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kemakoshume · 2 years

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having the biggest 'best friend's older brother!suguru' brainrot today.

i just... imagine going to hang out at your friend's house during your fall/winter break from school and he's just... around. wearing t-shirts with the sides cut off to show off his arms and the toned lines of his abs; wearing shorts that show off his long legs and the fair tone of his smooth skin. coming out the bathroom with his hair wet and brushed back and his cheeks flushed pink after a hot shower. sometimes shirtless even; walking around like he's not about to be the cause of your untimely passing from fucking cardiac arrest. i mean... i can't even.

imagine eating meals with their family and having to pointedly ignore staring at him while he eats. his cheeks would be full and puffed out with warm home-cooked food and he moans in between bites when the food is good (which, thankfully, is all the time), and he's one of those guys that sucks the sauce off of his thumb and middle fingers instead of using a god damn napkin. oh, and the bun.

he throws his hair up into a messy bun when he eats, and while he's sitting in the backyard reading, and when he comes to plop down on the recliner across from where you and your friend are sitting on the couch. he doesn't constantly speak during movies or shows, but he does allow himself to get immersed in the story. watching whatever it is intently and reacting to it as if he were walking alongside the story beats with the characters. he gasps softly when the leading man pulls the girl into their first kiss, he averts his eyes a bit when a shortlived sex scene occurs on screen (only to be teased by his younger sister about it), and even though he doesn't look like he'll cry at the sad scenes, he does give you tissues when you cry and offers hugs for when the tears won't stop. he rolls his eyes when his sister asks where her hug is and pulls her into the hug as well.

when he comes down the stairs dressed for work with his hair down and his button-down shirt and fitted slacks on, he smiles when you wolf whistle at him, and plays along when his family comments about how "dapper" he looks. he finds himself thinking of you in little moments when he's alone, be it at work or in his own home. maybe because you've become a small part of his almost daily routine (since you practically live in their home it feels like for the duration of the break, since his mom had insisted you stay with them instead of a hotel), or maybe because of something more. he notices your attempts not to stare, and finds it cute.

he wonders if you notice his tiny glances back, or how he touches your back when he moves around you in his kitchen, or how he sticks around the house more while you're there (in opposition to his sister saying her big brother is 'literally never home'). he would begin to ask you out for things: like... "hey, i want a new piercing, wanna come?" or "sis is sick, can you come with me to the pharmacy?" or "i think i need new work clothes, wanna go?" and eventually that would turn into dates, which turns into more.

your friend would be happy, eventually, that she could have you as a sibling in law, not just a friend one day once you two eventually start dating, and his family would be all for it.

╭( ･ㅂ･)و okay bye lmao

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k7l4d4 · 3 years

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Loud House JoJo Stands List

Hello all, recently a found a list of potential Stand Names for members of the Loud Siblings from Nickelodeon’s hit show, the Loud House! In response, I’ve composed a list of Stands for each of the siblings in response to the list, with some tweaks here and there. The name origins and list may not be mine, but the Stands are my original creations, please let me know if they interest you, and I’d be happy to let you use them!

Everybody Clap Your Hands!!

Lori Loud

Stand: [Telephone]

Stand Type: Distance Irrelevant Artificial Non-Humanoid/Phenomenon Hybrid

Physical Description: [Telephone] has two key forms of manifestation; it's primary manifestation is a pair of cellphone-themed headphones, with its second manifestation being a pure Phenomenon with no physical cue.

Power Description: [Telephone] is a perpetually active eavesdropping Stand, and a rather vicious one at that, as whenever Lori is conscious, [Telephone] is active. [Telephone] allows Lori to hear EVERYTHING within in its range, from physical sounds, to mystical events, to even thoughts, whether she likes it or not. Her hearing is so keen, she can even hear and react to an attack that by all accounts should be undetectable or unavoidable, almost lazily dancing out of the way. Using [Telephone]'s headphone form is really meant to act as a controlled state, allowing her to turn the sheer cacophony into muted background noise whilst music plays in her head, enabling her to selectively choose what sounds she's responding to at any given moment.

Taking off the Headphones causes her to hear the sounds pouring into her head at full blast, but also enables her to utilize her greatest ability; weaponizing her sounds. Currently, she can either transform an enemy into a living receiver for her sounds, forcing them to share the sheer volume of noise she experiences while also using them as a filter to reduce her headache, or release her sounds as a physical force against her foes.

Leni Loud

Stand: [Blondie Girl]

Stand Type: Close-Range Natural Humanoid/Phenomenon Hybrid

Physical Description: [Blondie Girl]'s true form is that of a sentient phenomenon that answers to Leni's will, but due to her accidental misinterpretation of what Stands are initially, [Blondie Girl] now manifests as a sea-foam green mannequin with Six arms, an emoji themed face, and long, cord-like whips extending from her head in imitation of hair.

Power Description: [Blondie Girl]'s power, fitting for a savvy fashionista like Leni, is that of Fabrication. She can literally convert anything around her into fabric, weave it into different shapes, forms, or states, and revert it back, with the material taking on the characteristics of the form she gave it.

Personality: As a fully sentient Stand, [Blondie Girl] has a will and personality independent of Leni; [Blondie Girl] in spite of her valley-girl speaking style, is highly analytical, intelligent, and focused, often serving as Leni's exhausted personal assistant, constantly working to keep Leni both on task and aware of what's going on, in addition to her primary goal of protecting and aiding Leni however she can.

Lucy Loud

Stand: [Creeping Death]

Stand Type: Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Creeping Death] takes the form of a highly morbid and gothic death of cards; each card is blank, and the deck has no limit to the cards it contains, but the cards will invariably shift to accommodate Lucy's needs, with a section of the deck always being composed of analogous cards to a deck of Tarot cards. The most prominent aspect of [Creeping Death]'s card designs is the backing of each card being a bloodshot eye held within the jaw of a fanged skull, presumably a vampire skull.

Power Description: [Creeping Death]'s powers can be summarized as being weaponized occultism; whenever Lucy encounters an enemy Stand, or just a Stand that is not a confirmed ally, she will instantly gaining a card giving her the Stand's name, statistics, and Type, as well as the ability to absorb and store a single instance of that Stand's powers into the card. The absorbed power is less than half the strength of the genuine article, but it grants [Creeping Death] an incredible versatility on its own. [Creeping Death]'s truly unique power is the ability to create supernatural phenomena based on the beliefs, experiences, and fears of her enemies and allies, represented by new cards containing pieces of those qualities inside, which she can then combine, materialize, and attack with however she chooses; the only real drawback is that she only gets a single copy of each card, and to get it back, the construct it has been used in either has to be dispelled or destroyed.

Personality: [Creeping Death] has limited personal will, but whenever it's powers are used to create constructs based on living or intelligent beings, those constructs will possess individual personalities and behaviors, united only in their linked consciousness and absolute loyalty to seeing Lucy live.

Luan Loud

Stand: [Origin Prankster]

Stand Type: Artificial Humanoid

Physical Description: [Origin Prankster] appears as a bright yellow puppet themed off of a court jester, save for it's bird head. [Origin Prankster]'s left arm is extremely large in comparison to the rest of it's body, with a large mirror set into the palm of it's glove-like hand. [Origin Prankster] is approximately two and a half feet tall when standing on the ground, with it's left arm being a full two feet all by itself.

Power Description: [Origin Prankster] possesses the ability to send the powers of other Stands into rebellion, turning the unique powers of a Stand against it, as well as the Stand's user. The cue showing this power has activated is the sight of the mirror suddenly showing the image of the affected Stands. For the power to work, Luan has to know what the Stand actually does, and if she doesn't, [Origin Prankster]'s mirror cannot engage, whether she likes it or not. How the rebelling powers manifest is dependent on how they initially manifest to start with; if she used her power on [The World] for example, it would instead freeze DIO and his Stand in time, rather than freeze everything else.

Personality: While [Origin Prankster] is incapable of speech, it is very much intelligent, albeit twisted. [Origin Prankster] is often referred to by the rest of the Loud Siblings as being the embodiment of Luan's obsession with getting a laugh, no matter who gets hurt as a direct result of it, finding anything that can be viewed as humor funny and bursting into raucous laughter in response, from the cheesiest pun, to the most drawn out and elaborate of jokes, to even the cruelest and most callous of pranks. The one thing [Origin Prankster] does not find humorous is anything that is at Luan's expense; seeing Luan hurt, mocked, or belittled will infuriate the Stand, and can even provoke it into using it's powers independent of Luan's wishes. [Origin Prankster]'s inability to contain its laughter is an effective way of revealing its presence, as it will burst out in laughter at any joke, no matter how bad, breaking any cover it has managed to gain. Despite its twisted humor, [Origin Prankster] is capable of great kindness, often using its nature as a Stand to perform elaborate tricks and illusions to delight and entertain children, and will often wipe away the tears of those experiencing sorrow or hopelessness.

Luna Loud

Stand: [Hard Rock Hallelujah]

Stand Type: Bound Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Hard Rock Hallelujah] manifests itself in whatever guitar Luna has on hand, and will always transform the guitar into its preferred state: a dark purple electric guitar with a skeleton design, and an eye-shaped crystal inserted into the neck.

Power Description: [Hard Rock Hallelujah]’s power is the ability to telekinetically control any non-living thing within audible range of Luna’s playing. What she can control is dependent on the nature of the song she is currently playing, how well she is playing, and for how long. Attaching [Hard Rock Hallelujah] to an amp converts that amp into an extension of the Stand, not only expanding the range of her control, but also allowing her to control esoteric forces and concepts in addition to objects, though direct control of living things is still a no-go.

Lana Loud

Stand: [Eating Everything]

Stand Type: Range Irrelevant Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Eating Everything] allows Lana to absorb and store the valuable traits of any genetic or biological material she ingests, which she can freely integrate into her body whenever she wishes. The only sign that Lana is using [Eating Everything] to acquire new samples is that her teeth transform into an exaggerated version of those of a carnivore’s in the eyes of Stand Users. By offering her blood to other beings, Lana can grant them any of the traits she herself has access to, such as granting ‘human traits’ to her family’s pets, turning them into Anthropomorphic Guardians for her and her siblings. The longer Lana is using the traits she has stored, the more severe and prominent the changes in her body from using them become, and her behavior grows progressively more animalistic and wild. However, Lana will revert back to normal when exactly 23 hours and 51 minutes have passed after integrating her traits.

Lola Loud

Stand: [Going Far Witch]

Stand Type: Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Going Far Witch] allows Lola to designate a target, and all those who see the target will be unable to look away from their position, even if looking at the target would require their body contorting or shifting in ways that are ordinarily impossible, or potentially harmful, if not fatal. The designated target grows in strength, speed, and physical durability for as long as the ability is active proportional to the number of people looking at them. When Lola makes someone else the target, if something happens to the target that is humorous, dangerous, or embarrassing, the effect is increased. When Lola makes herself the target, usually when she needs to fight, having those same things happen weakens the effect and can even dispel it. The effect can only end for the target if Lola releases them from her Stand, or Lola loses consciousness or falls asleep.

Lynn Loud

Stand(s): [Ms. Badguy]/[Champion]

Stand Type: Range Irrelevant Bound Artificial Non-Humanoid

Physical Description: [Ms. Badguy] and [Champion] share a form, that of a gold medal hanging around Lynn’s neck, but with one key difference; [Ms. Badguy] displays a mocking leer, while [Champion] displays a group shot of Lynn’s family.

Power Description: Lynn’s Stand has two forms, representing Lynn’s unstable mental image and self-identity, each with their own powers. [Ms. Badguy] represents Lynn’s insecurities, her lack of faith in her own abilities and over-reliance on luck, and her obsessive need to put on the mask of a feral jock who no-one will mess with; as a result, [Ms. Badguy]’s power manifests as weaponized misfortune, in which anyone who has crossed Lynn or defeated her in some meaningful way will experience increasingly bad luck and fate working against them, with Lynn growing stronger and faster in proportion to how long [Ms. Badguy]’s power has been active.

[Champion] represents Lynn’s good heart, her care for her friends and family, and her desire to use her skills to support them, and her unshakable determination in whatever goal she sets for herself. [Champion] is essentially a functional inverse of [Ms. Badguy] in that Lynn grows more powerful proportional to the difficulty of her current goal, obstacle, or opponent, with enemy Stand powers growing less and less effective against Lynn the longer [Champion] is engaged.

Both powers grow stronger in response to Lynn being cheered on or given emotional support in some way during her fights. Which Stand is active changes depending on her current motivation; if she is fighting out of her personal pride, ego, desires, and such, [Ms. Badguy] will activate, whereas if she is fighting on behalf of another and supporting someone she cares about, or for a noble cause she believes in, [Champion] will activate.

Lincoln Loud

Stand: [Fortune Sun]

Stand Type: Close Range Natural Humanoid

Physical Description: [Fortune Sun] appears as a white, orange, and gold humanoid with a muscular physique and a Rabbit-like head, the image of a sun emblazoned on its chest, and ten golden orbs rotating in a ring around it.

Power Description: [Fortune Sun] possesses great physical strength, enough to rip through reinforced steel without too much effort, but little fine control of its force. It is also incredibly quick, capable of covering its maximum range in under a second, and able to respond to attacks before Lincoln knows that they’ve happened.

[Fortune Sun]’s greatest power, and its greatest threat to enemies, lies in its golden orbs. When activated, for ten minutes, Stand abilities cannot be used, even if the Stands themselves will remain in place; physical augmentations or alterations to individuals as a result of Stands will remain in place, but they cannot change in any capacity, i.e. someone who is stronger or faster as a result of a Stand will not gain in strength or speed, but they won’t lose it either.

After each minute passes, a golden orb will turn black, and when all the orbs have turned black, all those who had their Stands both active and within twenty meters of Lincoln, including Lincoln himself, will lose consciousness and have their Stands automatically dispelled, and will remain unconsciousness for another ten minutes without fail. Once this power has been engaged, Stands cannot be dispelled, although they can be activated if they weren’t already. After using this power, Lincoln must wait ten days to recharge it.

Lisa Loud

Stand: [Weird Science]

Stand Type: Close Range Artificial Humanoid

Physical Description: [Weird Science] appears as a tall, robotic figure, with a gas-mask shaped face, covered in a long medical coat. Beakers, test tubes, and flasks are screwed directly into its body at several points scattered about.

Power Description: [Weird Science] allows Lisa to break down and change the elemental and molecular components of anything [Weird Science] touches, combine them into new substances and chemicals that she can use at her leisure, and transform them back from whatever state they end up in after being exposed to [Weird Science] whenever she pleases. [Weird Science] also allows Lisa to establish a “laboratory” to conduct her experiments; those that enter cannot leave without her express permission, and she must grant it willingly. Rendering Lisa unconscious or killing Lisa will not dispel the Laboratory.

Lily Loud

Stand: [Lick My Art]

Stand Type: Phenomenon

Physical Description: None.

Power Description: [Lick My Art] allows Lily to create hyper-realistic portraits of anyone or anything. Any alterations or adjustments Lily makes to her pictures will be reflected in real time on the subject. Alterations Lily makes to the picture itself are not harmful in any way, but they are certainly not cosmetic; if she gives a picture of someone extra arms, they will gain those extra arms and they will function exactly as arms should. However, damage done to Lily’s pictures are a different story; tearing a picture will cause the subject’s physical form to rip apart along the tears, burning the picture will reduce the target to ashes, soaking it in water and watching it fall apart will cause the subject to dissolve like acid, and more. If Lily erases the entire picture, all alterations will cease and be reversed.

#the loud house #loud house au #loud house crossover #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo stands #jojo fanmade stands #lincoln loud #lori loud #leni loud #luna loud #luan loud #lynn loud jr #lucy loud #lana loud #lola loud #lisa loud #lily loud

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frederator-studios · 5 years

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ChalkZone on NickSplat @watchvrv!

A lot of folks ask where they can see the Frederator production of ChalkZone since it stopped running on Nickelodeon’s Nicktoons. Well, wishes can come true, two CZ seasons are airing on the new NickSplat subscription service on VRV.

Creators Bill Burnett & Larry Huber have long and storied careers, but they’re to Frederator for special reasons. For me, they’re more than that, they’re meaningful.

Bill and I started working together in New York at the advertising/branding agency owned by Alan Goodman and me, where he did seminal work for Nick-at-Nite and Comedy Central, among many others. He loved cartoons (his closet was bursting with home taped cartoon shows) and Bill was the first person I told about my new gig running Hanna-Barbera. Within a year he joined me there, first as the head of the creative marketing department (he wrote some awesome essays about the studio), then as a writer on some of our original series like Dexter’s Laboratory and Cow & Chicken. He came over as a charter creative on Oh Yeah! Cartoons (Bill-the-composer wrote and performed the theme song) where he came up with the idea of ChalkZone. (Don’t mean to gloss over Bill’s other Frederator shorts contributions.) Bill always loved The Phantom Tollbooth and Through the Looking-Glass, and CZ was an extension of that affection.

I met Larry my first day at Hanna-Barbera in 1992. He’d worked in virtually every creative job in the industry right out of school at the Chouinard Art Institute (which became CalArts in 1969) and at H&B was producing a primetime animated series for CBS. When I let the senior staff know that I didn’t really know anything about cartoons, Larry stepped up and volunteered to help in any way he could. He led the young, green team at 2 Stupid Dogs (and Super Secret Secret Squirrel) and was the den father of What A Cartoon!, Dexter’s Laboratory, Cow & Chicken, I.M. Weasel (whew!), all *before* he left the studio to join me as Executive Producer at Oh Yeah! Cartoons. (Not for nothing, he also paid producer and director roles on Random! Cartoons, Too Cool! Cartoons, and GO! Cartoons, Bravest Warriors... I’m sure I’m missing some of the stuff he’s done for us over the past 20 years!)

My cartoon quirk is that if a writer had an idea, I first wanted him/her to partner with an animator. Bill partnered with Larry on ChalkZone, and the rest is cartoon history.

Thanks guys, I’m glad Rudy, Penny, Snap and the gang are still traveling through magical worlds.

–Fred (my biography, written by Bill Burnett)

Images: ChalkZone postcard, illustration by Carlos Ramos; CZ title cards, designed and illustrated by Guy Vasilovich; 1998 creator headshots, (left) Larry Huber & (right) Bill Burnett; Doofus Penny and Rudy, CZ production art; ‘BoschZone’ poster illustrated by Frank Rocco.

#ChalkZone #Frederator Studios #Larry Huber #Bill Burnett #Oh Yeah! Cartoons #Nickelodeon #VRV #NickSplat

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tobeornottotc · 7 years

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Favorite nostalgic shows 😃😃😃

Suite life of Zack and Cody: Hilarious, BESTCOMEDIC WRITING ever

I wish it stayed this way

Zack and Cody, was like my favourite thing towatch, I’d sit with my family sitting close to the screen and being told of forit. I loved everything about the show, sometimes it could be cringy but I wastoo young to care about that, I cared about Cody, and I found myself laughing everytime Zack led him to a situation where both Mr Moseby and their mother wouldcatch them. My favourite episode till this day is the ballroom dancing episode,it is a traditional watch with my siblings as we don’t know why but we burstinto laughter at every scene. Favourite characters: London, Maddy and Estebanand Lance. I also adore Marian Moseby in case that wasn’t obvious. I just lovethis show, I like to remember the memories before you know Suite life on deckdemolished every good memory I had of the story writing, character building andit’s still an unfortunate nightmare to me, though you would never have guessedthat I cried once because I MISSED the special where all the shows joinedtogether, Not even a lie.

Wizardof Waverly place: CLIFFHANGERS

I have an unhealthy obsession with SelenaGomez. I’m goanna finally admit it. One of the reasons was because of thisshow. I was little, going through my own puberty woes, boys, and school drama andWizard of Waverly place satisfied that reliability I needed on screen, althoughI was the opposite of Alex in mostly everything I still related with everythingat that time. Now when I go back torewatch to get that magic that pulled me in. I cringe so much at everything.Like I can’t even like the show anymore yet it holds so much memories for me,the stupid hat song, Alex, Harper, Justin, Mason, Dean, Max every single one ofthem. THE WIZARD COMPETIION OMG the stress I got from that, I was rooting forJustin all the way since season 1 and then Alex you know got the whole growththing and everybody knew it would be her. I even remember the days I waitedexcitedly for the movies OMG the movies, each of them were so special, and likeeven though she was playing his sister, I shipped David and Selena so much, andGregg Sulkin was a visual gift as well. I nearly died when the wizards losttheir powers, and Alex revealed the wizarding world to the whole world. Ahhh somany memories, one thing about this show was the way it did the cliff hangers. Thecliff hangers were mad. I’ll never forget the day my heart broke alongside thecharacters when Mason bit Juliette and the couples had to be separated I wept.I seriously remember breaking down. Wizards of Waverly place really did controlmy emotions and I’d always link it with my puberty days, when I started to wantto learn more about myself and grow. One of the best, sad I can’t go back andrewatch it the same way.

Kim Possible: RON AND KIM THAT’S ALL, AND RUFUSand Wade

I wanted to be her. I wanted to be a secret spyand have a derpy best friend and accept his quirks and perfection. Ron and Kimwas like the OTP and I don’t care what people say a Stitch in Time will alwaysbe my favourite Disney TV animated movie. That dance scene OMG my heart, it wasso beautiful so perfect, and I loved watching it that day. I love Shego aswell. Omg she was so bad ass, one of my favourite female villains on TV andstill is. I wish Disney could have somethinglike Kim Possible for little girls of this generation, a cartoon that isn’tjust aimed at guys but for girls as well. Because this show was a gift forlittle teens like me at that time.

True Jackson VP: Such an inspiration with relatablePOC lead

I loved this show, this show made me so happy,another person who I probably wanted to be when I was younger. Honestly this showmade me want to grow into a young adult so much. However even though this is nostalgicto me, especially the opening theme song, I don’t know, it seems like mymemories don’t hold the storyline, perhaps it was the main romance that made mestop liking the show? I remember lots of romance plotlines that didn’t gonowhere or ended up in stupid break ups like all teen shows in Nickelodeon nooffence I ended up feeling meh. But it’s still nostalgic to me when the musicplays I start to feel an unknown loss in my past and goose bumps rise.

SmallVille: TOM WELLS OH TOM WELLS

This is such a nostalgic show for me becausethis was the reason why I started to get into comics, and I loved Tom Wells, Iloved Justin Hartley whose now in this is US. I loved everything about smallVille, Including Lex Luther who was played by Michael Rosenbaum (WHO IS BAE andone of my favourite characters on screen) I loved Clark, I loved Louise, Idisliked Lana, I liked Chloe, I loved Jimmy and I loved Oliver. I even likedZod. I just wished we had another show like small ville is, a coming of agestory starting from high school for all the super heroes, it was with this disappointmentI wasn’t open minded to arrow or the Flash at first. Anyways I loved Smallville I know people disliked it because of how it dragged a bit, but I can goback every time and rewatch this show and it still makes me smile. I still grinat Clark and Louise and their dynamics, and when Superman went rogue it was soo…well weirdly attractive. And I wanted my own Blur Sigh… And of course whenSOMEBODY SAVE MEEEE starts singing when the theme song pops up, you can as wellbet that you’d see me at the screen shouting and singing along.

#smallville #suite life of zack and cody #wizards of waverly place #kim possible #true jackson vp #nostalgia #tv shows #disney #reviews

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newsdbw · 4 years

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As the opening strains of the Ryan’s Mystery Playdate theme song begin to play in this San Fernando Valley soundstage, comically accompanied by a chorus of kazoos, the Nickelodeon show’s 8-year-old namesake star bursts onto the set, running at full speed, with his arms held high, proclaiming, via Pocket

#IFTTT #Pocket

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celeboftea · 6 years

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Nef The Pharaoh - "Kenan & Kel" [Audio] - Nef The Pharaoh By Jack Barnes With an elastic flow, boundless energy, and clever rhymes, Nef The Pharoah is one of the Bay Area's most popular and creative young emcees. Looking to his youthful TV favorites for inspiration, Nef provides a lively update to a classic Nickelodeon theme song on "Kenan & Kel." Riding the monstrously funky bassline from Coolio's original theme song for Kenan & Kel, the kid-friendly sitcom starring future SNL star Kenan Thompson and Mystery Man Kel Mitchell, Nef shows off his unstoppable rhymes, saluting his crew, and interpolating the melody from Parliament's classic "Flash Light," and sneaking in several references to the beloved series: "Who like Orange Soda, Neffy do/I just wanna bust a bag with you/Diamonds dancing, changing colors, oooh/Bitch I'm rich, I'm only twenty-two." Premiered by VIBE, "Kenan & Kel" is a sunshine-drenched burst of nostalgia and Exhibit A proving Nef's case as the most fun rhymer on the West Coast. Enjoy this audio stream below after the jump. Please Reblog!

#Audio #Kel Mitchell #Kenan & Kel #Kenan Thompson #Nef The Pharaoh #Music

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getmybuzzup · 6 years

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#Audio #Kel Mitchell #Kenan & Kel #Kenan Thompson #Nef The Pharaoh #Music

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sending-the-message · 7 years

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My Son was a Guest Star on Buddy Wellington's Playtime Jamboree by JayGetsHazy

Have you heard of this show?

Probably not.

It came on one of those viewers funded Public Access type channels. You know the ones. Channel 989 or some shit. Right above the scrambled porn. The kind you remember from your own childhood. Think Mr. Rogers or Thomas the Tank Engine.

Just a twenty-two-minute bloc of no frills educational entertainment aimed at kids.

Anyway, my son Bradley stumbled upon it one morning while channel surfing between commercials and it quickly became a fixture of his daily routine.

Every Saturday, from 8:00 to 8:30, the jangle of off-key music and silly sing-song voices emanated from the hand-me-down Panasonic in my son’s room.

Welcome to Playtime Jamboree

A whole lotta fun for you and me

Step in-side and you will see

The friend you’ve got in Buh-uh-dee!

The theme song was maddingly simple and repetitive. Anyone who grew up watching Barney the Dinosaur knows whereof I speak. The kind of catchy nonsense that got under your skin after the thousandth re-playing. Often times I’d catch myself humming it softly while I worked.

But Bradley loved it.

The music. The simple story lines. The cheap cardboard sets painted in bright pastels. The titular character--Buddy Wellington--in his rumpled oversized anthropomorphic bear suit. Bradley couldn’t get enough.

His mother and I humored his new Buddy Wellington craze as best we could.

For his sixth birthday, he insisted on a cake crudely decorated with images from Playtime Jamboree and for Halloween that same year his grandmother made him a tiny brown bear costume with buttons for eyes.

“I’m Buddy Wellington,” he told me proudly with a growl. “I’ll eat you if you misbehave. Gobble you up, in my cave.”

I’d snapped a few pictures with my phone and beat a hasty retreat before he could run through the whole song about minding your elders and behaving.

Now, I can hear some of you silently judging me. Why not more enthusiasm for your son’s interests? Why no interest in something he loves? It wasn’t like I wasn’t there. No absentee parenting from me. No, sir. I’d watched a few episodes with Bradly early on.

It was nothing special, I assure you.

Just a guy—probably in his mom’s basement—wearing a cheap homemade bear suit of mismatched faux fur and dancing around with a tambourine or ukulele and talking in a shrill Mickey-esque voice about dental hygiene and the like.

Harmless.

Familiar.

So, when my son brought up the contest, I didn’t think much of it.

Enter Now For A Chance To Appear As A Special Guest On Buddy Wellington’s Playtime Jamboree

The hand drawn, canary yellow letters, scrolled slowly across the bottom of the screen as the credits rolled—listing a PO box for entry’s to be mailed to.

“Please, Dad. Can I do that? Pretty please?” He pointed at the TV.

“You want to be on the show? What for?”

“It’d be so cool. Please? I just have to write in saying why I love Buddy Wellington. I can do it by myself. Please, Dad? Pleeeeassseee?”

I thought about my own mother—harassed into letting me order a Nickelodeon Magazine subscription from TV all those years ago, and smiled.

“Make sure you write down the address next time it’s on. We’ll have your mom buy some stamps.”

After all, surely hundreds--if not thousands-- of kids were writing in to this contest every day.

What could it hurt?

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Bradley agonized over his letter all week.

First, writing out a rough draft in pencil on an old yellow legal pad before transferring it painstakingly in pen onto a blank two dollar JUST BECAUSE card that featured a dancing bear in a leotard.

We dropped it into the mailbox Friday morning on our way to his school. Postmarked for somewhere in Nevada.

Bradley was a ball of energy in the backseat. Just couldn’t stop talking about how excited he was to meet Buddy Wellington and all the adventures he was going to have in Jamboree Valley. His mom and I tried to gently brace him for the likely bitter outcome.

“Honey, just remember, a lot of other boys and girls are going to send in letters too,” my wife told him. “So even if Buddy doesn’t pick you, that doesn’t mean he didn’t like your letter.”

“He’ll like it,” said Bradley thoughtfully. “He just has to. Mine was special.”

Another week went by. Or maybe two. It’s hard to remember.

Bradley watched his program religiously—learning to mind his please and thank you’s—the contest seemingly forgot. I’ll admit, I checked the mailbox in vicarious anticipation those first few days to my own slight pangs of disappointment.

Nothing.

And then came the news that Buddy Wellington was being cancelled with one final episode to air.

Bradley was inconsolable.

I tried to explain about ratings. Demographics and market shares and the like. But Bradley’s eyes had a tendency to glaze whenever I said things like ROI, profitability or gross margin.

“But what about the horses,” he moaned, burying his face in a couch cushion.

“What horses?”

“The horses of Jamboree Valley. If Buddy Wellington goes away who will take care of them?”

“They’ll be fine,” I said, without looking up from my phone. “Horses are smart. Maybe we can find a new show?”

He didn’t seem impressed with my suggestion.

“I don’t want a new show I want Buddy Wellington!”

He shrieked like a cat on fire and beat his little fists and heels against the carpet. I carried him to his room and dropped him on the bed, popped a VHS recording of Playtime Jamboree in the VCR and left him to self-soothe to the silly singing of Buddy Wellington.

Come with me

Have no cares

There’s fun to be had

When you play with bears

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By dinner that night things were back on an even keel.

Bradley’s tantrum had subsided to a minor sulk. He was pouting, sure, but talkative, as we tucked into a chicken casserole.

Afterward, we put on a family movie and Bradley played with his Legos.

By nine o’clock it was his bedtime; my wife took him upstairs for a bath and tuck-in. By nine forty-five she came creeping back down the steps.

“He’s really upset about this whole Buddy Wellington thing,” she said.

“This time next month it’ll be Power Rangers or something,” I assured her. “Kid’s fads come and go all the time. He’ll get over it.”

We switched the DVD out for something a little more age appropriate and climbed into bed a little after eleven.

I peeked my head in Bradley’s door on my way to the bedroom. A small snoring mound shrouded in blankets and lit by the greenish-blue glow of the old Panasonic as another taped Playtime Jamboree episode wound down softly.

I hit the power button on the base of the TV before I closed the door to his room.

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I was awoken by my wife’s frantic shouts.

“Bradley? Bradley get out here right now! Bradley, I’m serious.”

I rolled onto my side and squinted through bleary eyes at the bedside alarm clock. 7:38 AM.

My wife appeared in the doorway looking frantic. “Have you seen Bradley?”

I rubbed a hand across my eyes, not really comprehending her. “Is there coffee on, babe?”

“Bradley! Has he come in here? He’s not in his bed.”

“What?”

“He’s not in his room! He’s not anywhere! Are you listening to me?” She bolted from the room and hurried down the hall shouting his name.

Something hot burst in my bowels and shot through my extremities like a coil of hot copper wiring. I threw back the covers and raced to his room in my underwear.

“Bradley? Where you at buddy?” I whipped the rumpled coverlet off his bed—exposing a host of tangled sheets and pillows, stuffed animals and empty air.

A little voice—soft and unfamiliar—had begun a terrible mantra inside my head.

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod

Again, and again in time to my quickening heartbeat.

The closet

I pulled the sliding double doors apart hard and thrust my head into the small dark space that smelled like my son.

“Bradley? You hiding? Come out come out. You’re gonna be in big trouble, mister.”

I pulled out shirts and little pairs of jeans. Nerf guns and baseballs and bags of Legos.

Nothing

Downstairs my wife had torn the living room apart. Couches stood away from walls with cushions strewn about. The coat closet by the front door was empty—the vacuum standing sad sentry beside a pile of our winter wear.

"Bradley, where are you baby?” She was hysterical; her face twisted and red with tears and snot. “Please come out. You’re scaring Mommy.”

“Have you checked the garage?” I demanded. “The attic? The yard?”

She could only sob. “My baby! My baby! Bradley!”

This isn’t happening, I thought as I punched through the back door and out onto the patio. This kind of thing doesn’t happen in real life.

Oh, it’s real, said the little poisonous voice inside me. He’s probably dead, you know.

The grass was slick with morning dew and my bare feet sank with a squelch. I didn’t care.

“Bradley? Come on out, buddy!” I called his name over and over. BradleyBradleyBradley. Until the words and letters ran together into a string of nonsense. A holy chant. A magic spell.

I was on my second circuit of the houses perimeter when I saw it and froze.

A disturbance in the muddy flowerbed outside the living room window. Footprints—long, unnaturally long—sunk deep in the dirt. Smudgy indistinct handprints on either side of the window pane. A fat serrated tear made in the mesh screen.

I started screaming in horrible understanding.

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Local cops showed up within thirty-five minutes. Guys from the FBI and local news rolled in a few hours after that.

It’s big business when a six-year-old boy disappears.

We put up posters with his smiling face on them.

MISSING: BRADLEY L. THEILS

HAVE YOU SEEN THIS BOY

We searched the surrounding woods arm in arm with volunteer searchers. We had candlelight vigils. We set up hotlines and websites and billboards. We went on Larry King and cried and pleaded for our son’s safe return.

Tips and calls flooded in. He was seen at a Florida gas station. No, he was living out of a homeless youth shelter, somewhere. No, he'd been taken by a Satanic cult as a human sacrifice.

But the leads went nowhere. No fingerprints. No signs of a struggle. Whoever it was had taken Bradley right out the front door.

And a little over a month later authorities called off the active search for my son.

It was heartbreaking.

We kept up the website and the billboards as long as we could afford to. But as weeks turned into months as fewer and fewer people came forward with leads, it began to feel like a siphon on our bank accounts.

My wife moved out the day the last billboard came down.

I don’t blame her, really. It was hard on both of us.

I tried to keep up my old routine. Find some new normal. But the not knowing gnawed at me. Kept me up at night. Was Bradley alive somewhere? Lost? Did he miss us?

Don’t kid yourself, he’s dead

That little voice was never quiet long. I did my best not to listen.

And then one day I got the package.

I found it jammed in my mailbox after work. A large manila envelope with my name written on the front in fat black marker. Funny, I didn’t remember ordering anything. It had no postal markings and felt strangely heavy for such a small thing.

Inside, I found an old VHS tape. The words ‘1:12 “Goodbye,”’ were written on a new white sticker across the front of the tape.

Some part of me knew I should call the police. Or agent Fields from the FBI. Someone. Anyone.

But another part of me knew I had to watch. To see what was on the tape.

At first, I thought it was broken. Nothing but static filled the TV screen as the VCR whirred and clicked. Maybe heat or age had warped it.

The static cut away suddenly to a large room with wet concrete floors and cinderblock walls half hidden in shadow. Something could be heard dripping steadily off camera. I squinted at the screen—tried to make out more detail of what I was seeing. A table and folding chair and a few oil drums. Not a lot else.

Then the music started. Faint and distorted. Like something being piped to a mic from an old boombox.

Welcome to Playtime Jamboree

A whole lotta fun for you and me

Step in-side and you will see

The friend you’ve got in Buh-uh-dee!

The camera angle shifted slightly, as if the tripod were jostled, and into view from stage left shuffled Buddy Wellington.

Only, this wasn’t the friendly smiling bear I’d come to know from Bradley’s descriptions. Or maybe it was and I’d only ever seen him peripherally.

The costume was old. A dirty patchwork of pelts stapled roughly together at the seams—threadbare in places it was soiled and wet with odd glistening stains under the arms and across the belly. The head, bulbous. A crude approximation of a bear’s face with an elongated snout and open snarling mouth covered in grayish fur and yellow taxidermized teeth. Big eyes—black flinty marbles about the size of my fist—were sewn into place with rough thread.

Buddy Wellington stopped in front of the camera and waved a furry paw.

“Hey, boys and girls. Welcome back to Jamboree Valley. It sure is great to see you all for our last show!” His voice was muffled by the mask. Low and throaty. Like sandpaper over rocks.

He clapped his hands together in excitement and did a kind of jig around the room.

“Today we’re gonna have lots of fun, right?”

I stared in silence.

“But before we get down to fun and games—“he paused and glanced about mischievously, “—let’s bring out our Super Special Guest. Buddy’s bestest friend and the winner of the ‘Why I love Buddy Wellington Competition’…little Bradley Theils! Come on over here Bradley!”

Icey fingers flitted nervously about my heart and my breath caught in my throat.

There was Bradley. My Bradley.

Dressed in his Transformers pajamas and barefoot, he stepped awkwardly in front of the camera.

“Bradley!” My scream caught in my throat and I grabbed the TV by its edges as if proximity to the screen might somehow bring me to my son.

“Bradley!” Screamed Buddy Wellington. “Bradley, everybody! Isn’t he just the greatest? Say hi to everyone watching at home, Bradley.”

Bradley raised an arm and waved. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad. HI everyone.”

Buddy Wellingotn held something up. It was the ugly blue and white JUST BECAUSE card Bradley had mailed off. “Bradley really loves me, don’t you Bradley? Tell everybody what you told me in your letter.”

A long string of drool oozed from the corner of Bradleys mouth when he spoke. “I said you’re my bestest friend and I wanted to come live with you and everybody at Jamboree Valley.” He didn’t wipe it away.

“Awwww! I love you too Bradley. And now you’re here how do you like it?” Buddy Wellington laid a fat greasy paw on Bradley’s shoulder.

“It’s pretty cool. I love it.”

His voice sounded lifeless. Slurred.

Buddy Wellington caressed Bradley’s neck—ran a paw down the front of his chest across Optimus Prime’s stern face.

“Well now you’re here as my Special Guest, Bradley! And you don’t ever have to leave! Oh, what fun games do I have planned for you. Now say, so long!”

Bradley waved again. “Goodbye.”

The monstrous bear waved animatedly as he dragged my son off screen.

I'll eat you if you misbehave

Gobble you up

In my cave

The screen went black.

I never saw Bradley again.

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My son was a Guest Star on Buddy Wellington’s Playtime Jamboree.

Have you heard of this show?

God, I hope not.

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