#the papers were getting flack

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 133

Danny is really confused. Like sure he made a fake account in order “use” his parents completely valid and not in biased research on ghosts.

Cause obviously. Their completely legit research disproves multiple peer reviewed and factual papers.

Tucker made the fake account. No real names or numbers. So. They couldn’t know it was him right?!??

He just wanted people to see how wack the papers were and bring to light the very not accurate papers. He figured using botched research to counter claim others would do something.

But??? Why was the flash in his living room arguing with his parents about scientific articles. And proper research??

[69dias]

rockstar!jk mini series: [1/?] paris

a/n: it is here, and it has not been proofread. i am so sorry for the lack of content on my part but i promise i will make it up to you guys. next one’s in new yawkkkkk

warnings: mean!jk makes his return, unprotected sex (if u do this i will end it all), fucking within the first hour of knowing somebody, degradation, a bitttt of dacryphilia, FINALLY WROTE OC SUCKING JK OFF, riding... dirty talk, i think that’s it. oh and an obscene amount of petnames.

wc: 4.6k

the first time you meet jungkook is in paris.

it happens after the show, one that you’re sure you won’t be ever have the capacity to forget, one that affirms every piece of media ever romanticizing this city because fuck, do amazing things happen here.

you don’t get to think about the performance too much, just barely processing the way the lead singer had stared you down during the set, the glide of his fingers over the strings of his guitar, the sweat on his arms and the way the stage lights beat down on the ink covering his skin; just barely processing how stunning he looked, and how you’re barely even drunk but would still do anything to get him to look at you like that again.

when you make your way to the bar, comically slow and still a bit dazed from all the eye-fucking and the performance that was practically sex personified, there’s a security guard right there who almost seems to be judging your every move, eyes flitting down the expanse of your body as though he’s inspecting you for something. there’s a leather jacket draped over his uniform-clad arm, complete with patches similar to something an 80s actor would wear, complete with a cigarette hanging from their lips. it sure as hell doesn’t belong to you, and you open your mouth to tell him that, but he beats you to it.

“ma’am, this is for you.”

you don’t hear him clearly at first, and when you do, it’s hard to make the conclusion that he is indeed speaking to you. you whip your head around to see who else this man could possibly be asking to take this jacket, but he doesn’t let you dwell on it for too long —

“no, ma’am, you.” when you point to yourself, his sigh of agitation makes your eyes narrow at the sheer audacity he has to get irritated with you when he’s asking someone random out of the hundreds of people to accept this patched jacket. “yes, you. jeon jungkook would like to give you this. he tells you to check the pocket.”

the slight accent he has makes it hard for you to decipher the name, but this time, it isn’t hard for you to connect the dots.

jeon jungkook. the lead singer, who’d introduced himself as JK just a mere five minutes before he’d sluttily bitten his lips and done a once-over of your entire form like he was willing to devour you whole just like that.

jeon jungkook wanted to give you his jacket. there’s something in his pocket for you. this reminds you awfully of a wattpad story you’d written about harry styles back when you were a fledgling, and you figure it’s god’s way of repaying you for all the flack you’ve gotten for it over the years.

“are you sure he said it was for me?”

“yes, ma’am.”

it’s the last thing he says before extending his arm towards you, tilting his head expectantly. your fingers shake, still not fully able to process this when you pluck the jacket out of his hold. the man doesn’t stay for longer, and you think he clearly does not get paid enough for this, but whatever pitiful feelings you have towards this security guard dissipate as you reach into the pocket of the jacket.

it’s a piece of paper, perfectly out of the cliches you’d curate for yourself back in 2010, and it’s been written on in hasty ink.

the peninsula. meet me at 00:30 in the lobby. -JK.

//

this shouldn’t be a surprise, not in the slightest. you knew what you were getting into when you entered a cab headed to The Peninsula, you knew the risks of going to meet a rockstar after one shared look during his performance, and you knew meeting at midnight wouldn’t constitute anything other than this.

this, being sex, of course.

of course, though, life has a way of catching you off guard, but you don’t think it’s a bad thing, not when jungkook is fucking you the way he is.

you expected roughness, clothes ripped off each others bodies, pressed against the walls of his room, calloused hands running down the expanse of your unmarked skin, desperate and hot and messy; you expected to be bent over, cheek pressed into the softness of his bad — you expected jungkook to live up to the stereotype, although often misconstrued, that he would be rough in the typical, rockstar one-night-stand sort of way.

and jungkook does almost the exact opposite.

to set the scene, imagine a hotel room.

it’s a suite, floor to ceiling windows, and a bed far too big for the one person staying in the room, on top of which you’re bent over in half.

jungkook looms over you, thigh caught in one large palm as he uses the other to trail over your cheek, inked fingers dancing over the curve of your jaw until they rest gently over your neck. he doesn’t apply any pressure, eyes trailing over your face to gauge your reaction before he proceeds, zooming in on the way your lips fall open in a mixture of surprise and what he can only assume is lust.

he has you in your beyond skimpy lingerie that barely offers any dignity, the fabric being so light that it almost seems like you predicted the outcome of the night, but there’s no way you could’ve guessed any of this would happen. aside from the underwear, though, he insisted you wear the jacket that got you caught up in this to begin with, and the look in his eyes as he scans your body is something you wish you could save forever. the very obvious salaciousness directed towards you does nothing to save you from the ripple of embarrassment that washes over your body until it settles deep in your stomach when you realize that he’s fully clothed, and hellbent on staying that way for a good while.

when your eyes flit away from his face, avoiding him almost desperately, he tsks, index finger lifting from the goosebump-riddled skin of your neck to prod at your chin until you’re forced to look at him again.

“c’mon now, baby. look right at me. that’s what got you here, now, isn’t it?”

the question doesn’t require an answer, but you shake your head no, and it makes him laugh; loudly and unabashedly like he’s outright mocking you, and it doesn’t do anything to help how humiliating this is.

“no? no?” he tightens his grip on your neck once, twice, holding it there until you outstretch your head in a clear struggle to breath. the nonchalant way in which he stares down at your face, practically painted with desperation, pleading him to let you breath, sends waves of arousal down your form. you can practically feel the lace of your panties sticking to your pussy, and it makes you grind up into him for any semblance of friction to relieve yourself. “you don’t agree that you got yourself here?”

when he loosens his grip, you can’t help but relax into the sheets, panting in a quick effort to regain your breath so you can answer him. it’s not like his insistence that this situation began with you bothers you, but you’re not entirely to blame, which is something you affirm as soon as you recover.

“you were staring at me, too, though.” the words roll of your tongue almost too fluently, which is something that both surprises you and fills you with profound regret when he narrows his eyes down at you.

jungkook pulls his hand off your neck, placing it onto the soft skin of your other thigh, separates your legs so your feet land on either sides of his waist. he pulls himself closer to you, enough so you could feel how hard he is if he were to shift his hips up just a bit. the denim of his ripped jeans is a little too close to your pussy, and it makes you want to speed this entire thing up so he would just fuck you, but his next moves make the thought disappear altogether.

he brings his fingers to your face again, this time grabbing your jaw in an unforgiving hold, smushing your cheeks together until you feel tears gather in your eyes. he leans down, licking a fat stripe up the side of your neck, pulling away to blow on it softly until the sensation sends chills rippling over your skin.

“say that again, baby. think about you got yourself into a car and then showed off your pretty little body, think about how you’re grinding your slutty cunt on my jeans right now, and say it again. is this my doing?”

his grip doesn’t loosen on your cheeks, and hot tears run down your cheeks when he shakes your head no with his own hand.

“you’re all pretty like this just for me?”

he makes you nod yes, not of your own volition at all, and then let’s go. there’s a smarting ache blooming over your face, one that leaves you squeezing your eyes shut until his disapproving tsk has them snapping open to stare at him.

you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on, cunt clenching around nothing as jungkook looks you up and down, eyebrows perked at the way your breath catches in your throat when he settles his hands along your waist.

it’s short-lived, the warmth of his palms leaving your body to rip his shirt off of his own in record time. he’s truly a sight to see, expanse of his right shoulder covered in ink that trails down to the fingers that had just been wrapped around your jaw, dim light of the hotel glinting off the two barbells on his nipples. his skin is like honey, smooth and golden, the chisel of his abs and definition of his adonis’ belt disappearing into the tight jeans that wrap around his thighs almost sinfully. it takes a second for you to recuperate, finding yourself doing exactly what you had done just a couple of hours ago at the show, shamelessly running your eyes across the expanse of his body.

the grin that spreads across his face when he sees your reaction is almost childlike, and it makes a rush of affection wash over your body when he leans down to place a kiss next to your lips. that feeling fades into the same one of unadulterated desire, though, as he turns the chaste kiss into one that’s anything but; catching your bottom lips between his teeth, slipping his tongue into your mouth so your own is open, letting him lick his way into you, filthy like he would shove it down your throat if he could.

your hands fly to his nape, playing with the smooth skin before scratching your fingers down the taut muscles of his back. he pulls away when you run your nails over his waist and reach the buckle of his belt; his own hands join yours then, pulling at the leather and tossing it so it lands next to your head. his jeans are next, unbuttoning them and pushing them until his knees, too desperate to remove them completely.

when he pulls his boxers off, it’s almost comical how your head snaps downwards to take a lewd look at his dick, and it truly would make you seem silly if it wasn’t so fucking pretty. it’s a peculiar way to describe a dick, but it’s long and thick, a bulging vein trailing along the underside leading up to his pink mushroom tip, a sharp contrast to the white beads of precum that spill over the side, testament to how turned on he is even when you’ve barely touched him.

“taking a pretty good look, baby. what’s up, not good enough for you?”

his tone is teasing, and you decipher the mocking lilt immediately, but just in case he’s being serious, you affirm him.

“no, no. it’s… it’s really pretty…” when you trail off, lost in the thought of how he’s going to feel inside of you, he clicks his tongue, chuckling softly.

“want it inside you, hm?”

your nod is soft, and you’re not even sure if he sees it, but you use all the strength you can muster to push him off of you. he lets out a small oof when he lands on the mattress, and you can see his eyebrows rise inquisitively as he watches for your next move.

completely taken over by a desire to just get his dick in your mouth, it doesn’t take you more than a few seconds to adjust yourself, pushing his legs up so his feet rest on the bed, and situating yourself between his thighs.

jungkook laughs, running a hand through your hair, grip tightening ever so lightly when you run a finger over his tip, collecting his precum and popping it in your mouth. when you look up at him, you see that his cheeks have developed a soft blush, eyes hooded when they look down at you in a daze, waiting for you to continue.

you’d hate to deny him further, revving up your throat to sloppily spit on the tip of his cock, relishing on the soft hiss he lets out at the contact. you do the same to your palm, rubbing it over his length until his hips twitch, breath getting heavier.

jungkook has a gorgeous voice, you know this, and thousands of people other than you do as well, but the moan he lets out when you finally get your mouth on him is nothing short of pornographic. you meet his eyes as you sink further down his length, tongue rolling around the base as you take him until his tip hits the back of your throat. you’ve been blessed with a gag reflex that’s practically non-existent, though, and it’s clear that he enjoys the feeling of your warm throat when you take his dick all the way down until your nose meets the hair at his base.

he uses his grip on your head to fuck your mouth slowly, soft ruts into his hips into you as you stare up at him, entirely helpless. the softness lasts for a couple of seconds, though, before he’s gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail to really give it to you, broken groans and heavy pants echoing into the air. it’s all a mere buzz in your ears, though, as you try not to grind your own hips into the bed below you; it’s ridiculous how you feel so turned on when he’s using you like a toy to get off, and your cheeks dust over in embarrassment when you trail a hand down to press softly over your clit.

the reprieve you get has you moaning onto his dick, and it’s clear that he enjoys the vibration, voice getting pitchier as he continues to thrust into your mouth. he’s big, though, and the strain in your jaw paired with the lack of oxygen has you tearing up, the view of his contorted face getting blurry as you try to breathe through your nose.

jungkook’s head lolls back, hips getting sloppier as he gets closer. your free hand goes to tap the skin of his thigh as a signal to let you take a break, and you almost think that he won’t let you have it, too strung up in his own pleasure, until he pulls you off. there’s a filthy string of spit connecting your lips to his dick, tears rolling down your face, mouth parted and cheeks flushed in the wake of the mess he’s made of you.

“jesus, fuck, baby… who taught you that?”

you laugh, not fully processing the question until he sits up, heavy red cock slapping against his abdomen when he leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. jungkook’s smiling too, though, and you let him wipe the spit off your bottom lip, watching intently as he situates himself against the headboard.

when he pats his lap, using two of his fingers to call you towards him in a come hither motion, you genuinely feel irritated at how attractive he is. it is entirely unfair, and the pit of desire in your stomach entirely consumes you as you crawl your way up towards him. jungkook’s hands are warm on your waist when you get close enough for him to pull you up and over your lap, heat placed directly over his cock until his tip is just lightly kissing your clit. you’re so sensitive, so besides yourself in want that you grab his base to finally get him inside of you —

“Hold it, sweet girl. Gotta get you ready,” he practically lifts you up with one hand alone, and the way your pussy clenches at the display of strength is genuinely humiliating, but he doesn’t seem to notice when his inked fingers make their way to your clit.

He traces up your pussy, gathering your wetness before using the pad of his thumb to rub at your clit ever so softly. the action makes you keen, head falling forward to rest in the crook of his neck as he changes his pace from the rough demeanor he exhibited until just a few seconds ago. he presses a soft kiss to your temple, picking up his pace as he rubs your clit in soft circles, paying close attention to the changes in your breath and the way your soft whimpers get louder when he speeds up.

when he deems you wet enough, jungkook dips his index finger into you, letting you take him inch by inch, slowly until he reaches the soft spongy spot a couple of inches in, free hand coming to rest at the side of your hip when you buck forward, sucking a sharp breath through your teeth —

“f-fuck, jungkook, please just — please fuck me,”

his chuckle is light, kissing the side of your head again as he slowly prods his middle finger into you.

“I’m going to, honey, just breathe out for me, okay? gotta get your sweet cunt open for me, hm?”

your nods are fervent, letting out a slow breath of air and allowing his two fingers into you fully. the stretch is welcome, but the sting is ever present, and you claw down the skin of his biceps until you get used to it. he fucks his fingers into you expertly, bringing you closer and closer to the precipice of pleasure until his name rolls of your tongue like a prayer, letting yourself succumb to the pleasure. you kiss down the column of his neck, sloppier and wetter as you warn him that you’re about to cum —

jungkook pulls his fingers out of you, a disappointed whimper of yours that gets pitcher at the tail-end colors the air as he pushes the blunt head of his cock into your entrance instead.

it’s a lot girthier than just his two fingers, but you assume he didn’t want you to get too comfortable and the pain is entirely welcome, especially when you can feel every ridge of his cock, clenching uncontrollably as he slides further into your cunt, nearly kissing your cervix from this angle when he bottoms out.

the two of you let out a moan, curses coalescing as they break the silence that has consumed the two of you. this feels natural, like you’re made to take him and he’s made to fill you, and when jungkook nudges your jaw to focus your eyes on his, you feel compelled to just never look away; his cock nestled within you, arm wrapped around the curve of your waist, as he leans forward to press his lips against yours in a sloppy kiss to keep you distracted as he begins to inch out slowly.

you feel a blossom of warmth in the tresses of your stomach when he ruts back into show, soft movements of his hips until your head rolls back, baring your neck so he can lick down it lazily. he presses a palm to your lower abdomen, telling you to breathe out, baby, applying just the slightest amount of pressure so you can feel him all the way in your stomach when he bottoms in again.

the groans he’s letting out are nothing short of filthy, th soft murmurs of your name as you brace your hands on the definition of his thighs doing nothing but incentivizing you to give your hips an experimental roll until you see his eyes shut and tighten.

“fuck, sweetheart. ride me, yeah —“

you’re good at listening to instructions, which turns out to be great for him, audibly moaning when you start to sink into the rhythm in fucking yourself on him. he lets you work yourself up, stares at you through dark eyes, voice scratchy as he guides you through it —

“aren’t you the prettiest girl in the world, hm?” jungkook knows just what to do, too, words fuzzy in your ears but the feeling of his warm palm on your abdomen doing nothing but spurring you on. “there we go, that’s it.”

his hand strokes the skin it sits upon, pressing down when you stop moving to catch your breath, the stinging pain rippling through your thighs as the strenuosity of pushing yourself over the edge gets a bit too much. you’re sure you look like a mess, hair messy and mouth dropped open in a silent moan as jungkook thrusts upwards into you, eyes fixated on where he can feel the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

you make a mental note to thank the security guard if you ever find him, because holy fuck.

jungkook doesn't let you start up again, planting his feet on the sheets as he uses his free hand to grip your hips, using it as leverage to really fuck up into you. he finds the spot comically easily, something you’d tried to do yourself with the seemingly pathetic hip rolls, nothing compared to the way jungkook is taking you right now.

you don’t mind giving it up, either, because it’s been a while since you’ve felt like this. it’s been a while since someone’s had you relinquishing all control, had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, tits bouncing about obscenely as he never lets up on how rough he’s fucking you, his own breath coming in pants and choked out affirmations of how good he feels — “fuck yeah, that’s a good girl”, “taking me so fucking well” — as he makes it abundantly clear just how close he is.

it should take longer, it's always taken longer, but jungkook uses the hand on your stomach to reach down, rubbing tight circles on your clit until your upper body loses the strength to keep you up, ripples of pleasure sending chills all over your skin until you fall forward into the crook of his neck. you muffle your moans into his skin, embarrassed by the obscenities that just roll off your lips, but every half circle he rubs on your clit tightens the string at the tresses of your stomach until you can’t help your head from lolling back.

“jesus — jungkook, fuck —“ the way your hips move on their own accord, sloppy in their goal to somehow meet his thrusts halfway is completely out of your control. it’s insane how close you are, and you only affirm this over and over until he has to physically hold you down to keep you from slumping over from the strength of his own hips. “I’m so, so close, please —“

“come on, baby, almost there, hm?”

he uses a free hand to tilt your chin down to look him in the eyes and it feels like you’re on fire. the angle of his dick splitting you in half, the way he’s staring at you, the thumb on your clit — it’s all too much and it has the coil that’s tightened in your stomach snapping, high washing over you in soft ripples and then a sharp wave that has your upper body tightening and loosening all in one go. it’s lighter than you expected, but you can feel the flutter of your cunt around his cock, moans breaking as you take in the way his face contorts in the wake of your orgasm.

jungkook’s thrusts stop, and you’re thankful because overstimulation is not your favorite, but he doesn’t stop chasing his own high; hips now moving up in shallow ruts as his grip on you loosens, head tilting up and giving you access to the column of his throat. you lean forward, licking a fat stripe up his skin until a shiver wracks his body. he presses a hand against your nape, grip weak in an attempt to push your foreheads together.

he stares you right in the eyes, using his other hand to pull his cock out of you, smiling lazily when you let out a hiss at the emptiness.

jungkook is stupidly close, if the borderline angry red of his cock is anything to go off of, and he doesn’t stop going after his orgasm when an inked hand encircles his base, never breaking eye contact with you as he gets himself off. there’s a filthy shlick shlick that is nothing but a buzz in your head as you’re still coming down from your high, but nothing fazes you, not when he looks so damn pretty.

eyes blown out, skin of his chest red from the exertion, breath raspy and voice breaking as he pushes himself over the precipice, you can’t bring yourself to look away from jungkook right now, almost paralleling the performance that got you into this debacle to begin with.

when he cums, it’s with a soft sigh and a deep groan of your name, spurts of white a stark contrast against the red of his cock. he lets you collect the cum on two of your fingers, a low chuckle ripping from his throat when you pop them into your mouth and then out.

jungkook doesn’t stop you when you slip yourself off his lap, instead just trading soft circles over your thighs from where you lay next to him. he’s a lot gentler now that the room is no longer charged sexually, but you don’t exactly pick up on the change in atmosphere — not when you’re this tired.

“jungkook?”

“mm, yeah baby?”

the pet name seems to slip out of his mouth, and you’re taken aback at first, enough to snap your head up towards him. he doesn’t look back, instead shuffling off the bed entirely, presumably to go clean himself up.

“don’t kick me out, ‘kay?”

“okay, baby. stay as long as you need.”

-

when you wake up, it’s to a bag of McDonald’s next to you, and yet another note.

you’re not surprised, though. it was clear that whatever you had with jungkook would be a one and done thing, and you’re grateful that he at least let you stay the night.

he seems to have packed up, and your memory may be failing you but it’s likely that he’s gone to fly off to get to another one of his shows somewhere in new york. or any other big city. you decide to look it up later, the dull pounding in your head not letting you wrack your brain further.

the note, however, seems to do the ‘looking up’ for you.

xxx-xxx-xxx

text me, i’ll fly you out to new york.

p.s. check-out’s at 3, sleepy head.

JK

[reyski]

could I get armin x reader where they both have crushes on eachother and eren and jean tease them about it? maybe a confession scene? if not thats fine, make sure you drink water and sleep and all that

i’m on a bit of an armin kick so i thought id do this just for kicks. also sorry if you dont like fics with drug use, but i think its incredibly hot. 

pairing: armin x reader (post timeskip media: attack on titan content warnings: drinking, joint smoking note: gender neutral reader!! 

it was a little hard to admit to yourself that you had a crush on armin. you had met through mutual friends (eren) a couple years ago, and even then you were quick to dismiss the little butterflies you felt when he would sit close to you, or say your name. but after a couple months of secretly pining you decided it would be best to admit it, at least to yourself.

a normally smart person, it was entirely too embarrassing how you would trip and fumble over your words when you were around him. letting out nervous laughs, and trying to play off your mistakes was becoming increasingly annoying. and after your friend's weekly hangouts you were bombarded with texts from eren and jean with texts to "just fucking admit it already" and "jesus christ he probably already knows". but every time you thought about asking armin to talk in private, and confessing your little crush your hands shook and your chest became tight just thinking about how he would react.

why would you risk your friendship with armin over a stupid crush that would probably just end in shambles? jean always told you that you had nothing to worry about, and that even if armin turned you down you would always be friends. but you knew that it would be different, not something that your friendship could just bounce back from.

after class one day you and eren, who had been working on a sociology paper in the library, were sitting waiting for lunch that you had just ordered.

"come on you know he'd probably faint if you told him you like him, right?" eren prompted.

"yeah yeah yeah, as if your little conjecture about what armin 'would do' is gonna get me to fold" you retorted, making eren give you a disgruntled look. his lips curving down into a small frown.

"well you're never gonna get anywhere with that attitude"

"im not trying to get anywhere, just leave it alone" another annoyed look was shot your way.

"fine. but if i go crazy waiting for one of you to make a move it's on you" eren said finally relinquishing after the number on his receipt was called by the woman behind the counter.

"fine" you said to yourself quietly as he walked away to pick up the food.

the next couple of days you spent with your mind crowded by the idea of armin possibly mirroring your desire. every time you tried to sit down and work on an assignment questions flooded your brain. you tried to weigh out the pros and cons of confessing, but ultimately it made no difference in your plight.

suddenly it was a couple hours before you were going over to jean's house to see everyone and you were staring at nearly your entire closet thrown around your room.

‘ugh fuck what am i doing, it's not like anyone's taking notes on what i’m wearing’ you noticed you were definitely thinking of armin when you said 'anyone' and groaned a second time, hating how much having a little crush could affect you.

finally picking up something off the floor and wiggling your way into it, fixing your now-tousled-hair and looking into the mirror once again.

‘eh good enough’ you said defeatedly, picking up your things and giving yourself one more once-over to make sure you weren't missing anything. your heart was beating uncomfortably after getting in your car.

after driving over to jean's you parked a block away and quickly walking up his driveway, noticing you were 20 minutes late.

‘shit im definitely getting flack for this’, you knocked on the door shouting a quick "open up!", and hearing shuffling coming towards the door followed by the jingling of the handle and a "jean how the hell do you unlock this thing" along with more shuffling.

when the door finally opened up you were greeted by the friendly faces of sasha and jean beaming at you. hearing a chorus of "hi"s as you walked in and set your stuff down. deliberately not looking around too much in fear of making eye contact with armin and giving yourself away.

"geez what took you so long, we’re almost through the first round" connie remarked as you turned around to say hi to everyone.

"oh wowww, did you save me one?" you asked, mildly joking to connie.

you felt a presence next to you and a small nudge on your shoulder, followed by the clearing of a throat.

"here, i saved mine too so you wouldn't feel too left out" armin said, handing you a can of whatever eren got his hands on this time, shooting you a small smile. you accepted it, returning the smile with a "oh thanks!", cracking open the tab and taking a small sip while observing your friends all going back to whatever they were talking about before you arrived.

you sat around and joked for a while, getting to the end of your can, and settling for whatever other shitty alcohol there was lying around. slowly becoming more inebriated by the minute, you resigned to sitting on the sofa listening to mikasa and sasha hash it out over a small argument, laughing along to the commotion.

the alcohol in your system had dulled any previous worries about armin, so immersed in the conversation that you almost forgot about it until he sat down next to you.

feeling the sofa dip you looked over, "oh hey, hows it going" you asked.

"im ok, just needed a break from eren and connie. too much energy" he said slowly, also obviously feeling the effects of the alcohol.

"you dont say? god i would have never guessed" you joked. armin cracked a smile and let out a small chuckle at your sarcasm.

a bit of silence between the two of you before he leaned over and whispered for you to follow him over to the kitchen. you gave him a quizzical look and slowly stood up to follow him where he was headed. as you rounded the corner into the kitchen you saw him leaning over to pull something out of his backpack, turned so you couldn’t see exactly what he was getting. looking over your shoulder to see what was happening out in the main room you noticed everyone carrying on, not noticing your sudden absence. 

“ok lets go” armin said turning around with a joint sitting in the palm of his hand. 

raising your eyebrows you responded “oh i didn’t know we were smoking tonight, i would have brought my stuff”. 

“dont worry about it, i just brought it incase anyone was interested” his eyes flickered to yours through his bangs and then back down to the joint. 

“right right, should i go see who wants to join” you started turning towards the open door before armin made a ‘shhh’ sound and waved his hand towards you. 

“i was thinking that we could just go alone, it’s not really that much anyways” he said, even though it was clearly untouched and enough to go around your group at least twice. 

“oh! yeah sure lets go” you said quietly, heart just about jumping out of you, body trembling at the slight hint that he wanted to be alone with you. you shook your head a bit, trying to return to the present moment and not overthink it. he probably just wanted to get away from the commotion. 

you walked together quietly through the back part of the house, reaching the backdoor. armin pulled it open and ushered you through, closing the door behind him. you both sat down on the small steps down to jean’s backyard. armin fished a lighter from his pants pockets, fumbling trying to find it, offering the joint in your direction, asking if you wanted the first hit. you took it out of his hand, placing between your fingers as armin held the lighter up allowing you to get it started. 

the peaceful glow of the lighter spread across your faces, illuminating the darkness for a second before you leaned back and puffed out a cloud of smoke toward the empty yard, sighing in contentment. you handed the joint over, letting armin have a turn and letting the feeling of smoke in your lungs settle, relaxing a little more into your spot on the steps. quietly you passed it back and forth until it was just about gone, and the burn of the weed was almost intolerable. 

“do you want to go back in?” armin asked after another moment, looking at you but not making any movements to get up. 

“no, its nice out here, and besides if we go back in now they’ll be mad we smoked without them” you said in response, smiling a bit to yourself thinking about your friends and their antics. 

“true” armin giggled “i just wanted to make sure you weren’t bored of me” he joked. your eyes widening. 

“never! i don’t know why i’ve been so quiet lately, just thinking about things” you explained, looking at armin meekly. his eyebrows raising in question. 

“thinking about what? you know i’m always here to talk” he sounded genuinely interested in what was troubling you. 

“eh nothing, just life things you know? don’t worry about it” you dismissing his question knowing full well what exactly you were so worked up about. 

“yeah i get it, life’s weird like that. sometimes i get so wrapped up in it i don’t know what to do with myself” you shot him a concerned look, turning a little more towards him. 

“you want to tell me about it?” you asked, prompting armin to let out a laugh, his head falling back.

“hey! you cant just brush me off and then ask the exact same question to me” he smiled, and you felt yourself jump a bit at his beauty. 

“i’m not brushing you off, its just hard to talk about” 

“you want to try?” 

“only if you tell me about yours too. otherwise i’m kind of getting the short end of the stick” you persuaded him, in a moment of bravery. 

“oh gosh we wouldn’t want that” the sides of his eyes crinkled a bit, giving you the go ahead to start talking. 

you felt the repercussions of your words coming back to you, not knowing whether to lie, make an excuse, or just tell him the truth. your heart started beating faster, and butterflies erupted in your stomach. small bits of sound came out of your mouth in an attempt to start talking but no words came out. 

“i ... ah i don’t know its just...uh” you fumbled as armin looked intently at you, eyes gleaming in the most spectacular way, letting you know that he was listening. 

“i think theres something wrong with me” you relinquished as armin’s gaze turned to worry. 

“theres nothing wrong with you, you’re perfect” he said plainly, as if he hadn’t just frazzled you even more and given you the best compliment you’d ever received. you felt your face grow hotter, cheeks buzzing with heat. 

“is that what you’ve been so worried about?” armin asked, mouth creating a small frown. you shook your head, not saying anything else.

a moment passed, you both sank back into the silence of the minute before. you turned your gaze to your lap, but could still feel armin looking at you. you felt him wanting to say something, but another moment passed with nothing said. there was definitely something different about this silence, it wasn’t as comfortable as the one before, and you could tell there was something hanging in the air. you felt the pressure building up inside you, feeling that maybe your comment made it awkward. in a moment of recklessness, and an attempt to break the silence, you slipped out,

“i think i might like you but i didn’t want to make things weird and i know you probably don’t like me back but now its already weird so i might as well tell you” breathing deeply, not looking over at armin who remained in silence. your cheeks somehow even hotter than they were before, and your whole body trembling. 

another moment passed, and you finally decided to take a small peek over at armin. you slid your eyes to the side not moving your head, and he sat eyes wide open, and lips sightly parted in surprise (image). your eyes darted back down into your lap, already regretting your actions, and preparing to just get up and go back inside. your eyes burned in a tell-tale way, you shifted to get up. 

a little tug on your arm “hey” you paused to see if he would say anything else, “i think...we feel the same way” he finished, and to both of your relief you turned back around and sat back down. 

“you do?”

“yeah” 

“thats good” 

“hah, yeah” he chuckled, his own cheeks turning pink and his eyes shimmering in the minimal light. armin turned towards you, 

“would you mind if i kissed you?” armin questioned “no pressure”. you turned away in the good kind of embarrassment, unintentionally smiling.

 “please do”

yayyy lmk what you guys think!! i sincerely hope this isnt toooo gushy and cringy. 

as always feed and water yourself! <33

[gazs-blue-hat]

Fair Winds and Following Seas Chapter 1: Pilot

My first attempt at a fic. I have crossposted this to AO3 so check it out on there! It’s an X Reader so I hope that’s alright!

Reader’s Callsign is “Tempest”

Series Masterlist Chapter 2

Summary: While a mission to find Hassan goes south, Ghost finds a particularly interesting photograph. In the mean time, we meet Tempest, who has a new assignment and a new team.

Chapter Warnings: Military Terms, Selective Mute! Reader. I don’t think there’s anything else...

Failure, that's how Captain John Price felt at the moment. Once again, the terrorist Hassan has managed to slip out of their fingers and hide away from their gaze. He didn't know what to do at this point. Laswell had run through all of the information she could and they were at a dead end. Even Farah had no leads. John was stumped and when he was stumped, he sat outside the base smoking a particularly pungent cigar. He sat alone for a long while, pondering what they had found at the last safehouse where Hassan had been hiding out.

*2 weeks earlier*

The team had heard word of a safehouse where Hassan could have been found. They spent weeks making sure that this was indeed the correct location and that there was movement at said safehouse. It was decided that Ghost and Soap would go to the safehouse and clear it from the inside while Price and Gaz worked on the outskirts to provide cover for the two going in. The mission was going smoothly until Graves decided he was going to 'help' by sending a few of his shadows in with the team. Usually 141 didn't have any issues working with the Shadows, but the compound was small and a large force would have sent the entire place into high alert.

Unfortunately for 141, Graves isn't the kind of man who likes to 'sit on his ass and watch the Brits play'. He decided to send in his Shadows anyway and messed up the whole operation. even with Graves' involvement, the mission would have gone alright if not for the hidden pressure plates that lined the whole damn place. As soon as a soldier stepped on one of those plates, a loud siren split the night and lights started to power on around the base. "I told you he would send someone, you owe me drinks after this." Soap said while ducking behind a parked car to get some cover. Ghost rolled his eyes and huffed into the mic attached to his throat. Of course Graves would disregard something Price had said to him, and of course he would get no flack for it. The benefit of being a PMC he guessed. Bullets whizzed overhead and he peeked around the corner of the large container he was crouched behind. The original plan had been to sneak through the skylights in the compound and send in tear gas to get all of the AQ out of the building. Gaz and Price would then shoot the stragglers and provide cover while Soap and ghost got the intel. Since that was no longer a possibility...

Ghost reached behind him and unclipped a canister from his belt. He hefted the grenade in his hand and removed the pin, tossing the explosive over his shoulder. There were shouts behind them as the explosion rocked the ground. Ghost and Soap moved towards the safehouse and quickly cleared the first floor, checking for any hidden traps or escape routes. In their ears, the coms buzzed. "You have anything in there boys?" Price asked over the headset as he looked through the scope of his rifle. "Negative Captain. Nothin' here but dead AQs and a bunch of papers." Soap said softly, whispering so anybody left inside the house wouldn't hear him. In the other room, Ghost peered down a rather long hallway that was covered in shadow. As he made his way down, he noticed blood stains on the walls as well as a few dead AQ agents. Who had done this? Soap and himself were only using their guns this go around, but these people had been stabbed or sliced.

He rounded the corner and nudged his way into the room, pushing aside a body that was blocking the door. He recognized this one as one of Hassan's core commanders. He wasn't supposed to be here, but there was something else that caught his attention. A small folder sat on the desk that another body was sitting at. The folder was a simple manila folder with a large red stamp on the front that read 'Confidential' on it. "Negative on Hassan, but I have found something rather interesting." He said as he put his weapon away and picked up the folder. Unfortunately for him, the folder was connected to an incendiary device and instantly caught fire as soon as it was picked up. Cursing, he tried to extinguish the fire before too much of the document burned. Soap rounded the corner when Ghost had finished putting the fire out. "What's that you got there L.T?" Soap asked, holstering his weapon and approaching Ghost. Ghost handed him the folder silently before looking around the room for anything else that might have information on Hassan. Soap opened it and blew some of the ashes out of the charred folder. "Nothing much here, only a bunch of redacted information and a blurry photo of a pane." He mumbled before tossing the folder back on the desk. Ghost grunted and rolled his shoulders back, deeming the room clear of any more information. "Lemme see that photo Soap." He said while extending his hand for the folder. Soap nodded and handed him the photograph. The image was blurry but it was clear enough that he could make out a few distinguishing factors. "I'm no expert on aircraft, but I'd say that's one fast bird. Look here," He said, showing Soap a subtle ring around the body of the aircraft. Soap blew out a low whistle. "Sound barrier. Only a few planes I know of that can do that." he said softly looking up at Ghost. "Do you think Hassan has his hands on one of those?" he asked, a hint of anxiety in his voice. Ghost said nothing as he looked back down at the photo, examining it further. "Possibly. Look, an American insignia. We know he has missiles, it's possible he's got a bird as well." He said while pointing at a small flag printed on the back of the plane. Soap nodded once more and looked about the room. "I think it's time to speak to Laswell again, she and Shepherd will want to hear about this." He said while exiting the room. Ghost followed behind, but his mind was elsewhere. Something about that plane and the faint words scribbled underneath bothered him.

He looked down at the photograph again, trying to find anything else. The writing he had missed before read 'TG vs SB.' What on earth could that have meant? The other information in the file wasn't really important to him personally. It mostly talked about that aircraft and the impressive feat the pilot had accomplished in it. The pilot was never named, callsign or otherwise. They just referred to them as "TG" or "the Pilot". After searching the rest of the compound with the Shadows, team 141 pulled out of the safehouse with no more information and a whole lot more questions.

*Present Day*

Price sighed deeply and exhaled a cloud of smoke. In one hand he held the picture of the aircraft from the folder Ghost had found. He examined it over and over again, finding nothing interesting or new about it or the contents therein. A shadow soon loomed over him and Philip Graves sat next to him, putting his hands on his knees. The sun was starting to set and soon it would be time for the team to head back to their base of operations in the UK.

"Look...I didn't mean to undermine your operation, I only wanted to help." Graves mumbled while looking at the setting sun. Price simply hummed and took another drag of his cigar. Graves rubbed the back of his head and leaned back. "I had no idea there would be pressure plates, I was only doing what Shepherd ordered me to. No hard feelings?" He said while looking over at Price. The Captain said nothing to the American at his side, simply humming in agreement and exhaling. Graves looked at the photo in the Captain's hand. "May I see that picture?" he asks, his back suddenly straight and his face one of concern. Price raised an eyebrow but handed the image over. Graves took the piece of paper and squinted at it. " It can't be...that's..." He suddenly cursed loudly and threw the picture on the ground. "Those sons of bitches! They're going after...I can't believe this, I'm calling Shepherd."  He exclaimed while standing up quickly and storming off. Price looked down at the photo on the ground and picked it up gingerly. Apparently Graves knew who this person was and he also was personally invested in their safety or well being.

As the sun set on the base, team 141 fell gently off to sleep while their ally Philip Graves made a series of phone calls.

*Somewhere over the Pacific Ocean* "Regan to Tempest, come in Tempest" The radio in her helmet crackled to life after hours of silence. She pressed a button on my console to signal that she was listening. The air above the Pacific ocean was rather rough tonight and was starting to get worse. She listened to the commands issued from the carrier below and shook her head in frustration. What was the point in designing a special plane if it couldn't handle a little bit of turbulence? She sighed softly to herself and started her gradual decent back down to the ship below.

"I bet you're pretty pissed you don't get to fly through a typhoon again." A secondary voice said in her ear. She rolled her eyes and started to press a button on the back of her joystick. She sent the Morse code blips to the aircraft beside her. Her best friend and constant companion Chris "Sparks" Larson, was in a simple fighter jet next to her. His jet was simple, and streamlined. The black paint reflecting the clouds below. 'Of course I'm pissed. They don't call me tempest for nothing you know' she sent. She heard Sparks laugh and  saw him toss his head back with laugher. "Yeah yeah, whatever. You just want the skies to yourself." He replied as they broke through the barrier of clouds to see the vast ocean beneath them. A single ship was floating about 5 miles outside the borders of Japan's ocean space. The USS Ronald Regan was her home at the moment, an aircraft carrier where she was stationed. She and her jet that is. Her plane was one of a kind, one she had designed herself and commissioned for military use. Unfortunately, she and the plane were a package deal. She was the only one who could pilot the plane and the only one who knew how it worked inside and out. As the pair landed on the tarmac, she hopped out of the cockpit and removed her helmet, letting the cool salty air hit her face. She wore her navy uniform, as was standard. Her gaiter on the other hand, was not. The simple black piece of fabric enclosed her neck and lower half of her face perfectly, leaving only her eyes and forehead to show. She tucked her helmet under her arm and watched as the mechanics wheeled her plane into a hangar. She rolled her eyes and waved to gain their attention. Sparks jogged up next to her, his blond hair flopping as he did so. "Hold up boys. Tempest has some notes for you." he said to the two mechanics. They nodded and looked over at Tempest who began to sign with her hands. Nobody on the ship had ever heard her voice. She only used Morse code or American Sign Language to communicate. Luckily, Sparks was fluent in ASL and was able to interpret for her. Unfortunately, most people never looked at her when she 'spoke' only to her interpreter. While that might have been a bother to some, it only served to make her more invisible to the regular soldiers she worked with. 'The engine jumped a little when I took off, perhaps one of this pistons isn't firing correctly. Also, there was too much drag on the tail for sound barrier breakage. If you want a top tier aircraft, you've gotta treat her like one.' She signed to the men, irritated at their lack of respect for her machine. Sparks relayed this message and the mechanics said they would get right to work on the issues addressed. She nodded and punched Sparks on the shoulder who scowled at her. "What was that for?!" He shouted while rubbing his sore arm. Tempest crossed her arms and scowled. 'You didn't match the tone! You didn't tell them how upset I was!' She signed aggressively. He rolled his eyes and flicked her on the forehead. "We can't all be super scary when we talk. Those guys are the same rank as me! I can't just go bossing them around all the time!" he retorted, huffing and looking at her. Before he could say anything else a loud speaker went off next to the entrance of the ship. "Commander Tempest to Coms. Commander Tempest to Coms." She rolled her eyes and signed her apologies to Sparks who waved her off and said he would wait for her in the galley. As she made her way to the communication deck, soldiers nodded to her as she passed, her boots making little sound as she walked across the metal floors. Once she opened the door to the coms station, she was ushered into a seat and given a headset and a keyboard. The screen before her flickered to life and a middle-aged man in Army fatigues saluted her with respect. "Commander Graves. It is a pleasure to see your face again." General Shepherd said with a smile. Tempest did all she could to not roll her eyes. 'Please, call me Tempest' she typed out, the message scrawling along the bottom of the general's screen. The man nodded and looked at her. "I forgot you like to be called by your callsign. My apologies. I assume you've been enjoying your time in the Pacific?" He said, a lazy grin on his face. She frowned and typed her response. 'General, with all due respect, Please tell me what you're really calling for.'

Shepherd leaned back in his seat nodding. "Yes, he did say you liked to get right to the point. Very well. Are you familiar with this man?" He said while lifting a photo to the camera lens. I examined the man's face and thought for a moment. He looked...familiar yes, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. 'I've seen him before, but I don't know his name or why he is important.' She typed. Shepherd nodded and put the picture down. "His name is Hassan Zyani. He's a known terrorist who somehow managed to snag a couple of our missiles." He explained. Tempest frowned and turned her head to the side. The missiles were often kept in hidden silos and when they had to be moved, there were large envoys of soldiers there to protect them. Missiles don't just disappear or go missing. Someone dropped the ball on a transport mission or....there was someone working on the inside. She made no response and Shepherd continued. "Now, we've had a task force hunting for Hassan for a while now but there has been no luck in finding him. We had some intel that said he could have been in a safehouse but after raiding it we only found this..." He paused and held up a charred folder with a confidential stamp on it. Shepherd opened the folder and showed her the picture of the plane. "Recognize it? We fear that Hassan has gotten his hand on one of your...toys" Tempest felt her heart jump in her chest as her hands began to shake. That mission was supposed to have been wiped from all record. She had been promised-no, guaranteed that the details of said mission would never be recorded. Instead of allowing Shepherd to note how this news effected her, she typed a simple message. 'All prototypes in that mission were scrapped. There should be no evidence that that mission was ever carried out.' Shepherd frowned at this comment and shook his head. "My intel tells me of one prototype that survived the mission. Now, I have been given permission from the Admiral that you can and will help us not only retrieve this prototype but also recover the stolen missiles." as she remained Silent, he continued. "You will be working as part of task force 141. I assume your cousin has told you about them?" he said with a quirked eyebrow. Tempest nodded. Phillip had indeed told her about 141. Mostly he complained about how annoying they were and how they all had 'massive sticks up their asses'. Shepherd sent over four pictures of the members of this task force. She recognized Captain price easily with his signature facial hair and hat. Another she recognized as a Scotsman called "Soap" this is the one member of 141 that Phillip seemed to have the most in common with. Then there was Gaz, the quiet man with the ball cap and... She looked at the fourth photo. A man wearing a black balaclava with a skull mask sewn on the front glared at her from her screen.

'That's a bit edgy'  she thought as she fiddled with her own face covering. She wondered if he wore it for similar reasons to her, perhaps he was just a man trying too hard. Who knows his reasons for wearing one? It really didn't matter to her. 'I assume I have no choice in the matter?' She asked. The general shook his head. "Negative Commander. This comes directly from your CO." he said. Tempest nodded and sat up a bit straighter. 'I also assume I will be given a translator? Or a means to communicate with the team?' she typed. The general snorted and shook his head. "No translator, you're on your own for this one. Sparks can't always come along you know. Sometimes you gotta leave your pets at home." At this sentence, she balled her hands into fists and her breathing quickened. She nodded anyway. 'Understood. Am I to fly myself out or will I receive an escort?' Shepherd smiled, leaning back once more. "You're gonna be delivered with some supplies to their base. Not jet for you, she stays on the Regan. You'll be flying from Japan to the Czech Republic tomorrow. from there, a helo will take you to their outpost. I have faith in you Commander, don't let me down." he said before signing off. Tempest sighed deeply and removed her headset. The thanked the officer for providing her the keyboard and the woman nodded, understanding the needs of her friend. Tempest made her way back to the galley where Sparks was waiting for her. "So? What was the super important call about? Phillip bitching about his shadows again?" he asked. Tempest shook her head and started to explain things to Sparks. She left out the details about her mission that should have been wiped from record but she mentioned catching a terrorist and some stolen missiles. at the mention of said missiles, he went quiet and thought for a moment. "Missiles don't just go missing. Someone had to lose them or get them in enemy hands for some reason. I dunno (Y/n) this sounds like a crazy chase when there is something deeper that should be looked at." He said while looking at her. She fiddled with a ring on her right hand, a little spinning ring with the Shadow squadron's insignia on it. 'I know, but I have my orders. Can I ask you to keep your eyes and ears open for anything that might be...fishy?' she asked. Sparks nodded and took her hand in his. "For you (Y/N) anything." he said softly, his smile bright and genuine. Sparks and Tempest were as close as close could be. They had completed basic training together and even worked on a special force of their own before moving to engineering. Their past was riddled with pain and blood, but they stuck through it by clinging onto one another.

Sparks shook her hand and stood up slowly. Before bidding her farewell, he gave her a tight hug and a kiss on the forehead. She smiled and hugged him back. After they left the galley she headed to her quarters to pack her things and move to her new home in Prauge.

early the next morning, before the sun crested the horizon, Sparks was standing on the deck of the USS Ronald Regan watching his best friend fly away. He gripped a necklace around his neck tightly, whispering prayers into the tiny lightning bolt that hung there. Tempest was leaving him and he had no idea when she would be back. Or if she would ever be back.

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

2D Purists, Cut It Out

Once again, I'm seeing people get all ornery over the latest look at WISH, the new feature from Walt Disney Animation Studios that marries their post-TANGLED house style and aesthetic to a more watercolor-based look. Once again, people are grousing that it doesn't look as good as the 2012 short PAPERMAN, and others are grousing that it just isn't 2D, period. I feel like the artists and film crew behind WISH are getting a lot of flack, especially on the heels of the recent Writer's Strike coming to an end. Not a good look, if you ask me.

I've gone over it many times before, I'm farggin' exhausted. Walt Disney Animation Studios, as they stand, are likely lucky to even be making films, let alone make it to 100 years of existence. It's the bedrock of the entire company: No Disney Brothers Cartoon Studio, no Walt Disney Company. It seems as if it's alive by virtue of that alone... They were on the chopping block multiple times in the post-Walt span of 67 years, as recent as 2006, believe it or not! Each movie has to do well in some way in order to justify to the heads that they're a building worth investing hundreds of millions of $$$ into. When reliable hitmaker Pixar is right next door, too. Remember, Disney purged a long list of animation studios/partners: Blue Sky Studios, Disneytoon Studios, several arms of the animation studio, Skellington Productions, etc. etc. So, I'm just going to take what I can get. I'm sure I'll find something of merit, both visually and storytelling-wise, in WISH. The recent trailer, I thought, was a bit of alright. Nothing too fancy to me, but it looks like it'll be a fun time nonetheless. I haven't been wowed upside-and-down by a WDAS feature in ages, but that's a me thing. WDAS is doing THEIR thing, and I guess it's not entirely for me. That's OK! Clearly it's working on someone else... Note ENCANTO, RAYA, and even STRANGE WORLD's sheer success as streaming titles, ditto slightly older movies like the FROZENs and MOANA.

But I think some people should understand that in animation, on one half of the playing field, it's not about the art unfortunately. It's called the animation INDUSTRY for a reason.

I get it. We miss the halcyon days of Disney making a new, gorgeous, splendorifously animated feature using pencil and paper, and post-1989, a lot of digital aid. I get that. I'm a 1992 baby, that era was my era, my jam. THE LION KING alone is one of my **formative** films. It's why I write stories and make comics and would LOOOOVE to turn them into animated movies. I was a preteen during the BROTHER BEAR/HOME ON THE RANGE days when it was all fading away, and I watched - as a late teen/young adult - the studio try to make it a thing again, only to blow it.

It's because it was never about the method, the technique, or anything.

To the artists and filmmakers, it absolutely was! No denying that.

To the bean counters? NO. It's product to them, builds the bottom line, fills the pockets, etc.

That's how it's been in the post-Walt age, post-Golden Age, whatever. Steve Hulett, who worked at Disney Animation circa 1976-86, summed it up once: "These are studios. Not Renaissance art factories."

It makes me think of how a lot of classical art was commissioned by merchants, it was largely glorified fanart of Biblical scenes, but the artists who made those works put their ALL into them. Much in the same way the filmmakers put their all into [name any Disney/big studio 2D animated movie made from 1990 to 2004].

In order words, they more than understood the assignment, no matter how flawed the picture might've been on a writing level. (Like say, POCAHONTAS, an utterly gorgeous movie that the filmmakers clearly went HARD during its production.)

There are so many 2D movies made around the world or independently. I recently saw Disney and Pixar veteran Jim Capobianco's THE INVENTOR, a half Rankin/Bass-style stop-motion half European-like 2D film, in a theater! All by myself, may I add. 10 years in the making, a personal labor of love of his own.

Are these complainers *ever* there for those types of films? I thought so.

Where am I going with this? Ah yeah, that's a big reason why 2D was shuffled out of the question by executives. CGI was huge in the early 2000s, and it seemed that even the least-liked features (note SHARK TALE and CHICKEN LITTLE's critical reception) could outgross or out-success the most beloved 2D features of that period. Both of those movies outgrossed LILO & STITCH, for context...

Now, couple that with CGI being less of a hassle in certain ways. Suppose a big change is made to a movie well into production, and scenes have already been animated. Shaded and lit, even. Well, the sets and character models are still there, so the worst they have to do is shoot a scene from a different angle and reanimate their digital puppets. In 2D? New background to draw and paint, gotta redraw and reanimate the characters AGAIN and keep them ON MODEL- ahhhhh! You can see why CG is preferred in this instance. Perfect for a pipeline of movies that can't be disrupted.

So to bean counters and execs, it was only about getting movies made and them making money. In the early 1990s, CG wasn't at a place where it could sustain a feature-length film, so big-time animated movies were done in 2D almost exclusively. And it just so happens... The animators at studios like Disney, like DreamWorks, like Fox Animation, like Kroyer Films, like Warner Animation, etc... The makers of all your faves from HUNCHBACK OF NOTRE DAME to THE IRON GIANT to THE ROAD TO EL DORADO to ATLANTIS, etc. The filmmakers got the assignment. That assignment being "Make big family film that's sure to be big franchise and McDonald's Happy Meal hit". They took that assignment, and WENT HARD. They didn't have to, but they did anyways. They gave us the coolest damn 2D animation we could've asked for, no matter the writing or the finished movie and how it would fare with critics/audiences. And even the writing, it's like, they did what they felt was right - even if it didn't register for critics nor get audiences interested.

So, again, it was all assignments, and 2D was pretty much the only method they could use. Stop-motion was reserved for the likes of NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS and CHICKEN RUN, more off-beat projects. There was never a stop-mo wave. LAIKA literally runs off of commercials and shoe money, the exploits of a nepo baby. So, it was mainly 2D til TOY STORY came along. TOY STORY came out in fall 1995, and once you started seeing films like ANTZ, A BUG'S LIFE, TOY STORY 2, SHREK, etc. That was it. And these developments coincided with audiences choosing the 2D animated movies they wanted to see, and avoiding the rest... And also them getting so wowed by CGI, while seeing 2D as same-old same-old. Capitalism then cemented 2D features' fate, unless it's based on a TV show, like SPONGEBOB or MY LITTLE PONY. It didn't matter that the CGI wow factor was a fad, and that by the end of the 2000s, audiences didn't flock to see *every* CG movie on the block. CGI was the way, and that was that about that. Because it's about getting the thing made and released without the special challenges a 2D movie presents.

Only FIXED is the anomaly right now, which Sony Animation was willing to take a chance on. It is still unknown if it hits theaters or streaming. If it's the former, this is... I think the first 2D animated **theatrical** movie from a mainstream animation studio that's *not* based on a TV show in ages. Like, since... What? WINNIE THE POOH? (Which is based more on the classic Disney shorts/feature than any of the TV show iterations of the character.) THE PRINCESS AND THE FROG?

You can never guess what audiences will flock to see. If you randomly threw a solid 2D feature out in, say, 2027... It could be big, it could flop hard. But the studios, the industry, they're unwilling to chance that. Thus they aren't, and will not. Quality doesn't matter, because you could throw a **great** 2D movie out, and it could still flop just because... If FIXED does well, I don't know what it means. Could move a needle, maybe not. I kinda don't care, because capitalism is an unmovable object. I don't have a crystal ball, and I can't say for sure what could happen. I guess you could say I'm "Will 2D Come Back" Agnostic. I don't deny it, but I don't think it'll for sure happen. I DO NOT KNOW, haha.

The mass refusal to make 2D animated features in mainstream theatrical feature animation (not streaming, mind you, as we did get KLAUS, WOLFWALKERS, and MY FATHER'S DRAGON from some of the high-end services) was so firm, so absolute, that the idea of traditional animation might as well been tax write-off'ed and Men In Black-erased from our minds. That's how FIRM these companies were in getting rid of it, that's how FIRM they are in NOT wanting to utilize it for a feature film.

So instead, we get stylized CG films like the SPIDER-VERSEs and PUSS IN BOOTS 2 and MITCHELLS VS. THE MACHINES and NIMONA and such. We get maybe a brief 2D scene in a larger CG movie, or some small 2D elements. That mix has got the advantages and the 3D immersiveness of CGI, mixed with that special sauce people love about 2D... And even then, for some people, it just isn't enough. Some will insult the artists and their work, which is not cool. But I'm sorry, either take what you can get or continue to be unsatisfied... Or, seek out 2D stuff that's regularly being made. That's just not by studios as big as Disney and DreamWorks, and not being made in America at that. Broaden your horizons, they're EVERYWHERE.

Anyways, had to vent. Sorry. WISH looks cool, will be seeing.

[v-mum-writes]

First time ive drawn anything this month and i kinda gave up lining and colored it sloppily lmao it but tada.

AU where Sakura was the sensei for three traumatized orphans. Cause who doesnt love a Roleswap.

Anyway. Long list of notes and ideas bellow.

Naruto Uzumaki: -Nine Tailed Jinchurki Genin, Last of the known Uzumaki. -Basically, Sakura-sensei’s adoptive Nephew. -The moody atmosphere oh his teammates is rubbing off on him and making him increasinly pouty. -Possessive of Sakura-chan with Intense youngest-child-syndrome. -Wants desperately to learn Sakura’s super strength, -Thinks Sasuke is a spoiled baby. Thinks Kakashi is a spoiled baby. HE’S the spoiled baby. -Scared he wont be good enough.

Sasuke Uchiha: -Uchiha Genin, Second Heir to the Title of Clan head. -Thinks it’s awkward to have his older brother’s friend and medic teacher as his sensei. -Thinks it’s bellow him to be competitive with either of his teammates, but still is anyway. -Outraged that Sakura wont let him wear gear with the Uchiha Symbol on it if they leave the village. -Gets embaressingly excited when Sakura shows them medical ninjutsu, because Itachi is a medical apprentice, and that makes it cool. -Horrified of ANBU, convinced they will kill him and his family.

Kakashi Hatake: -Last of his clan, Head of the Hatake Clan. -Academy Student, age 4. -Refuses to use or practice Medical Ninjutsu. -Thinks the other two are weak and will never improve, but tries to be a competent teammate anyway. -Extremely casual about it, but touch starved and very touchy. But like, not in an affectionate way. Obviously. He doesnt need that. Obviously. -Terrified someone will die.

Sakura Haruno: -Heir of the Family, Last Family of the Haruno no Uzushio. -Prodigee of the Sanin, Student of the Yondaime, S-Rank Kunoichi, Flee on Sight. -Gave her students red gloves with Punch-Enhancing Seals as a reward for passing her Bell Test that immedeatly solidified her as insane to the other Jonin Teachers. -Gets flack from all three of her students for refusing to let them were their various brightly colored preferences out of the village despite wearing red herself. “When you can punch without wearing your gloves, you can pick your mission clothes.” -Might start another riot in the village if one more thing goes wrong around here that she has to fix herself. -Besties with Might Gai. Her students think she’s insane for it. -Certain she’s going to mess up and ruin them.

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The Haruno: -Survivor and Immigrant from Uzushio, arrived to konoha as a young child; arrived with her parents shortly after Kushina’s family, one of the last-leaving survivors of the destruction. -The Haruno Clan was mostly civilian with an occasional Shinobi in the family. The clan was average sized, with a strong focus Herbology and related merchants: perfumes, flowers, wines, medicines, paper, etc. Sakura and her parents were the only known survivors of the Haruno Clan. -The Haruno Clan did not have frequent shinobi members because, unlike other famous Uzushio Clans, they were not known for large Chakra Reserves; in fact, they were known for smaller-than-average reserves at best. Sakura is no exception. -However, The Haruno Clan was known by other ninja for having unusual Chakra with strange behaviors. They also had a strong elemental nature that preferred Water or Earth, and tended to come with imbalances in Yin or Yang Chakra that could swing wildly with little to no ill effect. -While the Harunos were little-known for their lack of producing powerful or noteworth Shinobi prior to their near-destruction, they had been very well known in Uzushio and among Merchant civilians. They were wealthy, powerful traders, and at the height of their power often married Powerful Shinobi that increased their standing. Some members of the Haruno family carried the hyphenated last name of Senju-Haruno, Uzumaki-Haruno, and even one noteworthy Uchiha-Haruno long before Uzushio formed. -Despite being mostly civilian, and having small reserves, there were almost no Haruno Members that didnt practice or use their chakra.

The Tale: -Sakura is 28 at the point “Naruto” would begin, and is assigned her rambunctious squad, Team Seven. Which would mean she is: One year old when the Second Shinobi War Begins, Two then Jiriaya starts teaching Minato,  Ten when the Third war ends and Tsunade Leaves konoha, Fourteen when all of the original Rookie nine are born, and is Eighteen when Konoha finally puts the age-limitation law for Shinobi. -For some age Comparisons: Sakura is 11 years younger than Minato and Kushina, 25 years younger than the Sanin, and 7 years younger than Sasori or the Amegakure orphans. She’s one year Older than Kakashi would have been; 12 years older than the rookie nine collective. -Sakura grows up in the time period where the Second war raged and never exactly died down, and grew up almost exclusively during a war-time era as a civilian-regarded refugee, like her parents, Neither of which were shinobi although both had practiced and used their Chakra. -Sakura was marshalled into the Shinobi Academy at three and Graduates at five years old. She is believed to have graduated so young as canon-fodder based on her Civilian parantage and early graduation. However, he makes Chunin less than a year after Genin, before she is six. Sakura makes Jonin one year before the Third War breaks at the age of seven. She spends four years in ANBU from the end of the third war, age ten to fourteen. From there she continues her Shinobi work as a Jonin and Medic, after orochimaru goes Rogue and jiriaya leaves the village. -At three years old, shortly after she joined the academy, she meets one Minato Namikaze (then 14), also of Civilian Parentage, and he begins helping her in her training. About a year’s time after, Minato introduces Sakura to Jiriaya along side Kushina. The three form an unoficially-dubbed “Team Jiriaya” for lessons. Upon Sakura’s graduation one more year later, the unofficial team continues meeting, but Sakura is instead assigned a Genin Instructor whom, shortly therafter, died in the field. Sakura is not reassigned a Sensei due to shortages in available ninja. -at six years old, Sakura is assigned to Team Minato alongside Rin and Obito (who are both nine, and Minato is now currently 17). Sakura functions more as a Teaching aid to minato, as the two have been training together for years. In order to make sure her own training does not stagnate, Minato has Jiriaya introduce Sakura to the currently retires Tsunade who does not participate in field work for the war and, thus, has free time. Sakura is additionally introduced to Orochimaru, and all three Sanin teach or train her in pieces and parts over time. This is a student relationship that persists until Tsunade leaves the village, at which point Sakura is 10, and a Jonin. Shortly after, Sakura joins ANBU. -Sakura leaves ANBU at 14 when her last two senseis go rouge, a year after her teammates from “team jiriaya” have died and the Kyuubi disaster. Upon returning to Jonin work and re-submerging herself in life outside of ANBU work, she takes to the decaying state of the Konoha hospital with full viger. -at 15, there is an attempted kidnapping of the Hyuuga Heiress. Sakura, preoccupied, turns her attention from the hospital and rebuilding her ties quietly, to the current affairs of Shinobi. her focus settles onto the piss poor state of youthcare. She becomes involved in disapearing cases of children around the village, as well as mistreatment or poor health of young-aged shinobi. Her investegations lead her to discover an orphan so-named Naruto Uzumaki- completely unaware of his parentage to her old sensei/teammates. -As a refugee of Uzushio, Sakura is resonable startled to find an Uzumaki orphan, as her parents once told and still tell her of the now-extinct clan. investegation of him out of curiosity turn up deplorable conditions. Sakura becomes immersed in fighting the hokage for improved conditions for children, loudly supporting the proposed graduation limit for young shinobi in the academy, and in a move that startled almost everyone involved or knowing her, files for adoption of one Naruto Uzumaki at the age of 16. -Sakura does not aquire custody of Naruto but proceeds to adopt him in every sense she is allowed- providing gifts, harassing mistreaters, and assisting the then-3-year-old with lessons mostly involving reading, young chakra excorcises, and age-appropriate ninja lessons. The atttention rapidly solidifies Naturo’s adoration. Sakura is affectionately refered to as his cousin, his aunt, or his older sister. -the law on graduation limits is passed as sakura is 18 years old. Unrelated to her sudo-adoption of Naruto, Sakura is continuing to investegatate other cases of missing or harmed orphans or children in the village, as well as involving herself in cases of troubled shinobi youths, working closely with the Yamanaka and Uchiha She has also taken on a Misson partner with Might Gai, whom she appreciated for his viger and his undaunted personality, as well as his willingness to help babysit Naruto when she’s busy. She becomes more-involved in the case of Uchiha Itachi, whom she had already previously encountered due to warning flags earlier in his young career, and becomes increasinly invested in when she concludes he has recently joined ANBU at the age of 10, younger than the new academy law. -Sakura’s involvment at age 19 leads to her further involvement in the Uchiha Massacre, which she does not manage to prevent entirely, but many lives end up spared, including one Uchiha Itachi and his younger brother and mother. There is a large number of non-uchiha casualties. The Massacure is still carried out, this time by ROOT, for which Itachi is framed and captured for, but ultimately is relieved as innocent, again by Sakura’s involvement. Itachi later begins medical training under Sakura as a student medic in the hospital. -Sakura encounters Kakashi Hatake, last of the Hatake, at 24 years old. He is a new-born infant to his older and disgraced retired veteran father, who’s wife passes away during the childbirth. Sakura is freshly returned from a mission and has stopped at the hospital, encountering the situation at hand, where Sakumo Hatake has attempted his life but narrowly survived and is brought to the hospital. Sakura joins the effort of healing the ‘head’ of the dying-out clan, with success.  however, these becomes an annual issue where Sakumo attempts his life once a year as he wife’s passing arrives. -Sakura does not actually encounter Kakashi again after seeing him as a newborn until she is 27. She is confronted by a very skilled three year old that is currently in the academy in his first year, and has sought her out as the best medic in the village, notoriously trained by the Sanin, and being in his bingo book with a flee-on-sight order for almost two decades. And for having intrests, rumor has it, in becoming involved in the lives of “young prodigees.” He insists Sakura teach him, as current academy laws and lesson plans are not enough. Sakura, recognizing him by name, and observing he’s already dangerously advanced, agrees to teach him when he is not in the academy- and insists the first thing he learns be medical ninjutsu. Kakashi agrees to this easier than sakura expected. -Sakura has been teaching Kakashi for less than a few months when his father attempts his life once last time. Kakashi, with bare-bones rudimentry medical skills not even nearing medical ninjutsu itself, is sufficiently scarred by his ‘failure’. She is at the hospital when the already-diseased body arrives, Kakashi in tow being aggressively dressed down for his attempt to fix the problem himself rather than get help, which ‘maybe contributed’ to his father not being recusitated or healed in time. -Kakashi refuses to practice medical ninjutsu, or basic first aid, with Sakura again. But they resume training some few weeks later under his insistance, Sakura teaching him non-medical practices as his situation strongle reminds her of Tsunade’s trauma and she chooses not to press him... for now. -At 28, Sakura is chosen for Jonin Teacher line up. And knowing Naruto is about to graduate, she’s both terribly surprised, and already very sure she knows why she’s been chosen despite  the position requiring her take a leave from the hospital despite being it’s head medic. due to an uneven number of appropriate graduates, Sakura is only being assigned two genin, along side one “academy student” to ‘tutor’. This is Sakura’s assignment: Her devoted ‘nephew,’ Naruto Uzumaki, the moody brother of her now-friend, Sasuke Uchiha, and her chaotic four-year-old tag along, Kakashi Hatake.

[surroundedbypearls]

‘CLOSET PUN’ - Excerpt #13

Hazel: The Changeling Draft 1

[Excerpt below the cut!]

Somewhere in the library, there was a thump.

Hazel opened her eyes. For a moment, she wondered why she was staring at the ceiling. And why her neck hurt.

The library lights were dimmer, the ceiling cast in shadow. The overhead lights must have been switched off. How long had she been asleep?

She forced herself up and groaned. She needed her bed. She needed a hot bath more. But it was probably too late. She didn't need to get any flack for prioritising self-care.

She ripped a slip of paper from the corner of her notebook and slipped it into the journal to mark her place. Whatever she had been reading before she fell asleep, she couldn’t remember. She put the book back on the shelf, praying no one else would come and disrupt her bookmark. Though she doubted the other students could care less about the everyday life of Alice Fay.

When she made it out of the maze of old bookshelves, Ms Pelham was hunched over the front desk, her face illuminated by the glass lamp by her side as she ran down through her registry, verifying the returned stacked up on her library cart.

“Nice nap?” she asked, without looking up.

Hazel was too groggy to think of a witty comeback. “I kinda hurt my neck, actually.”

“Well, that’s what happens when you sleep in a reading chair.”

“Why didn’t you wake me?”

“Clearly you were tired, weren’t you?” She waved her away, and for once, she was smiling. “Go on now, Hazel. Off to bed.”

She turned away before Ms Pelham could look up and see her smiling back. “Night, Ms Pelham.”

It was only when she got into the entrance hall that she saw the time on the grandfather clock. It was almost 11:30. No wonder no one else was around. No one else but Ms Pelham would be crazy enough to be in the library this late. She sighed and slumped up the stairs.

A shadow down the hall almost gave her a heart attack. But she caught a glimpse of the hair scarlet like a red velvet cupcake and relaxed, just a little. “Oh. It’s you, Jenny.”

Jenny looked up with a start from where she’d been skulking about the hall, her aura jagged and quivering.

“What are you doing out here?” As Hazel approached, she better saw where she’d been standing. “Were you in my room?”

“No, I was knocking, you weren’t in.”

“I was downstairs. What do you want?”

She hadn’t meant it to come out so rudely, but she wasn’t sorry. She was tired and didn’t have time for Jenny’s jibes, nor her snooping. If prying in her things was her new form of mischief, Hazel wanted no part of it.

But Jenny’s hands came wringing together in a gesture strangely human, her expression coming the closest a changeling ever could to anxious. “I’m sorry, I - I wasn't trying to bother you.”

“Hey, don’t get upset. What’s wrong?”

“Have you seen Glimmer?”

The question was so odd it threw her off for a second. “What?”

“I haven’t seen her since dinner, and she was supposed to come to my room an hour ago and she never did, and she’s not in her room…”

“Hey, whoa.” Hazel reached and touched her hand. It was so unlike Jenny to show any emotion this side of negative, she couldn’t help speaking to her like she might a child. “I’m sure she’s fine. Have you asked the other changelings?”

“Some of them, I haven’t been to all of them yet-”

“Well, why don’t you ask them? And if none of them have seen her, then you should ask Ms Faulkner. The light was still on her in her office when I passed on my way here. She’ll know where she is.”

“You think so?”

“Of course. People don’t just disappear. I’m sure she’s fine. Maybe she had a family emergency, who knows? Just don’t panic.”

“Okay. Okay.” Jenny smiled, and stepped away, her mask back, her face the picture of beauty. “Thanks.”

“No worries. I’m going to go to bed now, so…”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Night.” Jenny wandered up the hall toward the next changeling’s room, leaving Hazel with a hammering heart.

Somewhere above her, or to the side, she wasn’t sure, something creaked. This house was always creaking. There was never a time when it wasn’t. But the noise still had her expecting some dark force to come beating down upon her.

She opened the door and practically fell inside, locking it after her.

She was safe in here. She doubled checked the window was shut tight.

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[crusherthedoctor]

Hi crusher I wanted to ask what are your unpopular opinions on the Mario franchise?

I think some people can be too hard on Mario himself. Yeah, he may be very straightforward as a character when compared to several of his castmates, including Luigi, but the sheer volume of demonization he's received over the years makes me feel sorry for him. I like him just fine no matter how simple he is, and I'll always admire the passion Charles Martinet has for him (as well as Luigi, Wario and Waluigi).

Similarly, I think Peach gets too much flack as well. Yeah, it's a shame that most of her roles involve little more than being kidnapped, but that's not her fault, and I think she's a good character when she's allowed to do things. While I'm alright with how she's been portrayed in the upcoming movie so far (mostly; see further below for more details), I was completely unsurprised when everyone reacted to her role as if she had never done anything in her life beyond getting kidnapped before that point. You can always spot the fakers from a mile away; just ask the so-called fans who reacted to the Sonic 2 trailers with "Knuckles is a bad guy??? Why is he working for Eggman???"

I'm indifferent to the Koopalings. Always have been. Don't hate them, but never cared about them either.

Super Mario Land 2 is well liked by all accounts, but I think it might be an unconventional opinion to say it's up there with Super Mario World as my favourite of the 2D Marios. I just really like how unique it is for 2D Mario standards, especially in light of how bland and unoriginal the New Super Mario Bros. games were. Plus, it introduced Wario, who is always epic.

DKC3 is my second favourite in the trilogy after DKC2. DKC3 has admittedly been getting more love in recent years, which I'm really happy to see, but I liked it even when everyone else considered it the weak link of the trilogy. I get why some elements might put some players off, but I think it's just as fun as the first two, and has its own enticing atmosphere.

I'm not a fan of Super Paper Mario, and that includes the story and villains (aside from Dimentio, he's good). For me, it's to Mario what Twinsanity is to Crash: that one game that's honestly pretty flawed in a lot of areas, yet everyone claims is the best of all time while somehow also claiming it to be underrated at the same time.

Conversely, I do like Origami King. This isn't too unpopular an opinion, since I know it does have a lot more fans than Sticker Star and Colour Splash, but naturally it's still a very divisive game. Make no mistake, I would love to see a return to the 64/TTYD formula, but I really do enjoy Origami King in its own right.

Grodus is one of my favourite villains in the series. He's not hated per say, but he tends to get overshadowed by other Mario baddies, including the Shadow Queen from the same game he comes from. And yeah, I know he doesn't get to do a lot compared to others, doesn't have the most colorful personality, and ends up falling into the SA1/Unleashed Eggman trap. But I do think he's underrated, since I enjoy his no-nonsense approach, and he has a pretty badass design. I guess it just annoys me that a lot of fans don't even bother to acknowledge him because they're too busy wanking over the Shadow Queen. As a side-note: for a long time, I always said he was my all-time favourite Mario villain. But in recent years, I realised that as much as I continue to like him, I can't really justify him as my #1 when comparing him "objectively" to the overall showing of other Mario villains, since as mentioned, he didn't get to do an awful lot. He's still up there for me without question, but if I had to say which Mario villain is my true #1 on account of what they actually get to do, that's tied between Fawful and K. Rool. Those two are thankfully beloved, so no need to consider liking them an unpopular opinion. :P

I love Superstar Saga, and I like Cackletta as a villain, but I'm not so keen on the Bowletta twist, as I feel it traded Cackletta's uniqueness in favor of Bowser With Tits. Not to mention it was a rather humiliating moment for Bowser himself.

I like Super Mario RPG, but I prefer Paper Mario and Mario & Luigi in pretty much every way that matters. And while I don't have a problem with the character, I don't quite understand the immense popularity of Geno compared to other RPG-exclusive characters who achieved similar popularity. Like Fawful... or Vivian. <3

I don't have an issue with Bowser being the villain of an RPG as long as they don't pull a Sticker Star with him. The original Paper Mario and Dream Team were able to keep him in-character and did interesting stuff with him, therefore I have no problem with his status in those games.

I'm not losing sleep over its absence, but I'd like to see the Double Dash two-per-kart gimmick make a return in a later Mario Kart, as I think it was a lot of fun. (Double Dash was also my first MK, so y'know...)

Galaxy is a great game that deserves its praise and legacy, but I wouldn't put it in my personal Mario top ten. Not because I have any real issues with it, I just prefer other Mario games is all. With 3D Mario specifically, I prefer the exploration of 64, Odyssey, and yes, even Sunshine despite its numerous flaws and other... interesting qualities. ("MARIO, HOW DARE YOU DISTURB MY FAMILY VACATION")

I'm currently very mixed on the upcoming movie, and not just because it's-a me, Chris Prattio. On one hand, Illumination are certainly putting more effort into it compared to their other movies although I suspect that's because Nintendo is holding them at gunpoint, the little Easter Eggs are nice and clever, the world as presented looks interesting, and Jack Black as Bowser is gonna steal the show. On the other hand - Jack Bowser aside - it's still not really exciting me all that much, I sense that half of the praise it's received is born purely out of dunking on the Sonic movies for not being animated (or, let's face it, because it's Sonic), and even putting Chris Pratt as Mario aside, I'm not feeling some of the other actors. Seth Rogen as Donkey Kong goes without saying because DK did not deserve that fate, but I'm not vibing with Peach's voice either. I know they probably didn't want to emulate her usual squeaky voice, which is understandable, but why not something akin to her 64 voice?

Not to say there aren't any mainline Mario tracks that I love (Dire, Dire Docks fans rise up), but I've noticed that most of my favourite Mario soundtracks as an overall package tend to come from the spinoffs. Particularly from the DKCs, the RPGs, and the Mario Karts.

The Super Mario Bros. Super Show is about as good of a Mario show as SatAM was a Sonic show (read: not very), but I'm less hostile to the former because the Mario universe's earliest years were much more primitive in setup compared to Sonic's earliest, so the Super Show's creative liberties are slightly easier to forgive by comparison... and it's fun to point and laugh at. (Who the fuck would willingly live in a place called Crime Land?)

Bowser's current voice in the games is fine, but I'll always have a soft spot for his N64-era dinosaur roars. I just like the way they sound. :>

[sardonic-sprite]

Note on negativity

Hey, y'all!

So long-time readers may remember me posting shortly after publishing "Actual Proof that Bruce Wayne is Batman" about negative comments and their harm to writers. Unfortunately after publishing "bane" i feel the need to say it again

Ao3 writers write for FUN and for THEMSELVES. They share from a vulnerable and excited place inside and not because they were obligated.

There are also multiple tagging conventions and different styles of tagging fics. For example, I choose to tag slash relationships only on the fics where they are shown, not every fic in a series that may only occasionally feature the relationship, a decision I've gotten flack for in the past.

This recent fic however (bane) DID follow an established ao3 tagging convention. Folks, please:

"Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings" is a glaring signal that there may be a very harsh story below, and is used by writers to preserve a story's tension.

If you cannot handle the unknown, you don't have to read it! If you start and then get nervous, you don't have to finish! If authors provide an optional spoiler in their notes, that is your ticket to determine if this fic is ok for you.

I do understand, believe me, that there are times when we as readers make a judgement call from the warnings and end up getting triggered. I HAVE BEEN THERE. But please stop and consider before you leave an angry, biting, sarcastic, or hostile comment.

There are a lot of young and insecure writers on that site. A lot who were probably terrified to share that fic with a huge and unknown audience. And all of them wrote for their own enjoyment or exploration. You saying cutting things to their faces is hurtful, and could cause them to stop posting or stop writing altogether. That is NOT fair to them, and its also unfair to the people who genuinely enjoy their work.

So take a minute before you rant at them and slam "send." Take five. Write your rant on a piece of paper if you want. But just click away. Dont leave a comment. Dont leave a kudo. Just click off.

Dont risk destroying a writer's desire to write.

Two years ago, some of the comments I've received could have done this to me. They could have caused me really bad mental health spirals, and if Im completely honest, they affected me a little more than I want to admit, even now. But I'm not speaking because I can't take a few snide remarks. Im speaking because I know others out there CANT, and they shouldn't have to.

There's enough out there to tear people down. Don't join it.

Thank you

- sprite

Please feel encouraged to spread this post, but DO NOT bash the bashers. Most lash out from their own hurt, and snapping back is not the answer.

[pennywaltzy]

Desert Race (1/?)

So this is a WIP I started...oh, fifteen years ago? But I ran across it and I definitely want to finish it (maybe for the 2024 round of WIPBB). It's a CSI/CSI: NY crossover with an eventual Nick/Lindsay ship. Enjoy!

Desert Race - It's on between the Vegas labs and the NYPD teams in the Law Enforcement Desert Relay, but unexpected sparks fly between Nick and Lindsay that puts a kink in both Sara and Danny's plans for winning the event.

READ CHAPTER 1

"Don't look at me." Catherine shook her head. "Last time I tried to do it, Grissom found a dead body. I don't want to risk it."

"Come on, Cath," Warrick said, smirking at her. "I heard that the LAPD team isn't holding grudges." In response, she balled up a piece of paper and threw it at him.

"Seriously, though," Sara said. "Someone from the lab has to do it."

"I would, but running and I just don't get along," Greg said. "Surfing would be one thing, but..."

"I already volunteered to be the driver of the poll vehicle," Nick said. "So I'm out."

Sara turned on Warrick, but he shook his head. "Just out of curiosity, is there any reason you want to win but don't want to have to run?" he asked.

"I just...I want to win."

"Then why don't you run?"

"Because if I do I can guarantee we'll lose."

"I don't know," Nick said. "I've seen you out jogging before. We may not place high, but I can assure you if you run we wouldn't lose."

"Besides, this year the only team we really have to worry about is the NYPD team," Catherine said. Everyone looked at her. "What? Just because I'm not participating doesn't mean I don't keep up with the competition."

"Why would we have to worry about them?" Sara asked.

"They've got some really fit runners. Must be all those chases through Manhattan," Catherine said. She turned to the laptop Greg was using in the break room. "Mind if I borrow that for a minute?"

"You break it, you buy me a new one," he said before moving out of the way.

Catherine sat down, tapped in a few keys and a website came up. She scrolled down a bit and stopped. "Okay, some of the teams who have already registered have a list of their participants and poll drivers. I went up against most of these guys, and they're good."

"Any of them you don't know?" Nick asked.

Catherine read through the list. "Just two, from the NYPD team. One's the poll driver, Detective Lindsay Monroe. The other's one of the runners... Detective Daniel Messer."

Nick's head snapped up. "Danny's running?" Everyone's eyes turned towards him. "What?"

"You know him?" Catherine asked. Then she shook her head. "Course you do. He's listed as Daniel, you called him Danny..."

"Knew him back in the college ball days. Didn't know he was a cop." He got off the table he'd been sitting on and walked over to the laptop, looking at the screen. He saw Danny's picture and grinned. "Yep, same guy."

"How well did you know him?" Greg asked.

"He and I tried out for the same minor league team. He got hurt so he dropped, but we hung out a bit. He wasn't a bad guy. A little cocky, but not bad." He shook his head, grinning. "A cop. Never would have seen that one coming."

Sara thought for a moment. "I think I feel my competitive edge coming on... Nick, if you'd help me train, I think I might just do this."

"You're on."

"Then I guess we have a complete team," Catherine said. "Good. I really didn't want to have to run this year..."

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Danny tossed the baseball up in the air and caught it on the way back down. "Relax, Montana. It's not like we're going to Vegas to get married or something." He heard her choke on her coffee and he turned to look at her. "Okay, that probably wasn't the best time for me to say that..."

"Danny! Don't joke like that."

"What? Flack was ragging on you about it and you just grinned. I do it and I damn near kill you."

Lindsay just looked at him before shaking her head. "Danny, everyone's going to think that we planned this."

"Not my fault you were a last-minute replacement for Stella. We weren't expecting the case to get dragged out so long." He threw the baseball up again. "Got a surprise call from someone I met years ago when I played ball. He's a CSI in Vegas now." He caught it and looked at Lindsay. "Apparently, the Vegas team is making it their personal mission to beat us."

"Why?"

"I don't know, but I get the feeling he wasn't supposed to be calling me." Danny grinned. "Nick's a pretty nice guy, doing that. Gives me more incentive to train."

"His name's Nick?"

"Yeah. Nick Stokes." He looked at her. "You'd probably like him. He's a real easygoing guy."

"It'd be nice to meet someone easygoing in this whole mess." She got up and looked at the screen he was looking at. "So what are you looking at?"

"Info on Vegas. Trying to figure out places to go to eat and stuff."

"Ah," she replied. "That would be a good thing to know."

"See, Montana? I'm good for some things other than running my mouth off."

She grinned at him. "Messer...just shut up and find places to eat."

"Yes ma'am."

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Prompt #12 from the 'nature' section of this (very NSFW) list + Jo/Joe Requested by: @basilone

Of course Bill had ditched him. This had all been the bastard’s idea, and now he was off necking with Fran somewhere. Somewhere that wasn’t a tent that’d been moldering in the basement since someone’s old man had brought it home from the war. Malark had split too, saying there was a test he’d forgotten to study for. “Good thing it’s June,” Joe had said, bewildered, before hanging up the phone.

It had seemed like a good idea at first, but maybe anything seemed like a good idea with enough boredom and enough beer. Backyard camping, to celebrate, Bill said. Joe didn’t know what they were celebrating. The fact that they weren’t going to get drafted? Maybe that was good enough. The steel plant was still there. Joe figured it always would be, somehow.

None of that changed the fact that Bill and Don had set him up, and now on a balmy summer night he’s stuck in a tent with the prettiest girl he’d had the misfortune to develop a crush on. 

Before he’d dropped out, anyway.

They’re both a few beers too far to care about looking stupid by now, or to care about ruining the tent with the smell of the joint she’d rolled and let him light. 

Her eyes glow in the deep blue twilight, and now all they’ve got is the tiny ember of the paper, soon to be extinguished. The light catches on the slickness of her lips, that pale Iron City shit that’s all he can afford. 

On the little transistor radio, Roberta Flack’s voice distorts and goes dead as the batteries run out. 

“Shit,” Jo says. There’s the sound of crickets and other insects chirping around them, the smell of the lawn. Bill had called it backyard camping but none of them actually have a backyard. Technically this is the corner of a park. Technically what they’re doing could get them hauled to a police station.

Jo doesn’t seem to care, though.

Her cheeks are a little pink, he can tell in the dark. She’s got a crochet top on that looks a little like the doilies his mom puts on all the furniture, and cut-off shorts. 

Why’s she here, anyway? 

Wasting a Saturday night making small talk with him and pretending she can’t notice him staring at her chest. 

She takes a last drag before the light goes.

“You can touch them if you want,” she says, and he chokes a little. 

“What?”

“I said-”

“I heard what you said.” He coughs. 

“Don’t you want to?” Yes. Jesus, yes.

“Not…not like this.” Not like he’s fourteen and sneaking girly magazines in the basement.

His eyes are starting to adjust to the dark. He can see her reach for the tie of her halter, and then pull her hand back. “Probably couldn’t get away with a lot in this tent anyway.”

“Probably.”

She leans forward so her chin is resting in her palm. “Whatcha thinkin’ about?”

Shoving my tongue in your mouth. “Nothing.”

“Oh, come on.”

“How ‘m gonna ditch Bill the next time he gets an idea.”

“Probably thought we’d have a nice little time in here.”

His jaw clicks a little as it moves. “Aren’t we?”

“Are we?”

He feels his whole face screw up, and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.  “Jesus, Brandt.”

She makes a very loud scoffing noise. “You know my name.”

He puts his face close to hers, but doesn’t kiss her. “Okay, Josie.” He can sense the tiniest reaction at that, the tiniest flinch. 

“You wanna relax?”

He runs his tongue over his teeth. “Thought that’s what the booze and the grass was for.”

“You know what I mean.” 

He’s sure if the lights were on he still wouldn’t be able to read her face. “Listen, I ain’t got a condom, and you shoulda told me if you wanted to-”

“Where’s your imagination,” she says, and she’s wriggling back onto the floor of the tent.

It’s useless to keep pretending he doesn’t know what she means, like he doesn’t know where this is going. 

Right?

Their elbows bump together, legs tangling for lack of space. She doesn’t touch him. He doesn’t try anything. 

The blue-black outline of her unbuttons her shorts. It takes him a minute or two to yank down the zipper of his jeans, to believe that this is happening. God, are they going to spend the night here then? He has no idea. 

It feels like he can hear everything, in the dark. Her mouth pressing together, the way she rolls her tongue against her lips, pulls her teeth over them. The crickets, something splashing distantly in the pond. Her knuckles rubbing against the inside of her cut-offs. The blood rushing in his ears. Was this what all the girls did, the ones who wore little tops like hers and had protest patches all over their handbags? 

His whole body feels like it’s humming, trying to do this with her here. She pushes her shoulders back a little, her hair brushing his own with the movement. It feels wrong to think of her, feels wrong not to.

Fuck, she sounds wet. 

He grips himself harder. 

The sound of her erases everything in his head. It’s embarrassing, how little time it takes for the mess against his jeans, sticking against his thighs, for the static between his ears. He’s limp, covered in sweat, and he thinks he’s imagining it when he hears her whine his name. It’s enough to send want rolling through him again, to bring a kneading hand to himself again.

Maybe he did or maybe he didn’t, but she stills. He listens to her breathing slow. She rolls over, curls her knees up, her curls brushing under his chin, and her breath. He keeps wondering what she’ll say, but she doesn’t say another word.

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🫐 - Are there ways you wish you could present yourself differently, but can’t?

Not particularly! I’ve been pretty open about being aroace, although to be fair it’s not something I typically have to express. While people who identify as asexual and aromantic definitely struggle both in and out of the community, I know that we usually don’t struggle with people constantly mistaking or challenging our sexuality like other members of the community. I personally have been lucky to live with a family who is very accepting (even if my parents don’t… entirely get it).

So yeah, I wouldn’t change much! Although I would like to go to a pride parade someday ^.^

🦚 - Are there any queer books/shows/etc. that you would suggest?

Oh man I WISH I had more queer literature I could read! Fun fact though: The Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan was my first exposure to the LGBTQ+ community! I definitely wouldn’t be where I am now without this book series. However, while the gay couple in the series is adorable, it isn’t a main focal point of the story, so I wouldn’t really count it.

Steven Universe, She-Ra, and the Owl House are obvious ones, and despite the flack the first has gotten recently, I still love SU to death.

I would also recommend checking out Webtoons if you’re looking for free, fun comics involving queer characters! “Castle Swimmers” is an adorable love story between two mermen with a powerful story about defying fate to save the people you love. “Muted” is a story about witches, demons, and overcoming abuse, with a poly relationship between three girls at its center. “The Prince of Southland” is a futuristic story with advanced technology, androids, and people who work in the shadows, and follows a gay love story between a prince and an escaped convict. “I Want To Be a Cute Anime Girl” is a slice of life story following a young girl who discovers that she’s trans after her sister dresses her up in cosplay, and her journey as she transitions and learns to love and accept herself.

And of course, I can’t recommend Heartstopper enough. The Netflix adaptation is phenomenal, but I would also recommend reading the original comic on webtoons! It includes lots of fun scenes that were left out of the adaptation, and even continues beyond what we’ve seen so far in the show!

🌈 - What's a Queer Identity, Experience or a piece of History you feel deserves more recognition?

Ok maybe this is a bit self-centered, but I genuinely believe that asexuality and aromanticism need more attention! I did a research paper about asexuality about a year ago, and it’s astounding how little research there is on the subject. Of course, all queer identities need more scientific study, but as someone who identifies as aroace, it would be super nice if these identities were more well known. Most people can define the terms gay, lesbian, or trans, but much less people know what it means to be asexual.

Thank you for the ask! This was fun! ^.^

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rockstar!jk mini series: teaser

a/n: hi guys !!!! sorry for being so so IA and never uploading . college is a major bitch but . here is a badly written teaser to a new miniseries hehe. pls lmk ur thoughts

warnings: nth major, mentions of sex and alcohol... also, paris. 

the first time you meet jungkook is in paris.

it happens after the show, one that you’re sure you won’t ever have the capacity to forget, one that affirms every piece of media ever romanticizing this city because fuck, do amazing things happen here.

you don’t get to think about the performance too much, just barely processing the way the lead singer had stared you down during the set, the glide of his fingers over the strings of his guitar, the sweat on his arms and the way the stage lights beat down on the ink covering his skin; just barely processing how stunning he looked, and how you’re barely even drunk but would still do anything to get him to look at you like that again.

when you make your way to the bar, comically slow and still a bit dazed from all the eye-fucking and the performance that was practically sex personified, there’s a security guard right there who almost seems to be judging your every move, eyes flitting down the expanse of your body as though he’s inspecting you for something. there’s a leather jacket draped over his uniform-clad arm, complete with patches similar to something an 80s actor would wear, complete with a cigarette hanging from their lips. it sure as hell doesn’t belong to you, and you open your mouth to tell him that, but he beats you to it.

“ma’am, this is for you.”

you don’t hear him clearly at first, and when you do, it’s hard to make the conclusion that he is indeed speaking to you. you whip your head around to see who else this man could possibly be asking to take this jacket, but he doesn’t let you dwell on it for too long —

“no, ma’am, you.” when you point to yourself, his sigh of agitation makes your eyes narrow at the sheer audacity he has to get irritated with you when he’s the one asking someone random out of the hundreds of people in the room to accept this obscure leather jacket. “yes, you. jeon jungkook would like to give you this. he tells you to check the pocket.”

the slight accent he has makes it hard for you to decipher the name, but when you do, it isn’t as hard for you to connect the dots.

jeon jungkook. the lead singer, who’d introduced himself as JK just a mere five minutes before he’d sluttily bitten his lips and done a once-over of your entire form like he was willing to devour you whole just like that.

jeon jungkook wanted to give you his jacket. there’s something in his pocket for you. this reminds you awfully of a wattpad story you’d written about harry styles back when you were a fledgling, and you figure it’s god’s way of repaying you for all the flack you’ve gotten for it over the years.

“are you sure he said it was for me?”

“yes, ma’am.”

it’s the last thing he says before extending his arm towards you, tilting his head expectantly. your fingers shake, still not fully able to process this when you pluck the jacket out of his hold. the man doesn’t stay for longer, and you think he clearly does not get paid enough for this, but whatever pitiful feelings you have towards this security guard dissipate as you reach into the pocket of the jacket.

it’s a piece of paper, perfectly out of the cliches you’d curate for yourself back in 2010. the dim lights of the bar make it hard for you to decipher the words, having to dart your eyes over the hastily scribbled ink multiple times before the message registers

the peninsula. meet me at 00:30 in the lobby. -JK.

[harrison-abbott]

compliment; criticise

You head into town with a bunch of CVs. Money’s dwindling. Need a job. You’re ‘thoroughly educated’, but, what does that mean when you need a salary? All education seems to do is leave you in thirty grand of debt. And it doesn’t help when you tell folks that you have two degrees and then they say to you “Why don’t you have a proper job?” Acht.

Splotchy clouds in the January sky. Grim water colour paintings with the sooty buildings roving by as the bus rolls into town. Been here far too long.

The CVs looked swell when you printed them off with the warm paper in a neat pile and fresh ink. You’ve worked for magazines and organised charity gigs and academic bodies and you’re a published creative writer and all of those things seem to point to intelligence, that employers would want you.

Then you get off the bus in town and there is the city of half a million people; with the steam and the cafes and blunt concrete and the tourist shops and the milling strangers; the folks working through the windows; working in their taxi cabs, their mini supermarkets, their delivery motorbikes; they all have jobs, and you don’t. And suddenly your CV seems like it’s shrunk when you look at it in the white trembly air.

You head to the plush district.

Going into the gaudy buildings you feel underdressed or not correctly presentable. You make enquiries to girls at desks far younger than yourself; they look at you with a half type of disinterest masked under the sheen of etiquette; smiles and lipstick; that kind of hey-how-are-you diadem that is about as false as peace treaties, as fake as plagiarism, phony as plastic.

You quit the rich district after not too long, and in not too short a time you’re back on the famous street; which seemed a lot wider when you were a kid. With the castle on the horizon. Tourists snapping on their phones. The castle has a perfect silhouette every time you see it and it’s about as bland a tourist joint in the 21st century as you’re likely to meet; and it’s never going to give you a job.

Ducking out of the main street you hitch a bus ride back homeward. With seven CVs still in your bag. Along the bus ride you peddle the music that has been there since adolescence. You think of your old mates from high school and how they seem to be doing better than you. And there was a quote you read from Ralph Waldo Emerson earlier today that to succeed is to “endure the betrayal of false friends”. And whilst this was a nice quotation, you don’t seem to be succeeding. … Life’s hard. You’re not going to get a job offer today.

South side of the city. Onto the streets filled with puddles. It’s often for people to reject your offer rather than accept it. The way that people often choose not to read books rather than read them; when they choose to insult rather than compliment; criticise the athlete or the musician or the actor, rather than think for a moment whether they would have the ability to do any better; whether they could have pulled out that shot on goal, have plucked out a finer melody, roared a fuller performance on stage.

People are often abusive critics and their criticism often plunges you into self doubt. You have to cling on to an inner abandoned island of motivation. Despite all of their flack. You don’t have to ‘be a somebody’ – you only need to keep being creative. The opposite of critique. Try and be a good man amongst a hostile world, no matter how tough that can be.

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Top Songs of 1973 - Hits of 1973

Top Songs of 1973 - Hits of 1973 Top Songs of 1973 including: 10cc - Rubber Bullets, Aerosmith - Dream On, Albert Hammond - The Free Electric Band, Alice Cooper - Hello Hooray, Alvin Stardust - My Coo Ca Choo, Anne-Marie David - Tu Te Reconnaîtras, Barrabás - Mr Money, Barry Blue - Dancing On A Saturday Night and many more! Subscribe to our channel to see more of our content! 1. 10cc - Rubber Bullets 2. Aerosmith - Dream On 3. Albert Hammond - The Free Electric Band 4. Alice Cooper - Hello Hooray 5. Alvin Stardust - My Coo Ca Choo 6. Anne-Marie David - Tu Te Reconnaîtras 7. Barrabás - Mr Money 8. Barry Blue - Dancing On A Saturday Night 9. Bernd Clüver - Der Junge mit der Mundharmonika 10. Bernd Clüver - Der Kleine Prinz 11. Billy Joel - Piano Man 12. Billy Paul - Me And Mrs. Jones 13. Camilo Sesto - Algo Más 14. Cindy & Bert - Immer wieder Sonntags 15. Cliff Richard - Power To All Our Friends 16. David Cassidy - Daydreamer 17. Demis Roussos - Forever and Ever 18. Demis Roussos - Goodbye My Love Goodbye 19. Demis Roussos - My Friend The Wind 20. Demis Roussos - Velvet Mornings 21. Elton John - Daniel 22. Fórmula V - Eva María 23. Freddy Breck - Bianca 24. George Harrison - Give Me Love (Give Me Peace On Earth) 25. Gilbert O'Sullivan - Get Down 26. Golden Earring - Radar Love 27. Grand Funk Railroad - We're An American Band 28. I Camaleonti - Perchè Ti Amo 29. Ireen Sheer - Goodbye Mama 30. Jim Croce - I Got A Name 31. Johnny Hallyday & Sylvie Vartan - J'ai Un Problème 32. Les Humphries Singers - Mama Loo 33. Lou Reed - Walk On The Wild Side 34. Lucio Battisti - Il Mio Canto Libero 35. Lynyrd Skynyrd - Free Bird 36. Marie Osmond - Paper Roses 37. Michael Jackson - Music & Me 38. Michel Sardou - La Maladie D'amour 39. Mike Brant - Tout Donné Tout Repris 40. Mocedades - Eres Tú 41. Mud - Dynamite 42. Mungo Jerry - Alright, Alright, Alright 43. Nino Bravo - América, América 44. Paul McCartney & Wings - Hi Hi Hi 45. Paul McCartney & Wings - Live And Let Die 46. Paul McCartney & Wings - My Love 47. Perry Como - And I Love You So 48. Pink Floyd - Money 49. Pooh - Io E Te Per Altri Giorni 50. Redbone - We Were All Wounded At Wounded Knee 51. Ringo Starr - Photograph 52. Roberta Flack - Killing Me Softly With His Song 53. Santabárbara - Charly 54. Secos & Molhados - O Vira 55. Simon Butterfly - Rain, Rain, Rain 56. Slade - Cum On Feel The Noize 57. Status Quo - Caroline 58. Stories - Brother Louie 59. Suzi Quatro - 48 Crash 60. Suzi Quatro - Can The Can 61. Sweet - Blockbuster 62. Sweet - Hell Raiser 63. Sweet - The Ballroom Blitz 64. T. Rex - 20th Century Boy 65. The Carpenters - Yesterday Once More 66. The Doobie Brothers - Long Train Running 67. The New Seekers - You Wouldn't Find Another Fool Like Me 68. The Rolling Stones - Angie 69. Tony Orlando & Dawn - Tie A Yellow Ribbon Round The Old Oak Tree 70. Wizzard - See My Baby Jive Related Searches: Greatest Hits of 1973, Best Jukebox 1973 Playlist, Late 1973 Non Stop , Top 1973 Non Stop, Mix 1973 Compilation, Best 1973 List, Late 1973 UK, Best 1973 Playlist, Best 1973 Non Stop, Best 1973 Video, Greatest 1973 Non Stop, Mix 1973 Playlist, Best Jukebox 1973 List, List of 1973 Mix, Top 1973 USA, Best Songs of 1973, Top Music 1973, Hits of 1973 Relate Hashtags: #songsof1973 #hits1973 #songs1973 #listof1973mix #hits1973 #bestsongs1973 #classic1973playlist #greatest1973nonstop #best1973list #best1973video #top1973mix #greatest1973video #mix1973playlist #top1973nonstop #mix1973compilation This Youtube channel does not receive any advertising income, we are very grateful for any Paypal donation, no matter how small, to continue making videos about the history of music. Link: https://www.paypal.com/donate/?hosted_button_id=HEHMNQ4E3T3ML https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iU98WdZCaUY

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Wed October 5th 2022

We were in this house my family and I we were not in Dallas but the house was maybe an hours drive from Dallas there were trees all around i had just started college and I was worried about not being able to get there wdy told me it was to long of a drive everyday for them and I held a stack of papers that was worked piled up from days I missed, I looked down at them disappointed I was awarded scholarships to go to this school and now I wouldn't be able to attend and started thinking of ways to get there using my bike and catching the bus, I even wondered if I'd be able to stay with tri to be able to finish, then something strange happened the guys started acting like lycans they blackout and one of them made a hole in the front door, I secured the door they didn't seem to remember sra came out and I pulled them to the side and began to tell them what happened we formed a plan to move the car to the back and use to back door to escape if something tried to get in the front, we had to drug the guys to make them sleep because something was affecting them something was going on outside, it was night outside and at that moment sra and I were looking at the spectrum of the sky sra kinda got scared for a moment as soon as we saw shooting stars then a showers began in front of us I told sra it was supposed to happen ,we looked up and all around it was like the sky was magnified around us we could see details like flipping through a book filed with hubble images, and suddenly we saw a close up of the asteroid belt the chunks of rocks moving slowly around we saw a planet like earth but it wasn't then we seem to appear to be inside a planetarium, there were many people around and our family was sitting around us sra looked at me and couldn't believe what was happening i told sra I think we are dreaming this is the second dream of sra in a row and strangely they seem to be awake with me in my dream it felt like we were dreamwalking together, a lady began passing a potato around anyone who could make a sculpture within a time frame won a prize there was also runic symbols she gave a question and we had to choose the right rune I turned to wdy and told them its been a long time since I used runic symbols but I might be able to interpret the question, I tried began to make a hole with my thumbs in the center of the potato but a small girl interrupted and wanted to try i just handed her the potato kinda irritated, by doing so I gave up a chance to win the prize, there was a move now showing on the screen of the empress and princess , the princess was betrayed by the empress for some I feel empathy for the princess and I worried she would be killed, then a preview showed and it was something about the highlander but I turned to sra and wdy and noticed some guys who were vampires, as soon as everyone realized men in fireproof suits came in and place a flack jail like gate around them the began to set them on fire with a blowtorch I watched as the skin melted from there bones then their skeleton and skull turned black and began to melt also disintegrating into the ground. I turned and went to my family and then woke up.