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msminhazseo · 2 years

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Which hairstyle suits me? This easy styling test in 5 steps will tell you!

Which hairstyle suits me? This 5-step guide will show you how

A new hairstyle ? It's like a new life! Well, of course it's not that dramatic, but still: With a successful new hairstyle, we women often immediately feel happier and more empowered. But there is also the downside. Namely when the new hairstyle doesn't match our style at all, can't be styled appropriately or shows our face off in the wrong way. Therefore, it is important to question the new hairstyle well and do enough research on what suits you best. We'll help you find the perfect haircut and show you in four simple steps which hairstyles women best suits your type, your lifestyle and - last but not least - your face shape.

1. Recognize your preferences

"The first step towards a new hairstyle is of course inspiration," says Stefanie Gottschalk, master hairdresser at the Salon Pony Club Munich. "They get a lot of customers in pictures." But be careful: “It often doesn’t look like it does with your beloved influencer, because you usually have a completely different hair structure or face shape.” It is also particularly important to deal with daily issues. How do you wear your hair everyday? If you have long hair and often wear buns or ponytails, you will be less happy with short hairstyles. The styling effort of the hair should also be considered. Someone who hardly has time for styling or hair care is less likely to be served with a perm or a pixie (keyword: hairstyles 2023!).

2. Analyze your face shape

There are different face shapes that are very important when choosing your new hairstyle. This includes:

oval face shape

elongated face

heart shaped face shape

round face

angular faces

"Very few faces can be completely classified in such a category, every face is unique," says expert Stefanie Gottschalk. But they can be a simple help. If your hairstyle is optimized for your oval, heart-shaped, square or round face shape, you can be permanently happy with your new look. For example, extravagant bangs or casual curtain bangs are perfect for a long face , while long hair would make it look longer. A layered cut suits square or round faces better, while straight cuts quickly appear harsh and edgy. Straight cuts like the long bobin turn, work best on women with oval faces. Whereby oval faces (Fabulous Choppy Bob Hairstyles) are the all-rounders that suit almost all hairstyles.

3. Think about your hair texture

When choosing between countless hairstyles 2023 , the structure of your hair also plays a role in addition to your face. "Curly hair always falls differently than straight hair," says the master hairdresser. If you have curly hair, layers show it off beautifully. A bob is better for straight hair.

4. Choose the right hairstyle for you

You now know which cut suits your face shape and hair structure! And which look you can also implement well in everyday life. Then you can get inspiration from the trend hairstyles 2022. Here are the most beautiful hairstyles from the pixie cut, bob and long bob to the step cut. hairstyles ladies

5. Take the test with an app

If you've chosen a hairstyle and are still questioning it, just take the hairstyle test! With the “ Hair Zapp ” app you can try out your new hairstyle for free. Simply load a profile picture into the app and then test the different looks - there are up to 700 for women. This test will give you a first impression of whether the desired hairstyle really suits you.

Hairstyles for women and girls 2023 – Hairstyle 2023

Hairstyles for women and girls in 2023 All model hair types picture gallery Bob, short, long hairstyles hair types for women in the 2023 season

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mothers-little-pistols · 3 years

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Incorrect Quote Dump (4/?)

Kobra: Here, I'm gonna be you for a sec. Kobra: *stands next to Diamond and but his hands on his hips* Kobra: *leans left slightly* Wah

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Pony: You know the motel has bedbugs, don't you? Ghoul: It does not. Pony: *flicks a dead bedbug at him* Then what's that? Ghoul: *quietly* Motherfucker-

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Kobra: Play that funky music, white boy! Val: I’m surprised you know that refrence. Kobra: What refrence?

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Thrill: What is toothpaste if not bone soap? Dr. Death Defying: ...every time you speak, I age another fifty years...

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Thrill: *to Val* I will add a single grain of sand to your room everyday until you succumb to the desert.

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Pony: Aight, here’s the four-one-one, folks. Say some gangsta is dissin’ ya fly girl, just give 'em one of these. Pony: *starts dancing*

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Jet: *watching Toxin and Val fight* They must be trying to dial security from a place in a different Zone because it's been fourty-five minutes of them just saying 'Security's on their way'. Kobra: I don't know what's going awry there in that procedure, this response time is abominable. They must just be shooting up battery acid in the bathroom or something and forgot because it's just not coming. Ghoul: I'm starting to believe the security at The Nest is like the Tooth Fairy. It just doesn't exist.

#sweet venom ;; kobra kid #dramatically fabulous ;; show pony #ghostly lad ;; fun ghoul #fucking rat ;; val velocity #heartthrob flatline ;; thrill killer #sup doc ;; dr. death defying #neon nasa ;; jet star #battery acid ;; toxin dealer #tlotfk au #incorrect tlotfk au #incorrect danger days quotes #incorrect killjoys #incorrect danger days #incorrect killjoy quotes #// guess who's back on their bullshit

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super-predictable98 · 3 years

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(Not) My Dream Girl | Princess Jellyfish AU

Warning: Strong language, sexual content

(Masterlist)

September 27th

Dear diary,

Oh well... Seems like things took a turn. I feel a little stupid for only writing about Suke, but ever since we met, he's all I can think about and I've never been happier. I don't wanna sound dramatic, but he definitely changed me for the better, he's the fabulous Glinda to my Elphaba. Except, well, Glinda and Elphaba don't do what we did (at least I don't think so).

It was pretty obvious it would happen sooner or later. Okay, guess it wasn't obvious, but I really wanted it to happen, so I've just been on cloud nine for the last few hours. Let's start from the beginning, shall we?

Suke came over after class to study fashion history together. He was wearing a fabulous red dress, black high heels, and long blonde hair to match it. His makeup was also incredible, I've been begging for him to teach me how he does his eyes, but so far we didn't have any time.

"Hey, I got us some cake pops on my way here, you like Starbucks cake pops, right?" he asked, showing me a small paper bag with four of them.

"Yeah, they are my favorite," I pulled one out and immediately took a bite.

We managed to study for maybe twenty minutes before I lost focus completely, getting too entertained with some story or a joke he would tell me. He just has the talent to make me forget the rest of the world exists. The one person you can't look away from, all your attention is always on him.

As much as he says doesn't want to be a politician, he certainly has the genes. He would be able to make the entire world vote for him if he really tried, his charisma was nearly blinding but not in an annoying way that makes you jealous or makes you hate that person for being so nice... In a way that embraces you and makes you feel listened to.

Makes sense that he's the son of a politician and an actress, he sure knows how to keep a captive audience (oftentimes me).

"Ugh! Why is it so hot? I look amazing, but at what cost, you know?" he pulled his wig off, his hair was tied up in a messy pony and a few strands framed his beautiful face.

"Someday you're gonna find someone to bring you down a notch," I teased, as I always do, a way I found to make myself less embarrassed and flustered by his own teasing. "Tell you you're not all that you think you are, Suke."

"Really? It's not you though, is it?" he chuckled. "You think I'm irresistible."

"You can dream I guess..."

"I do."

I froze upon hearing those words, I was so confused by that statement. On one hand, Suke loves to make jokes and screw around, but he's also brutally honest, he usually says whatever is on his mind.

When I looked back at him, he laughed with the cake pop in his mouth, rolling around on my bed as I sat on the floor. "Look how red you are! Oh my God, you're so cute!" he smiled the most roguish smile I've ever seen.

Those are the moments I am one hundred percent sure the person in front of me is not that elegant creature I imagined him to be, and I love that about him.

"With so many girls after you, I bet you don't even have time to dream of me."

"They are boring! All of them are so shallow, you're not like that."

I asked him what I am like and this time it was his turn to freeze, I don't think I've ever seen Suke hesitate.

After some careful consideration, he sighed as if he had been defeated by my words somehow. Like he has been trying to hide this information for the longest time.

"You're... Cute," he admitted and I laughed, thinking he was just trying to mess with me again. "You're sweet, you care about me, you look at me like I'm some sort of masterpiece. Sometimes I get angry with how adorable you can be without even trying. Like that one time we were walking around Soho at night and you told me the city is so bright because it's full of dreams and every single person can shine with their own dream, so the nights are never dark and that's why you're not scared to be out late."

"You remember that?" I asked, genuinely surprised.

"It was torture! How can you just look at me with those sparkling eyes, say something like that under the moonlight, and expect me not to...? Not to...?"

Instead of finishing his sentence, Suke went straight for a kiss, tilting my head up and pressing those red lips to mine. I was pretty sure that was a hallucination, it wouldn't be the first time I had very vivid fantasies about him kissing me like that, but it was real, his tongue was really in my mouth, and he really tasted like white chocolate and cranberry tea.

Wow, he was a really good kisser too, if I wasn't sitting down, my knees would've turned into jelly on the spot.

"Suke? What was that for?" I gasped for air once he finally pulled away.

"I just couldn't help it..." he groaned. "You're just so pure and so amazing, I couldn't keep it in."

How could someone look so sexy with red lipstick smeared around their lips? With that frustrated look on his face? Why was that hot?

"Don't feel bad, I liked it. Maybe I've been waiting for you to do that."

"I thought you might've, but I like you, what happens when I move back to Japan next year? Not to mention I don't wanna ruin our friendship, you're pretty much the only real friend I have."

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right, we don't wanna get hurt."

We both agreed it would probably be a bad idea to mix our friendship with all these feelings, and it would already hurt so much to say goodbye as friends... But none of that mattered at that moment, that moment when his lips found mine again.

I didn't really understand what was happening until a few seconds later. Suke pulled me into his arms, kissing me like his life depended on it. I had never seen that side of him, but I'm glad he decided to show me. His hands knew exactly where to go, he knew every corner of my body by heart.

"Is this okay?" he asked, sliding one hand up my shirt.

The way he said it was really sexy, or maybe it's just me who was really horny, but all I could do was take my shirt off and let his red-colored lips mark my chest with passion.

I know what you're about to ask... Yes, we had sex and it was amazing. Suke really knows what he's doing, so do his fingers, and his tongue, and other parts of him that I've come to like so much. He really worried about me and making me feel good, little does he know I've been imagining that moment almost every night. And yes, his cock is pretty impressive (as I imagined).

He ended up falling asleep in my room again, I really hope my roommate doesn't freak out if she comes back tonight. Soooo here are a few of the dirty talk highlights that I'm writing down so I don't ever forget them:

- I wanna taste every inch of your body, you have no idea how much I want you...

- The way you look at me when I make you cum is so sexy, it makes me wanna do it again. And the little sounds you make... You really know how to drive me crazy, don't you, sweetheart?

- Yeah? This is what you want? Then beg, I wanna hear how much you want me to ruin you (that one was whispered in my ear, I nearly melted)

- Say my name, sweetie, who's making you feel good right now?

- Kawaii (okay, that's not dirty talk, but it's what he murmured when he saw how I squirmed as he touched me there and it was so hot, I couldn't even think straight)

Tag list: @elliethesuperfruitlover

#princess jellyfish fanfic #princess jellyfish #princess jellyfish kuranosuke #kuranosuke x reader #kuragehime fanfic #kuragehime #kuranosuke koibuchi #kuragehime kuranosuke #fanfic

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the-moons-ace-card · 3 years

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UA Students Reacting to a Mall Santa when they were Kids

This is something that randomly came to me in the shower

Class 1A

Yuga Aoyama - He started crying at first, unsure of how to react. Then he saw the camera, immediately calmed down, and smiled pleasantly to look ✨fabulous✨ while still internally panicking.

Mina Ashido - Happy to see him, enjoyed posing for the camera, happily told him what she wanted for Christmas

Tsuyu Asui - On the fence about how she felt, but cooperated

Tenya Iida - Also wasn’t sure how to react, but remained professional

Ochaco Uraraka - When she was REALLY little, she cried, but when she got a little older, she was happy to see him. She would ask for her parents to get more money so they can have a better lifestyle

Mashirao Ojiro - He’d be a little confused, but still have a good time

Denki Kaminari - Saying he’s excited would be an understatement. He’d go down a really long list of things he wants for Christmas

Eijiro Kirishima - Same as Denki

Koji Koda - He’d be frozen in fear

Rikido Sato - Just kinda sits there blankly, unsure of what to make of the situation

Mezo Shoji - He’d be happy to meet someone who doesn’t recoil at his appearance and knows he means well

Kyoka Jiro - She’d be happy to see him, asking for music stuff

Hanta Sero - Same as Denki and Eijiro, only his list of stuff is all Spiderman merch

Fumikage Tokoyami - He’d have his usual expression on, maybe slightly more irritated-looking than usual. He’s always been a Halloween person at heart. Dark Shadow, meanwhile, happily coils themself around Santa as a way of hugging him

Shoto Todoroki - Bold of you to assume he’s met a mall Santa (fuck you, Endeavor)

Toru Hagakure - She’d be excited to see him and be more excited that he “sees” her

Katsuki Bakugou - If you’re expecting me to say he’d try to fight the big guy, think again. He definitely cried and Deku DEFINITELY has the evidence

Izuku Midoriya - Really excited to meet him and give him his list of All Might merch

Minoru Mineta - Cried. Like ... full-on embarrassing temper tantrum cried

Momo Yaoyorozu - Stayed as formal as possible and remained respectful

Class 1B

Yosetsu Awase - Excited to meet him, asked for a bunch of video games

Sen Kaibara - Poker face the whole time, but didn’t really know how to handle the situation

Togaru Kamakiri - Definitely tried to fight him. Thank God it was before his quirk manifested, otherwise everyone there very well might have witnessed a manslaughter

Shihai Kuroiro - Never believed in Santa, so he just called out the mall Santa right then and there. The other kids hearing this started yelling at him, but it only encouraged him. This is also the same kid that firmly believed you will see the Grim Reaper when you die

Itsuka Kendo - Happy to see him, but managed to contain it better than others. Was still polite and cheerful towards him

Yui Kodai - A little uncomfortable, but didn’t show it

Kinoko Komori - Happy to see him and asked for gardening tools

Ibara Shiozaki - Asked him what he had to do with the birth of Jesus. Luckily, the one she visited was cultured and he explained to her the story of St. Nicolas. She was in awe

Jurota Shishida - Remained polite and behaved nicely

Nirengeki Shoda - Same as Jurota, but was a little skittish

Pony Tsunotori - Excited to tell him what she wanted for Christmas and asked if she could pet the reindeer sometime

Kosei Tsuburaba - The same as Denki, Eijiro, and Hanta

Tetsutetsu Tetsutetsu - The same as Denki, Eijiro, Hanta, and Kosei

Setsuna Tokage - At first, she was confused, but as she got a bit older, she became happy to see him

Manga Fukidashi - The same as Denki, Eijiro, Hanta, Kosei, and Tetsutetsu

Juzo Honenuki - Same as Mezo

Kojiro Bondo - Same as Koda, only a bit more tearful

Neito Monoma - This dramatic mf boasted about all the good deeds he’d accomplish. Inside, he was freaking out

Reiko Yanagi - Like Fumikage, she’s more of a Halloween person. She was disinterested for the most part, but asked for Halloween-related items

Hiryu Rin - Speechless because he had no idea how to feel about the situation, leaning more towards the uncomfortable side.

Other Students

Mirio Togata - Pretty much the same as Deku

Nejiro Hado - Asked him a whole bunch of questions. “How do you get to every house in one night? How do you have room for all those cookies? How do you fit in the chimney?”

Tamaki Amajiki - Definitely cried. You can’t tell my otherwise. But not like “embarrassing temper tantrum” crying. He just sits there, blubbering

Hitoshi Shinso - Literally could not care less

Mei Hatsume - Eagerly goes on a rant about the long, long list of things she wants

My OCs bc why not?

Okami Tsuki - Deadass looked him in the face and asked “Are you going to go on a killing spree later like in Silent Night, Deadly Night?” What can I say? She’s a natural-born horror fan

Akua Mizu - Complete poker face the whole time, not really caring

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #class 1a #class 1b #class 1a headcanons #class 1b headcanons #the big three #ua high #santa claus #bnha oc #mha oc

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klainerswiftie22oncer · 3 years

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Gleeful Paintbox Project #5: Previously Unaired Create an outlandish concept for a glee episode

The High School Glee Club Musical Madness Part 2

Kitty tells Artie he has to give her the role of Sharpay and he says he can't just give her the role because she's his girlfriend and he has to be professional cause it's his last play before going to NY, wondering about what will happen with their relationship when he goes away, they sing Right Here, Right Now (in my fantasy world, Artie was a better boyfriend to her and they don't breakup when he leaves) (also I like to think in the end either Tina or Unique got the Sharpay role #justiceforRizzo, just headcanon whatever you want here lol).

Kurt goes to Ohio to see the play and after he tells Blaine his good news, they celebrate dancing but also helping Blaine to practice by singing Can I Have This Dance 🥺 (This is my favorite gif of them dancing cause Kurt looks like some pretty jumping pony and Blaine is just so happy he's happy and I'm ugh 🥺, I already have a full post about this particular song with Klaine btw in last week's paintbox, check that out lol).

Mercedes also went to see the play and she tells Sam he looks good with Marley, that he has to move on and be with her or someone else, but Sam says he can't and they sing You Are The Music In Me.

I Don't Dance- Jake and Blaine

The only actual song we see of the play lol (Kinda like in Grease where we only saw 2 actual songs of the play, and I kinda went on an song limit for each post cause I didn't wanna make it too long, also I know this is from HSM2 but I'd like to think the play they did was a mix between the 3 movies but cutting stuff of course, also because Blaine is Ryan and Jake is Chad so, also a treat for the Blake shippers).

The second song we kinda see of the play gets cut in half because at mid We're All In This Together (of course this one had to be here but I've reached my limit so I imagine this getting interrupted while Tina is singing because she never wins anything, sorry Tina stans, but it's not Glee without this I guess, but my episode headcanon is also a little choose your own story so you can change this lol) Sue boicots the show because they didn't give Becky the role of Sharpay (I ran out of creativity to think how she interrupts it, feel free to give ideas).

Rachel also went to see the play and Finn wants her to stay but she tells him she got a role and has to go because she belongs in NY (kinda like the scene in Glease) they sing Gotta Go My Own Way.

After Rachel leaves him, Finn sings a mashup of Troy's dramatic crisis songs Bet On It/Scream (and yes I image the hallways of the school also rotate lmao).

Finn goes back to college (I imagine Finn and Will intertwine weeks with the Glee club so he didn't left completely) and Puck tries to cheer Finn up and tells him he should get over Rachel and they sing The Boys Are Back.

Everyday- New directions with Hummelpezberry in NY

They perform this as the ending song for Will while the ones in NY celebrate for their roles. (I didn't know what else to do with Santana besides Fabulous sorry, but give me ideas as to what she is celebrating).

Will Jake and Marley get back together?

Will Quinn tell Rachel how she feels?

Is Klaine ever gonna get married?

Will Finchel, Brittana and Samcedes return?

Find out in the next episode of Glee (which I'm not writing bye lol).

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diamondwind99 · 3 years

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I AM NOT FREAKING OKAY

Spoilers ahead. Duh.

The new episode... I am actually freaking the heck out right now. I've got people who can confirm that I was on the floor cry-laughing and screaming alternately for at least 15 minutes after. Oh man. I guess I should just go through everything then like the epic nerd I am! Not in any particular order, very stream-of-consciousness whatever crosses my mind. :)

The format is ADORABLE. So cute. It's so conversational and casual, yet we still managed to have drama... but what's a Sanders Sides episode without a little drama? :D

My boy Logannnn! His wine glass getting bigger is was a great touch. We always knew Logan was our wine mom. They better listen to you soon! (or we'll make 'em...) You totally deserve this celebration, buddy.

Patton is just adorable. That's it. Adorably understandably emotional about all this. When you think about it Sanders Sides really is like Thomas's child... his brainchild that he raised into this epic masterpiece of a show. Someone should really have warned him about that spoiled juice though. And there's sooo much foreshadowing.

Roman came on and I screeched because he's always been special to me :D He's just so gorgeously fabulous and amazing and dramatic and excited... haha yep five years of you :) Also, I'm not entirely sure what the Rousseau and Voltaire thing was about but I'm sure it wasn't anything good. You have pretty good reason for disliking Janus after, uh, previous happenings. Also his only dream is to be a star, the look on his face shattered my heart he's in it for the long haul

Also the nicknames at the bottom were such a cute and hilarious touch. All of the inside jokes were, it was so awesome every time one came up and I was like ha I know what that means!!

Virgil... I know you were trying to be casual but I know you were excited about this lol (the smile though!!). The list of regrets XD

Also, of course Remus's emblem is on his butt like a freaking My Little Pony character. Come to think of it, he reminds me of Pinkie Pie. Nice blue eyeshadow, I always thought it was purple! That manic craziness of his is always hilarious, he's just so much fun. Is it just me or is Remus's mustache a little bit greenish? I look forward to seeing his character grow... we all know we've got a big storm comin'. (Janus, thanks for the spoiler repellent). You know... I wonder if Remus is the reason the mindpalace remained abandoned. We could have used it again, but Remus found it first. Not sure what he's doing in there or if it's still in one piece. Either way, looking forward to seeing you around.

Also, Janus and Remus are confirmed best friends and they played DDR this is amazing I mean we all knew but now it's CANON AAAAHHH

Oh, and Janus's socks were orange. Just putting that out there. For no one in particular. Certainly not the theorists. Who definitely won't say that it wasn't Janus who Remus was playing DDR with, but the orange side.

Speaking of Janus, that little Machiavellian bananaconda... That switch from Patton to Janus though... that was SCARY how smooth that was. It was just so fluid. I don't understand how this man is this talented. Playing seven completely different characters is hard enough, but switching between them on a dime...

The nicknames were such an awesome touch! And I think Roman came up with most of them right? And messing with them... nice one, Remus. Also, we have our second canonical almost-interaction between Roman and Remus!! I so want to be there for an epic fight between them!!

MORE musical numbers. MORE puppies. Yes.

The whole idea was just amazing, so creative and beautifully put together, and it really captured everything Sanders Sides has accomplished over the past few years and how we've developed and a fandom and community. I'm so glad I found Thomas, Sanders Sides, and all of you! I definitely think the sides have grown, Thomas has grown, the channel's grown... we've grown :)

So glad this all wasn't just a dream ;)

#sanders sides #sanders sides spoilers #ts spoilers

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vinyls-and-valentines · 3 years

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indulgence

Fabulous Killjoy favourite self-indulgent activities:

Kobra Kid: painting stuff with actual brushes and stuff, playing with the Girl, collecting zines, helping pick music to play on WKIL and making up shit about the bands with Show Pony;

Fun Ghoul: laying on the floor and listening to music, climbing places, coming up with cool stories about droids and pirates and ghosts and space shuttles, sorting stuff;

Party Poison: doing really dramatic make-up, cooking (very badly, but joy has fun), helping Jet make clay beads, taking their crew on drives around the Zones;

Jet Star: writing down cool things they find out in the desert, movie marathons, shuffling playing cards (fun texture), making collages.

#killjoys #danger days #the fabulous killjoys #killjoys headcanons #character headcanons #headcanon #ttlotfk #answered #anon

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burgerkang000 · 4 years

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Email for better love lives

I HAVE A NAME FOR THIS ONE YAAAAAY

im doing the read more thing, cuz u know scrolling ugh

@beyoncesdragon @aixy-hpsa (if anyone else wanna be tagged, let me know!!!)

This is a Yunho fic!

enjoy?

You met San at a compulsory public speaking class, where only you both had to attend for grades; it was filled with nerds who came voluntarily. And your bond begin with bored out glances at each other and loud sighs exchanged. And after that you guys hung out a lot, went to get coffee while doing homework, caught rides with each other, and waved whenever your paths crossed.

You met Yunho when San wanted you to meet his friends that he wouldn’t stop talking about, which made you slightly jealous; you yearned for a bond like that. You pushed that thought away, nothing good comes with jealousy. And while San and his friends would go about their own business, you would stick to the side-lines, not knowing what to say or do, even though they try their best to include you.

Yunho would be the one to keep you company, actively telling you about his day and attentively listen when you were asked about yours. He would also help you study and take you out to grab coffee when San would be too busy.

Anyone would be a fool to not fall for Yunho, with his smile that make his eyes crinkle at the corners, teeth on display, fluffy hair. Who wouldn’t fall for him, at least you could keep it inside, and no one had to know.

“Look at Yunho in this picture, he looks so handsome” San shows you the pictures from your quick break before the exams to the arcade. You take a glance, damn. You know that the moment you open your mouth, you’re screwed.

“Hmm”

“I don’t like it when you’re vague”

“Yes Yunho is cute” That’s all you plan on saying anyways, but you had to panic, because what if San thinks you’re not commenting on it too much and picks up that you’re crushing on Yunho? Ok, so you were overthinking.

“Too cute that it’s impossible he exists, I mean I see him every day but it’s not like I believe he’s real, there is a limit to being cute and all. I mean a recreation of a Greek god- I mean he should be a Greek God himself-”

You were cut short by San’s exploding laughter and as you voice your confusion to him, he still laughs until you violently shake him-

“Yah! Why are you laughing?”

He finally calms down enough to tell you-

“Just say you have a crush on him”

You open your mouth to deny-

“Admit it~” He says scrolling through his phone again.

You huff out, San was your best (read: only) friend, it wouldn’t hurt to tell him, so you nod the tiniest bit, and San grins from ear to ear.

“I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but when you started rambling off like that, it was obvious.”

You sigh.

“You tell this to anyone, I will personally murder you”

“Sure sure”

And after that, he thankfully let you change the topic.

Ever since then, whenever you’d meet Yunho, right after that, you’d whip out your phone to text San; something vague like-

“He’s wearing a red sweater”

“He dyed his hair blue!”

“Kill me”

And then you’d go home and text San about how a person; a human, cannot simply be so beautiful, and ramble off about him.

“But sir, I don’t have an email” You tell the professor, who has just asked to submit your assignment by mail.

“Don’t whine to me, and make one, is there a student your age without email? How do you have social media accounts?”

“I don’t have them” you reply

“Just make one, it’s extremely useful, and won’t take much of your time” He said, in a brushing off manner, guess he doesn’t believe you.

You nod and sigh as you leave to the next class. If you can’t whine to your professor, you can whine to Yunho. Who listens to the whole thing like the god damn angel he is, and as you open your phone to create one, he gently coaxes it out of your hand, asks you if it’s okay if he creates one for you instead and when you nod he turns his attention to the phone, while you’re just dumbly staring at your hand, where Yunho’s hand made contact with yours.

“Look, I sent my self a mail using yours, lets chat on mail for a while, you can get used to it” He says, you nod, and talk for a while, and then Yunho had to go. You wave at him while he leaves and you text San.

“What’s your mail?”

And when you finally get it, you send him a mail.

URGENT: JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, I REPEAT JEONG YUNHO TOUCHED MY HAND, MOM COME PICK ME UP PLEASE.

I MEAN HE WAS FABULOUS TODAY TO, IF IT WASN’T OBVIOUS; HIS HAIR WAS SO SOFT I CLIKED A PIC, LOOK:

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DO ME A FAVOUR, WHEN I DIE, SIT ON THE VERY SAME CHAIR HE’S SITTING ON, LOOK AT THE SAME DEIRECTION HE’S LOOKING AT AND BURY ME THERE, WHILE YOUR AT IT PRINT THIS ON MY GRAVESTONE.

WHEN I DIE PLEASE TELL HIM I LOVE HIM IN THE OTHER WAY.

BYEBYE

Later that day you get a reply from San saying that you’re too dramatic and an email from Yunho, which you didn’t think much about the time. He was the one who wanted to talk in mail, so you open it and-

And you realise you accidently send it to him too.

*cue freak out*

“So I must have send it to him too-” San blinks at you for a while and then-

Laughs at your face saying random things like

“This is gold”

“Nonononono”

“Never in my life- never”

At this point, you think he’s just spewing English vines that he’s been watching a bit too much to be considered healthy. And now you’re overcome with sadness, and as soon as he notices, he starts apologising and you bow you head, you think you look like a rag doll, and then cry. And san runs circles on you back, occasionally tucking strands of hair behind you ear and wait till you finish.

After a good while of snot- running type of crying, puffy eyes and ringing ears, you start to ramble, a habit that got you here in the first place.

“I don’t think I’m ready for rejection, I mean I was perfectly fine watching him from the side-lines. Heck I would watch him get married and I’d probably say nothing, like I’m not dying inside, proceed to get married, I’m crying tears of happiness-”

“What makes you so sure that he’s going to reject you?”

“I don’t know ok? But this isn’t a movie, he sees me as a friend and I had to go and catch feelings for him.”

San sighs.

“So, what’re you going to do now?”

It was hard, but you finally managed to blackmail San to help you avoid Yunho situations.

“And how long do you plan to do this?”

“Until my plane ticket and Visa to Alaska are approved and I change my name to Veronica Fall”

He looks at you, and the look speaks for itself, you’re being dramatic. You raise your arms in mock surrender and flop on top of the bed.

“Tomorrow everyone is hanging out, Yunho will be there, you coming?”

You pointedly grin at his cheeky expression, and he mimics the way you had surrendered just a few moments ago.

You stare at the response you had given to all the missed calls from Yunho.

I’m busy

Sorry, I was showering

I’m going to be busy for a while.

And you watch as the three dots move, and then stop and then move again, you feel as if your heartbeat moves along with those dots, stopping when it disappears, and then finally a response.

We need to talk, I gave you your time, and it’s not fair.

You feel like this is a new side of Yunho you haven’t seen, an assertive one. And you realise, just because you’re a coward, doesn’t mean that you can leave Yunho in the dark, even though you have fears of Yunho leaving you, getting awkward; deep down, you know, that Yunho, he’d never treat your feelings as something useless. And that makes you feel more in love.

And who knows unrequited love may not be so bad, maybe, just maybe; for Yunho it might not be so bad.

Fine

After sending the last text, you get up to clean the place, take out boxes littered about, and books and papers all lying about that you haven’t cared to put away. You do the dishes, and tie your hair into a pony, you’re distracting yourself from the real problem of facing him, for now you let yourself do it; later, you can scream at yourself.

And a right when you reach for the broomstick that you had tucked in deep behind the storage room; you hear a knock at your door.

You don’t think much about it, until you open the door. Low and behold; Yunho was standing at the doorway, a determined look on his face and he walks past you into the house.

You can’t help but think; geez, come on in. But you’re just salty.

And he opens his phone and shows it at your face, too close to read, practically in between your eyes, its touching your nose too. And you’re the dramatic one.

“Explain; explain this email, that was, I figure, supposed to be sent to San, explain why you’ve been avoiding me and my calls, and wherever I go right after I replied to this, I’m not going or letting you go until you do.”

And his voice cracks at the end bit, but you don’t notice, you’re in a bubble of thinking; thinking how to phrase this, just overthinking; maybe.

And moments which feel like hours pass, and you decide to do this the ripping off the band aid way. But it turned out more like the ramble it off way

“I like you? No, no that came out wrong… I love you? Yes, I’m pretty sure I love you, and don’t worry I know you’re not into me that way-”

And you don’t know what really happened; there was a hand on your face, right under your nose, and he was right in front of you.

“Sometimes, everything you say is nonsense.” He breathes, you open your mouth to respond, and he applies more pressure with his palm, to keep you quiet. You can’t help but think of the way your lips mouthed at his palm, not the time; not the time at all.

And then he continues.

“You don’t know how relieved I am to hear that, the moment I got that email, it took me a few minutes to understand, but when I did, I already pictured our five adopted cats, not gonna lie”

Your eyes widen in shock, did he just indirectly say he like you back, in the form of cats? This is why you fell for him in the first place.

“Did I creep you out? I must have creeped you out, forget I said that.”

And you laugh behind his palm, and he slowly removes it, moves it to your shoulder, drags it down the length of your arm, and interlocks it with your hand, a sweet smile on his face, the contagious one, so it’s only law that you smile back, teeth and all, since you can’t hold it back.

“We should go on a date.”

“That; we must.”

You were on one of your many dates, too wind up in each other to not notice the others who also wanted to hang out with you, you totally kept the news from San; you and Yunho are in this together, so he needs to also be comfortable with telling San, after a lot of thinking, you both settle on letting them find out, which may take years to get in their daft heads, but for now, you both have put fate in them.

San caught on way too quickly, the moment you enter the café and sit down, he says-

“So you’re not moving to Alaska? Or is your husband; Yunho moving with you?”

You blush and look down-

“Look, I can explain-”

And he breaks into a wide grin,

“I’m happy for ya”

You and Yunho were scrolling through many of the messages you have send to San; the ones fawning over Yunho, as much as he likes to get you flustered, he himself also gets flustered, so it’s a win-win situation.

“They haven’t caught on yet” you suddenly say.

It’s true, other than San none of them have caught on yet that you both have been dating, and that’s kind of weird, since it’s been almost a whole year.

But it’s not like you’re gonna sit them down and tell them. You and Yunho have a better plan.

Well you have a better plan.

“-and they walk in on us!”

“…..”

“Or not?”

“No”

You end up inviting them over for dinner, and as they take their first bites, you happily chirp in that you’re dating and Yunho adds that you’re moving in with, leaving everyone to choke on their food, except San, who had a cocky expression, which soon turned into a choking fit, who’s cocky now?

And Wooyoung looks up, and goes “Wait, you’re serious” and continues choking, this time on nothing.

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always-and-forever-a-killjoy · 4 years

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Part 3 of Semp’s Bad Fic About Cherri Cola

Good evening y’all and welcome to the latest episode of 'Semp can't title shit to save his life'! On this episode, he will refer to himself in third person, write about Fun Ghoul, and compose poetry so bad it's a disgrace to Cherri Cola's name.

I’m sorry for posting twice in one day, but i have absolutely no impulse control and I finished this today so...there you go.

Title: Sofas and Poetry

Wordcount: 1090

Summary:

Cherri Cola has the unfortunate habit of leaving his poetry lying around Dr. Death Defying's radio station.

Fun Ghoul has the unfortunate habit of being a nosy gremlin

Aka how Fun Ghoul got a lot more than xe bargained for, learned about a war and Cherri Cola's backstory, and continued to be a little shit to Party Poison, feat. my shitty poetry.

Warnings: mentions of death, violence, and war. Nothing is super graphic but let's just say cherri's life has really not been fun. Also lots of swearing but that's a given with me.

Taglist: @sleevesareforlosers @tasteofamnesia (sorry for tagging y’all twice in one day, like I said I have no impulse control)

AO3 link

(Actual fic under cut)

“Give that back!” Cherri Cola called exasperatedly.

Fun Ghoul leapt onto the back of the sofa, out of his reach, still holding the poem. “I want t’ read it! I never get t’ read your poetry!”

“I read poems on the radio at least once a week!”

“Yeah, but only Jet n’ Kobes listen t’ that!”

Cherri sighed. “At least take one of the finished ones.”

“But this one looks neat,” Ghoul protested, still perched precariously on the back of the sofa.

Cherri sighed again. “If you get off D’s sofa, I’ll read you the poem. Whichever one it is.” He didn’t know exactly which of his poems was on the raggedy scrap of paper that Fun Ghoul had managed to steal, but chances were it would be one he was planning to read on the radio anyways.

Ghoul seemed to think for a moment before he hopped off the top of the sofa, tilting xyr head at Cherri as if to say ‘pay up’. “Got off Dr. D’s sofa.”

“I suppose you did,” Cherri sighed, settling himself down on the sofa as Show Pony went skating by, yelling something about “Do y’ think we’ve got the carbons for that?”, presumably to Dr. Death Defying.

Ghoul happily settled next to Cherri, waving to Show Pony before passing Cherri Cola the scrap of paper.

Cherri’s heart plummeted when he recognized the poem on the sheet, but he forged on anyways. A deal was a deal, even if this one was a bit of a heavy topic.

“This one isn’t really finished, just warning you.”

“’S okay.” Xe looked over (and up) at him expectantly, and Cherri took a small breath.

“Right. Uh. Here we go.

Blood on your hands, a final goodbye. You drown in your grief, you scream to the sky. You held onto your pain, your fire, your rage. You cannot escape, your mind is a cage.

The people fell and the bodies rose. The deadly bomb brought the war to a close. Every body once had a beating heart. Every fallen soldier a craft or an art.

You fought a war from pain and grief. You are drowning, searching for relief. The wind whispers and shouts their names, The Phoenix Witch plays her games.

None of them deserved to fall, And in the night you’ll hear them call. They whisper oaths to the ones left behind, You offer quiet promises in kind.”

It wasn’t his best work, not by a long way. The rhymes were clunky and the symbolism obvious. It needed a lot of refining before Cherri would count it as finished, and even then, he doubted it would be his favorite.

But Fun Ghoul looked at the very least intrigued, eyes wide as xe asked Cherri “What does that all mean?”

“It means…” For once, the poet was at a loss for words. “It means that every person deserves to live. Every soul deserves peace. It means that there are no winners in war, only the ones who died and the ones left behind.”

“Oh.” Xe frowned, looking both thoughtful and awfully young. “How d’ you know this stuff, Cola?”

“I’ve seen it.” He debated how much was appropriate to tell a literal teenager, and ultimately decided most of his stories were no worse than what Fun Ghoul would have seen already.

“I’ve watched so, so many people die for no reason. I’ve seen killjoys die for love and their love die a second later. I’ve known parents who gave their lives for a future that their children never even got to have, I’ve heard tales of medics and neutrals who were just trying to help the wounded when they were shot down. I saw the loss of life in the Analog Wars and the years after, and I saw the grief that followed. I knew children who were forced into fighting for Better Living Industries and killjoys who ended up fighting their former friends; I felt the pain and wrote the tales.”

Ghoul stared at him. “Shit, Cola. That’s…”

“I know,” Cherri said quietly. “I’ve seen horrors that I can’t express in any typical way. That’s part of why I write.”

“Shit. That’s- that’s really rough.”

“It’s been a long time.”

It had been, longer than he wanted to think about- or really remembered, for that matter. There had been years where all the days blended together, and who knows how long lost in the haze of addiction and sunlight. It was so easy to lose track of the time when all your effort was focused on getting through each day, and he still vividly remembered the years spent in that state of survival mode. It hadn’t been long enough for any of those memories to start fading away, much as he wished he didn’t carry the pain of his past.

Cherri shook his head, clearing away those thoughts to focus on what Ghoul was saying.

“-an’ can I have some of your destroya-cursed tea? Poison hates it and I want t’ get back at ‘em for that prank they pulled last week.”

He had no idea what prank Poison had pulled last week, but knowing them, it had probably been dastardly. “Alright, you can have some of my very good tea.”

“No offense, but tha’ tea is th’ worst thing I’ve ever tasted.”

“Rude,” Cherri sniffed, but he ruined his own dramatic effect by letting a smile slip. It was impossible to stay mad at any of the Fabulous Four for long, not with their bright smiles and laughter always bringing the room to life, not to mention how truly young they felt compared to him. They were still teenagers after all, no matter how fiercely they fought or how famous their crew.

So he took a bit of the radio station’s precious water supply and threw together some tea, giving it to Fun Ghoul in an old plastic water bottle. “Here you go, trouble.”

Xe grinned. “Thanks, Cola!” He gave Cherri a thumbs-up before running off, presumably to head back to the diner and prank Party Poison.

“Be nice to Poison, okay?” Cherri hollered after xem. “Don’t prank them too much!”

“Will do!” Xe hollered back, not sounding entirely honest.

Cherri shook his head and returned to his poetry, only later realizing that the poem he had shown Fun Ghoul was gone.

Ah well. Sometimes, the young and reckless needed a reminder of what the might face- and what they were fighting for. He hoped his poem would serve that purpose well enough.

#cherri cola #fun ghoul #danger days #the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #danger days fic #auri writes #fun ghoul uses xe/xem and he/him #no beta we die like the fab four #auri writes dd

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mothers-little-pistols · 4 years

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Incorrect Quote Dump (3/?)

The rest of the Pistols: *in the back of the car after being yelled at* Diamond: AND I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANOTHER WORD UNTIL WE’RE HOME! The rest of the Pistols: *silence* Toxin: Another word. Diamond: *looking like he's simultaneously about to blow a gasket and shit himself* Toxin: *:>*

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Toxin: *screaming at the top of her lungs* YOU CAN’T CATCH ME, I’M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!

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Thrill: *snapping pliers* Give me your teeths. Ghoul: Sorry, no-can-do. I already contacted them to her. *points at Toxin* Thrill: I don't give a fuck? It's called thievery. Give me the tooths, Ghoul-boy. Ghoul: AA-

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Jet: Pony and Val are on opposite sides of a scale in regards to their betting pool. Pony is on one end where his chat would die for them and Val is at the opposite end where his chat would do literally everything to kill him.

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The Girl: I wanna egg a C/R/O/W but I want an alternative that doesn't waste food. Anyone got any ideas? Poison: Brick.

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Kobra: Oh fuck, I think I have I'm Gonna Fucking Die Disease. Widow: Ok, what are the symptoms? Kobra: Back hurts a bit too much for a bit too long.

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Diamond: *laces up boots* There are chicks with dicks. Poison: *puts on jacket* There are dudes with pussies. Toxin: *grabs brass knuckles* And soon there will be transphobes without teeth.

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Vaya: We have a perfect memory! Name one thing we have ever forgotten. Val: You left me at Hyper Thrust for two days three weeks ago. Vamos: That was on purpose, try again.

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artificialqueens · 5 years

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Échappé / Chapter 7 (Branjie) - DenDenMonMon

A/N: Things will be happening now. The idea was to write nothing too explicit, maybe like the movie channel after ten o’clock but, well, this story decided to go Places. Sorry (kinda). -Monkey.

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Chapter 7

They were early, and Brooke knew it. People often joked about her, her and the medical condition that made it physically impossible for her to be late. Technically, they weren’t wrong. She just couldn’t risk not being on time. That was the reason why she rushed all her dancemates to get changed as fast as they could after the show to make their way to the club.

Ben drove the limousine through Hollywood Boulevard, the dancers stuck their heads out of the sunroof. They laughed, and screamed, and waved at tourists, like teenagers on their way to prom.

Brooke felt happy, the happiest she had been in a really long time. She wasn’t entirely sure why, or, better yet, she had so many reasons to be happy that picking one would be unfair. Instead of worrying about that, she basked in the feeling of accomplishment. They had finished one more leg of the tour and she couldn’t be prouder of her team. Everybody worked so hard and the results were a marvelous set of shows worth celebrating.

The loud music could be heard coming from the inside of the club when they got there. Brooke stared at the neon letters blinking in the same colors as the last time she was there. The girls had offered the strip club as the venue for the after party; Brooke figured the ballerinas would object, but the response was nothing like she had expected. Once again, she was surprised to realize how intertwined the different dance groups had become. Two completely different worlds had merged and given birth to one big, dysfunctional family.

Silky was on stage, thanking a dancer who picked a police uniform up from the floor, and did her attitude check. Brooke yelled her reply with the rest of the club as she led the girls to their reserved area. She sat on the same couch as the time before, and the rest of the company quickly filled that and the two adjacent booths.

A waiter appeared, tray with drinks already in hand, and informed them the first round was on the house. The ballerinas took one each and raised their shots at the same time, toasting to a job well done. Brooke gave a few words, not really in the mood to deliver a full speech when there was a girl removing her pants on the platform behind her. Nonetheless, she wanted to thank her friends for all their hard work, and encouraged them to take the next city by storm. They drank and danced to the music used to accompany the stripper on stage. The dancer wore nothing but a thong and a couple of the ballerinas approached her, placing dollar bills in the straps holding together the small piece of fabric.

After that performance, Silky took the microphone again. All the lights went out except for the big spotlight above the stage. “Alright, y’all! We are having a celebration tonight!” She shook her shoulders, making her breasts bounce arrhythmically. The crowd clapped and cheered, oblivious of the reason for the celebration, but infected by the happiness of the host. “We have some fancy-ass guests in the audience tonight. These girls, they can set stages on fire, girl. They are fabulous dancers, who sell out… theaters, probably arenas, too. I’m guessing. I’m not sure. And, apparently, tonight they were on a budget,” she spoke the last words between chuckles, eliciting the ballerinas to giggle right along with her. “Nobody is judging,” she pointed, and winked in their general direction. “We do have a little surprise for you, you high class hoes. Not only because you did that Disney princess movie typa thing, but for everything that you have done for us, for our girls, for our center. Now, y’all may have saved our asses but don’t forget to tip our girls, okay. Every dollar counts, honey. Hit it!”

Between cheers and whistling was that a girl appeared on stage. Trixie did a cute little number. Dressed as a cowgirl, she moved around the platform to an upbeat country song. Brooke’s eyes immediately went to Katya, who mouthed the words as Trixie peeled pieces of clothing off her body. Brooke had never heard that song before, and Katya never liked country; Brooke had to wonder how come her friend knew all the lyrics. As she fixed her stare on Katya, Brooke noticed she knew the steps too.

There was a sharp pain in her heart when Katya moved to place a stack of bills in Trixie’s bra. They kissed openly for a moment too long, before Trixie went back to her song. Katya mimicked every move from the side of the stage. Brooke could very easily see Trixie and Katya, really late at night, practicing the number; maybe at the girls’ apartment, maybe in Katya’s rented suite. It was a beautiful mental picture of two girls falling instantly in love. They had become so close just to be separated after a few weeks. Because that was what hurt Brooke, her friends having to part ways for a long period. That was surely it.

Looking down at her phone, Brooke realized it was already past midnight, they were technically leaving the next day. A sigh escaped her lips heavily.

Yvie was next on the stage. She twisted her body in ways that could not possibly be human, and took her clothes off in a way that was more entertaining than sensual. The crowd loved her, and showered her with money as she went around the pole at the end of the runway.

Brooke knew what was coming next. Her body tensed as she sat with her back impossibly straight.

The lighting changed again and, even when she was covered with a cloak, Brooke could recognize those pony legs stomping on the stage. Miss Vanjie stood in the middle of the runway as Rihanna’s voice sounded loudly all around them. The beat dropped and that’s when the covering garment found the floor. Vanessa’s hair looked incredibly long, let down in natural waves that almost reached her butt. She wore some sort of basketball outfit with her own name printed on it, white letters against black fabric. If it had been anyone else, it would have looked silly, on her, it looked insanely sexy.

Vanessa, with her mocha skin covered in glitter, moved around the stage at an incredibly fast pace. She commanded the entire floor doing nothing but walking in her leather boots, her hips swaying more than necessary as she waited for the music to pick up again. Her hair followed like a dark curtain behind her until she flipped it over one shoulder. There was a dramatic change in the tempo as she hit her second mark.

Her dancing was hot and sensual. She dropped to all fours, crawled across the floor, and knelt down right in front of the ballerinas’ booth. Her knees spread apart and closed together several times, the muscles of her thighs contracting underneath the pair of black shorts. The palm of her hand landed flat against her breast, her tongue went up against her lip as she massaged herself through her clothes. She lowered her hands and played with the hem of her shirt, revealing her toned stomach. Brooke suddenly wanted to run her tongue between the muscles of her abs. She settled for the best next thing. She got up and went to Vanessa, just in time to see the top flying across the stage. Her fingers came in contact with hot skin as she placed dollar bills, one at a time, in the waistband of the shorts.

“Thanks, Mami,” Vanessa whispered against her hair, before placing a soft kiss on her cheek and getting up.

The song ended too quickly, and Vanessa left the stage with her sparkling underwear still on. Brooke was actually happy about it, but that was a thought she wasn’t going to entertain. She knew what Vanessa did for a living, she knew that Miss Vanjie was a major part of who Vanessa was as a person, Brooke couldn’t possibly have any negative feelings towards it.

Luckily, before she could spiral down that particular chain of destructive thoughts, the strippers joined the ballerinas. There was loud screaming, congratulations, and more glasses of shots going around.

Vanessa, still in her underwear, right away moved to Brooke and stood between her opened legs. “Hey, there, my little fairy.”

Brooke couldn’t help but smile. She ran her fingers through the ends of Vanessa’s hair as she spoke. “Did you like the show?”

“Bitch, I loved it. My ass sat there in awe for the whole two hours, ADHD and all!” She laughed loudly, sinking down slowly and finding a seat on Brooke’s lap almost without noticing.

Before she could reply, Nina called for Brooke’s attention. “Hey, Brooke! We have decided on a name for you two.”

Nervous chuckles left Brooke’s lips. “What?” she asked confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Branjie!” Nina offered, as if the word by itself meant anything. “You know, Brooke and Vanjie. Branjie!”

Brooke was shocked to see how everybody agreed with the name, commenting on how fitting it was and pronouncing it repeatedly, tasting the new term against their tongues.

With a roll of her eyes, Brooke dismissed the subject. “Oh, shut the fuck up everyone. Go away!”

The group laughed at her response, making her even more uncomfortable; but then Vanessa was getting up and pulling her by the hand. “Actually, Branjie,” she drawled the word, her voice going up a few octaves. “Is the one that’s gotta bounce. See ya later, hoes.”

They started walking away and nobody stopped them. Brooke allowed herself to be dragged to the back of the place, where she remembered the private area to be. A rush of heat went through her when Vanessa pulled the last curtain of the row opened, pushing her inside the pink cubicle.

“Sit,” Vanessa ordered, it wasn’t a request. Brooke could do nothing but obey. “You paid for a lap dance that you never got, remember?” A slight nod of Brooke’s head answered the question. “We run some serious business around here, child, and there’s nothing I hate more than an unsatis… unsate… a not so happy customer, okay?”

It wasn’t like she wanted to ruin the mood, Brooke knew exactly where the situation was going, but she had to laugh at the minx before her. It was fascinating how Vanessa was this sexy cultural mixture that would stumble with her languages more often than not.

However, the giggles died on her lips as soon as Vanessa’s hips started swaying. With her legs closed, and bending her knees, she slowly went up and down, her body moving in sexy waves that formed a perfect S. Her eyelashes fluttered rapidly and her lips parted slightly. Her hands went up and down her sides, stopping momentarily to unclasp her bra. Her fingers easily unhooked the little silver wiring between her boobs, and then dropped her arms, slightly stretched back, to let the garment fall to the floor. Brooke was sure she hadn’t seen anything sexier in her life. She bit her lower lip and pressed her thighs together. The wave of heat had found the perfect place to settle in her crotch, where she throbbed to the rhythm of her speedy heartbeat. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, and felt almost embarrassed. She felt like a teen, getting turned on just by witnessing a sensual dance; nobody had even touched her yet.

Vanessa took care of that right away, almost as if she could read her mind. Each of her legs landed on the cushions as she straddled Brooke’s lap. Her hands found support on Brooke’s shoulders and her hips started rocking back and forth. Vanessa wasn’t really following the music that came from the main area, but Brooke didn’t care. The soft touch of skin on skin made it irrelevant. She could feel the heat emanating Vanessa’s body, trespassing through her own skirt.

Tilting her head to the side, Vanessa made her hair rest on one side of her head. She pressed her cheek against Brooke’s face. Soft grunts and light puffs of hot air hit Brooke’s ear, who simply sat there as Vanessa’s core traveled across her thighs and hit her pelvic area repeatedly.

She looked down, just to admire the small perky breasts pushing against her torso. She licked her lips, wishing she could be licking something else.

“You know you can touch, right?” Vanessa asked, before her lips wrapped around her earlobe.

Brooke shivered unintentionally. Her body responded automatically to the movements and saltry tone of voice of the fireball on top of her. Without thinking about it, her hands landed on Vanessa’s butt, guiding her to rub against her harder and faster. She parted her legs slightly, and that was enough cue for Vanessa to snake her hand between them. Brooke knew what Vanessa was going to find, she was sure she had soaked her own underwear. In a twisted way, it turned her on even more. She wanted Vanessa to know what she was doing to her.

A deep groan came from the back of Vanessa’s throat when she found her prize. “Oh, Mami, you are so ready.”

Their lips met for the first time that night as Vanessa entered her. It felt like a million stars had burst inside Brooke’s body, galaxies crashed with one another and filled her with light. There was nothing but emptiness around her, she could hear nothing but the sound of wet lips smacking together. Fireworks were starting to line up, ready to be set on fire any minute now, which forced her to stop. Somewhere between the fog of desire, Brooke had a clear view of things. She didn’t want their first time to be like that. Not in a place with see-through curtains and on a couch where who knew how many people had done the same thing. They deserved more than that.

She took a hold of Vanessa’s wrist, stopping the thrusting of her finger. “Let’s get out of here.”

Vanessa bit Brooke’s lip, then ran her tongue over it to sooth the pain. “Your place or mine?”

“How is that even a question?” Brooke smiled, letting her know there was no harm in her words, and pushed her to stand. “Go get your stuff. I’ll get us a ride.”

Brooke gathered her things, giving explanations to nobody, and soon was joined by Vanessa in her basketball outfit. By the time they exited through the backdoor of the club, Ben was already waiting for them.

“You better look away, Benny Boy,” Vanessa warned as they climbed into the backseat. “Things are about to get real hot real quick back here.”

The driver chuckled softly. He didn’t respond but did move the rearview mirror a little bit higher, unsuccessfully avoiding the makeout session taking place behind him. It took mere seconds of mouths capturing lips, tongues running against teeth, and hands brushing over skin, before he decided to put the division up without asking.

Downtown LA was far from Century City, where Brooke rented a condo during her stay. Yet, without the day traffic, and time becoming completely irrelevant to the kissing couple, it felt like they got there in a blink of an eye.

Surprisingly, they were able to contain themselves as they went through the lobby. The elevator ride did nothing but build up the sexual tension. When Brooke punched in the code, and the doors slid open, all restraints were forgotten. She placed both hands on Vanessa’s face and kissed her, hard but slow. The nearest wall worked as support as Brooke pressed Vanessa against it. She wanted to take her time, to make each second count. She wanted to let Vanessa know just how much that moment meant to her.

“You are so beautiful,” she whispered into Vanessa’s mouth.

Vanessa was tiny, despite the high heeled boots she never failed to wear. Brooke had to hunch over just to kiss her properly. Taking advantage of her position, Brooke dropped to her knees with ease. She hooked her fingers to the elastics of the shorts, pulling down and letting them pool around Vanessa’s feet.

“I need you to tell me if I’m doing it wrong,” Brooke’s words got lost between Vanessa’s thighs.

“Bitch, don’t tell me you have never – oh!”

Brooke smiled proudly at the reaction. Her lips curled up as she sucked on Vanessa’s most sensitive spot. She dedicated her sole attention to the bundle of nerves, sucking, kissing and running her tongue around it. She kept a steady pace, literally feeling how Vanessa melted above her, before pushing a finger in.

“Yo, girl, you want to kill me, child?” A second finger was inserted to her words, making Vanessa scream in surprise.

It felt so natural to be there, on her knees, pleasuring such a beautiful girl. Brooke could stay like that forever. Vanessa, however, had a different idea. Just when her legs started to give out, she pulled Brooke’s hair, mumbling something about that being unfair and exhaling a request to be taken to the bedroom.

There was no time to lose. The pair of shorts was left right there in the middle of the hallway, and the black thong was dropped somewhere around the living room. When they reached the bedroom, Brooke gave Vanessa specific instructions to keep the boots on. She obeyed. With a kinky grin adorning her lips, Vanessa moved to undress Brooke. She took her time, and Brooke felt about the explode with each painful second.

They fell on the bed in a naked mess of limbs as their mouths devoured each other.

“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Brooke confessed, when the lack of air forced them to pull apart. “It’s just so… unbelievable.” Her breathing was heavy, she could feel her chest going up and down erratically.

Vanessa’s hand traced lazy circles around her navel. “Do you want to stop?”

“Are you kidding me? Fuck no!” Brooke confirmed her words by thrusting her hips up, connecting Vanessa’s hand to her center.

It was a matter of seconds before Brooke was shaking uncontrollably, her inner walls clenching around three very skillful fingers. She returned the favor in the same matter, pushing Vanessa over the edge a few minutes later. The second round of sexual bliss found Brooke screaming Vanjie like a mantra, her hands keeping Vanessa’s head in place between her legs, allowing Vanessa to lick her through the waves of pure pleasure. The next orgasm hit them in an awkward position. Brooke’s flexible leg stretched up to rest next to her own head, meanwhile Vanessa sat on her crotch, and grinded their sexes together until they came at the same time.

Being with Vanessa was making love for the first time. All of those times that Brooke had had sex before crumbled and disolved into nothing in comparison. She wondered why she even bothered in having any other sexual partner in the past, it was clear she was meant to become one with Vanessa since the beginning of time. It had finally happened, they had finally found each other. It was a comforting thought, one that pulled her into the most peaceful sleep she’d experienced in her entire life.

#rpdr fanfiction #branjie #brooke lynn hytes #vanessa vanjie mateo #silky nutmeg ganache #smut #lesbian au #dance au #echappe #dendenmonmon #submission

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My Little Pony Re-Watch: Episode 20 Green Isn’t Your Color

*Another Rarity episode? Man she got a lot of attention in Season One.

*Another time we see just two of the Mane Six bonding as friends. With Rarity and Fluttershy having a weekly trip to the spa. It’s the kind of thing that makes each individual friendship in the group feel more special. Doing special things together outside of just having conflicts in dedicated episodes. Even if that does end up happening here.

*Boy I thought the last episode played up on SPike’s crush. If they hadn’t mentioned that Spike’s spine being essentially a pin cushion didn’t hurt because of his scales, this would be way more uncomfortable.

*Introduction of the Pinkie Promise!

*Pinkie may be right about losing a friend’s trust being the fastest way to lose a friend, but she goes to extremes that only Pinkie can to keep enforcing that.For me at least, it’s a little too intense.

*To quote WTPony once again: The shy one is a model now. Get it? It’s Ironic!

*That said, Fluttershy being a shy model is too adorable, but that’s no surprise for Fluttershy.

*Photo Finish has arrived! By far one of the most popular one off characters of Season 1, and that’s really saying something. And watching this again, I think what stood out about Photo Finish as opposed to someone similar like, Hoity Toity, is that Photo Finish bursts onto to the scene with larger then lie personality in every single frame she’s in. The accent, the look, the dialogue. It leaves a unique impression that easily stands out. Major kudos to Tabitha St Germain, who took what life this character had on the page, and cranked it up to 11.

*Sometimes Rarity’s overly dramatic approach is just too damn funny. Like how she sewed a black cloak, just to sulk in because she feels Fluttershy stole her spotlight. That is so Rarity, and i love it!

*This is one of those “both parties won’t be honest with the other because they’re worried about hurting their feelings” stories. And it’s a story I don’t normally care for, especially with adult characters, but this one is, fine.

*For one they play up the whole thing by having Twilight there, knowing how each of them is feeling, and being pressured by Pinkie to not say anything to either of them, and Twilight trying to keep their secrets until the final moments is pretty funny.

*And at least they’re both doing it because that’s what they think the other wants, and not because they’re worried about looking bad or something. It can get kind of frustrating, but I’ve seen worse.

*Fluttershy’s quite, gentle acts of frustration are the best and I love it and her

*Twilight helping Fluttershy sabotage her modeling career is, awkward. But in a good way. Like the song from “Show Stoppers”

*Meanwhile Rarity utilizes mob mentality to try and be supportive towards Fluttershy. “Well, if that fabulous pony likes it, then i do too!”. I’d laugh if it wasn’t so painfully accurate.

*there is some slight jumbled execution here for me, but I still think the overall message of not being afraid to be honest with your friends still comes through

Another standard episode in Season 1, but has some fun and funny elements to make it stand out as a fun time. Especially Photo Finish herself. She truly made the magics! Next time: Over a Barrel!

#My Little Pony #MLP Rewatch Marathon!#green isn't your color #My Little Pony Friendship is Magic Review #analysis #MLP:FiM

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round up // OCTOBER 20

Hubie Happy Halloween, friends! I’m not sure what October’s been like for you, but here’s a quick summary of my month:

Re-acquainting myself with my collection of (mostly gray and navy blue) sweaters

Ordering an embarrassing—like, I lost count kind of embarassing—number of lattés

Alternating between enjoying the ombré of the fall trees and cozying up with the first logs in the fireplace

Revisiting all-time favorite stories like The Scarlet Pimpernel by the Baroness Orczy, the extended Lord of the Rings movie trilogy, all three seasons of Stranger Things, the 1995 Pride and Prejudice miniseries, and several Harry Potter movies

In short, this month has been all about finding joy in the little things, which is the essence of our search for coziness in autumn. Since these monthly Round Ups only focus on pop culture that’s new to me, that means this month’s list is shorter than usual, but many of the movies and shows feel like warm blankets I’ll return to again. Though, as you’ll see, a few are not…

October Crowd-Pleasers

Enola Holmes (2020)

A movie so charming, I’m on the verge of rewatching even though it’s only been a few weeks. (It’s a rare occurrence for me to return to something so quickly.) It lets a stacked cast of performers known for dramatic roles flex their comedic muscles, including Henry Cavill, Sam Claflin, and—most spectacularly—Millie Bobby Brown. You can read my full review of the new Netflix movie at ZekeFilm. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10

Murder, She Wrote (1984-96)

This entry comes with a bit of an asterisk* because Kyla and I watched this murder mystery procedural in 2018 for our podcast, SO IT’S A SHOW? At the time, I was open to watching more episodes, but it was never so easy as with the launch of the Peacock streaming service. All 12 seasons are available in the free tier, and I never thought a show about murder—and in the procedural format, which I don’t typically love—could be so enjoyable. Angela Lansbury’s mystery writer/amateur detective Jessica Fletcher has become a non-ironic role model for me—I aspire to be as gracious, intelligent, humble, uncynical, and assertive. Also, who says I’m not aspiring to spending my 60s writing, traveling, and solving crimes while wearing a fabulous collection of cardigans?

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The Return of SNL

When Saturday Night Live returns in the fall, I always squeak out during the premiere’s opening credits, “My friends are back!” It’s a silly thing to say about an ever-rotating group of people I’ll never meet, but when you’ve been watching Kenan Thompson do his thing for close to two decades, you can only be delighted to see him after months of absence. While the “At Home” episodes this spring were a treat I didn’t think possible, it’s even better to have my friends back at it in their usual environment with the high production value of Studio 8H. These were the skits that made me laugh the most month:

“VP Fly Debate Cold Open,” mostly for the Jeff Goldblum tribute (4602 with Bill Burr)

“New Normal” (4602)

“Dr. Wenowdis on Weekend Update” (4602)

“Enough Is Enough,” a bit which explains my feelings about almost all celebrity political takes (4602)

“Canadian News Show” (4603 with Issa Rae)

“Election Ad” (4604 with Adele)

“The Bachelor” (4604)

For more on how this season has come together back in the studio, you can read the Vulture interview with Lorne Michaels about it.

Coach Carter (2005)

A based-on-a-true-story movie about an unconventional basketball coach (Samuel L. Jackson) who wants his players (including a baby Channing Tatum) to succeed on more than just the court. It’s a straight-down-the-middle story that shares DNA with many of the inspiring sports movies that came out in the wake of Remember the Titans, but it’ll scratch that itch if that’s what you’re looking for. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

Double Feature — Early ’90s Halloween Classics: Edward Scissorhands (1990) + The Addams Family (1991)

Both of these movies start at Christmastime, but both are spooOOooky movies in their bones. Not all Halloween movies are Tim Burton movies, but all Tim Burton movies are Halloween movies, including Edward Scissorhands (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8.5/10). Tim Burton is hit-or-miss for me, but I was pleasantly surprised at how moving this idiosyncratic fairy tale was. Johnny Depp is at his most tortured as a Frankstein’s monster whose inventor (Vincent Price) gave him scissors for hands, Dianne Wiest finds the heart and comedy in your local Avon representative, and Winona Ryder is a queen. The Addams Family (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10) might be even more idiosyncratic. I’ve never watched the TV series, so it took me a minute to warm up to its twisted sense of humor (“Are they made from real Girl Scouts?”), but once I did, I started laughing as often as my nostalgic parents.

The Magic iPod

A nostalgia kick you didn’t know you wanted. I have no idea why or how this site exists, only that it brings me joy. Try mashing up “Ms. New Booty” with “A Thousand Miles,” “Get Low” with “Float On,” “Tipsy” with Bring Me to Life,” “99 Problems” with “All Star,” “Country Grammar” with “Complicated,” or any other combo that brings your favorite songs from your first iPod together.

Hubie Halloween (2020)

You know those dumb movies that just hit you in the right spot? Adam Sandler has a knack for those kind of movies, and Hubie Halloween fills the void of Halloween fun you’re probably missing this year. Sandler plays Hubie, a not-very-bright do-gooder with a very big heart whose self-proclaimed purpose is to keep everyone safe in his hometown of Salem. But there are spooOOooky threats on Halloween night this year, and only Hubie and his thermos (which rivals a Swiss army knife in all its functions) will be able to save it. Don’t miss it you’re like me and love a good celebrity cameo and a Hollywood-designed Halloween costumes. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 6/10

Double Feature — Are We Sure These ‘80s Movies Are for Kids? Gremlins (1984) + Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)

After seeing Gremlins (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10), I know why parents were clamoring for the PG-13 rating—this movie may be short on the scares for adults, but I have no idea what I’d do for a tyke not expecting the cuddly Gizmo to spawn homicidal ghouls. In what may be the most ‘80s movie I’ve watched yet, we get a legit bonkers story, both in premise and execution—and it might also be a brilliant and scathing satire of consumerism? Perhaps another spoof of consumerism: Who Framed Roger Rabbit (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8.5/10), which creates an impressively specific world that’s part animation, part live action. It’s a parody of classic film noir with no shortage of innuendo or just plain weirdness—its artistic achievement makes it worth watching, but since when have kids cared much about any of those things?

Double Feature — So-Bad-They’re-Good Action Flicks: Gone in Sixty Seconds (2000) + Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (2012)

If Gremlins is one of the most ‘80s movies, then Gone in Sixty Seconds (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 5.5/10) is one of the most Nicolas Cage movies. He’s a good guy caught on the wrong side of the law in a ridiculous plot engine where he has to steal 50 cars in less than a week. His pent-up frustration lives just below the surface, and his performance is so committed, you’re not sure if he’s knows the dialogue and plot twists are zany—in fact, you’re not even sure he’s acting at all. Also committed to whatever the heck it’s doing is a movie that’s exactly what it sounds like, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6/10). An over-qualified cast (Mary Elizabeth Winstead, Anthony Mackie, Rufus Sewell, and more) just goes for it in a story with the premise that Abe Lincoln fought oppression caused by slavery and by immortal blood-suckers. I think my favorite part is when a vampire throws a pony at our 16th president—I couldn’t make this up if I tried.

October Critic Picks

Triple Feature — ‘60s Horror Classics: Village of the Damned (1960), The Haunting (1963), Night of the Living Dead (1968)

In Village of the Damned (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 8/10), everyone in a British village passes out at the same time for hours, and weird events continue for years, centering around a mysterious group of children. In The Haunting (above, Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 9/10), a group is studying events at a haunted house, but it may be the house that’s in control. And in Night of the Living Dead (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10), the zombie genre dawns with a group huddled away from the undead in a farmhouse. All of these are thoughtful, well-made films, but I recommend them with asterisks* because I’ll never watch any of these groups again. The Haunting made me scared of bumps in the night as I was falling asleep, and Night of the Living Dead gave me zombie-filled nightmares. If you’re looking for a dose of heebie jeebies, these are the movies you’ll be needing!

2001: A Space Odyssey (1968)

I’m not sure I understood any of it, but I think I liked it? If you don’t mind a film that feels more like poetry than a plot, this visual stunner is worth the long runtime and straight-up weird sequence of scenes. Fortunately, I was prepped for my viewing with the help of Turner Classic Movies host Ben Mankiewicz and writer/director Brad Bird, who selected as part of this season’s Essentials lineup. While Bird loves the film, Mankiewicz admitted it’s not one of his favorites because it’s such an obtuse head-scratcher. Both acknowledged it’s an important one to cinema, so unless The Tree of Life is still making your brain hurt almost a decade later, it’s worth trying to parse through a story that covers the dawn of man, man’s fight against machine, and, um, a lot of other things I couldn’t explain if I tried. Crowd: 5/10 // Critic: 10/10

The Trial of the Chicago 7 (2020)

If you’re a fan of Aaron Sorkin’s idealist monologues and ideological pitter-patter, then pause your latest binge of The West Wing to watch his latest writing/directing outing, now streaming on Netflix. Based on the true story of protesters who clashed with the police outside the Democratic National Convention in Chicago in 1968—which, yes, doesn’t seem to difficult to imagine these days—it captures the spirit of a wild trial about political activism, healthy debate, fairness in government, and even the importance of grammar. If you watch it and think there’s no way this really happened, be sure to read up on the real trial to see how the film toned down the judicial circus. While this Oscars season will be unusual, we can predict this film will be in the awards conversation. Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 9/10

Also in October…

My fellow ZekeFilm writers and I collected our favorite Halloween movies and TV specials for your enjoyment. Not-a-spoiler-alert: My pick is not very scary. In fact, it’s a zom-rom-com I’ve only come to love more since reviewing it upon its release.

Though Kyla and I always talk about Gilmore Girls on our podcast, we don’t just talk about the murder mystery TV shows it references like Murder, She Wrote. This month we talked about an ‘80s prime time soap full of shoulder pads and catfights as well as a ‘70s movie starring Rocky and the Fonz. Then we decided there were so many confusing pop culture references in an episode we couldn’t pick just one, so we researched a mish mash of topics like Punk Planet magazine, workout guru Jack LaLanne, singer Blossom Dearie, Manson cult member Leslie Van Houten, and a whole lotta board games.

540 movies and counting! You can follow real-time updates in what I’m watching in quarantine on Letterboxd.

#Round Up #Enola Holmes #Murder She Wrote #SNL #Saturday Night Live #Coach Carter #Edward Scissorhands #The Haunting #Village of the Damned #Night of the Living Dead #Hubie Halloween #2001: A Space Odyssey #The Trial of the Chicago 7 #The Addams Family #Gremlins #Who Framed Roger Rabbit #Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter #Gone in Sixty Seconds

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