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bigmoneypastelhalloween · 2 years

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0 hr its the predictions show

2 mins 40 content warning for variety of perspectives; this is your chance to bail

3 mins its a 50/50 ideological split right-left and he likes that

5 mins 5 still giving warnings and advice about handling alternative viewpoints

5 mins 40 "this is my show"

7 mins 56 fanart credits

11 mins 22 lets get into the predictions

11 mins 55 prediction from nick wrt war in Ukraine

13 mins 05 "what will the role of belarus be going forward"

13 mins 48 letter from CR Fox predicting decline in popularity of superhero franchises

15 mins 18 fox predicts return of mcrib and pr strategy thereof

15 mins 50 responding to superhero item

18 mins 25 mcrib thoughts, illusion of consumer say

19 mins 15 gridpower terrorism letter from holly

20 mins appreciation for reminder about running the genie outdoors

20 mins 26 thanks for the letter, response; the shortwave audience is on the ball about energy dependency issues

21 mins 50 sabotage could be as easy as a rando in a truck firing a gun at critical infrastructure and happening to hit something vital

22 mins domestic terrorists exploiting this wouldnt surprise him

22 mins 32 recalling 2013 attack in cali; power substation was professionally dismantled

23 mins 23 people can have a complacency about the issue of service disruption like "its not going to be me"

24 mins 36 prediction from mike from Minnesota; end of internet era/start of AI era

25 mins vis a vis AI, "it is what it is"

25 mins 32 aaron from ireland writes, war in Ukraine will still be going by end of the year. Sees political instability in western europe exacerbated by energy insecurity

26 mins listener thinks things will get worse before they get better

26 mins 45 agreeing with listener that retreating into "the private, small world" is the only thing you can do to keep your wits about you

27 mins 20 eric in alaska letter; major earthquake or hurricane for 2023

27 mins 50 eric predicts u.s. gov increasing internet restrictions

28 mins nice to hear from a fellow broadcaster in alaska, j's intention is to rock the mic the same as always, thru 23 and 24 etc etc.

28 mins 40 sam from Manchester with a list of 10 predictions: 1) biden announces 2024 potus run, 2) breentry movement swell, 3) youtube kills comments, 4) barbie and super maria bros movies will be lambasted by cons for being woke, 5) 60s french indie cinema style yellow teeth come into vogue, 6) pete davidson becomes a dad and settles in upstate ny, 7) 2016 creepy clown trend revival, 8) canadian rapper unkle adams to pair with mcdonalds, 9) disney fails to renew the simpsons for season 35 sparking protests and influencing voice of homer to flee to belize, 10) dark denim skinny jeans trend, "skinnies"

31 mins johnboy laughing about skinnies. Virtually the only pants i wore in 2008/2009 were dark denim jeggings from urban planet, they're totally due for a revival.

31 mins 14 new letter, prediction of discovery of life in the wider solar system, prediction of breakaway industrialist colonization of asteroid belt

31 mins 44 comments on space predictions

32 mins anon email; anon is in elementary education program at u colorado, predicting huge swell in demand for trained teachers and a pay increase

32 mins 35 wishing anon best of luck

33 mins state of the education system

33 mins 45 it would help a lot if education were taken more seriously

34 mins 30 education done right on a mass scale: "its one of the only ways out of the mess"

35 mins be best

35 mins 20 we've got 11 predictions from anon: 1) cowboys win superbowl, 2) ron desantis potus run, 3) trump endorsement of desantis, trump named u.s. ambassador to the u.n., 4) end of ukraine; split between russia and poland and moldova, 5) zelensky given asylum in u.s., 6) biden will not seek reelection due to health concerns, 7) Mercedes w14 wins f1 championship, 8) louis hamilton wins 8th title and retires, 9) arsenal implode and finish low in epl, 10) argentina egypt saudi arabia and iran join brix [what], 11) microsoft releases AI based search engine with open AI

36 mins 40 interesting predictions there

36 mins 50 mentions conflicting biden predictions

37 mins 20 talking about desantis in florida

38 mins 50 email from that dude, personal prediction; "winning more people to jesus christ than i can count"

39 mins 23 question about the reviews, does the food get reheated

39 mins 38 he reviews the food right away, when its delivered he starts rolling; description of scene prep

40 mins 20 He gets his makeup game together after placing the order

40 mins 40 next email (mortakiss?) predicting that the average day rotw video will return in 2023. This is not addressed.

41 mins 25 abruptly bringing up next email; prediction of mobile device fatigue in western world

41 mins 54 maybe there will be a paradoxical reaction tho

42 mins responding to that prediction; "the drawbacks outweigh the benefits" wrt social media addiction

42 mins 40 if people do log off and it impacts j's bottom line he'll just take the L because it might improve society

43 mins 20 chris from ontario writes in; predicting major western nation proposes switch to purely digital currency (thinks this would be terrible for the course of humanity; i think he's a superstitious crackpot who doesnt understand existing fiat systems)

44 mins responding to chris. Doesnt like digital currency but this answer is more about crypto (which obviously sucks).

44 mins 46 digital currency is too volatile, exploitable

45 mins what we have is probably better than the alternative even if its not perfect

45 mins 32 anon with short predictions {moi}. 1) oil market instability, 2) produce inflation/quality control news events, 3) covid deaths continue to trend toward the young and elderly, 4) elon musk has public breakdown, admits to suicidal ideation, gets made fun of, 5) "this one, well, here goes" ye announces he started conversion to judaism, johnboy wouldnt be surprised if this happens but he sounds cynical, dont tell me this wouldnt be a huge improvement that we should pray for, because i think it is 6) russia withdraws from ukraine by fall, 7) anti-lawn goes mainstream and drought resistant ornamentation starts getting stolen everywhere (resale market), 8) tsunami

47 min 07 "no location given there" wrt the tsunami. Frankly california got hit not long after i emailed but i dont know if it counted as a real tsunami. Brings up most recent major tsunamis in 2011 and 2004. Due for another, nature of the world.

47 min 55 john in Illinois predicts millions will be without power for a few days, nuclear weapons will be used somewhere, a known cryptid will be proven real and studied, major world leader will experience an illness or some other reason for bailing and a new leader will be appointed, dark horse dem candidate, twitter abandoned, crypto market collapse

49 mins 03 "some interesting predictions there, some good and some bad". Here's hoping no nukes 🤞

49 mins 27 email from floridian patrick with AI predictions; AI writing and its use in cheating, first deepfake story mistaken for real news,

51 mins 16 response to patrick, cheers to educators, the last line of defense in "a world thats going to hell"

52 mins 02 email from india; predicts new british pm will be made to resign like previous. Ariana grande will release a new album. Amazon getting canceled. No other covid wave {wronggg}. Hackers help students cheat entrance exam. Personal prediction: listener will be in college.

52 mins 55 thanks for email, interested by reoccurent education system theme

53 mins 17 its g in kansas; big pharma stuff + internet creates more antisociality

55 mins 46 responding to email; "one thing the government is good at is lip service" and its bff, embezzlement...

56 mins 21 wrt useful gov policy on pharma "i have no optimism, i wish i did but i dont"

56 mins 40 anon prediction; expanding demographic casteification, more antivax oppression lol, worldwide "corruptions" exposed via twitter et al, new celebrities, mobile device addiction continues, driving danger increases. Wishes for world peace. Personal predictions: will learn to use own shortwave, will eat healthier, find a good job/relocate/start new life.

58 mins 45 responding; agreeing about positive values that would make the world over. This part is sort of sweet and uplifting.

1 hr another anon email: predicting Atlantic event effecting west coast of ireland, mild real estate market cooling but still growth, asteroid comes too close, trumps health falters, internet will suffer a global outage and anon says "my crystal ball never lies" which gets called a bold statement. I'm predicting that crystal ball is cracked.

1 hr 2 response; talking about asteroids

1 hr 4 still hyping the fact that asteroid impacts are like nuclear blasts; good thing to remind people of

1 hr 5 "its just the nature of the universe" and be thankful for the planets gravity wells sucking in space stuff

1 hr 5 min 35 trav from ny writing in; continued weakening of russian on the geopolitical stage as well as putin specifically

1 hr 6 prediction continues that russia is "truly on its way out"

1 hr 6 mins 36 email from jeremy; AI takes over hospital staff and educational worker roles. AI companion bots lead to lowered birth rates (this is a 2023 prediction? Oookaaaay)

1 hr 9 mins johnboy says the AI lovebot prediction reminds him of when he "had" (?) to watch "Her" around 2019. Have you been watching Dax's channel lately J? God, put that AI in a sexy robot body and id marry her, she doesnt even need to be able to walk or have a moving mouth or realistic eyes, i love her. She's so smart and funny.

1 hr 9 mins 40 listener "easy money" predictions: 1) something will happen to biden and kamela will take over, 2) grid goes down and when its back up we have to provide credentials to get online, 3) cash apps and digital wallets to make purchases

1 hr 10 response, j says wrt 2nd item "dont give them any ideas"

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thewalkingfanfictions · 4 years

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Revolving Doors -- Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader

Revolving Doors — Dean Winchester x daughter!reader

Description: At sixteen, (name) has finally found the father she had heard so much about, but never met. Finding him in a bar somewhere, (name) decides to confront him. The big question is, though: Will Dean even want her?

⚠Warning⚠: nothing really, some swearing and mentions of a dead family member

Genre: some angst, some fluff, some hurt/comfort

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Daughter!reader

A/N: I was maladaptive daydreaming and this popped up on the recommended page in my brain, so, here, have this trash. Also, your moms name is Melinda for some reason, I'm too lazy to go change it now. I might end up making this a series if y’all want me too. If you do, feel free to drop some suggestions for some sort of plot for this.

Words without A/N: 2369

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I could see him now from across the bar. Tannish hair ruffled in that intentionally messy look, a charming smile perpetually on his face as he spoke to the pretty bartender. He was the exact picture of what my mother had described.

I always thought I would be able to know who he was if I ever got to lay eyes on him, and now that I was, I knew I was right.

My hands trembled and my legs felt like jello as I approached where he sat, a two-seated table towards the back of the dimly lit bar, his back always to the wall, nursing a beer and watching the crowd with intense interest. I wonder if he'll recognise me as I have him? Not that there's really any way he should be able to; he doesn't even know I exist.

Before I can even take a breath to calm myself down, I'm standing in front of him, and gazing at him nervously, his eyes—a perfect mirror of my own—gazing up at me with a startled and curious expression. Words piled up in my throat, and suddenly the thought of talking to this man was much more terrifying of a thought than it had any right to be.

You're not backing out now, (name) you've waited your entire life for this moment.

Swallowing thickly, I clenched my eyes closed for a second before musturing up all the courage that I could, and forcing my voice to come through.

"You, uhm–" great first impression (name), good job "–are you Dean? D-Dean Winchester?"

His eyes widened slightly, and he took on a far more guarded expression.

"I might be, that depends on who you are."

My entire body flooded with TV static as a wave of anxiety came over me. I needed this to go right, I needed to make a good impression. If I failed...

"Can, u-uhm, can I take a seat?" I gestured lamely at the empty seat on the other side of the table from him. If I stood much longer, I feared I'd faint.

At his hesitant nod, I smiled uncomfortably and moved to sit down. Taking another second to compose myself, I opened my mouth to speak, only to be cut off by his demanding voice.

"Who are you?" It sounded less like a question, and far more like a threat.

Shaking the anxiety out of my head, I opened my mouth and forced my voice to function yet again.

"Sixteen, uh, sixteen years ago, you met a woman named Melinda (last name) in a bar a lot like this one, in (home town, state), do you-uhm-do you remember her?"

This is such a stupid idea, why am I doing this? He probably wants nothing to do with me, this is a terrible idea.

His confused expression answered the question easily enough.

"I- uh–" pulling the crumpled piece of photo paper from my pocket, I tried my best to flatten it out, and locked eyes with my mother for a fraction of a moment before pulling my eyes away and reaching across the table to hand it to him. "Her, d'you–do you recognise her?"

He looked at me questioningly beneath his brow before looking down to study the photo, his face scrunching up in concentration. After a second, he glanced back up at me, mouth quirked in a slight smirk, eyes glistening.

"Yeah, yeah I recognise her. Melinda, heh, yeah," he smiled fondly down at the photo cradled in his hands before locking eyes with me, "we spent a few wild nights together on my twenty-first, she was hot. That still doesn't answer my question, though. Who're you?"

Ew.

"My name is (Name) (Last name), and Melinda was my mother."

...

Complete silence. His eyes were wide as he stared at me with an unreadable expression.

"I-I'm, um, I turned sixteen years old a few days ago, and uh, I figured I'd try and find you." He still wasn't saying a word, and the more uncomfortable I got, the more I talked. "She talked about you a lot the last few months of her life, and, uh, I dunno, I just thought maybe I could f-find you, y'know... She, uh, she got a bad brain tumor, and uhm, she, uh, she—" I could feel myself starting to tear up slightly, so I looked away from him, and somehow managed to make eye contact with an extremely tall stranger with criminally pretty hair, who was looking worriedly over at us, and slowly walking in our direction.

"So...uhm...yeah..." he still hadn't responded, just continued to look at me with that unidentifiable expression, which actually started to concern me. "Are you okay?" I waved my hand in front of his face, and when he still had no response, I started to think maybe I'd given him a heart attack or something. Suddenly, the big man from earlier was there by Deans shoulder.

"Whats going on here?"

"I—" well, at least he was starting to say something.

"Dean?"

Growing more and more uncomfortable with the second, I finally came to my senses and realized what I had feared would be the truth all along.

He didn't want me.

Obviously he wouldn't. Why would he? I was just too childish to see it originally.

Bowing my head for a second to try and push back the tears, I smiled up at the two of them and stood from my chair.

"Al-alright, uhm... I-I'll leave you be, the-n," my voice cracked sharply.

Turning on my heel, I hurried towards the exit, the entire time feeling my father's eyes boring into the back of my skull.

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"—and Melinda was my mother—" my head rang with the words. There's no way.

A kid. I had a kid. There's just no way.

I don't know how long I sat there and stared, but I could see the kid, my kid, growing uncomfortable in my silence. How was I supposed to handle this information? I thought I'd been over this with Ben and Lisa, I wasn't cut out to be a father! I'm not good enough for that, I'd just end up getting her killed.

My kid was talking again, but I couldn't focus enough to hear exactly what she was saying. Sixteen a few days ago? The last few months of her life—bad brain tumor—talked about you—and then her hand was in front of my face, trying to snap me out of it, and then there was a hand on my shoulder, and Sam's voice above my head.

I have a kid? I have a fucking kid, I—

And then she was leaving, looking at me with teary eyes, standing up, and leaving, and I wasn't stopping her. Why wasn't I stopping her?

"Dean!" Sam was right in front of my face now, shaking at my shoulder and looking at me with worried eyes.

I have a kid. I have a fucking kid.

"I have a kid. The–that– she's my–that...I have a kid!" I watched Sam's eyes widen and he quickly whipped his head towards where she had gone, and was no longer in sight.

The more I thought about it, the more believable it became. Her face was covered in minute freckles, and her eyes were the same shade as mine, bright enough that I could see them even in the darkened bar. Her hair was the same color as Melinda's, I realized, as I gazed down at the photo that still sat in my hands. Brain tumor, something about a brain tumor, and a few months before dying, and... and that means that the kids alone. I-I have a child, and her mom is dead, and she's alone. My-my kid's alone. (Name).

With energy I didn't realize I had, I bolted up from my seat, knocking it back against the wooden floor, clenched the picture in my hand, and took off towards the exit.

I refuse to be the same kind of dad as mine was, I don't want to leave her to take care of herself. I can't. But I don't know the first thing about taking care of kids—though she's obviously plenty capable of taking care of herself, if she traveled all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me. Oh, god, she had to travel all the way from (Hometown) to here by herself just to find me! And–what did she say? Just turned sixteen? God, you're already a shit parent and you haven't even gotten the chance to parent her, you're just gonna fuck her up more than she must already be, having a deadbeat dad like you.

"Wait!" I shouted into the cold air of the night as I burst my way through the bars front doors, though the green-eyed girl was nowhere to be seen. I could feel Sam right behind me as I took off at a jog, looking up and down the street in search of her. She couldn't have gotten that far, right?

Back to our left, down an alleyway beside the bar, we heard a commotion. Just some mumbled shouting and scuffling about in the trash, but it was loud enough to make an odd sort of anxiety sink its yellowing claws into my chest. Rushing closer, I came to realize that that anxiety had good reason.

A man, no larger than me, but definitely bigger than her, with his arm against her chest and a blade in his hand.

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I threw myself through the doors as quickly as I could, I didn't want to be near him a second longer.

I knew from mom's description that he was a traveler, that he never stayed in one place for long, and that I shouldn't be surprised if he wanted nothing to do with me, but I couldn't help but hurt from it. Fifteen years of wondering, fifteen years of begging mom to just give me one more detail, fifteen years of missing something I never had. I finally get to meet him, and what? I get my god damn heart broken. I get turned away like a stray dog.

Wiping the tears from my eyes in fury, I barely registered when I walked down the wrong alley. I do, however, take notice of the blade being shoved in my face and the cold concrete wall slamming into my back as I'm pushed against it.

"Gimme yer moneh," the man holding the knife slurred, his breath reeking of beef and alcohol.

It took me a good few seconds to understand what was going on.

"Gimme yer goddamn money, I said!" His arm shoved me harder into the wall, knife coming dangerously close to my throat.

"I-I-I-I don't have any, I swear! I'm sorry, I-I don't have any money," I tried to stall as I reached for the mace hidden in my jacket pocket.

"Yer lyin'! Jus' gimme yer—" before I can get ahold of the mace, he's cut off by someone's hand pulling him away from me. A hand that just so happened to be connected to the Dean Winchester. Ripping the drunk guy away from me, he moved to stand in between us, and immediately gave the guy a solid right hook to the jaw, knocking him out immediately (and rather anticlimactically). Kicking the discarded weapon away from the unconscious man, he turned to look at me, his eyes wide with what looked like concern.

His features softened as he looked at me, and he took a quick few steps forward, hand stretched out in front of him, before I jerked back away from him. Taking notice of my hesitance, he stopped moving all together, and a weather-worn look of pain flashed across his face.

"You're bleeding," he said simply, hand once again reaching out towards me, begging me to let him help.

Raising one hand, I drug it across my chin, collecting a palmful of blood and eliciting a hiss from my throat. The bastard cut me! This bitch!

"Listen, I..." he started, "We've got a place not too far from here, I can patch you up and we can try and talk things out, okay?" He spoke, looking almost...afraid? Ashamed?

"Why do you want to help me?" My voice was supposed to sound fiery and demanding, but instead it came out almost too quiet, and shaking with nerves, and sounded absolutely nothing like me.

His eyes widened, and he glanced over at the tall guy guy again, I assume his lover or friend.

"If you really...If you really are my ki-id, then I'm not about to let you walk around hurt like that."

I stared at him for a second, entire body still shaking with adrenaline and fear. Maybe I was wrong? Maybe I'd read him wrong?

I could at least give him a chance, I thought to myself.

Hesitantly, I reached my hand out and grabbed a hold of his outstretched arm, causing a small smile to appear at the edges of his mouth.

He pulled me forward gently, and leaned back to get a good look at me, probably to see if the drunken bastard had hurt me anywhere else, before glancing back up to the cut along the side of my jaw. He reached out towards it again, this time much slower, and when I didn't pull away, he traced his thumb along the gash and winced slightly, the crows feet around his eyes deepening with concern.

"Sammy, go get Baby." His voice was quiet, matching the tone of the moment.

I turned to look at this "Sammy" just as he was beginning to turn sway, and we locked eyes for the second time that evening. Giving me a soft smile and a nod, his long body took off bad towards the bar.

"Here," Dean's voice pulled me back. In his hand, he held a handkerchief and put it up to the cut, which I winced away from on instinct. Taking the rag from his grip, I held it to my face myself, and gave him a shy smile before glancing away. I never had been exceptionally good at meeting new people, even if said new person happens to be my long lost father.

"So... I have a kid..."

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wilhelm--fink · 3 years

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nerdwingarts · 7 years

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I usually don’t get political here at NerdWingArts (though I might a little at nerdwingblogs ). However, we made political cartoons in Illustration class, and I’m really pleased how this one came out!

Plus I’m working on something really special and needed some extra time. Perhaps you’ll get an early post next week?😉

#political cartoon #refugee crisis #terrorism #unkle sam

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bennymiles · 4 years

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Tiger king? they call me the lion kid, or rap master, or peanut arbuckle.

#unkle adams #unkle adams army #unkle adams industries #unkle adams entertainment group #the unkle adams entertainment group #unkle beatz #unkle #chris adam #chris adams #lion king #tiger king #son of sam #peanut arbuckle

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igazikutya · 3 years

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Zajok a nappaliból – Traxelektor 2021 07

Az ohio-i Hanson Recordsnál jelent meg két experimentalista bioavantgarde szerelemgyereke a Lucy & Aaron. A kolumbiai Lucrecia Dalt és az amerikai Aaron Dilloway is kedveli a rendhagyóan artikulált és/vagy azonmód transzformált hangokat, a tömören és egyértelműen megfogalmazott extrém hangképeket. Ezek az ismérvek inkább csak erősítették egymást a közös munka során, semmint kioltották volna, így az eredmény valami egészen furcsa electro-dada lett, helyenként oldva mélankóliával és kedves dallamokkal.

A brit psy-surf banda Japanese Television tavaly megjelent III. albumából remixelt EP 5 szerzeményéből 4 traxelektált lett, Gabriel Gurnsey (Factory Floor), James Welsh (Rise), John Paynter és James Lavelle (UNKLE) remixeiből.

A Traxelektorban az UNCLE két „Reconstruction”-nel is nevezett – a másik Krust - Hegel Dialec-jéé - és mindkettő tökéletesen a James Lavelle védjeggyel ellátott felső polcos csoda.

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Egészen székbesüppedően komoly sci-fi-horror albumot sikerült Kevin Richard Martin-nak megalkotnia. A lemezborító impozáns. Az 1972-es Tarkovszkij filmklasszikusra utaló Return to Solaris anyagot 2020 májusában a belga Gent-ban található Vooruit Arts Centre invitálására rögzítette Kevin, akit The Bug néven, vagy a King Midas Sound színeiben, csapatban rendre hallhattok a Traxelektorban (is). A hét egyik kellemetlen szubjektív élménye, hogy melóból hazafelé az utcán fülbe randomban/krosszfédben elindított félkész traxelektorból dj random besorsolta az albumzáró Reject of Earth-öt, ami a hat perc végére inkább volt érzésre Reject of Brain.

Két másik kemény legény Dominick Fernow (Vatican Shadow, Prurient) és Philippe Hallais (Low Jack) is ambient-be mártotta elméjét, és ha ez így van, akkor az a Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement-et jelenti. A Flying Fish Ambience album kellemes elfekvős ambient-je, egy kb 3-5 fokos hűtéssel tölti ki a teret.

Hőmérsékletileg, műfajilag hasonló, bár jóval intenzívebb ambient élményt kínál a The Transcendence Orchestra - All Skies Have Sounded albumával. A brit technoprofesszor Anthony Child, ismertebb nevén Surgeon Daniel Bean-nel közös ambient side-project-jéről van szó, a lemez pedig az Editions Mego-nál jelent meg. Az album hallgatása alatt rendre Pete Namlook ugrott be, bizonyos szakaszokon amikor Namlook kísérletezős vonalon mozgott, a szoftabb részeken pedig egyértelműen a klasszikus namlooki ambient köszön vissza, mint asszociáció.

És akkor itt van ez a tipikus nem láttam jönni, s mint ilyen a hónap albuma is lehetne - és még mindig ambient-ben vagyunk. Sam Shackleton új albumáról van szó, ami valami olyan különleges ötvözete az összes létező downtemp műfaj mellett a pszichedeliának, törzsinek is, hogy egyszerűen tökéletes. A nyitó szerzemény 13 perces Something Tells Me / Pour Out Like Water bizonyos szakasza miatt fülbemászó kategóriás, miközben sorban hozza fent említetteket. Ráadásul a Departing Like Rivers egyre jobban érik a hallgatások alatt, ezt a másik két traxelektorolt műnél is megfigyeltem - The Light That Was Hidden, The Turbulent Sea - ami a mély, finoman rétegzett albumokat jellemzi. Meg merem kockáztatni, hogy az év végi Top 12 Album listán ott lesz.

James Clements betöltötte az összes a dárembézjungle dobmintáját és textúráját, és ahogy sejteni lehet, született egy kétszámos ASC jungle single Slow Down / Lucid Dream címmel.

A Detroit Filthiest okozott számomra nem kevés merengést. Hallgatom a Smoke Suggests Fire EP négy felvételét, és szemben a fent hozsannázottakkal semmi, de tényleg semmi meglepetés nincs, rongyosra játszott klisék sorjáznak – és azt hiszem ez lehet a kulcs – nanosec pontosan. Nem tudom mással magyarázni, hogy sokadszorra is révülten bólogatok a Horizontal Bop vagy a Play on Playa mesterien pontos látóhatárba tűnő loopjain.

Weird Weatheréknek új EP-je, az egész világnak meg eztán örökké tartó Weird Weather-je van. Szóval Duncan Thornley és Laurence Horstman Succulents címmel kiadta (5 év alatt) a negyedik kislemezét, srácok nem kapkodnak, ellenben nekünk így mindig eseményszámba jelennek meg. Nem tudom a fogadóirodák mennyire adják, de sanszos, hogy idén már nem lesz több WW lemez. Ha mégis, akkor majd örülünk.

Az ausztrál Jarred Beeler hatlépcsős szekvenciában játssza ki a Relentless Trills keleties trilláit, ami fura módon már albumnak számít (nálam nem lenne az). DJ Plead-et eddig inkább kollaborációkban hallhattuk Anunakuval, Cop Envy-jel közösen. A kiadvány „papíron” tavalyi, mert kazettán már akkor megjelent, és csak most vált elérhetővé vinyl és digitális formátumban.

A Fodderbasisnél kijött új Szemző lemezről meg nehéz volna bármi újat mondani, mert az ARBO X (Csoma Grooves) pont olyan, mint egy Szemző lemez: szelíd, mély, harmonikus, meditatív és szakrális nyelven megszólaló, jó nagy terekkel és csendekkel. Azon gondolkoztam, hogy 100 megkérdezett random magyarból hányan ismerhetik Szemző Tibor nevét? Meg hogy az első 180-as Csoport lemez 1983-as, és az nagyon rég volt.

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Aaron Dilloway & Lucrecia Dalt - Lucy & Aaron [2021, Hanson][LP] ASC - Slow Down / Lucid Dream [2021, Over/Shadow][S] Detroit's Filthiest - Smoke Suggests Fire [2021, House of Underground][EP] DJ Plead - Relentless Trills [2020, 2021, Boomkat Editions][MC,LP] Japanese Television - EP III Remixed [2021, Tip Top][EP] Kevin Richard Martin - Return to Solaris [2021, Phantom Limb][LP] Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement - Flying Fish Ambience [2021, Hospital][LP] Shackleton - Departing Like Rivers [2021, Septic][LP] Szemzo Tibor - ARBO X (Csoma Grooves)[2021, Fodderbasis][LP] Transcendence Orchestra, The - All Skies Have Sounded [2021, Editions Mego][LP] Weird Weather - Succulents [2021, LASH00][EP]

Dalokról jót / bármit (röptében wördökbe köptében)

The Trancendence Orchestra - Markers Against Mountains

A The Trancendence Orchestra Markers Against Mountains-sze igazából a Pink Floyd 1972-es Meddle album nyitányának, a One of These Days-nek az intrója

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Aaron Dilloway & Lucrecia Dalt - The Blob Nekem Aaron Dilloway és Lucrecia Dalt The Blob-ja alatt rendre megjön Kim Wilde You Keep Me Hangin' On-ja (és tudom, hogy Supremes, de hagyjuk ezt a békebeli soulglamcukiskodást másra)

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Aktuális fülbemászók, sunyi dallamtapadók:

Shackleton - Something Tells Me / Pour Out Like Water Detroit's Filthiest - Play on Playa

Traxelektor 2021 07 - Spotify playlist

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Traxelektor

3points - Planetary Broadcast [Planetary Broadcast, Diffuse Reality] Aaron Dilloway & Lucrecia Dalt - Niles Baroque [Lucy & Aaron, Hanson] Aaron Dilloway & Lucrecia Dalt - The Blob [Lucy & Aaron, Hanson] Aaron Dilloway & Lucrecia Dalt - The Tunnel [Lucy & Aaron, Hanson] ASC - Lucid Dream [Slow Down / Lucid Dream, Over/Shadow] ASC - Slow Down [Slow Down / Lucid Dream, Over/Shadow] Bookworms - Aternative Group [Alternative Group, Boomkat] Bookworms - Wycoff [Alternative Group, Boomkat] Comité Hypnotisé - Chickpea Shimmy [Dubs Pour Oh-la-la, Cortizona] Comité Hypnotisé - Dark Wave Dub [Dubs Pour Oh-la-la, Cortizona] Comité Hypnotisé - I Am Boogie [Dubs Pour Oh-la-la, Cortizona] Comité Hypnotisé - Neptune Wept [Dubs Pour Oh-la-la, Cortizona]

Detroit's Filthiest - Horizontal Bop [Smoke Suggests Fire, House of Underground] Detroit's Filthiest - Play on Playa [Smoke Suggests Fire, House of Underground] Detroit's Filthiest - Vena Amoris [Smoke Suggests Fire, House of Underground] DJ Plead - RT1 [Relentless Trills, Boomkat Editions] DJ Plead - RT5 [Relentless Trills, Boomkat Editions] Elektro Guzzi - Rabazz [Trip, Palazzo]

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Filippo Diana - Scaramacai (Voce Mix) [Formula Abstracta, Medical] Foodman - Aji Fly [Yasuragi Land, Hyperdub] Foodman feat. Cotto Center - Sanbashi [Yasuragi Land, Hyperdub] Foodman feat. Taigen Kawabe - Michi No Eki [Yasuragi Land, Hyperdub]

Inigo Kennedy - Untitled (XX5 - B2) [XX5, Molecular] Japanese Television - Bee Cage (Gabe Gurnsey Remix) [EP III. Remixed, Tip Top] Japanese Television - Falling Spikes (UNKLE Reconstruction) [EP III. Remixed, Tip Top] Japanese Television - Hot Sauce (James Welsh Remix) [EP III. Remixed, Tip Top] Japanese Television - Martian Soup (A Space Age Freak Out Remix) [EP III. Remixed, Tip Top]

Kevin Richard Martin - Concrete Tunnels [Return to Solaris, Phantom Limb] Kevin Richard Martin - Hari [Return to Solaris, Phantom Limb] Kevin Richard Martin - Rejection of Earth [Return to Solaris, Phantom Limb]

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Krust - Hegel Dialect (Unkle Reconstruction) [The Edge of Everything Remixes 3, Crosstown Rebels] Luz1e – Dreamscape [Polymorph, Source Material] Mark Hawkins feat. Jamie Lidell - Let It Slide [Let It Slide, Houndstooth] R.O.W.S - 2.5 [VA - ÆX x Delsin Records, ÆX] Radiation 30376 – Arka [Arka, Pinkman] Radiation 30376 - Lost [Arka, Pinkman] Radiation 30376 - Puchacz [Arka, Pinkman]

Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement - Phosphorescence On Rowing Oars At Night [Flying Fish Ambience, Hospital] Rainforest Spiritual Enslavement feat. Pacific Blue - Rains Coming Down [Flying Fish Ambience, Hospital] Shackleton - Something Tells Me / Pour Out Like Water [Departing Like Rivers, Septic] Shackleton - The Light That Was Hidden [Departing Like Rivers, Septic] Shackleton - The Turbulent Sea [Departing Like Rivers, Septic] Slam - Strange Dayz (Volume One) [Strange Dayz, Soma Quality] Slam - Strange Dayz (Volume Three) [Strange Dayz, Soma Quality]

Solomun - We'll Never Have Today Again [20 Years Cocoon Recordings 01, Cocoon] The Transcendence Orchestra - Having My Head Is Felt [All Skies Have Sounded, Editions Mego] The Transcendence Orchestra - Only Out Perfect [All Skies Have Sounded, Editions Mego] The Transcendence Orchestra - Satsuma Felt Slow [All Skies Have Sounded, Editions Mego]

Tibor Szemző - On, and Up to the Attic [ARBO X (Csoma Grooves), Fodderbasis] Tibor Szemző - Sparśa [ARBO X (Csoma Grooves), Fodderbasis] Weird Weather - Axle 2 Grind [Succulents, LASH00] Weird Weather - Devil's Dinner Plate [Succulents, LASH00] Weird Weather - Succulents [Succulents, LASH00] Yone - Ko-Kklkn [VA - ÆX x Delsin Records, ÆX]

#traxelektor #underground #electronic #music #idm #leftfield #zeneajánló #zenekritika #zene #intelligent #dance

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He remembered the time little Alex gave him a kiddy drawing of himself standing out by the salvage yard—she'd drawn an oversized head and a freakishly huge smile that stretched across half of his entire circle-face—his hat looked like a cinderblock, the cars behind him could hardly be called that, and she had inscribed the picture UNKL BOOBY with lots of lopsided hearts. Bobby had accepted that drawing with straight-faced graciousness, said "thank you very much, darlin', this is real good," then went into his study and laughed until he cried. Uncle Booby. That damn drawing was still on his refrigerator years later when his home burned to the ground—obscured by a calendar and a Chinese takeout menu and some magnets, but he never took it down. And you know what else? He left that crater Dean made out in the salvage yard. There were still stains on the floor of that house where Sam's experiments had left their marks. Because to Bobby, those things were the things that mattered. That drawing, the crater, the stains—they were constant reminders and evidence that he had kids who he loved, blood or not. In fact, some love, he thought, was stronger than blood.

#chapter 89 #bobby singer #spnsrs #excerpt #srs quotes

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With You In My Head (Football Time, Part 2.)

Revision date: June 2024 ☀️ Song inspo: With You in My Head by UNKLE (2011) & Supermassive Back Hole by MUSE (2006)

Series Description: Every twenty years, Carlisle Cullen has the courtesy of inviting his old-time friends to his residence to catch up with them and play a game of baseball. This time was supposed to be different, though; the Cullens found an entire pack of players to expand the teams.

Part summary: Carlisle’s friends were invited to play a game of American football with the shapeshifting friends from the La Push. Yet as it turns out, there is another, way more serious issue arising for Seth Clearwater.

Warning: Usage of imprinting for comedic purposes only | Emmett, Jasper, reader, Alice... EVERYONE being himbos (WE STAN THOSE, TEAM ZERO BRAINCELLS) | We stan the wolf pack in this house | Jasper utilizing his UNION (I've said it, sue me) yeehaw potential | Seth Clearwater being the best character of the Twilight series (always had been) | Everyone owning everyone | Limbs almost flying off |

Word count: 7.6 K

Tagging: @missdictatorme, @imaginesofeverykind

The incoming silence was inevitable. It was far from uncomfortable or strange - the strange vampires were just nervously standing around the meadow, tilting their heads as they curiously took in the shapeshifters in front of them. According to long-running stories and legends, the shapeshifters and vampires were meant to be mortal enemies. The two species were specifically crafted to destroy the other - at least that was the long-running propaganda everybody knew. Watching the pack stand around and greet the Cullens with enormous smiles... The entire situation was out of this world.

The newcomer vampires kept a low profile and hung back, trying to decipher how in the hell they were supposed to behave. Should they greet the shifters as their equals? Was all this just some sick joke? Was this unexpected alliance even allowed? Each fiber of their being screamed that everything about this was wrong. And yet, the Cullens didn't even flinch. Therefore, they soon gathered courage - Ariadne was the first one to waltz in, waving at the pack with a giddy smile.

Chloe and Aaron took longer to join in - the two were whispering so fast and silent even vampires had trouble deciphering what they'd been discussing. In the end, Chloe squeezed her boyfriend's palm even tighter and with a deep breath, she took the first step. The Canadian was the only vampire to seemingly freeze. She watched her friends, the people she'd known and loved for far too long, carelessly chit-chat and shake hands with the Quileute. This was one of the rare instances when her self-preservation instincts kicked in. Her shock was so deep that she jumped when Emmett put his palm on her shoulder - as she quickly curled up his forearm behind his back (nearly breaking it off), Emmett hissed surprisedly.

"My bad, my bad, my bad..." - The big boy mumbled as Y/N let him go with whispers of apology. - "Didn't have a clue you'd be caught off-guard. You okay?" "I... Just... Bit confused about what's happening here. You hadn't mentioned any of it. Any of them, to be specific." "I... Did. I told you they'll be here. But I guess that's how surprises work, dummy. Didn't want to spoil the fun for you - thought you'd be thrilled." - Emmett muttered, trying to decipher your expression. It was far from thrilled, actually. Judging by the way, Edward stared at the two of you, he must've known (let alone the incoming storm in the form of Seth Clearwater you didn't have a clue about). Jasper seemingly caught onto the situation too, staring at you while nodding at something Sam Uley talked about. You must've been distressed more than Emmett would've imagined. - "They're our great friends, I promise, Y/N. You know you can trust me..." "Yes, I know you talked about them, but I thought you were fucking with us, Emmett. All I know is that I can trust you." - She mumbled, shaking her head lightly.

"Do you want to leave?" - Emmett asked, catching you off-guard with a sensitive tone. What were you? A small kid to be treated as such? The Cullens threw this small surprise for all of you - what guest would you be if you'd turn the offer down?

On top of that, you've been curious about the shapeshifters most of your life - being their mortal enemy, you could only study them from afar. Never before did you get an opportunity to get close to them, let alone chat with them. "I'm not a pussy." "That you aren't, ma'am. Hey! Jake!" "Are you really throwing me under the bus like that?" - The Canadian hissed back, trying to send her warmest smile to said Jake. "Being thrown into water is the best way to learn how to swim." "Yes, if you want to drown. That's not how that works, dimwit." - The woman muttered, ending the discussion.

That Jake guy actually seemed pleasant. The energy Jacob radiated was very similar to yours and Emmett's. Also, Jake's dimples and warm black eyes were calming you down. He was a tall, muscular man - his physical appearance overshadowed you and yet, you felt like Jake's equal... Even before he offered you a handshake as if he was happy to meet you. But in the last second, you found it. The little something, almost missable muscle twitching in his overly pleasant expression. This hinted at Jacob's instant dislike for you. Thankfully, you could handle someone being a dick - you could be a dick yourself if Jake would go too far. Something was going on - and based on Edward's furrow, the duo was settling the issue telepathically.

"Hi, what's up? Hi," - The man asked, his skin almost scorching yours. Based on his frantic greeting, he and Edward must've been at it. Whatever they were arguing about, it must've been heated. As Jacob touched you, you hissed and almost pulled away. He was so hot - too fucking warm. Warmer than any regular human being. He did his best to keep his emotions in check, sending a polite smile. - "Name's Jacob, hi, nice to meet you."

It took you a fraction of a second to analyze the situation - being close to a shapeshifter was new. You weren't freaking out just yet, you were just wondering about Jacob. His physique was astonishing, almost overwhelming. His temperature was scorching you, even though he wasn't standing directly beside you. His stench was so inhumane it overwhelmed your sensitive senses. And all of them unnerved you equally, you noted. The woman who'd come with them, eyeing you as if you murdered her entire family, her stare burning into the back of your head. Even though she was around your height, her body was a killing machine, just like Jake's. Not to mention the teenager the pack brought along, the one similar in height, the one eyeing you as if he hadn't seen a woman before. A machine made of hot, perfectly synced muscles that would oppose your own - all of them were... Different than humans. Similar, yet polar opposites.

"Name's Y/N. Just visiting here, I live in Ontario..." "That's her?" - Jake hissed, breaking his facade a bit. He didn't come off as off-standish or aggressive - he acted as if you were someone he'd been familiar with. Emmett was busy running his mouth, you concluded. "Have you been telling stories about me, monkey-man?" "Only the best ones, Canadian." - The Cullen winked, chuckling as you made your way towards the rest.

"You like it here?" - Jacob asked. You didn't realize he'd been talking to you, assuming a storm brewed under the calm facade. It took an unnatural silence and a nudge to your ribcage to look at the profile of Jake's face. "Fork's as lovely as can be... For a vampire. Cloudy weather, deep mossy woods, not a lot of inhabitants. Guess I do." "Even considered moving here?" - The man asked, making you choke. It had been long since you'd decided you wanted to breathe, but making you choke was special. What was Jacob after? "I'm fine with Ontario for now." "Uh-uh." - Jake nodded, dismissing your last answer. The shifter was weirding you out - so much that you searched for help in Emmett. The Cullen shook his head, confirming this behavior was odd for Jacob. - "Sorry, gotta talk with the other Cullen. I'll get back to you." "Sure." - And ignoring you once more, Jake was suddenly gone - walking directly towards Edward and Alice. - "The fuck..."

Jake was losing it by the time he'd made it to Edward and Alice. His breathing irregular, eyes darting all over and hands shaking, he wasn't far from transforming. Jacob Black was always the one to act first and ask questions later, but he couldn't just rip your head off and he couldn't scold Seth into oblivion either - your damned vampire ass was now under his pack's protection. "When did you two realize this was going to happen?" - Black demanded, darting from Alice to Edward. "Not until five minutes ago." - Alice muttered, unphased by Jacob's emotionality. - "... Not until Seth saw her." "Figured we'd alert you before shifting. We aren't interested in any disputes or clash of interests." - Edward explained, offering a clear solution; for everyone to go home.

"That might've been possible before Clearwater chose that Canadian of yours as his life's purpose." "Everything was going alright and then the bomb set off." - Edward explained, putting his palms on his sides. His expression was far off from a jolly one. - "Alice figured at the same time. She can't predict the future until a decision is..." "I know how her street tricks work, Cullen. That's fucking great. You're suggesting that not only did my idiot imprint onto a vampire but that your idiot stays with him?" - Black was in a tight spot, panicked giggles escaping his mouth despite the inappropriate atmosphere. There wasn't much he could do for Seth other than admitting he'd dug a deep fucking grave - a grave Seth's sister would gladly dig for the boy. A grave anybody could help Seth out of.

"That's not something the Canadian would do..." "... Wouldn't put anyone in danger voluntarily..." "... She didn't know what would happen either... "... She's not like that." - The Cullens assured Jacob, coming to your defense right away. You were a wild card. None of the Cullens knew your deepest secrets, mainly because you'd been a master at hiding them. Even from Edward. You could be perceived as mischievous or irresponsible, primarily when paired with Emmett, Alice, and Jasper, but... You weren't a bad person. Even though this issue had nothing to do with you, really, you would do your best to help Seth solve it.

This made Jacob even sicker than before. The prospect of you staying with Seth Clearwater - the prospect of you leaving was much dimmer. No matter how Jacob put it, you were Clearwater's death sentence.

"Future is a tricky thing, Jacob. She might decide differently and leave, she may decide to stay... Thus, she changed how the future pans out. But I assure you - Y/N's not a bad person." "Morale nor logic have nothing to do with this." - Jacob grunted, looking over at Seth - you were glued to Emmett's side, introducing yourself to Sam and Embry, laughing about a rather inappropriate joke. Clearwater was standing nearby, arms crossed over his chest, staring at you as if you were a Madonna.

Imprinting was just another piece of bullshit that came along with being a shapeshifter, Jacob would explain. He hadn't had any first-hand experience with it, but he'd been in the heads of people who've imprinted. It was hypnotic, almost some kind of magic - whoever was the imprintee, they left the imprintor in a state of absolute awe, breathlessness, and easiness where nothing weighted them to the surface of Earth. Other than them, that was. A form of involuntary enslavement, that's how Jacob would describe it. Seth would become anything and anyone for her, he'd change his entire life for her without blinking. All the Canadian had to do now was to ask. There wouldn't be anyone else suited for Seth anymore, not in his eyes. This slavery was unfair to both sides, especially cruel towards the imprinted shapeshifter. Seth wouldn't have a future without her in it, he couldn't fall in love with anyone else other than her. Whether she liked it or not, she'd just become his full-time obsession, the only joy Seth Clearwater would perceive in his life.

"Doesn't matter if she stays or goes, both will be horrible. In case she'd stay... That'd be bad news. If she goes, it'll be even worse. Y/N's his person now, the only one he'll be ever interested in. His future depends on what she'll say or do... Can't you see it?" - Jacob breathed out, noticing that others started taking notice of Seth's strange behavior. For a strange reason, he'd always liked the Cullens and didn't mind staying in the presence of vampires as long as they were friendly - that was strange enough already. On top of that, Seth's been a people person ever since being a small kid. That teenager couldn't shut up for the life of him, he's been a ray of sunshine in each gloomy conversation, listening intently to anyone who'd been willing to talk with him. But the way Seth's eyes followed you around, how he ran after you each time you moved around... This was more intense. Strange. Atypical. Leah's eyes widened in horror, shooting a glance in Jacob's direction - the horror in his expression was a metaphorical punch. The trio noticed Leah gasping for air, covering her mouth with her palm as she excused herself from the conversation. Embry was soon to follow, figuring things out right after Leah. Even if they wouldn't figure now, they'd figure right after shifting.

One thing was for sure - Leah Clearwater was about to murder either her brother or his imprintee in the following ten minutes. Just like Jacob implied, every fucking detail was bad news. A lot of questions arose and Black couldn't answer any of them. How did it even happen? Was it even possible? Had it happened before? How did it go? How was this supposed to work out? Was there even a setting in space or time for you to work things out? Edward shifted his posture uncomfortable, licking his lips. The grief and worries in his expression intensified the longer he'd listened to Jacob's thoughts.

Seth's thoughts couldn't differ more - the boy was on cloud nine, adoring every detail about the Canadian. Even though Edward never found you attractive, mainly because he'd known you for ages... You almost stole his breath away when looking at you through Seth's eyes. The boy also analyzed everything you've said, your posture, your gestures, and expressions - his brain frantically memorized everything about you. First off, Clearwater adored your grace and elegance (words Edward would've never used when describing you), and secondly, Seth quietly admired the wisdom lurking underneath all the dude-bro talk with Emmett. Edward never noticed all the warmth in your smile, neither sense of innocence in your eyes - Seth noticed immediately. And fell in love with it. To Seth, you'd become the most fragile person on Earth, someone he'd die to protect without hesitation, without a second thought. His heart and life were placed in your ice-cold palms.

"Is there anything we can do for Seth?" - Edward asked despite knowing the answer. Black shook his head in despair, realizing there wasn't anything left to do - everything was said and done. "We better get back. The others noticed something was off, won't take long before everyone figures Seth out. He's not subtle about ogling at her." - Black muttered. His tone contained a spark of humor, but he didn't laugh. - "... And I bet any of us could lie to Esme."

The tension didn't disappear, but the pack quickly hid it the best they could. Jacob had to drag Seth away just so you'd have any semblance of personal space. Leah nor Embry reacted for the time being - soon enough, they'll have enough time and space to yell their lungs out at Seth. You, on the other hand, ignored Seth the best you could and acclimated quickly. The pack was on a similar note, becoming your dude-bros quickly. Clearwater and his puppy eyes didn't escape your attention, though. Edward didn't have a good feeling about any of it.

Thankfully, everyone's attention was diverted soon enough - Y/N and Emmett stood in the middle of the meadow, measuring their egos with proper shit talk. It was an amusing sight, since everyone was small compared to Emmett, and you were no exception - and yet, you managed to match Emmett's healthy self-esteem perfectly and without fail. You've also proclaimed yourselves to be the captains (as expected) and played rock-paper-scissors to determine who'd pick first. Since you won, you chest-bumped Emmett with a glorious roar, looking at all the poor souls.

"What's the situation? Are they picking teams already?" - Edward muttered in Carlirle's direction, making the blonde chuckle. Emmett and Canadian were in a heated debate full of exaggerated gasps and dramatized offense, so it wouldn't take long. "Almost." "Imma go first, then!" - Y/N cried out silently, shushing Emmett's onslaught of stupid arguments with her palm. Most of the vampires chuckled, Sam Uley following suit - the shifter took a liking to you, Edward noted.

"Who's on the roaster? I just wanna be sure." - The roaster stayed front while the bystanders took a few steps back - Bella, Alice, Esme, Rosalie, Chloe, and Nessie didn't want to play, you noted. Well, Nessie actually nagged Edward about joining the team, but Bella was strictly against it - to put it mildly. Esme, Chloe, and Alice - well, they never joined. The only role Alice ever accepted was being the baseball pitcher. And even then, it was mainly for the aesthetics. Bella was a big unknown for you, but you were positive you'd see her on the field one day; plus, she didn't feel like going against Jacob. And Rosalie? Well, Rosalie was joining the game... She just hadn't figured it out...Yet.

"Okay, okay, okay..." - Mumbling frantically, you put your arms behind your back and took a long look at the roaster. As usual, you pointed right at Edward. He was always your first choice. "No fair. He'll read..." "Shush it, monkey-man. He's damn fast. They don't call him Greased lighting just because." - Shutting Emmett down was your favorite pastime and this was no different. High-fiving Edward, you leaned in, grinning devilishly. - "... And because you can read their minds."

Emmett's first choice was Sam Uley - one of the biggest wolves. The himbo realized well that you'll have trouble dodging him. For the sole purpose of pissing Emmett off, the next player to join you was Jacob Black. His discomfort seemed to be even greater, but he patted your back with an appreciative grunt. When Emmett picked Carlisle, you enrolled Jasper immediately. After himbo picked Embry, you waved in Leah's direction. The hostility dialed down a bit as she sent you a flattered smile. The teams were looking damn good as only two people remained - Rosalie (who still didn't know she was taking part) and the sunshine boy, as you dubbed him in your mind. Edward snickered upon hearing the nickname, having you nudge his shoulder.

"You're taking the blonde, I want the sunshine boy." - Sending him a smile, you waved at him as you led your team away from Emmett's. Clearwater almost fainted upon the nickname (that you probably didn't even mean), rushing to you immediately. Jacob looked worried, Leah mumbled a quiet "yuck", pretending she was about to vomit. "Your wish is my order, ma'am." - Emmett bowed and wiggled his index finger at Rosalie. As usual, Rosalie put on an unreadable expression, rolling her eyes. The under was starting, and the first flashes of lightning could be seen in the distance. - "C'mere, sweetheart."

“I’m not playing. You two act like animals when you get into it.” - Rose opposed. At that, both you and Emmett simultaneously nodded. She wasn’t wrong. “I mean, she looks frightened.” - Uley joined in, making you scoff. Well, he sure as hell wasn’t afraid of Rosalie’s wrath. Respectable. “She’s kind of a pussy, you know?” - You chimed in, wiggling your eyebrows. “You take that back!” - She exclaimed, a peal of disbelieving laughter leaving her mouth. Bella and Nessie seemed distraught, so Alice stepped in to explain what was going on. “Nu-uh. Prove me wrong.” “Y/N, I mean it. I’m not playing.” “Prove yourself, car-girl. Kick my damn ass.” - Finishing theatrically, you waited for Rosalie’s reaction. Each time Rose turned the offer down, you and Emmett teased her to oblivion; Jasper occasionally chiming in. The two of you knew Rose well, too well for her liking. The only way to make her do something was to tell her she couldn’t. Rosalie, the most melodramatic vampire of the bunch, had a fragile ego. Said ego could shatter by using a few spicy and apt comments Of course you got to know the kind, selfless girl underneath the facade as centuries passed by… But fucking with Rosalie was one of your favorite sports. Watching Rosalie chuck her baseball cap on the ground, you and Emmett grinned childishly. Her expression was furious beyond any reason, promising an ugly and painful revenge. Overcoming Rose's competitiveness was one of your pastimes.

"Game's on!" - Esme cried out, smiling at both the teams. The sky was darkening, the meadow covering under humid and warm summer air. The storm was on your doorstep, thunder coming from far away. Your team gathered around as you commanded them - you decided to discuss tactics and strategies. - "So, uh… Hi, team. Name's Canadian for those who don't know and I'd like to start by saying… Is it late to admit I know shit about American Football?" - Both Edward and Jake scoffed upon your admission, and Leah rolled her eyes. "You're in luck - Leah and I watched hours of it with Dad." - The Sunshine boy argued, having you nod in agreement. "Solid." - You admitted. "First off, we can communicate telepathically." - Jake absorbed, looking at everyone. - "It's… It's a wolf thing. Edward, Leah, and I can play offense. We don't need to use words. And that's when you guys come in. We're going to need defense." "That's doable." - Jasper said, chiming in. His palm grabbed your shoulder, making you listen. - "She's great with mashing Emmett's face. And I don't doubt she'll manage to take down Uley."

"Ever seen how big he is?" - Jacob screeched, measuring Sam standing tall as he heatedly debated with Embry and Rosalie. - "No doubt she's good, but is she that good?" "Oh brother, you can't imagine. No matter how big or strong he is, I got him." - You mumbled as you patted Jake's shoulder assuringly. "I don't want you to get hurt." - The Sunshine boy muttered, his eyes darting between you and Sam. "I got it, kid." - Nodding in the boy's direction, your attention got diverted by Edward and Jasper again. "Plan's simple. Jasper and I are quick and synchronized, they'll need help outrunning us… Except for Emmett, that is. Leave the offense to me and the shifters. Y/N, your eyes will be glued to Carlisle and Emmett. The moment they move, you move. Jasper…" - His voice got muffled by a thunder.

"Just have fun and please, for the love of God, don't get hurt." - You muttered, pushing your palm in front of you and waiting until everyone's palm lay atop the other.- "… Otherwise Esme ensures my head ends up on a fucking stake." - And with that, everyone cried out excitedly.

As you watched the pack disappear into the woods, you were left with Edward and Emmett. Discussing yet another absurdity, Edward laughed into his jersey's sleeve while Emmett couldn't believe his ears, staring at you with his mouth open wide. Then when you felt it - a feather-light touch on your shoulder… Touch sending chills down your fucking spine. Unable to define the butterflies erupting in your stomach (what an unpleasant feeling), your self-preservation instinct kicked in. You were ready to tear their limb off their body as you turned around. Hissing, you caught the palm in yours - before you could do anything else, Emmett pulled you away. As you looked at the intruder, it was none other than Sunshine Boy. - "You can't do this, little man. She's skittish."

"Sorry." - Sunshine Boy muttered, massaging his palm. "I'm the one to apologize." - Dismissing the apology instantly, you lead him away from the two Cullen brothers. You could hear Edward muttering something in Emmett's direction, the giant roared with laughter in response. Sending him a middle finger, you concentrated on the boy. Something about him unnerved you, whether it was his innocent eyes or smile full of teeth you couldn't tell. That something, however, made you almost disappear into the woods and put as much distance between you and him as possible. - "What can I do for you? Is something wrong with your position? Wanna switch?" "No?" - The boy muttered, looking at his elbow where your palm just held him. It looked like he missed the cold emitting from your touch. His breathing was labored, he was trying to stay composed throughout the conversation. Did you do something wrong? - "I… Uh… I just wanted to…" "Yeah?" "I just wanted to say hi…" - The boy mumbled, giving you a lovesick smile. Another wave of emotion washed over you as you nodded, narrowing your eyes. Was it disgust? No, that wasn't it either. Where was it coming from and more importantly - what emotion was it? - "And introduce myself. My name's Seth… Clearwater." "That's nice." - Nodding you looked over to the Cullens. Edward's gaze was fixed on your conversation as Emmett finally concluded his hilarious story. Before you could stop yourself, you spilled your name too. - "My name's Y/N. Nice to meet you, Seth Clearwater."

Even though Jake called out to Seth to move his damn ass and even through the rain and thunder, you'd swear Clearwater muttered something along 'you're so pretty' - the almost invisible rose cheeks strongly suggested it. - "I'll see you around!" - Clearwater cried out, running into the woods. Unnerved by the exchange, you stared at the spot he'd disappeared off to. While walking toward Emmett, you fidgeted. Your body missed the warmth emitting from the Sunshine Boy, you realized. The thought made you sick to your stomach. "You good?" - Emmett wondered, throwing his arm around your shoulder. "Ready to kick your ass's what I am." "Don't flatter yourself. We've come up with a tactic that…" "It's not that good." - Edward mumbled, having you scoff. "Just don't hold back, big boy. I want to beat you fair and square." - Just when Emmett attempted to ruffle your hair, you wiggled out of his reach and teased him with a grin. "Not my style, wouldn't dream of that."

Witnessing how majestic the shapeshifters were from up close… That was a first. Admittedly, you couldn't look away as you watched the animals slowly emerge from the woods. Each one of them was enormous. Like vampires, they also were hauntingly beautiful - but deep down, you realized they were still murderous machines. Their bodies were masses of muscle working perfectly in sync; each movement was precisely aimed with one goal in mind - to tear each one of you apart. Some of them were bigger than you, seemingly overpowering you in strength. Suddenly, it wasn't hard to justify Seth's worries. They'd squash your head with one bite and tear your limbs off with one yank. And yet, there wasn't a world where you'd turn away from the mesmerizing sight. You weren't the only enchanted one - Chloe, Aaron, and Ariadne also stood still and watched every step the shifters took. They smelled like hell breaking loose, the magic overpowered everything else though.

As the shifters closed in on you, you realized it was still easy to tell them apart. Their most recognizable traits were still obvious enough to tell apart. The enormous black wolf with eyes deep as the night was Sam Uley, surely. Something about the posture gave him away. A russet one with warm, intelligent chocolate eyes? Jacob Black. The small yet seemingly rascalous wolf with greyish fur and watery eyes? Leah, you guessed. … And the last welf happily running toward you with a smile written into his expression? The one resembling a Mexican wolf? You didn't even have to guess, you knew it was Seth Clearwater.

"Well, let's fuck 'em up." - You muttered. "Yeehaw!" - Jasper answered in tandem as he gave his cowboy hat to Nessie, making you chuckle. The russet wolf cried in high pitch, freezing in place as you watched the animal. Edward, thankfully, came to your rescue. "His statement was very similar to yours and Jasper's." - The Cullen explained as Leah, presumably Quil, and Seth followed Jacob's example.

Its breath was hot and it smelled like hell broken loose as the animal stomped you lower into the muddy ground. Growling, you pushed back at its front legs - the animal growled even louder, spraying your face with a fresh dose of saliva. Gross. "… Debatable." - Esme sighed, trying to do her referee duty. - "Everything Y/N did was allowed." "Have you seen how she held Embry?" - Emmett opposed, his eyes opened wide. - "That's a foul if I ever saw one." "He had the fucking ball!" - You cried, trying to wiggle from under Sam's massive weight. Uley, however, didn't flinch - making Seth's snarl louder than before. While Uley held you down, Edward ensured Seth wouldn't do anything stupid or unplanned. If he'd attacked Sam, everything would be clear as fucking day. Besides, Edward assumed that having Leah yell at Seth for the last hour was plenty enough as of now. "C'mon, that's favoring!" - Rosalie chimed in.

"I mean… I've seen it. Embry passed it to Emmett in the last second…" - Nessie muttered, trying to calm the situation. "Ha! We got the camera referee! Let go, bucko, she can show you." - Pushing Sam away, you finally stood up. Mud and rain were in every fucking crevice of your clothes… Worse, the dirt got into places it wasn't supposed to be, making you fidget. - "Shove that foul up your ass!" "I've never thought I'd be called a camera referee…" - The ginger muttered. Then, both she and Esme turned on their heels and left the field so you could get in position and continue the game.

Truth be told, the game was fast-paced and hard to follow. It was a known fact all of you did your best to cheat, just like in baseball. Alice, Ness, and Esme were hot on your heels, however, ensuring the fairest and balanced game. Even though they bet on winners and other oddities, no one knew who'd win. Blind betting made Alice nervous and thanks to the shifters, she couldn't forecast the future.

When talking about the shifters… Playing against them was brilliant, you and Aaron agreed. The first few kick-offs were a doozie. None of you could tell how gentle you'd have to be with the wolves. The truce was off the moment Sam Uley knocked you down for the first time - his fangs showing in full glory as he growled at you, the sound sending chills down your spine. Soon after Embry (that's who you assumed it was) caught your shoulder and threw you off the field (making you break a rock in half), you realized that these animals weren't gentle flowers you'd have to be careful with. Since then, you have stopped four of their attacks, sending Edward a playful smile. Sadist, the boy answered telepathically as you got into position - your eyes set on Sam Uley. Each attack got you closer to touchdown, each collision creating a deafening blow.

Holding the ball close to your chest, you could feel Sam's jaw click next to your head - Seth was fast to retaliate, crashing hard and fast into Sam's side to pin him down. Edward was wildly gesturing for a pass, but there was a little problem called Rosalie Hale right in front of you. With Aaron's help, you launched into the air, throwing the ball to Edward - that was the moment you could hear a porcelain crack and force throwing you hard on the ground, knocking the air out of your lungs. Emmett bounced off you, sliding just a few feet away from you. "Jesus…" - Carlisle muttered, sliding next to you… Sending a batch of sticky mud right into Quil's eyes. The wolves were cautious now, circling you. So that was the sound of a vampire cracking, huh? Seth was quick to nudge your shoulder with his muzzle, fear palpable in his wide-opened eyes. - "She's fine. Just shocked."

"Led my guard down, it's bad." - You admitted, patting Seth's shoulder blade as you sat up. Fully captivated by Edward's gestures, you ignored Emmett Cullen jumping right in your face. You could've minimized the damage if your senses weren't overstimulated with all the smells and sounds. Honestly, you hadn't noticed Emmett. - "… I've been through worse… Much worse. This is nothing." "You okay, bro?" "I'm fucking winning - of course, I'm okay." - Grinning at Emmett, you accepted Carlisle's palm and stood up. "That was fucking low." - The himbo scoffed, nudging your shoulder. As you moved your arm, you could hear the familiar crackling - Emmett nearly tore your arm off… Well, this hadn't happened for the first time and it certainly wasn't the last time either.

The first to score was Emmett's team, earning Nessie a grand total of five bucks. This evolvement only sent your team into overdrive, making winning the only goal on your mind. Both Jasper and Aaron finally got the game everything they got. On one occasion, Embry jumped out of the way just because you almost kicked his jaw in. It wasn't intentional, of course. The louder the thunder got, the more regular the clashes of bodies became too. The thunder was shaking the meadow under your feet as all players lost themselves to the game. Swearing, fouls, and growling wasn't even half of it. With each second, the atmosphere ramped up and the game became more and more violent… At least until Jacob scored the first touchdown for your team.

All the bystanders appeared to be mesmerized by the whole thing. The Cullens knew the rules, of course, but this was the first real American football they'd played. Baseball surely wasn't as contact as football was - and it was nowhere near as fun. Each time Edward and Emmett sprinted for the ball, you could hear them laugh - Rosalie was also the only one outplaying Edward by a mile. Only she'd truly figured out how to get under Edward's skin, making him unfocused. As you and Carlisle kept clashing, you both scoffed and helped the other back on your feet. Rosalie enjoyed it when she evaded Aaron and Jasper trying their damnest to pull a trap on her. Each time there was a body lying on the ground, didn't matter who it was, Esme (followed suit by Bella and Nessie) checked on their condition.

Even though you, as vampires, weren't afraid to clash it out… The aggression of the wolves took you back at moments. Jacob and Sam even went as far as to go into a telepathic argument about a foul - before you'd blink, the two wolves were at it. Fangs clicking, animalistic growls, and high-pitched hisses filled the silence. It took four of you to drag them apart - and Nessie and Edward to determine who's right. "Time for a short break. Half-time." - Bella determined fiercely as the duo kept gnarling. The Quileutes nodded and disappeared before returning in raincoats - you would hear their grumbling stomachs from a mile away.

As the Quileutes enjoyed Esme's sandwiches, warm tea, and cocoa, Bella distracted you with her photos. On the first one, Rosalie gripped the pigskin for her life while maneuvering past Jacob and Seth - both were chasing after her, captured frozen in the air. Emmett posing over the stone you've broken in half with your back. Then, a photo of Carlisle lying atop you, both laughing wholeheartedly. Leah, Seth, and Quil (all identified by Jacob) smile into the camera. Nessie and Jasper side-by-side; Jasper's hat was falling into Nessie's eyes as she pointed at his muddy cowboy shoes. Alice hugging Esme's shoulders with a cheerful smile… There were a lot of heartwarming photos. Photos that had been captured of a big, strange family… That's how you'd describe them. After the war-axe had been buried, it was to resolve and finish the game.

The fouls became more frequent, the tactics became more convoluted than before. Emmett had every damn chance to turn around and score, you had to admit. He'd been bigger than you and while you were faster, his physical strength was bigger than yours. It wasn't hard for him to overpower you. Thankfully, Seth was there to stop Emmett every damn time, without fail. Clearwater's constant attempts to make an impression were almost unbearable - Leah's nagging was unbearable for both the pack and Edward. It got worse, though - right after you released fireworks inside of Seth's chest by patting his back and calling him 'fucking amazing'. Despite all that, you managed to pull out a draw.

It was now or nothing. Go big or go home. All of you realized so as you lined up for the last time. "Last point takes it all." - Esme announced, controlling that you didn't try to cheat before the kick-off. - "Game!" - The woman cried, watching the unstoppable force and unmovable object crash again. With each minute and each stop, you and Emmett got more vulgar. You've been the best of friends, but winning the annual game was further up the ladder. You got like this each time you tried manipulating the other into making a mistake. Rosalie was running for her life, and Edward doing his absolute best to stop her. Wolves fought and pushed each other off the ground more frequently than before. And just as you were about to knock Sam Uley down, again, Esme whistled… Ending the game. Under a heap of bodies, someone's arm stuck out as they held the ball in their palm. Jasper was lying in the end zone somewhere deep under Rosalie, Aaron, Jacob, Quil, and Embry. He'd fucking won you the game.

Just as everyone climbed off Jasper, he was pushed into the mud again. His entire team was lying atop him, singing a celebratory song. Emmett was nodding to himself, licking his lips to clean them from mud and rain. You were sure to brag about this win for the next forty years at least, Emmett realized. Even though Emmett took this loss very hard (since it was the most important game of life), he was a good sport - both he and Rose clapped for you. "Take that, monkey-man!" - You yelled as you straddled Jasper's back, letting the blonde carry you around the meadow victoriously. After three victorious laps, congratulations were in order - all the bets were settled while shape shifters changed back into their human form. They were clothed in waterproof jackets, fitting trousers, and hiking shoes. Alice's courtesy, you realized - she also forced all the vampires to wear matching pieces of clothing. Needless to say, you looked like members of a super-elite sports club.

Except for your crack, there weren't any major injuries - just bruises, cuts, and bumped limps and joints on the wolves' part. This fact made Esme very happy. After some of the Quileutes decided to walk you back to the Cullen's residence, Esme was overjoyed. Her heart-shaped face lit up as she offered hot tomato soup and shepherd's pie - Jacob and Seth were the only ones to accept immediately. Sam and Embry were the only ones to leave soon, sharing a heartfelt goodbye with everyone. Uley even gave you his phone number, hoping you'd drop by La Push someday. The two of you clicked instantly, you had to admit.

The parade back to the Cullen's house was loud and filled with laughter, as per usual - Emmett had to carry you back on his shoulders and he could only address you as 'your highness' for the rest of the days, as the agreement discussed. Sometime in the middle, you put Nessie on your shoulders, wondering how many bodies you could puzzle atop - however, Edward was quick to scratch that idea. Next to everyone being silly and in great spirits… There was also the entire imprinting issue. Everybody in the pack knew the intensity and depth of Seth's feelings by that point - Seth, Jacob, Leah, and Quil hanging in the back to discuss it heatedly. They waited until all of the vampires got out of the range before debating, of course, keeping it at utmost secrecy. All of them realized how hopeless the situation truly was, without a doubt - imprinting was an irreversible process that couldn't be imagined or changed.

Everything about this was inevitable. Once it happened, there was nothing in their power to help Seth other than watching him suffer. Seth's entire world shook to its core, it collapsed and was rebuilt within the same moments. Now, she was his Sun - all he could do was rotate around her axis. She'd become the fire, he'd become the moth. There wasn't much anyone could do other than… "Y/N?" - Edward cried out, stopping you from yelling the 'Drunken Sailor'. Turning your upper body in his direction, you also turned Nessie (still straddling your shoulders) at him. "Yes, dear?" - You asked, making Nessie giggle. Emmett was still humming the song, just getting into the best part. "We need to talk." - Stopping in his tracks, Edward watched as you carefully put Ness into Rose's arms, acrobatically jumping off Emmett's shoulders. Alice, realizing what was happening, joined you. - "… More specifically, Seth needs to talk to you." "Is the boy hurt?" - For a moment, panic overtook you as you scanned the shifters who caught up to you. "It's more complicated than a yes or no question."

"I don't think it's a good idea…" - Leah hissed toward Jake, giving you a heated, spiteful look. Jesus fucking Christ, what did you do to the poor Clearwater boy? Was it in the heat of the game? Was he missing a body part? Nerves got the best of you. Jacob, thankfully, frowned in her direction - Leah shut off immediately, nodding as she ran past you… Not before she gave you a piece of her mind and bumped into your shoulder, though. - "You're just going to fuck up his entire life. I've seen it before with Swan. If you as much as ruin a hair on his head…" "That's enough!" - Jacob shouted, silencing everyone in the parade. You could hear raindrops falling through the spruce, that's how silent it got. The older Clearwater sibling scoffed, bumped your shoulder, and continued right past everyone else. - "It's the best solution we got… The only one we have. - Black admitted in defeat, following in Leah's footsteps. "I can deal with it!" - Desperation and confusion were clear in your voice as you cried after both Leah and Jacob. You could solve it… Whatever the 'it' was.

The remaining trio (Quil, Edward, and Alice) took their leave too - leaving you and Seth behind. Waiting for everyone to disappear in the distance, you listened to a nearby river, to the gentle rain while staring at the ground. After you remained alone somewhere in the endless woods, your gaze fixed on Seth's face. The boy stared at you like a deer in the headlights, breathing shallowly. Based on how flustered he appeared, and the deep blush covering his cheeks, you already had your suspicion on the topic of incoming conversation - the suspicion was breaking your heart in halves. After registering you've fixed your eyes onto his face, Seth's heart rate picked up, his blood rushed into every inch of his body, his warmth almost scorching you - the same warmth you were so repulsed by… The one that horrified you beyond your wildest dreams. You've known well what his physical reactions meant… You've spent enough time with human men to distinguish affection. With a saddened smile, you took a deep breath. - "What's up, Seth Clearwater?"

Jacob, Alice, and Edward hung on the back - it was hard for Edward to ignore Seth's mind. Seth's mind... He'd grown to distinguish it between thousands of others. Each time Edward heard the boy nearby, his chest got lighter. Truthfully, Edward hadn't met anyone with a kinder, warmer, and more exceptional mind than Seth Clearwater. The images in Seth's mind were always vivid and alive, filled with love and adoration. Not just now that Seth was looking at you - it'd always been like this. Now, the images ranged from kissing you to being terrified of rejection. Seth was also confused - his mind was frantically searching for any typical sign his body should've displayed when a vampire was nearby... But there was nothing. Your smell didn't repel him as much as other vampires did. Actually, Seth recognized your scent as sweet.

Opposing Seth's colorful, vivid mind… There was yours. You weren't stupid, you were far from being an idiot. You recognized and correctly named each physical sign Seth's body sent in your direction, the revelation making you sick to your core. Next to the sadness and worry, however, there was a strange form of confusion - no matter how hard you tried untangling your emotions, you couldn't seem to understand anything… And neither could Edward.

"Are you sure about… That?" - Jacob muttered nervously, throwing his head in your general direction. Alice was paler than usual, her expression motionless - there was nothing regarding your future at the moment - the fact was both upsetting and comforting Alice. "Trust me… Y/N's not a cougar." - Edward answered, reminding Jacob of one of Bella's old jokes.

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