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The Grump & The Drunk | Miguel O'Hara

》 PAIRING: miguel o'hara x spider-woman!reader

》 TROPE/GENRE: grumpy x (drunk) sunshine, fluff, humor

》 SUMMARY: You were clingy, feisty with no filter when you're drunk. Miguel had front row seat of it—literally. You're lucky he didn't mind. In fact, he was glad it was him and not anyone else. The thought made him seethe in jealousy even though you technically were not his girl. But he wasn't sure if that still rang true after tonight's drunken confession (or that make-out session).

》 WARNINGS: alcohol consumption, soft!miguel (also emotionally constipated!miguel but what's new), r calls him miggy to tease him, height difference (he's 6'9" he's an effin giant), r thirsts over him in front of his face lol, some innuendos, brief argument about feelings, overall very cute and fluffy.

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A/N: can anyone guess what movie i watched recently. is anyone surprised that i liked the grump with a side of trauma lmao. ANYWAY. this is the first time i'm writing miguel so pls be nice. wrote this fairly quickly too and it's barely proofread sooo. but i hope you still enjoy it!

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It was late.

Quiet.

Well, for now, at least.

Moments like these were rare to come by, where there wasn't much to do except to let things happen. The multiverse was stable enough not to need any intervention.

It usually was the epitome of the calm before the storm.

Nevertheless, everyone—well, those left at HQ and weren't on stakeout—in the Spider Society took advantage of it.

There was always some sort of activity going on during these types of days. Most of it were small get-togethers in the cafeteria, or perhaps a low-key karaoke in the cinema room. Other times it was much more on the nose.

Right now, there was a party held on the rooftop.

The music was blaring—muffled for him, thanks to his soundproofing—as it jumped from genre to genre depending on who successfully bribed the DJ.

It was rowdy—that he was sure of. What, with the modified alcohol strong enough to affect any Spider-Person as if they weren't enhanced, how could it not be?

Miguel wasn't one for festivities. Not to mention, strobe lights always gave him bad migraines. So after showing face for about ten minutes—he wouldn't have shown up at all but was begged to go by someone he couldn't say no to—he decided to call it a night.

Well, back to his…Spider-Cave.

He was sure there would be copyright issues if that was made official.

But it was dubbed by you so it simply stuck.

You, with bright eyes and a sweet smile as you pleaded for him to come with you to the rooftop even if it was "just a couple minutes, please?"

You, who wore a simple yet gorgeous black dress as you all but dragged him into the elevator, bouncing with excitement because it was going to be your first party here at HQ.

You, who enthusiastically sipped on your Pink Señorita—a margarita with pink lemonade—giddy to feel the buzz of the alcohol after years of being unable to.

You, who was so joyful and uncaring as you danced to your heart's content when your favorite song came on, right in the middle of the floor, shining as bright as the sun as the others revolved around you.

Miguel only watched from the sidelines, his chest aching with longing. So close but out of reach because he couldn't.

He'd only put a damper on your light.

It wasn't a matter of if, it was a matter of when.

He couldn't do that to you.

Soft spot.

Miguel had very few of those.

Anyone who dared to give their opinion on his life with the bravery to say it right to his face said one was occupied by you.

Some would even imply that you held the biggest one.

And sure, the first time Lyla scouted you and suggested for you to be recruited into the Spider Society he might've said yes far too quickly than he should've. But that was only because he saw the way you took down a sector of the Maggia all on your own. He was thoroughly impressed.

There were also times when he let you get away with annoying him scot-free. Whether that was teasing, various nicknames, talking his ear out for hours as you refused to leave him alone to do work, and sometimes even pranks. If it were any other person doing the same things you would've done, they would be leaving the premises at least fearing their life.

He also let you spend time around his magic carpet—as you so unoriginally named it. You were constantly testing those copyright issues—quite often to the point that some of your stuff had migrated the space. There were little trinkets scattered around, evidence that you'd been here.

Miguel finally bought a desk chair perfectly suited for his big and tall stature all because you complained about not having anywhere to sit while you were up here with him.

It was more your chair than it was his, to be honest, since you definitely sat on it far more than he had.

Sure, he could've bought an extra one for you but he didn't want to encourage the teasing—that had been nonstop since you waltzed into his life—that he was playing favorites.

He preferred to stand while he worked, anyway.

Fine.

He could kinda see why many people would say he had a soft spot for you.

Speaking of…

Miguel could hear you before he could even see you.

You were giggling to yourself, followed by poor attempts at whispered apologies when you knocked over something or bumped against something else.

It made him worry a little.

Sure, you were too enthusiastic for his liking, all optimism and sunshine despite everything that you had gone through—it harshly contrasted with his personality.

But he wouldn't particularly classify you as clumsy.

He waited for you to call for him, anticipating which way you'd say it this time around. Your most recent one was: "O'Hara, O'Hara, let down your floating chair."

You thought you were really funny with that one.

But silence.

No cheeky way of asking him to let you come up.

Where'd you go?

Suddenly, he heard a very annoyed and frustrated groan, prolonged and all dramatic.

Then, that familiar thwip rang in the air.

You couldn't have been more impatient.

He was aware of exactly where you were, shooting your webs in random directions so long as you hit a column that took you higher and higher. But even if he didn't have his enhanced senses, your constant giggling would give you away.

Yet as loud as you had already been, your shriek was even louder.

Miguel didn't hesitate to jump off the platform.

His heart was pounding as he clocked your falling figure, adrenaline and fear all at once.

You looked dazed in your freefall, unable to comprehend that your cartridges were empty as you kept trying to shoot your webs.

In the nick of time, he caught you by the waist—upside down.

He let out a huge sigh of relief at the same time you turned into heaps of giggles.

"This isn't how I imagined us getting into this position," you snorted as if you weren't dangling a couple of feet above the ground, feet in the air, arms limp and swaying. "Wow…your thigh is bigger than my head!"

Miguel's whole body warmed, not only from your comments but also because you were still in your dress.

Thank fuck it wasn't a loose skirt.

Not that he would ever look. He might be a bit of a grump—temperamental at times, he'll admit—but he was still a gentleman.

Though he was glad you couldn't see the obvious fluster on his face given your current upside-down predicament.

He'd never hear the end of it.

"I'm flipping you around," he said.

"Like a pancake?"

He didn't answer. He simply tossed you into the air, your squeal echoing off the walls. He caught you again but the right way up this time—your hands clinging onto his shoulders, legs around his waist.

Miguel tried not to dwell on your closeness as he shot a web and pulled you both back up.

"You flipped me like a pancake!" you giggled, stumbling onto the platform once you reached it.

What on earth is going on with you?

One look in your eyes, his unspoken question was swiftly answered.

"Widely irresponsible to swing while drunk," he reprimanded, arms crossed over his chest.

You blew a raspberry, waving your hand dismissively. "Am not drunk."

"Then why did I have to save you from falling head-first into the ground?"

"I slipped!"

"You could've just called me to let the platform down."

"And have it take so fucking long?"

Miguel blinked.

Oh you were so drunk.

"I know it's an intimidating tactic or whatever the fuck it is you're doing. Either way, it's a choice, but it doesn't have to be so damn slow, Miggy!"

"I told you to stop calling me that," he said, no heat in his tone. He simply couldn't stand the way his heart did a funny thing whenever he'd hear that nickname slip past your lips.

"Sorry, sir," you said, sarcasm lacing each letter.

Miguel took a deep breath.

"Don't call me that, either," he said, voice an octave deeper.

You rolled your eyes, completely oblivious to the effect you had on him. "Someone's extra grumpy today."

"Night."

"What?"

"It's night."

"Pfft, you know, you should loosen up your suit," you said, waving at all of him. "Maybe the tightness is making you grumpier somehow, suffocating your muscles and everything."

"The tightness of my suit has nothing to do with my mood."

"Could've fooled me," you scoffed, glaring at him from head to toe. "You're probably chafing in weird places and it's making you irritable. I bet—no, I know you're naked underneath because even though I haven't seen you naked I can still see…stuff, many stuff, big stuff, you know, imagination and not leaving any and shit."

"Dios mío," he grumbled in disbelief, rubbing a palm over his warm face. "How drunk are you?"

"Zero percent-o, Miguelito."

He bit back a smile.

"Could've fooled me," he said, raising a brow at you.

"Don't you dare throw my words back at me," you warned, attempting to appear threatening with your chest puffed out, chin raised as you got all up in his face. You slumped with a pout a second later. "You are so fucking tall!"

"And you are so drunk."

"M'not!"

"Uh-huh, sure," he hummed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Oh I am very sure—Miguel, can you sit down," you complained, brows deeply furrowed as you tried grabbing onto his shoulders, urging him to settle on the chair.

He decided to mess with you a little, planting his feet firmly so you weren't able to budge him even with your enhanced strength.

Your inebriated state wasn't helping your case.

It was the first time he ever got to see you annoyed and he actually found it cute. What, with your brows deeply furrowed and that pout in full play, huffing and puffing as you pushed at his chest with your full body strength, how could he not?

"Miggy sit the fuck down!" you growled.

He resisted the urge to laugh, throwing his hands up as he obliged, "Okay, okay, I'm sitting."

Now, he was the one looking up at you.

Yet you still looked frustrated.

"Is that not any better?" he asked, confused.

"No," you mumbled, glaring down at him, pout still prominent.

The next thing he knew, you were already grabbing onto his shoulders, pushing yourself up the chair.

You sat right on his lap.

Miguel was rarely surprised these days, considering what he did for a living.

But he sure as hell wasn't prepared to have you on top of him.

He could almost feel his brain short-circuit, taking a bit more time and effort for it to get its bearings back into place.

But then, you turned shy, eyes blinking at him all wide with shock as if you didn't know that climbing onto his lap resulted in him and you being so close.

"Hi," you whispered.

"Hello," he murmured, fingers twitching to hold you. He gripped the armrest instead. "Can I ask what exactly it is you're doing?"

"What…was I doing?" you questioned, almost to yourself, scanning the nearly non-existent space between you both before your face lit up. "Oh! I'm trying to talk to you without spraining my neck, genius."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah! You try talking to a six-foot-nine Adonis of a man and see if your neck doesn't hurt after a while."

The corner of his mouth twitched. "Adonis, huh?"

"Not like that," you quickly said, voice shyer. "I mean like…huge, muscular, a-and plump."

"Plump?"

"Yeah!" You nodded enthusiastically, pressing your palms right on top his chest, one on each pec. "You've got plump boobs and ass."

He almost choked on air.

"What has gotten into you?" he asked, thoroughly amused.

"You, hopefully."

"Diosito, ayúdame," he muttered, resisting the temptation to take your word for it. You were drunk. You had no idea what you were saying.

Miguel shook his head when you stared at him confused, still slow on your Spanish. Then again, he'd only ever taught you a few phrases so far.

"How many lemonades did you have?" he asked instead.

"Why are you asking me so many questions!" you groaned, head thrown back as dramatically as you could. "It's my turn to ask questions!"

"Fine," he sighed, ignoring the urge to nip at your exposed skin. He heavily disregarded the thoughts that brewed in his head from the way you were innocently squirming on him, trying to get more comfortable, your skirt hiking up in the process.

He was good at keeping his composure, mastered it after years. He could do it for a couple of minutes more.

"Why'd you disappear?" you sighed.

"Too bright. Too loud."

"Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

"You were having fun. Didn't want to spoil your mood," he stated the obvious. "Besides, my absence didn't affect anything."

"But it did," you insisted, bottom lip jutting out. "Was gonna ask you to dance."

His brow rose at that. "And what made you think I'll say yes?"

"You always say yes," you said, shrugging as if it was a known fact to the universe.

If it was you asking? Maybe.

He honestly felt a little glad he left the party early. He wouldn't even dare to imagine the outcome if he was seen out on the dance floor with you.

He would much prefer it with no audience—just you and him.

"I don't always say yes."

You narrowed your eyes, obviously not believing him by one bit.

But you didn't bother to argue.

Instead, you plopped forward, arms wrapping around his shoulders, face pressed against his neck.

Miguel froze.

He honestly didn't know what to do with himself.

Well, he wanted to do so many things at once, he just didn't know if he should—too many boundaries, too dangerous to cross.

A battle between logic and emotions.

You chose for him, though.

"Will you just—" You pulled his arms off the armrest, wrapping it around you instead. "Want cuddles, please."

How could he say no?

And for the first time in a long while, Miguel finally let himself go.

Body relaxing into the seat, he pulled you a little closer, palms rubbing soft patterns on your back as he pressed his cheek against the side of your head.

It had been so long since he'd cuddled with someone, so maybe his judgment was a little skewed. But still, he didn't remember it feeling this lovely—not until now.

Or maybe because it was you.

And if he didn't know any better, he'd say you were purring.

"Comfortable?" he hummed, rubbing the tip of his nose against your crown.

You nodded, taking a deep breath, humming soon after, "I've always wondered just how nice you smell up close."

He couldn't stop the flush that crept up his face.

"You're warm," you whispered, rubbing your face against his neck like a cat.

It made him wonder if you'd been hanging around Spider-Cat too much—or Meows Morales.

He'd rather not think about it.

Instead, he commanded his suit to uncover his hands, one less barrier between his palm and your skin. The fabric of your dress did very little to conceal your warmth as he continued giving you comforting rubs.

It made you bury yourself deeper into his arms as if you could go any further.

"This feels nice," you murmured, voice muffled against him.

He hummed in agreement.

You both settled into a comfortable silence after that.

But if he listened closely, the steady thump of your heartbeat was soft against his ears. He found the sound relaxing, and the minuscule romantic part of him imagined it was syncing with his own.

A peaceful rhythm.

Your soft breaths tickled his skin as you snuggled closer, his smile unabashedly painted on his face.

No one was here to see it, anyway.

After a few more moments of calmness, he assumed you'd already fallen asleep. He was already preparing himself to carry you across universes and back home when you suddenly spoke up,

"Can I touch your fangs?"

He blinked.

"What?"

You shifted, pulling back a little so that you could meet his eyes, face so close your noses almost touched.

"Your fangs," you repeated.

Before he could even respond, your hands were already on his face, one thumb lifting the corner of his lip while your other hand found his chin, holding him still.

"Wanna feel how sharp they are," you muttered, opting to use both hands now to pull his lips and expose his canines.

"Very sharp and dangerous," he chuckled despite himself, gently grabbing your wrists to stop your prodding. "Just take my word for it."

"You're pretty when you smile," you said, beaming and proud as if seeing his fangs was an accomplishment.

He rolled his eyes, unable to stop himself from grinning.

You smiled wider in return.

Holding your hands between you both, he absentmindedly started stroking your palms with his thumb.

It guided your gaze toward it.

"Your hands are naked!" you gasped, grabbing his wrists and bringing his fingers up to your face, wonder and awe in your eyes as if it was the first time you'd seen them without cover—it wasn't.

You'd seen him in casual clothes before.

Miguel couldn't stop his laugh from escaping even if he tried.

"I didn't know you could do that!" you said, fully amazed before your brows furrowed, pout coming back. "Why can't my suit do that? I have to get all naked just to feel my fingers."

He didn't dwell on that picture.

"I'll tweak it for you if you'd like," he said instead.

Your whole face brightened.

"Really? You'd do that?" you giddily gasped, bringing his hands up to press your palms against his like a double high five. The way your hand was much smaller than his made his heart warm.

He interlaced your fingers together. "Really."

"We're going to make a suit together!" you laughed, lovely and sweet. "That's a big big step."

He chuckled, gaze carefully tracing your beautiful features, each curve and divot glowing with happiness. He felt tempted to count every perfectly imperfect mark that littered your skin, wanting to know if it was there naturally, or if there was a story behind it.

It was supposed to be a swift glance.

He didn't mean to settle too long on your lips.

Nor did he plan to get caught.

"Stop staring," you whispered shyly.

"You're right in front of my face," he deflected, eyes back on yours.

"I know but…" You trailed off, shifting slightly, the tips of your noses brushing in the process.

"But?" he softly prodded.

"You're looking at me weird."

"How so?"

"Like…" you started, voice dropping into a whisper as if you were disclosing a secret. "You want to kiss me."

He couldn't even bother to deny the truth.

"I'll stop staring," he hummed, words holding no weight as he never removed his eyes from you.

"No!" you protested, turning flustered a second later, shyer when he smirked.

"I thought it was weird?" he teased.

"'Weird' was the wrong word," you said, scrunching your nose in thought. Adorable. "I meant different."

"How different?"

"I don't know," you admitted, leaning a little closer. "But I like it."

"Oh, do you, now?"

"Yeah," you breathed out, hands finding their way to gently cup his cheeks.

Miguel leaned into your touch with a soft smile. "Now who's staring?"

"It's because I want to kiss you," you admitted shamelessly. Your fingers traced the outline of his lips, your eyes following their path.

Miguel kissed your fingertips.

You leaned down and kissed him.

He gasped, eyes wide in shock.

A split second, they fluttered shut, head tilting, whole body melting as he kissed you back.

He spent countless amounts of time daydreaming about this moment, different scenarios, wondering what you tasted like, how it'd make him feel. But fuck—nothing could ever compare to the real thing.

It was so many things all at once.

Relief, hunger, satisfaction, desperation, fondness, fear, mind stopping, heart beating faster, soft lips, warm skin, so lovely, so sweet, so fucking addicting.

Now that he'd gotten a taste, he couldn't get enough.

Miguel cupped the back of your neck, arm snaking around your waist to keep you steady, close.

Your hand held onto his shoulder, the other finding its way into his hair, your fingers combing through the strands.

He lost any sense of control when you pulled.

Gripping your hips, he teased his tongue against the seam of your lips, slipping it in the second you opened up for him.

He groaned at your taste.

You whimpered in response.

The sound made him want to devour you.

But then you started moving your hips.

It was awakening, in more ways than one.

But the rational part of him prevailed because it was for your sake.

He pulled away, gently grabbing your chin, when you tried going back in.

"Slow down," he rasped, holding your waist and keeping you still. "Estás borracho, corazón."

"You know I don't understand," you breathed out, chest heaving, lips all plump and tempting.

"You're drunk, sweetheart," he clarified.

"I don't care," you whined, squirming.

He cupped your face in both hands.

"I do."

You pouted.

"Don't do that."

"I'm not doing anything."

"Don't pout," he sighed.

"I'm not pouting," you denied.

"You are," he said, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

Your pout only turned more prominent.

The beep of the clock broke him out of his trance.

It was midnight.

Miguel stood up, taking you with him before gently urging you to stand on your own two feet.

"It’s late. You should go," he said monotonously and stepped back.

You frowned.

He looked away.

"Why do you always do this?"

You were frustrated—no, you were getting angry.

He turned his back on you, eyes on the holograms even though there was nothing worth looking at.

"Do what?" he said, acting oblivious.

"Confuse the fuck out of me," you said, loud with frustration. "You act cold and distant one minute and then you're being nice and sweet the next. You keep your distance but then call me all these cute nicknames sometimes—and yes, you say them in Spanish but I asked Lyla about it once and she told me what they meant."

Traitor—thrown under the bus by his own invention.

"But then sometimes you give in and we get closer but the second I chip your walls you push me away," you continued, getting angrier by the second. "I thought things were getting better between us. But now, you won't even fucking look at me even after we just kissed—"

"You kissed me."

"You kissed me back!" you screamed.

It took him by surprise.

You had never raised your voice, much less yelled at anyone.

But honestly? There was no one else who deserved it more than him.

Slowly turning around, his heart sank when he met your tear-filled eyes.

By instinct, he reached out to try and comfort you.

It only made you angrier.

"You're doing it again!" you growled and stepped back, hands balled into fists.

Miguel stopped, hands up in surrender.

"I'm just trying to protect you," he softly said.

"Protect me?" you scoffed. "Or protect yourself?"

"I'm doing what's best for you," he reasoned, wanting nothing more than to wipe your tears away and kick his own ass for making you cry in the first place.

"You don't know that!"

"Maybe," he said, hands dropping to his sides, dejected. "But I know myself.

"Someone like me shouldn't be with someone as pure and as bright as you."

"No one gets to decide who I should and shouldn't be with," you gritted, taking long strides until you were squaring up to him. "No one but me. That's my choice."

Despite your boiling anger, despite the fact that you were glaring at him in a way that should scare him, despite the absolute animosity that lingered in your voice, your next words couldn't have brought the most opposite reaction from him.

"And I want to be with you."

Happiness, warmth, euphoria—the few things that made his heart burst at the seams.

But Miguel shook his head, eyes dropping to the ground, quickly stomping down emotions.

"I'm only going to end up hurting you," he sighed, pacing back and forth as he rubbed a frustrated hand over his warm face.

"I trust you that you won't."

"Well, you shouldn't," he insisted, eyes filled with longing, wanting to pull you close and taste your lips again despite his words saying otherwise. "You deserve so much better."

"If you believe that so fucking much then be better."

With that, you turned on your heel.

So many things flashed before his eyes, one of which was if he let you walk away now, he was going to lose you, for good.

He fucking panicked.

So much so that he jumped—right over your head.

You squeaked in shock when he landed in front of you.

Miguel didn't waste a second.

He grabbed your face and kissed you senseless.

You stumbled back, Miguel quickly webbing the chair, pulling it just in time for you to land on the cushion.

Not once did his lips leave yours.

He was bending over, hands grabbing the backrest, trapping you against it. You cupped his face, a shiver running down his spine when you trailed your hands down his chest.

But then you gently pushed him back.

He ignored the ache in his heart as he pulled away.

Miguel dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your hands in his, placing a kiss on each palm before he pressed it against his cheeks.

"I want to be with you so badly," he confessed, eyes never leaving yours so you could see it—all of him at your mercy.

"But I'm scared," he whispered, leaning into your touch. "I'm terrified that all I'll ever do is fail you, that I will never end up being the man that you deserve."

"How would you know if you won't try?" you said, thumbs brushing over his cheekbones with the sweetest smile. "And I know you think otherwise, but you deserve to be happy, too."

Miguel didn't know what to say.

So he didn't.

He kissed you instead.

It was slow, reassuring, a soft touch of your lips on his, but never less passionate.

He would've opted to deepen it a little more, but then you downright yawned between the kiss.

And here he thought you couldn't get cuter.

"You need sleep," he chuckled.

"I don't wanna go home," you grumbled, burying yourself into his chest. "It's too far."

"My room, then?" he offered.

You quickly nodded. He could almost feel you grinning against his suit.

He kissed your forehead. "Come on, let's get you to bed."

"Bed?" you gasped, emerging out of your hiding spot to wriggle your brows at him teasingly. "Gosh, take me out to dinner first."

"What am I going to do with you," he grumbled, shaking his head

"Many things, I hope."

He rolled his eyes, pressing the button to let the platform down.

"Miggy, can you give me a piggyback ride?" you asked, pouting for good measure. "I'm tired."

He sighed, turned around and crouched down.

"He doesn't always say yes he said," you giggled.

"Are you getting on or not?"

"Okay, okay, geez." You grabbed his shoulders and hoisted yourself on his back, arms around his neck, legs around his waist. Cheek pressed against his shoulder, you grinned. "Always eager to have me ride you, huh?"

His face warmed.

"I'll drop you if you won't stop."

"No you won't."

Miguel loosened his grip.

You yelped, quickly tightening your hold around him.

"You're so mean!"

He chuckled, turning his head as much as he could and puckering up his lips.

You giggled as you gave him a chaste kiss, pressing your cheek in between his shoulder blades with a deep sigh.

"Lyla, please send extra blankets and pillows to my quarters," he said, smiling to himself when you suddenly got heavier on his back.

He was sure you'd already fallen asleep.

Lyla appeared in front of him a second later, her grin far too wide for his liking.

"Not a single word about this to anyone," he interrupted whatever it was she was starting to say. "Please. Just…give us time to figure this out."

"Gotcha, boss," she said. "But for the record, I'm doing it for her."

"Good."

•••

You squinted at the bright glare that roused you from your sleep. You always close the curtains, it was part of your nightly routine. Why did you forget it this time?

Sitting up, you flopped back down with a deep groan.

Your head was pounding.

Hungover.

You didn't miss this part of drinking at all.

After a few moments, you slowly opened your eyes, the ceiling looking too unfamiliar.

Glancing down, the color of the sheets wasn't the sky blue you recently changed it into. As a matter of fact, that bed was much bigger than you were used to.

This wasn't your room.

In fact, this wasn't your world.

"What did I do?" you whispered, glancing at the nightstand. You saw the tall glass of water first, then the few pills of aspirin.

It was the framed picture that made you realize where you were.

This was Miguel's room.

Memories from last night came rushing in like a train, using your brain as railroad tracks which made your headache worse.

You quickly gulped down the water and meds, throwing the blankets off of you only to flush at the discovery.

Boxer shorts and a huge jacket—you were wearing his clothes.

Stumbling into the en suite, your heart warmed at the extra toothbrush that was already waiting for you.

You quickly made yourself as presentable as possible before making your way to the only place you knew he would be at this time of day.

First to clock in, last to clock out.

The platform was already down when you got there.

It was as if he was waiting for you.

"Morning, sleepy head," Miguel greeted without looking away from the screens.

"Good morning," you responded shyly. You picked at the hem of his jacket, second-guessing your choice of not changing out of it.

You honestly didn't know where to even begin.

As if sensing your discomfort, he turned his chair to face you.

Something flashed in his eyes for a brief moment, something primal as he regarded your figure. It was gone the next second you might as well have imagined it.

"Come here," he murmured, reaching out both hands for you to take.

Walking over to him, you slipped your hands into his, the platform beginning its ascend once you did.

You gasped in surprise when he suddenly pulled you onto his lap.

He placed your hands on his shoulders, his strong fingers curling around your waist.

You couldn't look him far too long in the eyes.

It felt like you'd combust if you did.

"What, now you're shy?" he teased, smirking freely. It was a good improvement, but you didn't know if your heart could take it having him smile at you like that. "You didn't seem to have a problem with this last night."

"Don't remind me," you groaned, hiding your face between your hands.

Miguel chuckled.

God this was so new.

It felt like you were drunk all over again—no sense of what was real and what was all in your head.

But with the soft squeeze on your waist, and the gentle fingers circling around your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face, you knew this was as real as it was going to get.

"What else do you remember?" he asked, thumbs drawing random shapes on the insides of your wrist.

You scrunched up your face. "Everything?"

He hummed, leaning a little closer to nudge the tip of your nose with his, urging you to keep your eyes on him.

"I have no idea how to do this…relationship thing. It's been a while," he started, a faint blush on his cheeks that made him so much more endearing. "But I'm willing to try this—with you."

Your heart grew ten times its size, you were sure of it.

"Yeah?"

He nodded, kissing your knuckles. "If you'll let me."

"We'll figure it out together," you said, holding his face in your hands with a smile.

"I'd like that," he whispered, grin turning cheeky. "On one condition."

"What?" Your brows furrowed.

"Morning kisses are mandatory."

You let out a hearty laugh, sound quick to turn into giggles when Miguel pressed his lips against yours.

It didn't take long for things to get heated.

You were picking up right where you left off last night, a little further given that alcohol wasn't in the equation anymore.

Yet with the way Miguel's hands were roaming your body, grabbing and groping whatever he could reach, tongue hot and heavy as it slipped past your lips, his deep groans vibrating against your palms as you rested it on his chest, his kisses moving their way onto the warm skin on your neck, softly nipping, tongue soothing—it was far more dizzying than any modified alcohol and then some.

It was a familiar voice that broke you off this time.

"Ahem! Uh, hello, I'm here!" It echoed from below. "The baby, too, by the way. So make sure you're…uhm, decent when you bring that thing down."

Miguel pulled away with an annoyed groan, eyes landing on the floating figure that appeared behind you.

If he could kill Lyla with one look—

"What?" she exclaimed. "I didn't say anything!"

"She didn't! You guys just weren't particularly…quiet," Peter B. defended on her behalf, chuckling. "And this place has the worst echo."

"Yeah, that's your fault," you whispered against his lips, pecking him one last time before getting off his lap.

He wasn't particularly happy about that either.

You pushed the button before he could say anything, the platform descending, smiling at him all innocent.

"I'm not done with you," he warned, voice deep with lust it made your whole body tingle.

"I'm counting on it." You winked, hopping off the platform before he could even respond.

Mayday landed in your arms before you could take a step.

"Hi, beautiful girl!" you greeted cheerfully, her chubby cheeks lifting as she giggled at you. "

"I wouldn't rush it," you heard Peter say.

"What?" Miguel gritted, still so annoyed.

"I know you're thinking about having a baby with her."

You bit back a laugh.

The utter silence from Miguel made it so much harder.

"You know nothing," he grumbled.

"Maybe," Peter chuckled, patting him on the back. "About time you made your move though."

Miguel grumbled something incoherent and turned back towards the screen.

Still, you caught the smile he was trying to hide.

It made you warm and fuzzy inside.

You walked over to him with Mayday in your arms. "Say hi to Uncle Miggy!"

Always your best accomplice, Mayday made grabby hands at him, blubbering, "Middy! Middy!"

Miguel sighed, carefully taking Mayday from you, before giving her a soft smile—the only other person he wasn't grumpy to. "Hello, peanut."

She giggled in response, climbing onto his shoulders, settling on them with her arms above his head. She always loved being so tall.

Miguel shot you a glare then, no heat to it at all. If anything, it was filled with pure fondness.

You grinned at him.

"You're a bad influence," he whispered to you.

"I don't think I am, Middy," you teased, standing on your tippy toes to place a kiss on his lips.

The way he suddenly turned flustered was adorable.

And when Mayday made a yucky sound, and Peter B. laughed, you knew your work of teasing him for the day was done.

"Come on, bub, let's go get you ice cream," you called, the little girl giggling in delight before jumping into your arms. You sent Miguel a wink before leaving him to deal with his beloved friend's teasing. Peter was practically waiting for this moment.

Many people regretted what they had done while drunk, especially when it involved something embarrassing.

Not you.

You regret nothing at all.

✫*｡･ﾟ.★. *｡･ﾟ♛ *.

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[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New SpaceTime out Monday....

SpaceTime 20231009 Series 26 Episode 121

The launch of NASA’s Psyche spacecraft delayed again

Mission managers have rescheduled the launch of NASA’s Psyche spacecraft to a metal asteroid for Thursday October 12th.

What causes Earth’s strongest lightning

Scientists have found that the planet’s most powerful lightning events – known as super-bolts -- are more likely to strike, the closer a storm cloud’s electrical charging zone is to the land or ocean’s surface.

The FAA releases its report on Blue Origin’s crash and burn

The US Federal Aviation Administration report into the mid-air failure which destroyed a Blue Origin New Shepherd rocket has ordered a list of 21 corrective actions which need to be undertaken before the company can fly again.

The Science Report

The 2023 Nobel Prizes in Physics chemistry and Medicine awarded in Sweeden.

A new study is looking at people’s attitudes to Daylight Saving

The a commercially available water additive that limits the reformation of plaque and tartar on dogs' teeth.

Skeptics guide to anti-vax disinformation

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

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SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States.  The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science.  SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research.  The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network.  Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor.  Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. Later, Gary became part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and was one of its first presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth.  The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually.  However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage.  Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently.  StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016.  Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #esa #nasa #astrophysics #spacetimewithstuartgary #starstuff #spacetime

[hit-song-showdown]

Year-End Poll #30: 1979

[Image description: a collage of photos of the 10 musicians and musical groups featured in this poll. In order from left to right, top to bottom: The Knack, Donna Summer (x2), Chic, Rod Stewart, Peaches & Herb, Gloria Gaynor, Village People, Anita Ward, Robert John. End description]

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We have made it through another decade, everyone. As we reach the end of the 1970's, we are also reaching the end of disco. This is something that makes this genre stand out in a historic sense. Because while we've covered many genres tied to their decade (traditional pop with the 50s, doo-wop with the 60s, etc), those didn't necessarily end the moment the decade switched over. We're still in disco's peak (the dance party before the storm), and many of the songs and artists featured on today's poll are still considered classics. Fun fact, the original name for Chic's Le Freak was called Fuck Off!, which in my opinion is the correct way to sing along to it. The song was written after the band couldn't get into Studio 54, the disco hot spot of the 1970's.

Which brings us to the first crumbling pillar that will send disco collapsing. As disco became mainstream, the aesthetics of disco became less about marginalized people surrounding themselves with opulence and luxury as an escape, and more about...the opulent surrounding themselves with more luxury. The communities who had built this subculture were getting priced out of their own hot spots as the upper class and the celebrities flocked to the hot new thing.

But the disco backlash wasn't just marginalized people and disco purists frustrated with the gentrification and commodification of their subculture. In fact, I think it's safe to say that they were the minority. In reality, the disco backlash had two main prongs: the general music-listening public who was sick of hearing disco on every station, and/or bigots who would hate any kind of Black or gay music they heard no matter how commercialized it became.

So, let's talk about Disco Demolition Night.

July 12th, 1979, the rock vs. disco conflict reached its ugliest peak as tens of thousands of people stormed Comiskey Park in Chicago. Disco records were crushed, burned, and even blown up. The event soon broke out into a riot and thankfully no one was killed, but the demonstration still casts an unpleasant shadow over this moment in music history.

I don't want to diminish the ugliness of this event. As Craig Werner, a professor of African American studies at the University of Wisconsin put it:

"The Anti-disco movement represented an unholy alliance of funkateers and feminists, progressives and puritans, rockers and reactionaries. None the less, the attacks on disco gave respectable voice to the ugliest kinds of unacknowledged racism, sexism and homophobia." (A Change Is Gonna Come)

And to quote Chic's Nile Rogers:

"It felt to us like Nazi book-burning. This is America, the home of jazz and rock and people were now afraid even to say the word 'disco'. I remember thinking - we're not even a disco group."

So I don't want to imply that Disco Demolition Night wasn't a shameful moment, because it was. However, it didn't kill disco. I see a lot of music retrospectives use this event as the one climactic moment that killed the genre and forced music itself to change. And I get why; it's an exciting and narratively satisfying conclusion to come to. But I don't want to say that, because I don't want to give Steve Dahl, the anti-disco shock jock radio DJ who organized the event, the credit in taking down an entire subculture.

Commercialization killed disco. White executives and artists cramming disco into everything without appreciating its roots killed disco. Gentrification killed disco. Changing tastes killed disco. Homophobia and racism killed disco. Capitalism killed disco.

A radio DJ and his angry drunk white boy fans storming a baseball stadium didn't kill disco. But it was the symptom of a disease that was already coursing through the system.

And despite the genre's historic death, disco would actually continue to live on past this decade in a variety of ways. Much like most other genres, disco was able to change and evolve with the times -- it just couldn't do so under the "disco" label as even the name itself became poison.

Also, as I said I keep these polls focused on the U.S. charts because that's where I'm from so I have a better understanding of the musical and historic context. However, it seems like disco's death was mostly contained to this country. When I glance at the various European charts (and any European followers can feel free to correct me), disco didn't seem to drop off in the same way. This will become relevant when we cover some of the European crossovers in a few decades.

So as we celebrate/mourn the end of the seventies with its last dance party, we can all come together and agree that whether you're a rock fan or a disco fan, at least most of your music has aged better than talk radio.

See you all in the 80's.

#billboard music #billboard poll #tumblr poll #1970s #1970s music #1979 #the knack #donna summer #chic #rod stewart #peaches and herb #gloria gaynor #village people #anita ward #robert john

[remembertheplunge]

My one year on the street

From the book “100 Years” by Joshua Prager:

BIRTH:   “Birth was the death of him.” Samuel Beckett, A Piece go Monologue

My margin note to above:

March 15, 2018

Re: Birth was the death of him” I wrote “Me!”

The Thunderstorms raged at my birth.

There was a double rainbow over 24 hour Fitness Gym parking lot last evening. I cried a bit-----

The heavens blessed my one year on the street.

(DJ’s first night in the house was 3/15/2017)

End of entry

Notes:  1/24/2024

When I was born at 7:05pm Monday June 20, 1955, a thunder storm was raging outside per my parents (confirmed by a Google search)

 Between mid March and late October 2017, I had on about 10 separate occasions different homeless men stay with me in my house. They would stay in the guest room for anywhere between one night and a few weeks. I also filled up bags with food, socks, tooth brushes and other assorted street survival items and pass them out in my travels. I did this in at least 12 cities. This is what I was referring in my margin note above when I referred to “my year on the street”.

I met some of the homeless men in the parking lot area of 24 Hour Fitness (now Valley Gym) off Ben Holt Ave in Stockton California.  That’s why the double rain bow had such an impact on me there.

I had some harrowing , wondrous adventures during the year on the street which I intend to detail in future blogs. It was one of the best years of my life. My homed  friends said that I was going to be murdered. My clients in Jail loved my work with the homeless.

I found it to be a healing time. I was never physical injured , but I did lose lap tops, cars (taken on joy rides and returned) my wallet, an I phone. It was worth it.

I came up with the phrase “You gotta get taken to get taken to." I saw things and went places no other homed person would go.  (BY homed, I mean people that have a secure place to live and a stable income) The loss of the things was a small price to pay for the insights I gained from street life encounters.

#journaling #journal #homeless work #homelessness #3/15/2018 #my one year on the street #letting the homeless live in my house #the book 100 years Joshua Prager #Samuel Beckett Monolouge

[princess-of-the-corner]

Any ideas for miraculous characters' Greek godly parents? I've been shifting them around for a bit but can't make up my mind aside from Athena!Marinette

shit fuck I had a list somewhere on the blog ages ago where'd it go?

Okay I also chose Athena for Mari because yeah that's a VIBE

I did put down Adrien as a Hades Kid low-key because of my whole thing with the Black Cat also being Death and also it's fucking hilarious because he's sunshine.

Alya got Nike and my logic is that she loves recording stories of Heroes and their triumphs, so Goddess of Victory works

Nino as a Dionysus kid sound hilarious on paper but he is our party dj guy so he's more that aspect than the wine aspect.

Chloé is an Ares kid because the way I write her she's always a fighter, whether it be mentally/emotionally or letting her go apeshit in a fight. (Also side note as a slight criticism of canon pjo: we need more of the overlap of like. An Ares kid who still likes 'girly' things and an Aphrodite kid who can be butch without going 'I'm not like other girls teehee')

anyway:

Juleka and Luka are both Apollo kids, the two black cats in a cabin of golden retrievers. They're still half-siblings like my other AUs though, with Juleka's Mortal Parent being Anarka and Luka's being Jagged(which does have Canon Backing on the Gods making kids from same-sex pairings)

Rose I'm actually vibing with Persephone because like. The flowers? The fact I always give Rose some Death Connection in my AUs and Persephone spends half her time in the Underworld? Hell yeah

Max is a Hephaestus kid. Basic but it makes sense ya boy builds robots.

Alix got Hermes because she does the speed ya know? She'd totally rock a non-cursed pair of winged sneakers.

Mylene is with Iris because have you seen the PJO version of Iris? It's the same energy.

Sabrina is a Nemesis kid which is fun to fuck around with tbh.

Kagami is absolutely a Zeus kid because I can't not give her Storm Powers like GIRL

Lila, despite me usually writing her as AroAce, gets to be an Aphrodite kid. Because I love irony and also tell me she wouldn't be a menace with Charmspeak.

#ml pjo au

[ask-hurricane-red]

Hey everybody, it's DJ RED

and Typhoon!

and we're Hurricane RED!

We took over Inkopolis News while Off The Hook went on their world tour.

And now we're here to stay! We know Deep Cut's Anarchy Splatcast is more popular-

And don't get me wrong, we like it too!

But we hope to still provide local news for everyone here in Inkopolis!

We also got approved for a new segment:

Ask Hurricane RED!

Send in your questions and we'll answer 'em!

Until next time everybody...

There's always calm before a storm, so let's KEEP IT WILD!

Hey guys! this is the first post on here pretty much explaining the blog. this here under the cut is some important info that i wanna have accessible! keep in mind, whenever i talk in white on this blog, its OUT OF CHARACTER. the colors are how i differentiate!

I made the profile picture by editing together two image makers in medibang. they are linked below.

DJ RED's side (octoling): https://mebuika.kenkenpa.net/takomakertest.html

Typhoon!'s side (inkling): https://mebuika.kenkenpa.net/takomakertest.html

#pinned post

[seginbeats]

Heritage moments for me on this blog:

DJ Divorced

Giacomo giving Cereza a plush Zorua and everybody piling into her room to try and see where she puts it

Larry McBozo The Tax Evasion Clown

Comfort Character Anon

Giacomo threatening to kill Ghetsis with a forklift

#☆ ‹ ʙᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴀɢᴇ ᴘᴀss › out of character

[saturnsorbits]

For the event, Hawks. Been together for 3 years, anniversary at a karaoke bar, fluff :)

This is so cute and I'm so glad to have found your blog! I've read all of your fics and have enjoyed them sm 🥺

Hello, Hello! 😘

This is my first attempt at Hawks, so you'll have to excuse my somewhat underdeveloped characterisation!

Also: I absolutely adore your pfp. You guys look so good together! 😭💕

Duet

-> Hawks; Karaoke Bar; 0.8k.

TW: Pure fluff.

Another round of cheers shatters the air as the a tall, blonde hops down from the stage and slinks back into the crowd. For a Thursday night, the small Karaoke bar is pretty full. Both bar tenders are busy, shaking drinks and taking orders and there's been a steady stream of people scurrying backwards and forwards across the dance floor to put their names down with the DJ for the best part of an hour. There's a warmth to the evening, something that promises everyone in the building a good time – no questions asked.

'Our next performer is Keigo Tamaki...' The DJ's voice crackles over the speakers. 'We're looking for a Keigo Tamaki.'

'Ah, shit..' Reluctantly pulling away from you, Hawks glances up. 'Back in a minute, babe.' Knocking back the rest of his drink, he plants a wet kiss on your cheek before skirting around your chair and jogging towards the stage. He takes the small staircase two at a time and spins on the balls of his feet when he finally comes to a stop in front of the small monitor that will, in a few seconds, display the lyrics to his song. Already he's beaming, the lights making his smile glow as he steps up to the microphone.

The speakers crackle again, the rosy voice of the DJ just about cutting clear over the gentle chatter of the bar. 'And here he is... Keigo Tamaki, everyone!'

Hawks taps the microphone. 'I...' Hawks spreads his fingers on his chest and beams. 'Want to dedicate my first song of the night -.'

A cheer breaks his sentence, a small group of regulars whooping and whistling before finally silencing for him to continue.

'… To my beautiful girlfriend.' He squints through the lights and into the darkness beyond, trying to spot where you're sat in the small booth off to the side of the bar. When he finally catches your eye, he waves and raises his eyebrows. 'She's put up with me for three whole years today and I am incredibly in love with her.'

There's a wolf whistle, another round of applause and cheers. From the back of the room someone shouts: 'Congratulations', and then the music starts.

He's chosen a cheesy song, because of course he has, but the opening notes make you smile and bite your lip anyway. From your booth, you watch him let loose on stage. It takes him approximately three seconds take the microphone from its stand, another two until he's dancing, bopping around the stage with enough force to shake it. He looks like he's in his element. Still, no matter how much fun he's having up there, he doesn't miss a single chance to sing directly at you.

You sing back what little you know of the song and watch as his eyes light up, joy dancing across his features each time he catches your mouth moving and your body bopping along to the beat.

He's blushing up a storm, he can feel it. The familiar buzz of being watched, of being admired, flows through his veins and makes him feel alive; but it has nothing to do with the two dozen or so patrons. Your eyes are the only thing he needs. Preening, he hits a high note and twirls, once again catching you as you sneakily take a picture of him and grin back, egging him on as he hits the final chorus.

When the song finally ends, half of the bar are on their feet, you included. You squeal above the music, clapping as he slips the microphone back into its stand and takes a playful bow on stage.

'Do a song with me.' Its the first thing out of his mouth when he lands back at the table, snatching you out of your seat to wrap his arms around your waist. He peppers your face with kisses, even as his fridge sticks to him from being under the lights. Pouting, he sticks out his bottom lip and whines. 'It's not as fun if you're not up there with me.'

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you let him start to sway you as the next singer begins a ballad that makes the hairs on your arms stand on end. 'What song?'

'Something cheesy... Like really cheesy. Islands in the Stream, or I Got you Babe. That song from Greese. I'll slide across the floor and let you put your foot on my shoulder and everything.'

Hawks glows, his cheeks apple red and he rambles away the adrenaline coursing through his veins. He's stunning like this, you think, shining and bright and so full of life. It makes him hard to turn down...

'Okay.' You grin and chuckle when he lurches forward to kiss you. Cupping your cheek with a palm, he tilts your head gently to deepen the kiss, letting himself drown in you as he feels your nails itch at his shoulders. His chest swells, lungs filling with nothing, but you until finally, you break away breathless, but smiling. Fuck, he loves your smile.

'Okay.' You repeat, stepping back just enough to poke him in the chest. 'But, I get to pick the song.'

#saturnsoneyeardown

[romsblue13]

What's up guys,for to this blog let me introduce to you my name, I am Romsblue13 but you can call me DJ Romaknows your ka talk in reading that may gives you joy and also knowledge about life, while you are reading this blog of mine.

To tell you more about myself, thy DJ Romaknows is from Dolores Eastern Samar and recently living in one of the upstream barangay of Dolores wherein Villahermosa, and to share with you, the word Villahermosa was derived from the Spanish word, Villa means "Village" and Hermosa means "beautiful".

So much for that, let us fucos about my hometown (Dolores Eastern Samar). Dolores, Eastern Samar, a hometown of mine is a serene town nestled in the heart of the Philippines, that holds a special place in my heart. It's a place known for its natural beauty, from pristine beaches to lush forests. The warm smiles and camaraderie of the people in my hometown are as inviting as the clear blue skies.

To continue about my life, In a world filled with challenges and obstacle, I grew and stand as a testament to the power of faith toward God in my hometown where I born and raised, and to begins in humble beginnings in introducing myself. Growing up in a simple family, I quickly learned the values of hard work, perseverance, and compassion and because of these early lessons that I had faced, it helps me to strengthen the foundation of my faith toward God and to possess a positive mindset interms of facing the secret battles of mine.

In addition, life has a way of testing one's resolve, and even I myself is not excepted of it, specially in financial hardships to my personal setbacks, the adversity that I faced at a young age. However, it was during these challenging moments of my path, I discovered the strength of my faith, and also I found out that in times of darkness, adversity and afflictions, all the things that I've faced, it turned to my faith for solace and guidance. I found comfort in prayer, believing that God had a plan for me, even when the path ahead seemed unclear. This unwavering faith became my anchor in the storm. But to clarify this faith of mine is not mean that I will overcome all the challenges of life rather I always keep in my mind that my faith toward God is vain if he's not in me, because I believe that there's nothing matters except the goodness and grace of God.

Finally, through hard work and determination, I overcame many obstacles. And as of now I am pursuing my dreams through continuing my study with a course of Bachelor of Arts in Communication, and developing my skills, because I believe that someday I will become successful so that I can support my family and also to other who need my help.

#Introduce yourself

[djstormpresents]

Strap In For The Top 20+ Ass Whoopins Of The Last 20+ Years.

YES, the word “whoopings” was misspelled deliberately. Somebody most likely knocked the G out of it in the process of creating that title. Mojo movie clips has compiled some of the most prolific pummelings… the most spectacular smack-downs ever dedicated to cinema screens. Do be warned, the entire run through is a tad lengthy, but it is well worth the watch. Sit back, and enjoy the beatings below.

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#Batman #Beating #Cinema Mojo #DJ Storm #DJ Storms Blog #Film #Henry Cavil #Jackie Chan #Kicking #Mojo #Movies #violence #Youtube

[undeadgoathead]

I posted 3,981 times in 2022

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I tagged 35 of my posts in 2022

#goathead - 19 posts

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Longest Tag: 27 characters

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

This weekend will be Dance Darklings anniversary celebration! Join us for 30+ hours of music on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. There will be tons of DJs playing a variety of songs from diverse genres, including a metal hour with yours truly! Hope to see you there. Room ID: 87236303339 PW: Darklings #dancedarklings #dance #darklings #goth #club #rave #cybergoth #newwave #punk #rock #metal #heavymetal #metalhead #headbanger #electronica #edm #techno #trance #undead #goathead https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbd8CtWL3bW/?utm_medium=tumblr

1 note - Posted March 23, 2022

#4

End of an era: Today is the grand finale of Turntable Tuesday! At least, until I get my grubby little paws on more vinyl. Until then, enjoy this Flexi Disc of Sacrificial Fire, by Ripped to Shreds! Hear the single play in my story today, before it disappears. What a wild ride this experience has been! . . #turntabletuesday #turntable #recordplayer #recordcollection #vinylcollection #vinyl #vinylcommunity #vinylcollector #album #albumcover #flexidisc #decibelmagazine #decibel #rippedtoshreds #sacrificialfire #deathmetal #headbanger #metalhead #undead #goathead https://www.instagram.com/p/CcRZxeHLCgy/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

1 note - Posted April 12, 2022

#3

Tagged by @thecommongrave

Last song: At the Destination, by Lake of Tears.

Last movie: Top Gun: Maverick

Last book: Vader Down

(Oi! Comic books still count as books! It's right there in the name!)

I'm tagging:

@818zombie @sickboii310 @princesspakalolo @p-o-s-s-e-s-s-e-d-b-y-f-i-r-e

3 notes - Posted June 8, 2022

#2

Welcome to another #turntabletuesday ! This week, we explore a classic: The iconic Black Album by Metallica! This album gets its fair share of flack. But why? Half the tracklist are bona fide bangers! Enter Sandman, Sad But True, The Unforgiven, Wherever I May Roam, Nothing Else Matters, and The Struggle Within!? Each song is heavier than the next! Can you guess which barnburner will be featured in my story tomorrow? Tune in to find out! 😉 . . #theblackalbum #blackalbum #blackouttuesday #metallica #metalhead #metal #thrashmetal #thrash #thrasher #vynil #vynilrecords #lp #turntable #recordcollection #record #recordplayer #spin #spindoctor #dj #latenight https://www.instagram.com/p/CaBvspBuUfc/?utm_medium=tumblr

4 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

New profile pics for Tumblr, Twitter, and Facebook, respectively. Also updated my background images to photos of my turntable, playing some of my favorite records. Part of spring cleaning, is refreshing one's social media presence! . #update #refreshing #renew #rejuvenation #springcleaning #spring #rebirth #renaissance #aprilshowers #mayflowers #storm #cloud #sky #nature #technology #personality #selfexpression #records #recordcollection #recordplayer #turntable #profilepictures #backgrounds https://www.instagram.com/p/CcwGpnDPVBS/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

6 notes - Posted April 24, 2022

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#tumblr2022 #year in review #my 2022 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

[anarchy-shoutmon]

A more accurate about me pinned post

Hi, My name is Gothic-Shoutmon27, and welcome to my blog! I am in a loving relationship with my beautiful girlfriend @voidsweets I love you baby!💕💕 am in a bunch of fandoms, some you are familiar with, others....maybe not-

The more recent fandoms I'm in;

Avatar (2009)

Thomas and Friends

Robot Trains

Lego Monkie Kid

Blaze and the Monster Machines

Planes

Planes; Fire and Rescue

Super Wings

Cars 1/2/3

Happy Tree Friends

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Now these are the fandoms I've been in for a while.

Transformers

The entirety of The Tales of Arcadia series

FNAF

Mega Man

Monster High

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Sonic the hedgehog

Ben 10

Iron Leaguer

Brave Police J-Deckerd

Monsters Inc/University

Loonatics Unleashed

Ninjago

Pokemon

Cookie Run

Digimon Fusion

No Straight Roads

Pucca

Mighty no.9

Jak and Daxter

Sly Cooper

Ratchet and Clank

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And that's every fandom I'm in! Now to fully introduce myself.

Blazen

Blaze, Halo, Boost, Sleek

Trans non binary lesbian

17

My gender is yes

the fandoms I'm in, my girlfriend, my followers, drawing, long car rides, cats, dogs, listening to music, the feeling of being high on power when I am home alone, my family, my friends

creeps, people annoying me, waking up in the morning

Taken

May or may not have depression

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And that's pretty much every about me. Now to tell you about my comfort characters

Crusher, Blaze, Pickle, Darington, Stripes - Blaze and the Monster Machines

Ripslinger, Dusty Crophopper, ishani, Skipper, Bravo and Echo - planes

Blade Ranger, Windlifter, Lil Dipper, Maru, Cabbie - Planes; Fire and Rescue

Jet, Jerome, Chase, Paul - Super Wings

Flippy, Fliqpy, Splendid, Splendont, Nutty, Flaky, Lifty and Shifty - Happy Tree Friends

Red Son, Yin and Jin, MK, Sun Wukong, Macaque, Nezha, the mayor - Lego Monkie Kid

Lightning McQueen, Strip Weathers, Jackson Storm, Boost, Dj, Wingo, Snot Rod, Rod Torque Redline, Finn Mcmissile, Mater, Cruz, Siddley - Cars 1/2/3

Kay, Duke, Alf - Robot Trains

Thomas, Gordon, James, Percy, Toby, Edward, Henry - Thomas and Friends

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I'll add more soon, and that is everything about me

I am open to chat and I have a Discord it's 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑨𝒓𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓#3218 if you want to talk with me on there.

Bye

#planes: fire and rescue #disney planes #irl stuff #disney cars #blaze and the monster machines #happy tree friends #thomas and friends #blade ranger #dusty crophopper #ttte gordon #too many stuff to tag

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

New SpaceTime out Monday....

SpaceTime 20231016 Series 26 Episode 124

Australia’s first nuclear fusion reactor.

The University of New South Wales is to develop Australia’s first nuclear fusion tokamak.

Earth’s largest ever solar storm 

Scientists have discovered evidence of what may have been the largest ever solar storm to hit the Earth.

Russian ISS segment springs third leak in under a year

The Nauka multipurpose logistics laboratory module on the Russian segment of the International Space Station has sprung a coolant leak.

The Science Report

Earth has just had had its hottest September on record.

A new study claims eating grapes is good for eye health.

Scientists discover that cats purr differently than previously thought.

Skeptics guide to foolish fact checkers

SpaceTime covers the latest news in astronomy & space sciences.

The show is available every Monday, Wednesday and Friday through Apple Podcasts (itunes), Stitcher, Google Podcast, Pocketcasts, SoundCloud, Bitez.com, YouTube, your favourite podcast download provider, and from www.spacetimewithstuartgary.com

SpaceTime is also broadcast through the National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio and on both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

SpaceTime daily news blog: http://spacetimewithstuartgary.tumblr.com/

SpaceTime facebook: www.facebook.com/spacetimewithstuartgary

SpaceTime Instagram @spacetimewithstuartgary

SpaceTime twitter feed @stuartgary

SpaceTime YouTube: @SpaceTimewithStuartGary

SpaceTime -- A brief history

SpaceTime is Australia’s most popular and respected astronomy and space science news program – averaging over two million downloads every year. We’re also number five in the United States.  The show reports on the latest stories and discoveries making news in astronomy, space flight, and science.  SpaceTime features weekly interviews with leading Australian scientists about their research.  The show began life in 1995 as ‘StarStuff’ on the Australian Broadcasting Corporation’s (ABC) NewsRadio network.  Award winning investigative reporter Stuart Gary created the program during more than fifteen years as NewsRadio’s evening anchor and Science Editor.  Gary’s always loved science. He studied astronomy at university and was invited to undertake a PHD in astrophysics, but instead focused on his career in journalism and radio broadcasting. He worked as an announcer and music DJ in commercial radio, before becoming a journalist and eventually joining ABC News and Current Affairs. Later, Gary became part of the team that set up ABC NewsRadio and was one of its first presenters. When asked to put his science background to use, Gary developed StarStuff which he wrote, produced and hosted, consistently achieving 9 per cent of the national Australian radio audience based on the ABC’s Nielsen ratings survey figures for the five major Australian metro markets: Sydney, Melbourne, Brisbane, Adelaide, and Perth.  The StarStuff podcast was published on line by ABC Science -- achieving over 1.3 million downloads annually.  However, after some 20 years, the show finally wrapped up in December 2015 following ABC funding cuts, and a redirection of available finances to increase sports and horse racing coverage.  Rather than continue with the ABC, Gary resigned so that he could keep the show going independently.  StarStuff was rebranded as “SpaceTime”, with the first episode being broadcast in February 2016.  Over the years, SpaceTime has grown, more than doubling its former ABC audience numbers and expanding to include new segments such as the Science Report -- which provides a wrap of general science news, weekly skeptical science features, special reports looking at the latest computer and technology news, and Skywatch – which provides a monthly guide to the night skies. The show is published three times weekly (every Monday, Wednesday and Friday) and available from the United States National Science Foundation on Science Zone Radio, and through both i-heart Radio and Tune-In Radio.

#science #space #astronomy #physics #news #nasa #esa #astrophysics #spacetimewithstuartgary #starstuff #spacetime

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A-T-4 016 Papa Levi

Out of the Saxon DJs from the early eighties Papa Levi was a star even though he didn't achieve the mainstream success of Smiley Culture or Tippa Irie in the UK. He remained with Saxon and touring the world with them throughout the eighties spread Papa Levi's lyrical style and delivery over Jamaica and New York

I've read a few articles that say Papa Levi, whose real name is Phillip Williams, was the first of the Saxon posse to cut a record but I thought this was Maxi Priest and his original 1983 version of Strolling On, maybe it's because Maxi Priest was a singer rather than DJ this gets ignored? anyway Papa Levi (as Philip Levi) and his debut single Mi God Mi King was on the UK Reggae Charts in January 1984 and topping it by February

Below is a section form a 2005 blog post on Papa Levi by John Eden and I've added tracks at the appropriate points. One thing I'd like to add is Papa Levi's single Big Broad Massive n Hard is an example of black pride and confidence that you also hear in lovers rock

Maxi Priest and Paul “Barry Boom” Robinson produced Philip Levi’s “Mi God Mi King”; the first vinyl outing for a member of the troupe of Saxon MCs.

The tune originally came out on a Bad Breed 7″ in 1984 and stormed up the reggae charts, hitting the number one spot in February. The reason for its success was that it was the first bit of vinyl to capture the “fast chat” style which had dominated Saxon and other soundsystems for the previous year, if not longer.

When the Bad Breed pressing sold out, the tune was repressed on Level Vibes as a 12″. In fact this was a Maxi Priest/ Papa Levi double header, with Maxi taking the first cut on each side, Levi following with a deejay version and then the dub finishing up. 

I can’t begin to describe how well all this works – Maxi’s “Sensi” is one of the best UK roots tunes I’ve heard with its proper raw production (cruelly polished up on his 1st LP) – following it with “Mi God Mi King” doubles the impact – Levi’s ability to cram more words into a line mean that it actually feels like the riddim is pitched up. It isn’t. His break-out into double speed vocals half way through the track provide the kind of intensity also seen in jungle with its beats going twice the speed of the bassline.

Mi God Mi King

The flipside of the 12″, with Maxi’s “Love in the Ghetto” coupled with Levi’s “Mi Deh Ina Mi Yard” is perhaps even better. Maxi haunting vocals making an appearance in the background of Levi’s ominous chat about the Brixton riots… Veteran reggae journalist Penny Reel remembers the demand for the song at the time meaning that all the available record presses in London were running full pelt, 24 hours a day to satisfy demand. Indeed “Mi God Mi King” was so successful that it was snapped up by Sly & Robbie in JA, who released it on their own Taxi label. Levi then made history once again when the tune became the first by a UK deejay to reach number one in the JA charts. Imagine the feelings of elation that must have unleashed in the reggae community in the UK and London, who had looked to Jamaica for inspiration since the very beginning…

Mi Deh Ina Mi Yard

Riding the crest of a wave, Levi then became the first Saxon MC to sign a deal with a major label in the form of Island Records. Island are mainly associated with "album-ised" 70s JA roots like Marley and Burning Spear (as well as worthies like LKJ) but it also seems that they had their fingers on the pulse of homegrown talent.

Certainly Levi’s releases on Island are every bit as good as those on indies and the talent is definitely all there in the form of producer Paul “Groucho” Smykle, Paul Robinson continuing with drum duties and George Oban on bass & keyboards. Oban deserves a special “Uncarved gold medal” for going the distance with Aswad, UK fast chat, On-U Sound and even the Red Crayola.

[There's a bit on Papa Levi's first Island release Bonnie & Clyde I'm skipping and going straight into the UK classic...]

Big ‘n’ Broad followed shortly afterwards and was a return to more familiar soundsystem rhymes and attitude. The tune is about Levi’s lyrical dexterity and his career as an MC with Saxon Studio International. I’m assuming a good few people have already heard this because it’s on the Lyric Maker mix, but the 12″ also includes an extended instrumental section which we left out. A classic, anyway.

Big Broad Massive n Hard

#1984 #papa levi #dancehall #reggae #london #england #uk