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won4ver · 2 months

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short almost drabble like fic where jake dated you because of a bet (you find out). bet fics are my guilty pleasure.

but i’m thinking it’s more of just your reaction? like it shows the emotions you go through after finding out

if you decide to write it, thank you🤭

✈︎ the perfect picture

pairing : bf!jake x fem!reader

warnings + genre : angst. crying.

wc : 1.1k

a/n : I LOVE BET FICS SM BCUZ THEY HURT SO GOOD OMFG + plsss lmk how i did!

Jake’s love painted the perfect picture, the canvas splaying out in a precise manner. The midnight giggles and morning delicacies were nothing more than a distraction, a part Jake played a little too well.

You were blindsided by everything else around you, unable to escape your 2d world. The walls of your heart were crafted by the lies that Jake had sewn into your skin since early on, the needle beginning its stitch the second his eyes met yours.

The gallons of paint were now splattered across the sky, Jake's canvas cracking as the black seeped in through the sections where he forgot to blend.

The audio recording sounded out across your stale room, all air stuck in your lungs as you held your breath, heartbeat behind your eyes as the tears welled.

“LN YN? It’s like you're asking for me to lose before I even begin.” The voice so clearly belonged to your boyfriend, his recognizable shocked tone sounding extra sharp.

“So you’re giving up? It’s not my fault they’ve never noticed you before.” Park Sunghoon, the man who always supported that boyish smile, and your boyfriend's best friend.

“I think they’re a good choice, allows more room for fun” Park Jongseong, the captain of the rugby team, again, your boyfriend's best friend.

“What do I get if I win?”

“Easy. You get this” Even if you couldn’t physically see this scene, you knew very well what Park Sunghoon was shaking in his hands. The bills slapping together as he shook them.

“Deal, prepare to hand it over.” The sound of their hands meeting was your tipping point, vision blurring as the tears fell.

The constricted air in your lungs shot out with your first exhale, chest burning as the weight of your boyfriend's betrayal lay heavy.

The next minutes were a blur of tears and blinding lights, your packed bags landing beside your feet as you hurriedly pulled on your shoes. Your phone buzzing to life in your pocket, messages coming in back to back.

You tried ignoring it, the thought of seeing your boyfriend's contact on your screen creating an overwhelming nauseous feeling.

It wasn’t until you heard a specific ringtone that you decided to fish your phone from your pocket, the loud voice of Sunghoon ringing too loudly across Jake’s apartment.

After hanging out with Jake’s friends a few times you managed to get extremely close to them, Sunghoon in specific. It was easy to get along with him, easy to drown within his sweet aura.

After class one day you accidentally stumbled into him, his attempts to hide his swollen eye coming up unsuccessful. You remembered that day, the day you found out about his fights.

It was as if that evening opened a door to your relationship, Sunghoon attaching himself to your hip.

One day all the boys decided to prank you, changing your ringtones to ones personalized by them. Sunghoon’s voice through his own ringtone has never felt so daunting, you’ve never hated him more.

Your eyes lazily read across his newest message, ignoring the other twenty-seven he’d sent within the last two minutes.

hoon

I’m so sorry, I promise we called off the bet after meeting you please don’t do anything you’ll regret. Jake’s on his way back, please hear him out

Without another thought you pressed his notification, the delivered alert changing to seen straight away. It seemed that Sunghoon was already typing again, bubbles popping up right away.

You ignored him once again, leaving his chat to open Jake’s. There was only one message from him, one sent by him hours ago, right after he left to Jay’s house.

“Never talk to me again” you whispered as your fingers pressed each letter, shakily pressing each letter before pressing send. As soon as the message went through you tossed your phone onto the table beside Jake’s door.

Of course, in hindsight, it was foolish to get rid of your phone, but there’s no way you could continue using it knowing all the memories stored in it.

What you didn’t know, was that when you threw it you somehow opened your emails, the email that contained the audio recording.

And so you left, leaving nothing but your phone. You ignored the looks in the lobby, your favourite neighbours giving you worried looks as they saw your state.

You got into the car, carelessly throwing your bags into the backseat. You reversed out of the spot, leaving Jake without another thought.

Jake could feel the dread in his chest as he entered the lobby, the same neighbours that saw you leave in a haste not yet seeing him and they whispered amongst themselves.

“Is yn alright? She just left in a hurry, she was crying pretty bad” Jake didn’t register their words until he reached his apartment, his hands on his knees as he caught his breath.

He had figured he’d get up faster if he ran up the stairs, the elevator always took ages to get down to the lobby.

He slammed open his door, tears falling once again as he noticed that all your belongings were gone. The only sound in his apartment was his own breathing, well that’s what he thought until he saw your discarded phone.

He walked towards it, jelly knees barely holding him up as he bent down to grab your phone. He felt acid rise up his throat, eyes widening as he heard the audio coming from your phone.

He knew you had found out the moment Sunghoon looked up at Jake with glassy eyes, shaking his head as he tried to get the words out. He didn’t waste a second before running out, ignoring his friends calling for him as the apartment door slammed behind him.

He was too late, he missed you by mere seconds. He didn’t have the chance to talk to you, to explain himself. This wasn’t how he wanted you to find out, he was planning countless ways that he would tell you.

That bet was Jake Sim’s biggest regret, but it wasn’t a mistake. Even if he was given the chance to go back and stop himself from accepting the bet, he would never do it. The time he spent with you was his favourite, you became his favourite person.

He didn’t know where he would go from here, but all he knew was that he needed to get to your apartment as soon as possible. And so he ran back down all flights of stairs, racing to his car as he sped towards you.

He didn’t know if you’d ever forgive him, but he needed to try. He loved you more than anything, even if it wasn’t genuine at first.

Jake Sim loved you, but after today you didn’t know if you believed that. If he loved you he wouldn’t have done this to you.

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janaknandini-singh999 · 4 months

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Being a king was a lovely business.

But it was also a lonely business.

How can that be? If you are surrounded by all people chanting your name from the top of their lungs like a war cry?

But what if you never wanted a war?

Any of that separation, agony and a cycle encompassing all of that just going on?

"Dharma" Ram told himself, closing his eyes

When Kaikeyi exiled him, he had looked at the dawn raising his hand to the sun, as if to reach out to the new life awaiting him now.

When Dashratha wept rivers, Ram had never seen his father this vulnerable. He wanted to console him, to cry with him, but he was bound to go away for his sake.

When Kaushalya, despite being the mother and the pain she'd face by her son's separation, she had blessed Ram to go, to do what he was meant to do.

When Shurpanakha's nose was cut off by his brother, Ram had closed his eyes tighter and sighed, knowing a war was inevitable now.

Before that, however, during the exile he was quite happy. Braiding his wife's hair by the river, pausing to look at her with loving eyes as he smiled.

"What is it?" Sita asked him, smiling back "Don't worry, swami. We will be back at our home before you know it. This exile is just by default."

"My love, for me any place with you is a honeymoon. Who cares about any exile?" He paused again to tug a stray hair behind Sita's ear "Just let me cherish this moment. Who knows when it will come to pass again?"

Sita cupped Ram's face which made him tear up a little bit "Nothing can separate us. Even if the world does, you shall be the only king and God to rule my heart forever."

"A king's duty is to serve. So, let me serve you, not rule." He whispered and kissed her hands

"As a king?" Sita raised her eyebrows in amusement, grabbing an opportunity to tease her ever solemn husband.

Ram shook his head, laughing "As your righteous and rightful darling lil husband, of course" and tickled her as the sounds of their laughter blended in with the gurgling of water and singing of the birds.

"What must it feel like to be the king, dada?" Bharat had asked him with dreamy eyes once when they were kids. Only if they knew.

"Everything ever." Ram would answer in the future

"Everything one would think they'd want.

In the end only to be a martyr,

Deemed by all as a God."

"Dada, please don't leave us alone!" Bharat cried and cried, finally taking his big brother's sandals to be placed on the throne.

The heart that breaks to keep everyone else's from breaking. Did the people love the king because of who he really was or just because of the sacrifices he made for them?

But there was one who loved him for who he really was.

Hanuman

He was moved by his devotion so that the warrior monkey soon became his family

He looked up now at the fireworks that burst in the sky

Fire

He had a strange relation with it

Fire, that ran in Lakshan's veins like rage. The fire of poison that almost took him away. Ram's world would've been long gone into darkness if he had lost his brother. But Hanuman rescued him, because of which Ram would forever be indebted to him.

Fire, that danced on Hanuman's tail. With which he set ablaze the whole kingdom of gold to ashes. The arrogance of a vast emperor defeated by the piety of "Jai Shri Ram"

Fire, that devoured Raavan's body with the flaming arrow launched by Ram. A festival that would be celebrated for eons to come.

And finally, fire that Sita had to enter for the agnipariksha. Ram knew nothing could touch her wife but for a brief second, he recalled Sati's trial and the grief Mahadev went through. He gripped his heart as a tear lingered by his eye, burning as intensely as the agni Sita was so calmly going into. But she emerged unscathed and Ram finally breathed relief.

What does it feel like to finally come home?

Ram looked around

Diyas lit up houses as far as the eyes could see

An inviting, slow flame of love, not violent fire

Rangoli adorning every doorstep in welcome

He could finally see his family, his brothers as they used to be when they were young, his parents desperate to see their son back, his people longing to touch his feet, Hanuman hugging him fiercely in between sobs and lastly, his wife's eyes numb with the happiness of reunion.

"Swami" she breathed as tears rolled down her cheeks

If he had cried earlier, they would've seen him as a weak king. Hanuman would've set the world ablaze if he saw his Ram upset. So would Lakshman. And Sita would even set herself on fire, all over again, a million times in a million births if that would ensure his happiness

But now Ram let go, all the tears he was holding back since what felt like forever

So? How does it feel?

"Prem" Ram told himself, closing his teary eyes and smiling, swaying his head silently to the tune which was on everyone's lips

Ram aayenge toh angnaa sajaungi

Deep jalaake diwali main manaungi

Meri jhopdi ke bhaag

Aaj khul jaayenge

Ram aayenge

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the-ninja-legacy-whip · 2 months

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Stormlight hc's!

This kinda blends with my general Sunshower hcs too (or maybe I'll just call both ship-versions Stormlight from now on for consistency), buuut either way it's Jay and Sunni:

Sunni first gains awareness of Jay at a science fair during her first year of high school (which would be Jay's second year). He won, but despite losing she was madly impressed.

Similar to Jesse with Cole, she was fine with adoring him from afar (until him coming to school without a scarf rocked her to the core so much that she had to make her existence known to him)

But because Jay's been so busy since, it's been hard for Sunni to intervene and talk to him again. Buuuuut maybe an opportunity is coming up soon.......

Sunni has six siblings, of which she is the middle child of the seven, as opposed to Jay being an only child. Jay loves the idea of a large family (and gets along well with all of Sunni's family) but Sunni always feels eclipsed (ha puns) at her house and likes the peace and attention she gets at Jay's parents house snksnksnk

Sunni initially doesn't wear her glasses around Jay, thinking they make her look less appealing—but oops she forgets to take them off during chemistry one day cuz she has to read something and Jay has a heart attack from how cute she looks

The Blue Ninja was always Sunni's favorite, because his eyes matched Jay's very pretty blue ones <3

...and after finding out that Jay is the Blue Ninja, she starts extra fussing over him over injuries she knows he must've gotten during battle (especially if shown on tv) and also tries to help him better monitor his energy usage (she is actually the one that fully cracks the equation for it)

Their relationship is so lowkey at first that the only reason anyone else catches onto it is because Sunni is suddenly wearing Jay's jacket at school one day. Both Kai and Cole have a heart attack over it. Nya does not care but she does

Jay always asks her about the weather as opposed to checking on the tv/internet because Sunni is always more accurate (and it helps him prepare in case he has to fly his jet that day)

The only thing Sunni can bake/cook on her own is cookies, and she loves making Jay gingersnaps. Jay never tells Zane, but, they are the best cookies he's ever had. Even better than Zane's muffins.

Their first "date" is at a boardwalk fair down at Ninjago City Docks. Jay finds out the hard way that Sunni is lactose intolerant (Sunni's super-embarassed about it but Jay's just guilty that he bought all that ice cream oh dear—)

Jay starts finding little yellow sticky notes tucked in the pockets/crevices of his gi when on missions, all full of positive reminders and little reinforcements <3

In turn, Sunni gets a bunch of pictures of glorious landscapes slipped into her locker, each of them with a breathtaking visage of the sky in various colors (or just some fascinating weather phenomena Jay may or may not have personally caused for a good photo op)

They only get to date for roughly about a year (aka the brief-ish timeframe in which Jaya is broken up), but it is a darn good year, and they enjoyed the time together too much to not stay as friends T-T)9

#into the ninjaverse #ninjago ocs #jay walker #oc: sunni dayes #stormlightshipping #tlnm #legacyverse #the ninja legacy whip #info tag #legacy spoilers

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koishua · 2 years

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ఌ︎ 𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘

heeseung 𖦹 he is the after hours streets when they finally light up, the traffic jam from hours before finally clearing up as few are left out in the open. he is the quietness of the roads, the lively crowd at the skateboard park and the suspenseful walks back home of workers having stayed overtime in the office. he is the nights that embrace young and in love couples returning from their dinner and cinema dates and he is the buzz of the few motorcycles speeding down the highway tunnels.

jay 𖦹 he is the blazing sun at noon at its peak, inviting everyone for a frozen delight or a day under the shades of the trees as a breeze dances by, tickling the nose of a child or putting a relieved smile on an artist out to paint en plein air. he is the heat rising off the asphalt and the bustling stores. he is the desk fan lazily spinning as a student tries to get their weekend homework done and he is the splashing of backyard pools.

jake 𖦹 he is the warm afternoon, everyone going back to their homes from a stressful and tiring day— the honking of impatient cars and the groans of exhausted students walking down the streets with heavy bags on their shoulders. he is an excited husky playing catch with its owner somewhere in town and he is the cries of parents warning their children to be careful outside and he is the café down the street with its outdoor seats filling up.

sunghoon 𖦹 he is the hour before dawn and the temperature at it's coldest, the sky that's so dark and only a select few awake. he is the relaxed snores and the grandfather clock's ticks and tocks that blend into a background noise as everything is silent. he is the cramming student for the test that morning and he is the RVs crossing between states and countries, on a road trip when nobody else is.

sunoo 𖦹 he is the pretty pink clouds— looking so much like everyone's favourite cotton candy— as the sun sets, the purples and yellows that mix into the vast sky. he is the flock of birds flying above people's heads, their colours indistinguishable as the dark starts settling in. he is the jazz in the air over big parks and in small diners, the busking artists and that one grandma and grandpa walking down the path by the river hand in hand.

jungwon 𖦹 he is the twinkling stars when it's pitch black outside, bonfires lit up and friends gather around, the smell of burnt marshmallows and the sound of happy laughter. he is the quick storm at night that pounds on roofs and windows and he is the insomniac unable to sleep, instead reading a book or playing a game of counting spots on their ceiling. he is the late night talks and he is the person finally being vulnerable with their partner, hushed whispers and reassuring touches.

riki 𖦹 he is the early morning breeze when the sun starts to awaken and the birds chirp a playful tune, children being woken up by their parents and alarm clocks and houses starting to liven up. he is when the temperature slowly warms up from the chilly night to welcome the swarm of people ready to take on the day. he is the sweet rush everyone seems to be in at seven to eight am and he is the jolly elderly out tending to their gardens as their neighbors pass by, greeting them with pleasant hellos.

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livealittleoc-cb · 1 year

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Fun Facts About the Babes~

There is NSFW elements within this post!

I thought this would be fun and cute to do if you want to ask them questions or interact with them through this post it’s totally open, I’m going to also link this in their profiles~

[Jay will be available for this post!]

Emilia is the healing feeling of having a hug after a long battle, the calming feeling of being taken cared of and having your worries float away

When trying to blend in the human world her eyes are an Emerald Green

Her natural eye color is are an amber yellow with mixes of light greens

When happy they are more yellow, when angry they turn into an army green and when sad they turn the palest of yellows

She smells like lovely herbs and flowers

Her favorite color is any green (she thinks she looks amazing in it)

Her favorite taste(s) are bitter and sour

In human terms, she is German and speaks German and English

When speaking in English she has the slightest of German accents

She knows basic Korean because of Joo

Her love language is gift giving and physical affection (giving), words of affermation (recieving)

An animal she can be described as is a cat

Since she doesn’t have that much magic, her powers are limited, for now, to potion making and healing magic

She loves to spoil the people she cares deeply about

She holds a lot of insecurites but, she’s getting better at over coming them

NSFW

When arroused her eyes turn into a jade green

Because of her insecurites she likes to be in control and will most possibly dom but with the right person she would sub

It would take someone she knows fully to get her to sub

More coming soon...

Jooheon is the calming time you spend with someone, no words, each doing your own activites and living in peace as one

When blending in with humans Jooheon’s eyes are the blackest black

His natural eye color is a warm hazel mixed with specks of white that look like stars

When happy the specks in his eyes seem to glow, when angry they turn a dark brown and when sad they lose their glow

When feeling strong emotions small stars appear around him, he finds it annoying

He smells like wet grass after a rainy day and a bit of musk

His favorite color(s) are greys and browns

His favorite taste(s) are spices (like cinnamon) and spicey

In human terms, he is Korean and speaks Korean and English

He speaks English with the slightest British accent since he lived in England for a bit

His love lanaguage is small shows of physical affection and quality time (giving and recieving)

An animal he can be describe as is a wolf

His magic revolves around the Element of Earth and his second specialty is Star/Galatic magic

At first he seems really cold and scary because of his height (even though he denies being tall) but in reality he is the sweetest person

Because of things in the past Joo tries to make himself as small as possible and as friendly as possible

Also because of these things he is scared of full on affection

He loves spending time with people even if it’s just sitting together doing nothing

He loves really hard and won’t give up on that love when he does fall

NSFW

When arroused his eyes turn a deeper purple with the same white specks that glow

Joo is a dom through and through but secretly (he will never voice this out) wants someone to force him into submission

A secret kink he has is primal play but will never say this out loud out of fear

More coming soon...

Diego is the sweet silence of someone listening to your every word, being attentive and holding on to every word as they enjoy your voice

When blending in with humans Diego’s eyes are dark brown almost black

His natural eye color is a sky blue with specks of yellow

When happy it looks like the sun is glowing with a reflective rainbow, when angry they turn a stormy grey and when sad they look cloudy and dark

He smells like a warm sun spot with hints of vanilla

His favorite color(s) are yellow and light blues

His favorite taste(s) are salty and sour

In human terms, he is mixed; African American and Columbian, he speaks some Spanish and full English

When speaking English he has the slightest bit of a New York accent

His love lanaguage is quality time and words of affermation (giving and recieving)

An animal he can be described as is a cat

His magic revolves around controlling and creating weather, he doesn’t have a lot of magic so it is limited to this

Diego is really sassy and tends to say things how they are

He does not tend to sugar coat things

He’s really chill, calm and tame but if you get close enough you’ll see he can be loud and roudy from time to time

He’s really caring but in a really blunt and hash type of way

NSFW

When arroused his eyes turn a deeper blue, almost a navy blue

He is very much a pillow prince, he will not change this

He likes to be taken cared of in bed before and after sex (a big contrast on how he is normally)

Lives for praise even though he won’t say anything

More coming soon...

Leo is sweet softness hidden behind overwhelming confidence and flirty remarks, a person who loves so much but is too scared to show it

When blending in with humans Leo’s eyes are a light brown

His natural eye color is a pretty and clear blue

When happy his eyes seem to swirl with white, when angry they turn the darkest of midnight blues and when sad they turn almost white

When feeling strong emotions, mainly anger or annoyance, wind currents start to blow around him

He smells like a sweet ocean breeze

His favorite color(s) are blue and white

His favorite taste(s) is salty

In human terms, he is Italian and speaks Italian and English

He speaks English with a bit of an Italian accent

He learned full Spanish from Ace and Jay

His love lanaguage is physical affection, you have to be really close for this though, and words of affermation (receiving)

An animal he can be describe as is a peacock

His magic revolves around the Element of Air/Wind, he is trying to specialize in Elemental Fire Magic

Leo is a massive flirt and tease

He isn’t used to real relationships, more so no strings attached and flings because of commitment issues

He secretly likes to sew and does it as a side hobby

He’s not scared to show off and call people out on their bullshit

Dirty Mind™️

He has a lot of love to give but tends to be a bit scared to show it

Doesn’t want anyone to see his agressive side and tends to have a strong hate for whoever is able to bring it out of him

NSFW

When arroused his eyes turn a dark blue with small swirls of white

If subbing, he loves to give his dom a hard time expect him to be super bratty, he needs to be put down a peg

If domming, he will tease till his sub is begging

He’s a hard dom but can be soft depending on his sub

Secretly loves being degraded

More coming soon...

Ace is the amazing and comforting physical affection you get from the one true person you love and care for; soft kisses and sweet loving words

When blending in with humans Ace’s eyes are a pretty hazel

His natural eye color is a pink

When happy his eyes turn a brighter pink, when angry they turn into a hot pink and when sad they turn pastel pink

When feeling strong emotions, mainly when flustered or happy, little hearts pop up around him, his pupils might turn to hearts too

He smells like a sweets shop or bakery

His favorite color(s) are pink, white and red

His favorite taste(s) are sweet and sour

In human terms, he is mixed, Mexican and Filipino; He speaks Spanish, English and Tagalog

He speaks English with the smallest bits of a Spanish accent, it’s barely there though

He learned full Korean from Jay and a little bit of Italian from Leo

His love lanaguage is physical affection and gift giving (giving)

An animal he can be describe as is a dog

His magic revolves around the Element of Water, as the next cupid to be he speacilizes in love magic as well

He loves hard and falls fast which has gotten him hurt many times in the past

No matter how many times he gets hurt though, he will never let go of the views he has on love

He loves hugs!

NSFW

When arroused his eyes turn a wine red

If subbing, Ace is the most obedient baby, he might get a little whiney from time to time though since he isn’t the most patient

He doesn’t like being teased either, makes him pouty and slightly bratty

If domming, he is the softest dom

He gives his partner the upmost praise and gentleness

Cares more for his partner’s pleasure over his own

Loves cuddles and kisses after sex

More coming soon...

Jay is a burning fire, one that looks hot and like it might burn you but if you dare to stick your hand in it feels oh so warm and relaxing

When blending in with humans Jay’s eyes are a brown

Her natural eye color is a black like coals with specks of orange and red

When happy her eyes turn into the warmest tones, when angry they turn a dark red and when sad they turn light grey

When feeling strong emotions, mainly when angry, annoyed or flustered, small balls of fire spark around her

She smells like dead roses with hints of coffee

When coming back from heaven the scent of vanilla lingers, when coming back from limbo the scent of ashes lingers and when coming back from hell/the underworld the scent of graveyards lingers

Her favorite color(s) are oranges, reds and greys

Her favorite taste(s) are spicey and sweet

In human terms, she is mixed, Spanish and Korean; she speaks Korean, Spanish (Spain Version) and English

She speaks English with a bit of a Spanish accent

She learned full Italian from Leo and a little bit of German from Emilia (she likes yelling at people in angry Spanish and German), Diego helped her with her English

Her love lanaguage is physical affection, you have to be really close for this though, words of affermation (receiving), gift giving (giving), quality time (giving and receiving)

An animal she can be described as is a dog

Her magic revolves around the Element of Fire, as the next Whisper of Souls (she hates this title with a passion) she also specializes in necromancy/dark arts magic

Things in the past have made her really closed off to people, it takes a lot to get her to be open

She is also really insecure with her looks and will never accept a compliment

Even if she denies it she’s a massive brat

Arson <3 that is all

Tattoos and piercings are a bit of a love language to her, she loves them and will get a tone more in the future

She tends to dye her hair often

She loves loves loves to bake

NSFW

When arroused her eyes turn a deep orange

She strictly is a sub and doesn’t feel completely comfortable domming

If spoken with her partner she might be willing to dom but might have to be guided through things

Loves neck kisses and hickies

Will never say it out loud but she enjoys the thought of being marked and owned

More coming soon...

This took me forever omg T-T but here we are have some facts about my little idiots, hope you like them!

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#random facts #🍹emilia.txt #✨jooheon.txt #☔diego.txt #🎐leo.txt #♥️ace.txt #💀jay.txt

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moonfruito · 2 years

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some more thoughts on how the riptide pirates look :) it is so impossible for jay to look like anything other than a ferin. the straight edge of her nose, the sharp angle of her jaw, the high jut of her cheekbones - you look at her and you see ancestry welded to her like a tree growing around a fence, but she takes what has been handed down to her and breaks it in like new leather. her pale skin, passed down from her father, unblemished before she left featherbrook, is now forever stained a sunburnt red across her nose and cheeks. she has freckles like ink splatters on rushed letters to mothers, like stars and constellations that guide sailors home. she has laugh lines and worry lines and dimples cut deep into the delicate white. she has soaked in the heat and light of the sun on the open sea and made the body she lives in hers, repainted the legacy she didn't want with sunlight and laughter. she reclaims her father's fire when his hair on her head lights up golden in the sunset. she has her mother's blue eyes, the blue of the navy that she ran from and the blue of the ocean she ran to and the blue of the sky of her mother’s birds. hers is a face that you've seen on countless navy posters, but she has vandalised all the careful cold calculation that you’ve seen before with passion and adventure, blended legacies and rebellions and love and found herself in the middle.

#or something or whatever #like i even Care #jay ferin #jrwi #jrwi riptide #jrwi jay #just roll with it #my textpost

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dustydahorse · 11 months

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Moi QCard Playlist reveal!

QCard Playlist: ‘Tea and Stars’ by DustyDaHorse

Seasons (Rival,Cadmium, Harley Bird) The yearning between Q and Jean-Luc, and about the loss of Q in Jean-Luc’s life

Your Love ‘Deja Vu’(Glass Animals) Q’s infatuation of Jean-Luc and his humanity (and sexy-ness)

Make Me Feel (Janelle Monae) Jean-Luc’s attraction with a creature as great as Q

E.T. (Katy Perry) Must I say more?

California Dreamin’ (Freischwimmer) come on, it was in Season 2 of Picard, must I say more?

Mary On A Cross (Ghost) Does Jean-Luc one day join Q? How does that play out?

Green Green Grass (George Ezra) The bois do be silly and whimsical together!

Moonlight Shadow (W&W, Groove Coverage) What if Jean-Luc died and Q could do nothing? What if the opposite happens?

Castle on the Hill (Ed Sheeran) Jean-Luc’s childhood blending with where he is now

By Our Side (Elektronomia Fatki, Sofuu) Q will care for Jean-Luc, no matter where he is

Walk Thru Fire (Vicetone) The lengths Q will go thru for Jean-Luc, and visa versa

House of Memories (Panic! At The Disco) Longing, revenge, retaliation...

Astronaut (Joe Brooks) Jean-Luc is a astronaut, Q a god...

Climb Higher (Pink Zebra, Benji Jackson) Q uplifting Jean-Luc, letting him know his potential

Kaleidoscope (A Great Big World) Q is wonderful and magical in Jean-Luc’s eyes

On My Way (Sheppard) going thru the motions of life

Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! ‘A Man After Midnight’ (ABBA) Longing, those longs nights Jean-Luc is without Q

In My Head (Jason Derulo) Q wants to do so much to and for Jean-Luc, but he needs to keep it to himself

Slow Down (Jim Yosef, Shiah Maisel) Jean-Luc constantly falls to something... stabbings, the Borg, torture, death... can Q help give him a break?

Bad Romance (Lady Gaga or Jay Smith) Enemies to Lovers lmao

Everything (Sunset Neon) 80s vibes and Jean-Luc being everything for Q

Give Me Everything (Pitbull, Ne-Yo) Jean-Luc should just give himself to Q, Q will treat him right!

Snow On The Beach ‘More Lana Del Rey’ (Taylor Swift, Lana Del Rey) Sapphic au QCard! It’s weird but fucking beautiful

Karma (Taylor Swift, Ice Spice) Q is karma, and Q is Jean-Luc’s boyfriend

Just Getting Started (Jim Yosef, Shiah Maisel) Q can show Jean-Luc so much more if he just let go

Won’t Look Back (BEAUZ, MOMO Soundz) Vacation? Break up? You decide!

Deer In The Headlights (Owl City) Q just can’t figure out how to seduce this bald ass captain!!

Kiss You (One Direction) Q just wants to kiss Jean-Luc

Left and Right (Charlie Puth, Jung Kook, BTS) Jean-Luc feels Q’s presence EVERYWHERE!

Replay (lyaz) Q’s always there for Jean-Luc, and the other way around

Ecstasy ‘Apple of My Eye’ (Strawberry Switchblade) Q’s in loooovvvveee~~~

It Ain’t Me (Kygo, Selena Gomez) Jean-Luc loves Q, but doesn’t want to deal with his chaotic bs all the time (until he does)

Just Give Me A Reason (P!nk, Nate Ruess) will they? won’t they? oh the longing, the miscommunications

Lay All Your Love On Me (ABBA) come onnnnnn

We Found Love (Rihanna, Calvin Harris) a human and a Q in space, soo strange, sooooo pretty

SNAP (Rosa Linn) another one of those, come on! You know why! *snap*?

Uptown Girl (Billy Joel) Why can’t Q impress Jean-Luc? He’s sooo prissy!

Discord (The Living Tombstone) YOU KNOW WHYYYYY

A Sky Full of Stars (Coldplay) Q is Jean-Luc’s guiding star

My Universe (Coldplay, BTS) Jean-Luc is Q’s entire universe

Love (Garrison Ulrich, John Kenza) Q needs to admit to Jean-Luc that he loves him

The Power Of Love (Huey Lewis & The News) hehehehe another self explanatory one

One Foot (WALK THE MOON) exploring the galaxy, together

C’est La Vie (B*Witched) Say you will, say you won’t...

Goodbye Yellow Brick Road (Elton John) trauma changes you, and changes relationships

Shooting Star (Owl City) space motifs, and the two looking to each other

Maybe in The Morning (Raynes) can the two of them just be honest with each other?

May be added:

Camel By Camel (Sandy Marton) archaeologist and sexy Jean-Luc...

GUY.EXE (Superfruit) Q’s the perrrfffeccct man for Jean-Luc (sort of)

Jean-Luc Picard (Sexy Finger Champs) YOU SHOULD KNOW WHYYYY

#qcard #piQard #q/picard #q x picard #jean luc picard #q star trek #Star Trek TNG #my little playlists... my little playlists...

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bluiex · 1 year

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When you be trying to write for a Cult AU, but snippets of other ideas leak in... hmmm

Scar would not recommend growing wings, sure they are neat afterward, but the pain was horrible. Grian helped him through it, though mostly it was making bird sounds of distress as Jimmy and Tango were the ones who deal with the blood. Given Scar's screams woke almost everyone near them up. So there were some slight problems with soulmates that Grian hadn't foreseen, but Scar was doing fine now... sort of.

Having new appendages, then spending the next day achy and sore wasn't easy. Scar was uneven on his feet, the new weight was odd, and top it off with his bones now being hallow so he felt much lighter. Grian was steady with him, trying to teach him the best he could.

Plus keeping them... tucked was annoying. The darn things just seemed to like to spread out at any given moment, and learning to control the joints was slow. Jimmy thought it was funny, but Scar wasn't sure why. Muttering things to Tango, who was snickering as well.

Jimmy was an avian himself, and mostly left the talking and learning up to Grian. But clearly, they weren't telling him something, and each time Scar groaned at how he was having trouble closing his wings, Grian was no help and just stared at him.

They were pretty wings though, with soft blues, whites, and blacks that blended into the sky, and feathers that shimmered in the sunlight. They were still trying to find out what bird he was. Tango said he might be a Blue Jay, which made others giggle. Blue Jays were noisy birds, and bold ones at that, known to dive bomb anything that came near their nest.

Scar huffed a bit trying to smooth down the feathers on his wings, and close them again. "Grian, how do you even do this!?" he whined a bit, he liked having wings, they were cool, but caring for them was a little harder than Scar thought. Though Grian seemed to enjoy helping him preen... and never really teaching Scar how to preen by himself. Like Scar knew how to preen for someone else, but it was a bit different on yourself. And getting the back feathers was a little challenging.

Also Grian would make more bird sounds than normal and seemed to be catching himself each time. Laughing it off in a tight tone, Scar pouted through it. Wings also had a mind of their own, anytime Scar thought he was getting the hang of things, he'd hold out his arms in a happy gesture, only for them to snap open with him. And Grian seemed to always choke on his own breath, spending the next few minutes coughing as Scar was trying to close them again.

Alright, what was up with that? What was Jimmy not telling him, and why was Grian acting so weird!? Scar decided to find out for himself and march over to the Ranch. Leaving Grian to regain his breath and flushed face.

He would find out what was going on, and maybe learn how to get these wings to not fluff up at any moment Grian would touch the feathers. And... maybe Jimmy wouldn't laugh too long this time when he told what happened.

Clueless Scar, he goes in to say Grian's name and show him what he found, only for his wings to be like "FUCK ME!" I'm laughing at my own mental image of this.

HAHA YES THIS IS PERFECT

Scar just so desperately doesn't want them to just open up like that- presenting- but they just DO, no motor control what so ever lmao and poor Grian is suffering the consequences

#bluie gets an ask poggers #long post #dlsmp scarian

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cboffshore · 29 days

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Hey there - I'm Lila!

If you're seeing this, it could mean any of the following: you're already a mutual, you like Ninjago, you really like Ninjago's infamous (ha!) sixth season Skybound, or you know me from something else entirely. Or it's none of those and you've just taken a super wrong turn. No matter what - I'm glad you're here!

Join me under the cut for a more detailed look at my account, or just venture off on your own - the choice is yours.

WHO I AM & WHERE TO FIND ME

You can call me Lila! I've been around the Ninjago fandom since 2011 under a whole bunch of different names and accounts, with all the bizarre stories and memories to show for it. Now, though, you can find me under one of two handles: @cboffshore (here and on Twitter, where I'm not as active as I used to be) or OffshoreWriter over on AO3.

My title as Skybound Analysis PhD holder was born from a joke (initially given to me when I overanalyzed Skybound's color scheme and then Flintlocke's development in a Discord server) but grew into, well, not a joke; I take Skybound about as seriously as someone can take a toy commercial cartoon. Through all of my years in the Ninjago fandom, I've never seen a season as misunderstood and contentious as Skybound. Unfortunately, I happen to like it a lot for what it is, and I'm willing to defend it very hard (but don't get me wrong, I know it's got flaws! I'm not completely nuts!). Read this ask for a detailed overview of my position on Skybound analysis.

Outside of Ninjago overanalysis, I'm into a few other things: crocheting, the occasional piece of digital art, music (special faves include I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME, Fall Out Boy, and My Chemical Romance), and Bionicle (but only on a casual "wow cool vibes and killer writing" basis because that timeline does NOT make sense to me.).

SOME STUFF I DO

The best way to get into my work is just to explore all the nooks and crannies of my blog, but for those of you in a rush, here are links to some of my favorite projects:

On Sea, Sunlight, and Sky, aka OSSAS, is what I'd consider the crown jewel of my AO3 catalog: a Nya-centric series diving into her experience during the last few episodes of Skybound. Updated every December until I decide to lay her to rest (which, by the looks of it, will be the 2024 installment), this is my longest-term project that exemplifies how I approach Skybound as a season. If you only check out one corner of my work, make it OSSAS. You can find all things OSSAS under #ossas tag here on my blog (newcomers beware of spoilers!)

Yours To Keep: Rethinking Skybound Through Fashion is an older project of mine that blends fashion design and Nadakhan character analysis. As in, I drew a trio of banger outfits and then wrote essays about what all their details meant. Trust me on this, it's a cool one! (This is a holdover from when my fandom involvement was almost exclusively Ninjago character analysis-based couture fashion art... you can thank Giles Panton for that.)

Sorrow is All The Rage: An Analysis of Sexual Assault in Jay-Centric Skybound Fanfiction is a two (technically, three) part essay detailing my attempts to come to terms with the (frankly rather concerning) trend of gratuitous SA inclusion in a surprising swath of popular Skybound fanfiction. (Spoiler alert: I still think it's weird as hell and I haven't come to terms with it... but I have gotten way better at using the block button to keep it out of my line of sight.) The link in the title will take you to part one; part two is linked at the end, and part three's mini update is lurking somewhere in those tags. Please note: this essay is not an attack, or a condemnation, although it may come across that way at times. This was written largely as a vent piece about an issue that has disturbed me deeply and affected how I go about interpreting Skybound, and that definitely impacted my tone. If you'd like to reference this for any reason, or if you have any questions, please shoot me an ask or DM.

#Lila speaks #Lila writes #pinned post

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thunder-jolt · 1 year

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May I ask for some general Copperhead headcanons when you have the time please?

Okay, sure. Why not?

Justice League Copperhead Headcanons!

(NOTE: Most of these aren't canon, don't take them as canon.)

Copperhead attempts to be intimidating (which succeeds sometimes) but deep down, he just wants to be loved and noticed by his allies; who all of them thought he was just another weak rogue in the gallery.

Copperhead tends to keep things secret to himself, but when something about himself is known to some folks; he becomes a flustered mess, badly.

He likes to be alone but tends to have separation anxiety if someone he likes either dies (or betrays him for that matter.)

His music tastes tend to be mixed on certain occasions. When he's in love, he tends to listen to love songs (like say "Come a Little Bit Closer" by Jay and The Americans), or if he's in a depressing mood; he tends to listen to songs with somber mood or perhaps a little sad jazz or some blues, like a jazz cover of Mr. Blue Sky.

He closets most of his emotions so he could blend in with the rogues, but such a closet can't handle such strong emotions, which tends to get him into anxiety breakdowns.

He likes things tropical and dreams of living in a jungle where he can feel free and unbound from the terrible coils of reality. Only a man can dream.

He likes fruits like Guava and Lychee.

#justice league copperhead #copperhead justice league #dc copperhead #copperhead dc #copperhead #copperhead headcanons #ask #my ask is open #my ask box is open

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astonishinglegends · 7 months

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Ep 269: The Hitchhiker of Mogollon Rim

"The trickster is found worldwide. Superficially, his tales seem little more than entertaining stories for children, but they encode important truths. The trickster is central to many religious beliefs, and some of the tales are sacred. In fact, a number of cultures permit only a few persons to tell the stories and restrict when they can be told because they have a power of their own." -- "The Trickster and the Paranormal," by George P. Hansen

Description:

The Mogollon Rim in northcentral Arizona is a geological landform that spans around 200 miles east to west, demarking the southern boundary of the Colorado Plateau in the state. This topographical feature is classified as an escarpment where wide and steeply sloping cliffs and rock masses delineate the high pine-covered plateau on the northern side, which receives cold winter temperatures and light snow from the desert-like conditions below to the south. This transitional nature provides a habitat for significantly varying types of plants and animals. Perhaps because of Mogollon Rim’s liminal nature, this variance is claimed by many to also extend to creatures and phenomena that dwell beyond our understanding. Accounts and legends of UFOs, supernatural occurrences, and even its own brand of a hominin-like beast known as the “Mogollon Monster” are familiar to the territory. The supernatural element became all too real for our guest, Jay, who endured a terrifying encounter while working as a wildlife biologist for the Arizona Game and Fish Department. While studying black bears in the rugged canyons and terrain of the Rim, Jay encountered an impossible stranger in a pretty unlikely place, one that insisted on getting a ride. But who or what was this thing, and what was their intention? An ancient spirit known to the Native American cultures of the region or a physical being with mystical powers masquerading as a weird human? While it is never advisable to pick up strangers, it seems that one may be compelled to give a ride to a hitchhiker on Mogollon Rim, maybe as just a playful reminder that humans are not the apex of the paranormal food chain.

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Escarpment

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The Mogollon Monster from Weird U.S.

“Bigfoot sightings abound in early Rim Country history” from the Payson Roundup, Tuesday, March 1, 2016

“Arizonan Legends” from the Horizon Sun, April 1, 2017

“Rim Country Places” from the Rim Review, January 22, 2014

“Ask Clay: Gather round for tales of the Mogollon Monster” from azcentral.com

“Searching for the Mogollon Monster” from Williams - Grand Canyon News

“Story, video: Apaches go public with Bigfoot sightings: 'It cannot be ignored any longer'“ from Tucson.com

“40 years later: Most documented UFO sighting, abduction still draw interest” from the White Mountain Independent

The Mogollon Monster YouTube channel

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Arizona Game & Fish Department

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tuloblurbs · 2 years

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a little jai x bhairava blurb as promised, a week later. this is just a setup for their meeting and their proper interaction would follow in the next part. hope y'all like it ! ♡

「 udaigarh ⋅ 1608 CE 」

“ princess, this isn't going to work out. . . please, reconsider. this isn't right, ” the lady-in-waiting, chandrima, made an urgent plea, turning to the court lady to attempt at convincing the royal heiress.

the older woman stepped forward although the princess didn't spare either of them a glance, dressing herself up in commoner clothing. a maid hesitantly helped her in the process.

“ yuvarani— ” she implored, voice firm, “ this careless behavior would prove to be a mistake, my instincts tell me. please listen to us. ”

a bubbly voice retorts, “ and my instincts tell me, something fun will unfold. ”

wrapping a dull cotton scarf as a veil covering her face, all but her eyes. the smile that pulls up on her lips is hidden away, though her excitement is evident in her eyes.

“ chinnamma, don't be so stiff. you've spent half your life caring for my mother and then me, ” mitravinda spoke adamantly, handing the extra set of commoner clothing to the reserved woman.

( * mother's younger sister )

“ now is your chance to live a little— or ensure my safety, ” she shrugged, “ your choice. ”

manorama raised the princess, of course she knew when she had made up her mind. wondering where she had gotten this stubbornness from, she accepts the clothing with a sigh.

“ but wait— ” chandrima began, only to be interrupted by the lady, who was quite tenacious herself.

“ i will not report this venture to his majesty so as long as your royal guard comes along. ”

“ yes, yuvarani, if kala bhairava is with us, there's nothing to fear, ” the maid encouraged.

one of them had to concede, and with an opportunity like this, mitravinda had to allow a small inconvenience for the sake of her fun.

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the market was bustling with people enjoying the ‘ manmadhaga ’ festival celebrating love with plenty sweets, fragrant flowers, costumes and elegant performances. her heart raced.

she had heard a few maids talking about the cupid's star appearing once in spring every year. there was a firm belief that viewing it in the night sky after giving an offering to the cupid would grant you eternal love.

with guruji speaking of looking for potential suitors for her, mitravinda realized that she wished for a marriage born out of love than some arrangement. and while she could not actively avoid it, she had to do what all she could to invite her soulmate into her life.

“ yuvara— ” mitravinda clicked her tongue at her maid who had just returned with the offering items. she corrected herself quickly, “ i mean, my lady, there's the temple. shall we go? ”

manorama sighed as they walked ahead with a skip in their step, but she wouldn't bother discouraging the princess now. it was a foolish belief anyway, it's no way to change your fate.

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the guard blended into the crowd, following the trio from a safe distance as ordered. he was alert, surveying the surroundings and taking in the new atmosphere.

a festival promising true love? he didn't believe it but to each their own, he supposed. he did understand the princess' eager attempt to avoid marrying a man she couldn't love. after all, only he knew of her attraction to women — if anything, she would be inviting a forbidden romance.

his sword was hidden away the same as his handsome features save for the striking eyes. leaving their shoes outside, they enter the rock temple with silver designs said to have been carved by the first king of udaigarh, inviting love and misfortune together. that was why the royal family refrained from attending the celebrations, much less make a mention.

vibrantly decorated with diyas and colorful rangoli designs earnestly made by hopeful maidens, it was hard to gauge that it had been abandoned by their rulers for it was so well cared for by the commoners and some faithful nobles who had found their match through this activity that it became a tradition for generations.

parrots flew around the area, perched upon arches and blooming trees with their little whistles and singing, the sort that only arrive at this time of the year.

a crowd had gathered around the hall, watching some performance. seeing as the princess had taken an interest to it, bhairava stepped closer to watch as well, a new curiosity bubbling within.

a woman sang while another performed with such ease and rhythm to her steps. midway, a man joined smoothly, donned in a black-gold costume, strangely erotic in the way he moved despite the innocence in their choreography.

the man had strong shoulders, arms much alike a warrior, yet his body danced as though he were elegance personified. even the woman dancing along couldn't match up to the grace he radiated so naturally.

casting a glance at the ladies, he found them rooted in their spot, captivated. as was he, but bhairava was of sound mind enough to not neglect his duty.

only then does he hear a low, masculine voice singing a melodious tune.

⋆ won't you hear my prayers and answer the call of my heart, o' manmatha? ⋆

as if speaking right to him, their eyes meet and the man danced exuding longing with those expressive eyes. in a crowd of people, only bhairava found himself breathless, incapable of tearing his eyes from the dark hues pulling him into a trance-like state.

⋆ my love, must you close the door to the pull of my voice? do you not crave my presence against yours? ⋆

bhairava himself was mesmerized as the other danced, the music and the lyrics leading up to a more intimate ending. a small frown creeps onto his lips when the woman joins her partner, embracing him with a sensuality he was both fascinated and annoyed by. still, the royal guard could not deny the beauty of it all, especially when their eyes met once more at the end, the smile pulling up on the male dancer's face making his own heart flutter.

the lightly-tuned bells ringing indicated that offerings have begun, and so he tore his gaze unwillingly and followed along the princess, prioritizing his duty over his curiosity.

as he leaves, he steals a quick glance of the man, unsure what he intended to do with the image captured behind his eyelids yet treasuring it for now.

what had fate planned for these blissfully unaware souls?

the first meeting of #jairava ! did i capture their essence alright? as always, feedback and critique is always appreciated. i hope my vision translated here to some extent. i plan to write another part with a proper interaction, but let's see how this goes.

#( jai )#( ravana )#( mov: jai lava kusa )#( bhairava )#( harsha )#( mov: magadheera )#( ship: jairava )#jairava

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 7-8

Okay by why is Dareth out of everyone helping Nya, Cole, and Lloyd save Jay

Are Kevin and Dan self inserts-

Lloyd: who are they? Retrieval experts?

Dareth: better! Screenwriters.

I also saw these two random dudes in the jail and they were given lines and everything istg these are self inserts 💀

Also theyre voices sound abnormally normal

Everyone else in the show has a sort of distinctive or exaggerated voice

Not to mention how normal their outfits are. something I would actually wear in real life.

These are just some guys

The plan to recreate the sky pirates airship to blend in is actually a good idea

Lloyd: Ar! Yee.. matey, we be be, becoming pirates!

Dan and kevin:…

Kevin: okaaay thinking on the fly, the green one wont do dialects.

Dan: the mute pirate!

The dialect teacher: (teaching Cole and Nya)

Lloyd: (following their movement and swaying but not saying anything with a smile on his face)

I bet Lloyd loved pirates when he was little

This must be so fun for him :)

The airjitzu master after nadakhan stole him and his temple: This is me and my pupils home! You cant take it!

Nadakhan: And get rid of those peaky ghosts as well 🙄 theyre so last season

HDNSIFNSNR

The way Nya and Cole are hoping Jays okay 🥺

COLE FOUND JAY!!! WHAT I DONT REMEMBER THIS HAPPENING?!?!?!?

Jay sounds so pained :(

God I really wish Ninjago had like, a cartoon style like she-ra or spiderverse. Coles helping Jay stand and Jays voice actor is doing such a good job in sounding in pain but this would hurt so much more if we could SEE it.

They apologized to each other 🥹

Clancy (looking away): now here are the rules you need to follow new crewmates!-

Lloyd: (trying his fucking best as the mute pirate to mime to Nya that her mustache is falling)

Nya: 🤨

Lloyd: your mustache…

Clancy: hey! I thought you were mute

Lloyd: its a fucking miracle!

Huh, okay. So not only can the ninja not summon their dragons if they’re fearful, but they cant if they’re too drained or exhausted.

That makes a lot of sense actually

I love when powers come hand in hand with like health and stuff

They all got captured 😐

I hate that Nyas alone with Nadakhan

Jay: Thanks for trying to save me but maybe it would’ve been better if you guys never came…

Damn.

God Nadakhans so creepy…

Cole: Nya! Dont do it! Itll make Nadakhan all powerful-

Nadakhan: The black one goes first.

ik Coles the black ninja but the poc Cole headcanon has made me double take and go “🤨” to a few lines

DID NYA JUST FLIP DOGSHANKS HFJNSJF Holy shit

If I had a nickel for everytime an ancient item could collect elemental masters powers, id have two nickels, which isnt a lot but its weird it happened twice right?

STOP. MAKING. WISHES.

Lloyd: We have to be wiser for what we wish for!

Jay: NO. NOT WISER. QUIETER. NO. MORE. WISHES.

Coles getting his wishes twisted

Lloyds trying to think this through

And Nyas just wasting wishes💀

Like girl its not that hard to just NOT say ‘wish’

LLOYDS OLD?!?!?! 😭bfjdjfnfjsnt

Its so funny that the youngest became the oldest

Thats also scary though

Imagine the kid you swore to take care of turned 90 in a second

Lloyd: i see beyond the now..! Youll need your wish when its said from the heart

Love when age and wisdom gives you future vision

Jay: SAID FROM THE HEART?!?!? HEARTS DONT TALK!!!!

FUSION DRAGON!!!

How does that even work though

An electric and water dragon should be killing both Nya AND jay.

Wait so Cole and Lloyd used all their wishes. How is nadakhan gonna trap them in his sword now?

CLANCY NO DONT WISH THEM AWAY

Clancyyy :(

Nya riding the dragon while Jays sitting behind her is giving me movie Nya and her motorcycle vibes

so its just Nya and Jay now

And the whole police force I guess.

But what were they ever good for.

Oooooo a safe house

Wonder where it is.

Zanes dad’s lighthouse!!!

WAIT WAIT WAIT IK WHOS IN THERE

Jay: No no, let me row the boat, you saved me last time, let me do this for you :)

Awww thats sweet

Jay: Either way, a gentlemen NEVER lets a lady row.

Aaaand you ruined it.

Flintlockes getting reaaal suspicious of Nadakhan…

MUTINY! MUTINY! MUTINY!

that was kinda pathetic…

Jay: (venting his heart out about how this is all his fault)

Nya: Jay-

Jay: (continues venting)

Nya: JAY. Shut up. 😀

Jay: I know I know, you dont wanna hear it-

Nya: No- JAY. we’re not alone.

ECHOECHOECHOECHO

Jay: (cowering behind Nya)

Nya: I thought you were supposed to be protecting me?!?

Jay: I thought you were over that!

ECHO!!!!

Does anyone have any fic recs where Jay and Nya take echo with them????? Bc ik they leave with echo but we never see him again.

Clancy deserves better :(

Its actually kinda sweet how Jay wants to protect Nya

Little robot: (steals echos chess piece)

The seagulls: (trying to alert echo of what little robot just did)

Echo (looks back): Wait… How did you..?

Little robot: 🤷

Echos so cute 😭

I love Jay and Nya 🥺 theyre so sweet and it makes me genuinely like their relationship when they aren’t fighting

Nya fixed up Echo!!!

Nya: Its nothing… its just, both of you seem so convinced you have a future with me.

Nya: what voice do I have in all this? All my life , my identities been defined by someone else. First I was Kais sister, then I was your horrible girlfriend!

Nya: Even when I wanted to be Samurai X sensei told me no…

Nya: I just want the choice to be who I wanna be.

I feel so bad for her.

See THIS is why shes my favorite. I literally love her sm.

Her character is just so dynamic and well written

I really hope the ninjago writers dont tear down her characterization and make her bland in newer seasons

Fuck theyre here.

Nya: Lights, camera, ACTION! (flash-bombs nadakhans crew)

Dogshank: OW! You pulled my hair?!??! WHAT KIND OF WARRIOR PULLS HAIR???

Nya: One that is woefully undersized!!!

Jfjdjdbfhsjdnsjrn

Fuck this being about Jay. This is Nyas season.

Jay: Whatever you do! Dont pull that lever!

Doubloon: ? (looks at the lever) 😈 (pulls lever)

Jay (falls through escape trap door): Thanks! :D

GO ECHO GO

Aw echo :(

Nya: (pouring her heart out and confessing she’s always loved him and wants to protect him and for him to go through the travelers portal)

Jay: (goes for a kiss)

Nya: (fucking shoves him in the portal)

Nya. Girl. Ik this was like, an act of love. But if you marry the djinn, hes gonna be all powerful.

Like, its great that you believe Jay can save you later and stop the wedding. But you could have just left. If Jay got captured he’d still be able to make the ‘i wish you were never a djinn’ wish.

Nadakhans so creepy. I hate him and hope he dies.

#ninjago #lego ninjago #Rwatching Ninjago #skybound

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Sky High (2005)

If you’re making a movie about a high schooler torn between his friends and the popular clique, you’re not going to beat Mean Girls - so what can you do? Add an extra element to make it different. On their own, the high school and superhero elements of Sky High would be forgettable. Together, they make this the kind of movie you’d enjoy as a kid, fondly remember for years, revisit later on and be pleased to see that it holds up.

Will Stronghold (Michael Angarano) is the non-powered son of The Commander (Kurt Russell) and Jetstream (Kelly Preston), the world’s most popular superheroes. He hopes his first day at Sky High - a school for superheroes - will unlock his potential. Although he and his friends are relegated to the “Hero Support” (sidekick) department, he catches the eye of beautiful Gwen Grayson (Mary Elizabeth Winstead). When his powers finally manifest, he begins hanging out with Gwen and the popular crowd, just as Royal Pain - his parents' nemesis presumed dead for 16 years - reemerges.

You can probably see where this story is going. At the end of the day, the “cool kids” are not the people Will can depend upon; it’s his childhood friend Layla (Danielle Panabaker) who is secretly in love with him and can manipulate plants along, with the sidekick misfits: Ethan “Popsicle” Bank (Dee Jay Daniels) who can melt into a puddle of goo, Magenta Lewis (Kelly Vitz) who can turn into a guinea pig, and Zach Braun (Nicholas Braun) who glows in the dark. If Sky High deviated from the formula more, had richer characters, or took a few more chances, it would be a better film. The movie can tell us that sidekicks and heroes should be treated equally all it wants, but Puddle Kid won’t be saving the day anytime soon and the story fails to make him cool by showing him use his ability to crawl beneath doors to spy on people or combining his skills with smarts or martial arts. Similarly, it’s not like Will confronts his father and persuades him to apologize to Royal Pain for the anguish he made them feel while they were in school together; Royal Pain is just evil and needs to be dealt with the old-fashioned way. There’s another layer of depth and intelligence that could’ve been unlocked.

With that said, the movie has a good number of jokes and when the high school and superhero genre are blended, it works well. Bruce Campbell has a small role as Coach Boomer. He provides some big laughs as he puts the new recruits through trials and comments on their potential - or lack thereof. Equally funny are the scenes in “superhero support” class. The teacher, All-American Boy (Dave Foley) is so lame he deserves no respect. The dubiously useful skills he teaches are showcased in a couple of montages that prove this movie knows the superhero genre and has fun both referencing it and poking fun at a few aspects too.

Sky High is at its best when it’s making you laugh but the teenage drama stuff works fairly well too. In the cafeteria, Will has to contest with Warren Peace (Steven Strait) who holds a grudge against the Stronghold family for imprisoning his supervillain father. The story by Paul Hernandez, Bob Schooley & Mark McCorkle makes him more than just a bad guy. Not that the one-dimensional bullies (played by Will Harris and Jake Sandvig) are bad. Actually, they’re fun in a Bulk and Skull kind of way. I just wish the film blended its two genres more consistently in the second and third acts. There is substance in the scenes of Will and his father talking. His heroic abilities are our world's equivalent of being a star football player but the further we go on, the more detached from reality the characters and the story becomes. There are some twists along the way that make the conclusion quite a lot of fun, however.

While Sky High lacks originality, it uses its tried-and-true elements well. It’s good, family-friendly entertainment with a fair number of smartly written bits and some good character moments. (January 8, 2021)

#Sky High #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Mike Mitchell #Andrew Gunn #Kelly Preston #Michael Angarano #Danielle Panabaker #Mary Elizabeth Winstead #Kurt Russell #2005 movies #2005 films

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Cold Waves @ Warsaw; September 15 & 16, 2022.

If I told you that I was feeling shaky going into attending Cold Waves, you’d write me off instantly. Why would I still feel nervous about attending shows? Sure, the event is everything, but every trip to grandiose New York City is still a major thing for me. It’s still feels like uncharted territory and I’m still not over it but it has everything Long Island fails to provide: the venues, the people, the exciting energy, and an allure I still can’t put my finger on. It’s all for the taking, whereas on Long Island I had way more than enough. Also: anxiety. (Film at 5.)

I was only mere days away and I had to get ready for two straight nights of taking trains to and from Brooklyn. Cold Waves would be the third show I’d attend this year - fourth if I cared going to Ministry’s “Industrial” Strength tour which I didn’t go to. I was a frantic wreck anticipating this industrial legends / synthwave festival. The tremors in my black heart would stop only if I finally arrived at Warsaw. It’s my third visit there. The first was for Hospital Productions’ 20th Anniversary and the second was for Black Marble and Cold Cave on a hot June day - before my world, my momentum, and soul were all upended.

I don my black cap, a Clock DVA shirt, blue jeans, black boots and new black leather jacket. It’s sunny out, a hazy blue sky is being invaded by cumuluses all over the place - perfect conditions for an afternoon drive westward on the Long Island Expressway, down on Sagtikos Parkway, through Southern State to Rt. 231, and heading south to Rt. 27A to the Babylon station. I took no chances catching the earlier one-hour train to Penn Station, then hopped on the ‘E’ line to Court Square’s ‘G’ line to Greenpoint Ave. The train ride was bliss as hardly anyone was on it.

It was 6:15 PM when I stepped off the G and went upstairs to Greenpoint, my favorite Brooklyn neighborhood. It only took me 15 minutes to walk a few blocks down to Driggs Av. in Kings County’s Polish neighborhood. It’s only 6:30 PM and already I’m being greeted by a crowd of three at the very front of the line. One of them saw my DVA shirt and gave me two thumbs up. “Great shit, man!”, he said. I smiled and my heart rate went up 20.00% knowing I made the right choice of t-shirt for night #1 of Cold Waves. I found myself standing at the exact same spot on line more than four years ago when I waited to enter the venue for Cold Cave and Black Marble. It was that very corner where Wes Eisold stood with Genesis P. Orridge before that show. Doors open at 7 PM as all of us trudge towards the venue for our security checks before entering paradise where I’m immediately hit with the smell of incense, a special smell distinct to my Brooklyn travels and nowhere else.

The music existed before the beginning of time and it was pumping. No wonder - DJ Andi (Harriman) was behind the wheels of steel. She’s a fixture of the neighborhood where she fit perfectly with the industrialists and synth-wave demographic that populate there. With me being 15th in line, I won a spot up front. As always without fail. I was feeling great about what was about to go down for the next five hours. The first person I thought of was my Roman goth friend Lira* who I wished was there with me. She would’ve blended in with all these vampires, witches, and mistresses attending; many walking around wearing 242, Wax Trax, Pig, Pigface, Hocico, and Twin Tribes shirts.

7:45PM is here. The dee-jay fades out, the overheads turn off and the first act is ready to go. Cold Waves is finally underway.

Spike Hellis was the first of ten on the roster and kicked off the entire festival. The fresh Los Angeles duo have enjoyed a new sizable uptick of exposure. They were active and had lots of energy on stage; a theme that they’d set the tone for the entire program. Their fast-paced EBM, electro, and electronic hybrid was a fine example of the current sound that Los Angeles had to offer. Both Cortland Gibson and Elaine Chang traded instrumental and (screaming) vocal duties with each other while conveying themes of agony, control, rage, emotional despair, and submission that rubber-stamped their own pandemic-era, all accentuated at the end with an annoyed Chang dealing the finger to an audience member as the cherry on top. Who knows what happened there? What I do know was that someone threw an empty beer can at them during their set and security called him out on it; eyes and pointy fingers in his direction with a one-and-final warning not to do it again.

For those wondering why Rein is being highly praised all over, you’ll see why. One of two solo acts, Rein wasted no time taking the stage and it wasn’t long for her to show everyone why she’s one of the most talked-about synthwave acts of recent. It’s not just her razor-sharp EBM delivery and style but also her choreography which made her perfectly groove to the music. She can seriously move it like no other and also delivered plenty of hard-edged sounds of equal measure. It was more than enough to ask who the fuck Shakira was, because she’s got nothing on her. It wasn’t just Rein who was motioning to the music. I look to my right and seen a good number of people getting into it, too; such as the guy three spaces away from me who happened to be wearing a gas mask through her set. After she closed out her set came another intermission. The next three legendary acts have yet to come into play and right behind me are three belligerent drunks (one male and two females) fighting over who bumped into who, not saying ‘excuse me’, who stood where, and lots of name-calling and f-bombs lobbed at each other’s slovenly faces. Not a dull moment so far.

Portion Control was the third and most enduring act of the festival with their debut cassette release A Fair Potion dating all the way back to 1980. I’ve constantly heard of them through new-wave, industrial, and synthwave circles. It’s my first go at them and Wow. They. Nailed. It. They became one of the very few artists I ever discovered to give me a perfect example of everything I was looking for on the very first listen. Perhaps the hungriest, meanest, and venomous act I discovered live or not. I may have caught them at their best ever and it lead me to the three Seed e.p.’s. Onstage, Dean Piavanni was a vocally sinister, persuasive, and direct force who could’ve easily taken on the audience (and would’ve won); as Jon Whybrew was on the controls transmitting ultra-energetic and juiced-up EBM and industrial techno for the small masses. It was the most exciting payout of the night so far.

If there was ‘the’ reason that attending Cold Waves was an absolute must, it was the team of former Wax Trax and Ministry members Paul Barker and Chris Connelly. They are part of the reason why everyone had some of the best moments of their lives and made for some of the greatest industrial releases ever. Billed as The Revolting Cocks Corpse and in conflict with Al Jourgensen’s version of the band, it would be their last-ever appearance. I hate to admit, a scratch off the bucket list was long overdue and years in waiting. Now, here was my chance of seeing both of them live in one shot.

Want real-deal Cocks classics? You got ‘em. Paul Barker handled his iconic bass logo-ed with the Cocks’ Beers, Steers & Queers emblem on it before kicking off with “38” and brought out former Cock (Front 242’s) Richard 23 on vocals. After that comes Connelly onstage in casual wear in a trucker hat, jeans, and a shirt that’s scrawled “Strong And Pretty” on the front, so we’re getting the nutty version of him. Then the rest of the hits came rolling in: “Attack Ships On Fire”, “Cattle Grind”, “Crackin’ Up”. When Connelly asked himself out loud what else to play, the audience yelled “Let’s Get Physical” (rest in peace, Olivia Newton John). “Well, I didn’t ask for your help!” he said coyly to all of us and we couldn’t help but to laugh. They did cap off their monumental set with “Do Ya’ Think I’m Sexy” and it felt like a dream. Connelly leans on the speakers acting all cute and blowing kisses to the crowd with a smile. Before you know it, he’s laying on the floor with arms wide open like he’s just fallen in love as Barker and company call it a night. Nothing but good times and an ultimate culmination of their Wax Trax output as I hoped for.

Finally, it was Front 242’s turn to take the stage; the apex of an already high-flying night. It would be a bittersweet performance at that as this was one of many shows on what was their final U.S. tour. Many fans thought it was because of Jean-Luc De Meyer health issues but thankfully that wasn’t the case. No matter, it was everyone’s last chance in the states to catch them before leaving North America once and for all with no turning back. I considered Front 242 to be a bonus for me as I was heavily into their pioneering Eighties material during my community college years, their later albums, and C-Tec which De Meyer took part in. I had absolutely nothing to lose seeing them live. All throughout the night I’ve seen photographers-for-hire huddle around the space in-between the rail and stage getting their dozens of shots in. For Front 242, the three-song policy got extended to four. It had to be. Warsaw security managed to catch one snap artist who didn’t know better.“No flash! No flash!” they told him as they pointed at and called him out on it. Which also begged the question: where the hell is Brooklyn’s industrial / synthwave fixture-photographer Nikki Sneakers? It’s been at least five years since I’ve seen her shooting at venues.

Front 242 played their most-recognizable and popular classics that established and pioneered EBM with “Don’t Crash”, “Operational Tracks”, “U-Men” and many more. It was all Richard 23, De Meyer, and Patrick Codenys in their unmistakable iconic tactical outfits with a shirtless Tim Kroker on live drums. They took all the power and energy they had and kept it going all the way, delivering nothing short of a rhythmic and beat-heavy experience they were known for. One funny moment to be seen was when De Meyer stood cross-armed wearing his huge shades and had such a scowl on his face, looking all bad-ass as the other three carried on. After eight or nine songs, 242 left the stage - not to lock targets and catch men - but to gear up for their first encore. We all knew there was more to come and what came was “Headhunter”, one of industrial / EBM’s most historic songs ever written. Two more songs later and 242 left the stage again charging up for another encore. As soon as we all heard the soundbyte “Hey, Poor!”, it meant only one thing: “Welcome to Paradise”. Only then was the perfect Front 242 show complete. The team of 23, De Meyer, Codenys, and Kroker took in a lengthy applause and gave a standing ovation as they all thanked New York City and bid farewell. The lights turn on for all of us to head out of Warsaw. I turn around to get going and behind me I see a female fan being consoled by her husband - and she’s in tears. Either she finally fulfilled her life-long dream of seeing Front 242 or saddened that they would say goodbye and farewell to the states, never to return.

The first five acts were amazing. It felt like I did a great service to myself in attending. I already checked off all the boxes I wanted to: take mass transit, visit Greenpoint, see Barker and Connolly play, and be associated with my kind of people. A night out in Brooklyn never fails and the thrills would still continue after the show ended. There’s always the experience of taking the alphabet and number lines - taking the ‘G’ and then the ‘7’ line to walk from 10th St. towards the Empire State Building and then arriving at Penn Station all by one-in-the-morning. Like the ride from Babylon to Penn Station, the reverse ride was quiet and not as crowded as a can of sardines. More exhilarating was the ride from Babylon back home where all the roads were empty and quiet, leading up to driving east on a wide-open Sunrise Highway at three in the morning and getting home all in 25 minutes time.

Night One of Cold Waves was now in the record books.

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Friday afternoon? Well, what an adventure. I had no idea that traffic was literally paralyzed on Sagtikos Parkway. It was that point where I knew it would be down to the wire getting to the Babylon station. From then on, I was finding every inch I could to cut other drivers off, find detours, and get head-starts while waiting for green lights and cursing out turtle drivers. Traffic was tight and every decision counted. One minute I thought I was going to make it and the next minute I was doubtful. South on Commack Road, down Deer Park Avenue then Route 231, and finally to Route 27A where I was only a few thousand feet away from the station. I arrive at the parking lot across from the station, bolted out of my car, ran across the street and up the stairs like a motherfucker. I finally reach the platform and - it’s taking off. Fucking great.

I had one hour until the next train to figure out how to unfuck myself and get to Warsaw in time. I tried signing up for OMNY (New York City’s wireless transit pay) months ago but was unsuccessful. Now time to try again. I downloaded the Apple Pay app- and then had to call the bank to connect my card. Now that it’s tied to my phone, I tired again to sign up for OMNY. Success! The 4:35 PM Babylon train arrives and I had 55 minutes to map out the quickest path in getting to my destination. The train arrives at Penn Station and I waste no time hauling ass to the ‘E’ line. Here we go. I hover my phone over the turnstile and - GO. Raced up and down the flights of stairs and I catch the ‘E’ train by five seconds before its doors closed. I take another 20 minutes to cool down before the transfer to Court Square / 23rd Street’s ‘G’ line. I hop off, sprint, and find the ‘G’ train that would take me to the Nassau Avenue stop, the closest one to Warsaw. It took me about two minutes and 1,000 feet to get there. I finally arrive out of breath before I go through the security checks and magic wands before entry. All clear. It’s 7:40 PM. Five minutes to go and I’m at the exact same spot I was the night before. All worship to Lucifer that I made it.

And now, night two begins.

If there was any artist to kick off Friday’s festivities that represented his hometown and carried its flag, then Confines was it. The hard-hitting, beat-heavy industrial-techno / EBM project certainly had some punch to it. Like Rein, Confines was a one-person show who did all of his instruments and movements on his own. Not bad at all. At the time of this writing I learned something about him that totally kicked me off of my seat: Confines happened to be David Castillo, co-owner of Brooklyn’s Saint Vitus bar and venue, host of the Age Of Quarantine podcast, and lead singer of Primitive Weapons. Are you fucking kidding me?! I was on the lookout to spot him at my last visit to -Vitus to see Uniform but I was shit out of luck. Now I finally found him performing at Cold Waves and didn’t even know that was him until after the fact! Fucking right. And it doesn’t stop there. I also learned that both Geography Of Nowhere 1 and Work Up The Blood was mixed and mastered by Hospital Productions’ Kris Lapke / Alberich and laid out by Sannhet’s AJ Annunziata. Wow. Talk about getting five-in-a-row on that bingo card.

Fans of Vancouver musicks enjoyed a two-for-one approaching the middle of the night’s bill. We were all treated to Leathers consisting of Shannon Hemmett (vocals), Kendall Wooding (synths), and Adam Fink (drums). For anyone who wanted the 2022’s tense of what an Eighties’ synthpop / new-wave show would look like? Well, now you have it. It was a treat seeing them perform and also seeing the slender Hemmett as an Eighties dream while Wooding and Fink played a smooth mid-tempo set. But with a wardrobe change and Jason Corbett coming into play, Leathers became Actors and Artoffact’s flagship band was the iteration that appeared on everyone’s radar as of late. They traded in their Eighties’ synthpop and new-wave cool for heavier rock. This time Hemmett took over synth duties and Wooding wielded bass as Fink stayed on drums and Corbett helped Actors push more power and electricity into their second set to keep the excitement steady from start to finish. I tried out both Leathers / Actors before and for some reason they’re not my type of heavy-rotation listening. However, there’s no denying that their talent brought them their well-deserved fanfare and exposure.

Not since Merzbow’s personnel bringing out his gear at Output have I been bracing myself with another artist’s set-up. Lighting fixtures attached all over and bulbs placed in front of huge cymbals might’ve told me that the next set would burn my eyes right off my face. Luckily, I was wrong. That was Kite’s visual set-up and a precursor to their performance. The Swedish duo of Niklas Stenemo and Christian Berg were another act I never heard anything of, and afterwards tilted me to give them a shot. Both were skilled in playing two keyboards at once (or keys- and knobs in Berg’s case) as they delivered a lively performance and Stenemo a few kicks, switching between synth-wave and synthpop. Their latest single “Bocelli” was the highlight on the night, showing their dramatics while also providing a soulful, heartfelt, and at times acclaimed power.

While Kite tore down their equipment, I thought of something. It’s been five years since I attended Hospital Production’s 20th Anniversary. I remember one moment near the end of the showcase when Bone Awl was playing their set - where all of a sudden Dominick Fernow (Prurient and Hospital- label-head) runs to the apron, stage-dives over the pit, and into the audience for a crowd-surf. It was a moment that never escaped me since then. Here I am back again at Warsaw for Cold Waves five years later and I’m at the rail for both nights. During one intermission, something dawned on me - I look at the rail, then the edge of the stage, and then the rail once again. I thought to myself: how in the fuck did Dominick have enough clearance to fly in the air, avoid banging into the rail, and land safely on top of the crowd? Good thing he successfully pulled off that spectacular feat.

Asterisk: New York City was supposed to receive Stabbing Westward as the closer to Cold Waves but had to bow out. That’s where Cold Cave gladly stepped in and ultimately sealed the deal for Cold Waves’ entire New York City stop. “Remember when we last played here?” lead singer Wes Eisold asked the audience. Yes I do, Wes. Yes I do. Seeing Cold Cave again for the second time in the same venue was another special bonus to me, and always a welcome one at that. I walk through previously-ventured territory and this time it was just as exciting as the last. All hits and zero misses from Eisold, his lady Amy Lee, and company. “Glory”, “People Are Poison”, “A Little Death To Laugh”, “Confetti”, “Rainbow Girls”, “Godstar”, “Theme From Tomorrowland”. You named it, they played it. For 50 minutes they kept a steady upbeat energy of synthwave and classic goth pedigree; not to mentions tons of smoke and fog fired towards our way to where I’m seriously considering getting myself screened. The only difference between their 2018 appearance and this one at Cold Waves? No sign of Max G. Morton, and Eisold’s heroine Genesis P. Orridge who joined him on guest vocals had sadly passed away since then.

But there was one shining onyx that fit the head jewel of the crown: when Eisold and Amy Lee brought their daughter out on stage. How fucking amazing was that? The audience collectively melted. Imagine being in your single-digits and having an amazing story to tell your friends back in school about how your rock-star dad brought you up on stage to sing for the crowd. Through their entire set, Cold Cave never let up and missed any of their targets as Eisold, Amy, and the rest played through their last encore and that’s all they wrote.

Before I knew it, it’s 12:20AM. Cold Waves in New York City was now history.

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I walk out of Warsaw and away from the busy volume of the patrons standing around in front of it. The night skies changed their tune to a purplish overhead. They were nice enough to wait until my moment was over to return. I’m now processing how to put the last 48 hours into words and also my place in the universe after being where I wanted to be. I head west on Driggs Street through McCarren Park weaving through the pedestrians walking towards me and observe a few small groups of people congregating and chilling on park grounds with their portable speakers. It’s only a few more blocks before I enter the ‘L’ line that will connect me to the ‘2’ line.

If only I can tell you the city’s delights that I’ve seen during my travels to Penn Station. I’ve seen female torture artists and double-pigtailed mistresses in their black onesies and shiny knee-high boots. There’s an Asian girl my height in a low-cut purple dress and her thigh is all bloodied and bandaged up; situated below her very visible purple underwear. Across from me was this gay guy who was the stunt double for The Ukiah Drag’s Tommy Conte, kissing his boyfriend on the cheek and sad-gazing in his boyfriend’s eyes who boarded off the ‘L’, but not before he blew Tommy a kiss goodbye. Another couple hopped on our crowded car. His blonde girlfriend’s neck and chest were literally covered red with hickeys and didn’t give a soaring aerial fuck about all the eyes and stares aimed at her. The ‘L’ ends and I transfer to the quick ‘2’ which only took five minutes to get me to Penn Station, leaving me with a half-an-hour wait for the Babylon train to arrive. Lather, rinse, and repeat with a left-hand forward ride to the station and another Sunrise Highway night drive back to my quiet-as-night neighborhood. A return to silent normalcy.

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Chicago has been widely known as the industrial capital of the U.S. It’s where Jim Nash and Danny Flescher established Wax Trax as a record store and the label that’s given birth to the careers and legacies of Ministry, KMFDM, My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult, Meat Beat Manifesto, and countless other acts. It’s also where Public Image Ltd.’s Martin Atkins created Pigface and Invisible Records and gave life to Chemlab, Damage Manual, Dead Voices On Air, Murder Inc., Ritalin, Sheep On Drugs, and Test Dept. All these artists made my identity, or part of it. Throughout the years I’ve followed all of my favorite artists and have never given up on them. They were there for me during my difficult times at community college and to this day I’ve never tired of their projects. It wasn’t until recently when I revisited the classics that I realized that these artists and labels were in my heart all along. Millions of industrialists join each other in various online groups to share their stories and live memories and say “hi!” to the many legends who lurk around and keep that cameraderie going. I see the company around me in Greenpoint who share similar interests, qualities, and aesthetics and those are the people I want to be associated with.

I thought attending just one Boy Harsher show was a rite of passage. Yes - more in the synthwave world. I’ve also attended shows for Nine Inch Nails, Ministry, and Killing Joke and that’s more than enough for me to hoist my flag for this genre. (Naysayers will wave their filthy unclean fingers at me and say “not so fast” because I wasn’t able to go to a Skinny Puppy show.) I’ve heard many great things about Cold Waves that I’d be a fool to miss out. Mutuals who went told me it’d be amazing and they were double-right. With Front 242’s final American appearances and with Braker and Connelly having to quit the RevCo name, this year was a non-negotiable. What started out as a one-night benefit and an honor of Jason Novak (Acumen Nation, DJ? Acucrack) and David Schock’s fallen friend Jamie Duffy evolved into an (almost) annual round of the best and legendary industrial, synthpop, and synthwave acts. Like my attendance with the previous Cold Cave and Black Marble shows, attending Cold Waves was a thank-you to the scene that gave me an identity but also to a certain number of acts that helped build it.

It’s been one of the best and most exhilarating moments of the year, ranking as high as Sacred Bones’ 15th anniversary. If the line-up for next year is as good or better (how could it?), then I guarantee you I’ll be returning.

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