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bisexualsforprompto · 4 years

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Worth Chapter Two

(Mostly some introductions, integral exposition. The next chapter will be far more interesting).

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Marinette walked onto the plane, the day was a much better day. She had a whole breakfast, and was so excited that she never even thought of disappointing anybody. That is until she got onto the bus, Lila started talking about how the city was crime ridden and she couldn’t believe Marinette would let them go. Marinette’s heart sank, she was right. Gotham was dangerous, if something happened she’d never forgive herself. She’d be a failure just like Chat always knew.

Luckily for her, Lila’s story had to be centered around the liar herself so she quickly changed the subject and regaled the bus with her “true stories” of how she and Batman had teamed up, he even wanted to make her a superhero, but of course Lila was too busy. She also told the bus about how her and Damian Somethingorother (marinette couldn’t remember the name because her BS detector was going off too loudly) were in an on again off again relationship. Marinette sat down in a back seat in the bus, she knew that Alya wouldn’t join her, she was too invested in Lila’s story, but to her delight Kay joined her.

Kay Khan was Marinette’s other best friend. Gigantic theatre nerd, couldn’t go a day without talking or singing but Marinette wouldn’t have it any other way. The rest of the class thought she was a little odd, but she was a genius. Like freaky smart, so they all tried to work with her when they could. Unfortunately for Kay, Marinette was really her only friend because she was...overly blunt. Kay didn’t have a filter and Lila took her down pretty quickly.

On Kay’s first day she came into the class and expressed her adoration of theatre when Miss. Bustier asked her what her hobbies were. Kay told the class that her favorite musical was Newsies because Jeremy Jordan was the original Jack Kelley. So of course Lila said that she personally knew him, on that day Marinette was not happy. Chat had been a handful the night before and she expected the new girl to fall for Lila’s lies, instead Kay asked, “Wasn’t he just amazing in Dairy Boys?” Lila nodded and exclaimed, “I saw him in that. A true work of art.” Kay smirked and sat down, but not before saying, “That’s funny because Jeremy Jordan was never in Dairy Boys, oh, and Dairy Boys doesn’t exist.”

Marinette knew Kay and her would be great friends, but that meant Lila had Kay targeted. Not only for humiliating her (which she quickly covered with another idiotic lie), but also because she vowed she’d take Marinette’s friends away. That included the weird new girl. It didn’t help that Adrien also seemed to hate Kay, mostly because she had called out Lila. If it had been a year ago Marinette would’ve never talked to Kay just because Adrien didn’t seem to like her, but after Chat Noir had demeaned her as Ladybug she felt like she didn’t deserve somebody like Adrien. Marinette gradually fell out of love with Adrien until there were no feelings left. She hadn’t felt romantic love in a really long time, she didn’t deserve it.

The class already wasn’t fond of Kay, especially since she missed classes a lot. Her mother was a director who was directing a movie Kay starred in in Paris. Her first television debut. The class was naturally insanely jealous, but it didn’t matter to Kay because she was barely in school to hear the awful things they said.

The only reason she was going on the trip was because she had family in Gotham and her mother decided to give her a little break. Kay accepted when she knew Marinette had planned the trip, she wanted to keep an eye on her best friend. She wasn’t the best with expressing emotions or giving advice but she could tell Mari was spiraling sometimes. Kay knew all about spiraling…

Kay sat down next to Marinette, starting to giggle. Mari smiled, Kay’s laugh was ridiculous and normally she laughed at funny musical memes nobody got but her, it brought Marinette lots of entertainment to hear Kay say every time she looked at a meme and Marinette asked about it, “YOU’VE NEVER HEARD OF [INSERT SHOW TITLE HERE]?!?!” Marinette was about to ask what Kay was laughing at before somebody beat her to it, only this somebody wasn’t going about it the way Mari would’ve.

“Spaz, why are you laughing at Lila?!” Ivan asked pointing rudely at Kay. “Yeah! You have no right to laugh at her!” Mylené said coming to her boyfriend’s defense.

“I wasn’t laughing at her, I was laughing at something she said.” Kay stated plainly before slapping her headphones on. Marinette internally facepalmed, Kay was far too blunt. Lila started her crocodile tears but Miss Bustier stood up on the plane for a head count before it escalated too far. While she took role the class still shot daggers with their glares at Kay, but only Marinette seemed to notice, Kay was lost in the world of her headphones.

Alya was still entranced in Lila’s story but she wasn’t too harsh on Kay, her and Nino were pretty indifferent about her. Alya at first wasn’t too fond of her because despite Marinette being friends with her Lila claimed she was a bully, but Alya warmed up to her when she and Kay bonded over superheroes they liked. Kay had watched a lot of superhero movies because her mom had directed them but Alya still knew more. Kay and Alya had a mutual respect for each other, Nino was basically Alya’s extension so he felt the same, so they didn’t really talk and Alya didn’t gang up on her like the others.

Marinette knew Kay didn’t like to be disturbed when she had her headphones on. It was headphones on, world off. Marinette did text her though, so she could talk to her friend before they took off and eventually fell asleep.

Mari!!!☺️🤩🥳😺🤗: Wait so what were you laughing at that Lie-la said?

Kay Khan: lol the guy she was talking about was one of my friends when I lived in Gotham!

Mari!!!☺️🤩🥳😺🤗: cool! Do you’ll think you’ll see him? I’d like to meet any friends of yours!

Kay Khan: It’s possible, anything’s possible (Suessical). Ummm mayb. He’s kinda moody tho so he might be somewhat rude just warnin ya.

Mari!!!☺️🤩🥳😺🤗: Really? I can’t imagine you being friends with somebody like that. You’re literally sunshine.

Kay Khan: Awwww thankies! But Damian is super cool once he warms up to you, he’ll like you I bet. OMG I BET HE’LL LIKE YOU!!! ;)

Kay Khan: OMG YES I CAN SEE IT NOW! CAN I BE THE MAID OF HONOR AT UR WEDDING? AHHH IM TOTES SETTING U UP AS SOON AS WE GET IN GOTHAM!!!

Kay Khan: OMG WHATS UR SHIP NAME? OMG MARIDAMI

Kay Khan: NO DAMAINETTE!!!!

Mari!!!☺️🤩🥳😺🤗: as...exciting as it is you shipping me with another guy I haven’t even met, the airplane dude just said turn off devices headphone girl.

Kay Khan: Dang! (Dang diggity dang a dang) I only got like 5 minutes into Jesus of Suburbia. Oh welllll

Kay took off her headphones and turned off her cell phone. She smiled at Marinette before the plane took off. Marinette took out her sketchbook as Kay quickly fell asleep. Marinette envied her, she could literally fall asleep anywhere anytime. Marinette looked out her window as she sketched for inspiration, and before she knew it she found inspiration within a sparkling city they were landing in.

“Psst, Kay. We’re here.” Marinette said in a hushed whisper as she poked at Kay. Kay sat up straight and rubbed her eyes.

“Dope! Let’s get this par-tay started!” She cheered quietly. Marinette giggled, “It’s 3am in Eastern time, I’m pretty sure even the Gotham people aren’t partying.”

“You never know.” Kay shrugged. Marinette giggled a little softer, trying not to wake the sleeping passengers on the plane until they landed in the airport completely. The French class started buzzing quietly from excitement but everyone was mostly too tired to be too excited so it was a relief to everyone when they were passed out in their rooms in the Wayne Hotel.

Kay and Marinette were elated for the days to come. Kay was going to make sure Marinette enjoyed her trip, no matter what.

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shadowcrowncd · 4 years

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𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐤 - 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 (𝟐/𝟑)

v. the star - Alexei Petrov

Upright: Balance, pleasure, optimism, insight

Reversed: Disappointment, bad luck, imbalance, broken dreams

vi. king of swords - Francesco Russo

Upright: Mental clarity, intellectual power, authority, truth

Reversed: Quiet power, inner truth, misuse of power, manipulation

vii. knight of cups - Gabriel Devillers

Upright: Creativity, romance, charm, imagination

Reversed: Overactive imagination, unrealistic, jealous, moody

viii. the magician - Ivan Sokolov

Upright: Manifestation, resourcefulness, power, inspired action

Reversed: Delay, unimaginative, insecurity, lack of self-confidence

#ya yeet #prochnosttalk #totally not spamming the dash rn sorry #tarotangels

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otakween · 4 years

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Cyborg 009 Manga - Rainy Days on the Yamanote Line, Night of the Star Festival, Vision of a Butterfly, The Boy and the Dolphin, Metamorphosis

Rainy Days on the Yamanote Line

-Okay, this chapter just felt like Ishinomori working through something lol. It read more like a poem than a manga chapter and pretty much had nothing to do with cyborgs

-I don’t understand people who associate rain with depression/melancholy. I love rain so much! It’s so relaxing. I feel like cold is the real bummer. Not snow but just dead & bitter cold. Anyway, Gilmore made a little pro-rain speech so I guess he’s on my side lol

-IDK why there was so much “young people suck” in this chapter? Aren’t our main characters technically young? (Well...some of them).

Night of the Star Festival

-Honestly this was even more confusing than the anime episode. Why did Ivan send Joe on a weird psycho-trip without warning him? Kinda a dick move. Also, why would he let Joe see his Mom as a child and not when she was older and recognizable? What did the Ozma Project have to do with anything? I’m lost

-I do appreciate “holiday specific” episodes of things but this one was way too deep and moody to really enjoy

Vision of a Butterfly

-This was cute but really random. I never thought there would be a Jet chapter centered around butterflies!

-I really like that Jet could empathize with the boy because he’s kind of a rascal himself. It was really sweet that he understood that he was sorry for what he did and helped him out.

-I liked Joe’s “Star Wars” shirt lol

The Boy and the Dolphin

-Very interesting to see such a controversial topic from a Japanese mangaka’s POV. I wonder what the current perspective on dolphin hunting is in Japan? I haven’t heard about it in awhile...I can’t imagine eating dolphin is super common/popular (I certainly didn’t see any while I was there) but I think it’s still legal.

-The ending felt kind of dark to me. It was like “the dolphins will help the fisherman catch fish now so they won’t kill them!” Basically the only reason the dolphins get to live is because they start working for the fishermen. That’s kinda fucked up if you ask me.

Metamorphosis

-Okay, this was the most interesting chapter in a long time. Some are my favorite Cyborg 009 stories are the ones that show dark twists to the cyborgs powers (like the one where Joe gets stuck in accelerator mode). In this one GB uses his power to fool a girl into thinking he’s a handsome guy her age. His intentions weren’t too terrible but he takes it too far.

-The back and forth between 006 and 007 was great in this. This chapter shows how smart 006 is and he gives really good advice to GB. 006 actually gets way more “screen time” in the manga and not always as a comic relief character!

-This seriously had really dark vibes which I really appreciated. At one point 007 is like “whatever, the world is just a play anyway!” and I was like “oooooh snap. He’s lost it!!”

-Kinda messed up that this was only resolved neatly because (spoilers) the girl died. It also kind of makes what 007 did seem like a good thing because he made her final moments happy. I guess the agony he felt was enough punishment though...

-I found the final line where 007 was like “Oh Romeo & Juliet also died on a Thursday” kind of silly. Something about it just felt wrong for such a tragic moment.

#only 3 volumes to go!#manga #cyborg 009

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kitsunewolf95 · 5 years

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Do you think Red singing Shattered by Trading Yesterday is suitable for his voice, since he's playing guitar, or do you have other voice headcanon in mind?

Hmm, I imagine his voice a bit deeper than that. He usually just hums while he’s playing guitar, along with the tune, he doesn’t sing often. Though if I’d have to pick a singer for his voice I’d say Ivan Moody from Five Finger Death Punch. End This Way and their cover of House Of The Rising Sun are two good examples ^^

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findingnirvana294 · 4 years

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Proposing to a real life mermaid

I woke up on a Saturday morning in quite a mood. Once again, Ivan had convinced me to spend yet another weekend in Ponta D’Ouro diving. Do not get me wrong, I was excited to try out my newly purchased equipment, but not so much about waking up at 4:30 to be diving at 6:30 in the morning. Pre-relationship, my weekends were filled with all nighters with my girlfriends and afternoons catching up with sleep to once again party by dinner! Here I was at 5:00 am driving to Ponta without having slept in once since Ivan and I began dating.

I won’t lie - I was in a horrible mood and ended up sleeping all the way to Ponta, not to mention I was the least agreeable person to be driving with for an hour. As soon as we get to the diving establishment, Gozo Azul, we begin unpacking and getting our equipment ready for our first dive at Pinnacles - a shark diving area. GREAT! I am still half asleep and barely speaking to anyone. All I wanted was a coffee that, until today, I’m not sure I had before we were escorted onto the tractor trailer to be taken to the beach where eventually a boat would take us to the diving spot.

As we arrive at the diving area, I begin to mount my fins, BCD and put my mask on my face. The ocean water on my face picked me up a little but I was exhausted and still moody. The skipper counts down 3, 2, 1, Go and off we roll back from the boat and into the water. Oh, and the depth of this dive goes down to 35meters… Fabulous! We start swimming down and level as a group while swimming around waiting for the sharks to swim around us. It wasn’t my first time diving with sharks (thank God!) So that did not wake me up further. However, the fact that I could not establish a neutral buoyancy was worrying me. Every time I looked at my air gauge, I kept losing air at an alarming rate. Never have I claimed to have some sort of experience with diving but with the 3 months of diving multiples time a day and multiple times every weekend, I knew enough to determine that my air was fleeting. This is finally what wakes me up as I did not want to start going up alone and do the safety stop at 5 meters before the surface by myself surrounded by sharks; that would have been the cherry on the top of my banana split day (i hate banana). Turned out that my BCD was leaking air through one fo the valves! Guys, if you get new equipment, make sure to twist every valve or knob, I was an idiot for not having tested it at home! As soon as the problem was identified and resolved by Ivan, we continued the dive and it was still terrible! We barely saw a shark! Although when we got on the boat, 12 bull sharks showed up and I was glad I wasn’t in the water!

Oh oh! I forgot yet another amazing detail! The day was grey and the sea was choppy as hell! We all thought we would be sick getting to the dive site, putting on our equipment and waiting for the countdown to roll back. As we were heading back after our Pinnacle dive, we all were still nauseous and one of the ladies on the boat got on her knees with her face out the boat. I turned to Ivan and told him that if she vomited, I would be next! Thankfully, we all got to land vomit free and headed back to the dive center to change our cylinders and prepare for our second dive. Yes ladies and gentlemen, we do 2 dives per day on a good day! Cue Samantha sitting on a bench glad to have not puked and wondering whether she should bail on the second dive in fear of puking her stomach out and worsening her mood. To add to this uninviting situation, the second dive was with Ivan’s work colleague and friends (and of course the skipper and dive master who are close to Ivan) who kept making inside jokes which only infuriated me further. Like even the staff were making inside jokes related to diving but I just wasn’t catching the drift of why it was so funny and attributed it to my horrible mood. Scratch that, Ivan demanding i do exercises underwater on our second dive to refresh my skills because I had new equipment was my infuriating point. I still snapped at him that he wasn’t my diving instructor and didn't understand why I had to not only do these exercises but also have his friend film it so that I could see what I was doing wrong! If you know me, I hate being patronized, or scrutinized for that matter. At this point, I remembered all the self growth and inner peace material I have read over the years and proceeded to have an internal conversation. Samantha, you got to make the most of this weekend, it's a waste to be in a mood, let’s turn this sh*t up! At that point, I picked up my phone and asked Ivan to take a selfie! It was such a cute selfie, check it out!

Fast forward to all of us on the boat once again but this time I’m in a cheery mood and noticed that Ivan was silent. For those who know Ivan, he is never quiet and for those who dive with him know he is the loudest one around! I looked at him and questioned if he was feeling sick to which he said he was nauseous from the sea and was feeling feverish (he did end out being bed sick for days after this with the highest fevers). We got to the dive site called 3 sisters and rolled back into our dive. The reef was beautiful in color and bountiful with sea life. We swam around for a while and toward then end of the 45 minute planned dive, Ivan signaled me to move to the spacious sandy area near the reef to do the exercises. By now my mood wasn’t as horrible but I was still irritated that he asked me to complete them. As we kneeled in front of each other, he pulled out the writing pad and notice his friend camera ready, so being efficient Samantha that we all know (and love?) I began doing the exercises such as recuperating my regulator. Please picture this: Ivan and I kneeling in front of each other, Ivan writing on the pad, his friends around me with cameras (although I had only noticed one of them shooting) and me stupidly throwing away my regulator and recuperating it to get through this humiliating episode faster. I then look at Ivan who isn’t watching me do the exercises but has now dropped the pencil and trying to find it in the sand. At this point I didn't realize he had lost the pencil and thought he had kneeled on something and try to see his knee. Can you imagine the setting? His work colleague eventually hands him a pencil and he shows me the pad which read: Will you marry me? Then there were two boxes, one with ‘S’ and one with “N.” Not going to lie, I got confused because the question was in English and the choices did not match! I immediately broke out laughing which isn’t a beautiful sight with a regulator in your mouth-the only possible way of breathing at 20-something meters under water. I crossed the ’S’ box and he pulled out the ring which he thoughtfully tied to a string in order not to lose it. Then the romantic moment came when we removed our regulators and had our engagement kiss *cue novela kiss song*.

After our moment, we then began to ascend to our safety stop and then onto the boat. Yes, it was the most romantic moment and I couldn’t have asked or imagined a better proposal but it was so frustrating not to be able to express myself underwater. We held each other and waited till we were on the boat to be able to probably kiss and hug and talk. That is after we got our equipment on the boat and I had to go through my seal upward half dive and half pull onto the boat (embarrassing every time)! I was the happiest woman alive and then everything began to flood in! Everyones inside jokes, why I was left out, why Ivan pressured for those underwater exercises. I later found out that the friend filming had only gone to film the engagement! And then I felt like the worst person because of how moody and grumpy I had been all morning!

Ivan, thank you for the most beautiful and thoughtful proposal. I could never have imagined a more unique experience doing something we both love from the beginning of our relationship. Despite being in a “level 3” lockdown, you have shown great bravery in living with me and putting up with my ups and downs be it about work, people, or just sheer annoyance of not being able to go out for dinner. You sir, are a hero in my book! But on a serious note, I cannot wait to continue growing our relationship and learning more about you, me and us together as a team! It's The Adventure I am most excited to embark! Ive read a lot about self growth and what a healthy relationship is supposed to be but I have you to thank for showing me. Thank you for supporting me when I'm most insecure, when I overreact in certain situation and most of all, thank you for loving me the way I am. You have helped me to love and accept myself even more.

I hope and wish everyone the love we have!

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borisbubbles · 5 years

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Eurovision 2010s: 105 - 101

105. Mariya Yaremchuk - “Tick tock” Ukraine 2014

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Conform with the “GODDESSES ONLY” clause of their Eurovision contract, Ukraine once again have blessed us with an amazing opener (Seriously. First Melovin, then Eduard, now this? WE WERE ROBBED OF MARUV OPENING THE FINALE).

"Tick tock” is a bit too elementary to put into my top 100, HOWEVER that is also why it’s such an easy song to get into. High (production-)quality Ukranian trashpop 😍 Which won Vidbir as an unintentional incest anthem 😍 (if you don’t know, the original version opened with “We belonged to each other, like a sister to a brother” Cersei Lannister is quaking.)

Naturally, the main reason why Mariya ranks this high is, of course, the staging. THE HAMSTER WHEEL IS LEGENDARY:

Mariya casually flinging herself on top of that giant spinning contraption and torturing her poor hot dancer. 😍 I’d say the staging makes no sense, but then I realized Ukraine probably went with this act because it’s DIRT CHEAP <3 (which is funny as long as you don’t think about why they went with a lowbudget act 😭). It’s just so... honorarily Moldovan? 😍 Ukraine and Moldova using each other as horcruxes <3 Name a more epic ESC alliance, I will wait. Until then,

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104. Sanja Vucic - “Goodbye (Shelter)” Serbia 2016

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... let us celebrate this glorious cross-over between “Molitva”, “Running” and “l’Amore è femmina”. 😍 “Shelter” takes the best aspects from these three entries and combines them into a increasedly shouty mess. As you can imagine, I LOVE this witches’ cabal of hackneyed hand choreos, shredded leather and facial gymnastics. Most ESC performers would keep their miming to the precise amount of what they need, but Sanja is (and has always been) so UNPLUGGED with her irate facial expressions. A reel:

Which, in a song with such a HEAVY topic as spousal abuse is actually quite appropriate. You show those awful shit husbands, girl!!!

And you’d think that would be *IT*, but nope you’re wrong because :TEEHEE: I also think “Shelter” is a great song even without the messy misandry. The song is catchy, moody and highly relistenable. It’s one of the better mid-tier bops of this ranking. No wonder it got televotes from all over Euro-

oh. (🤣)

CONGRATZ BOJANA ON BEING THE HIGHEST RANKED SERBIAN ENTRY.

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103. Alyona Lanskaya - “Solayoh” Belarus 2013

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HI 🙂 MY NAME IS ALYONA LANSKAYA 🙂 I AM FROM BELARUS 🙂 MY SONG SOLAYOH. 🙂

2013 is mostly remembered as the year of ‘splicing unnecessary dubstep into your song’, but there is another recurring trend which was even better. The ‘female performer enters the stage with STYLE’ and as far as stylistic entrances go, Alyona’s is one of the best. This emissary from the planet Solayoh emerged immediately from her discoball-shaped Escape pod upon landing to tell us all the love and joys of her homeworld 😍

What follows is a lametastic banality anthem, riddled with ESL sentences (”We can make it into hot night” 😍.) and of course, a few iconic hand choreographies:

Topping off the hilarity is the idea of a well-off socialite such as Alyona Lanskaya singing about how “she had work hard all day :lip pout:” while wiggling her dress’s cerulean bossom fringes. 😍😂 Bribing juror being such hard work. <3 We stan lazy queens. 😍

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102. Sofi Marinova - “Love unlimited” Bulgaria 2012

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DO REN DEM DEM DEI

Speaking of lazy queens, remember when Bulgaria send an act that consisted entirely of a haggard ponytailed garuda wiggling her diddeys around like-a-so:

I’m only a recent convert to the Church of Marinova, only seeing the light during my last rewatch and I mean, how could I not fall in love eventually? “Love unlimited” is such a lowbudget afair, a basic dance track whose sole gimmick is saying “I love you” in like 46 different languages. 😍

As such, "Love unlimited” totally shouldn’t work... and yet it absolutely does? It’s a similar deal to Jurij, except the person taking the stage here is a lovably dimwitted middle-aged hagress who is completely oblivious to the fact that she has no chance to qualify and is giving still giving it her damn’ all, in doing so ALMOST reaching the final from a lost position. WHAT A TROOPER. I LOVE *YOU* SO MUCH, Sofi-Trophy. 😍

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101. Conan Osiris - “Telemóveis” Portugal 2019

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A lot of people blame several artistic decisions behinds Conan’s NQ, but I’ve had my doubts even before the rehearsals began: this is what I wrote a full month before the semi:

Conan’s main problems rise from the fact that he tries to be artistic and humorous at the same time, and the two cancel each other out somewhat.

(...) There’s a very high chance “Telemóveis” highbrow message will fly over the heads of the audience and there’s an equally high chance it will backfire on Conan when it does.

Portugal faces severe competition from the other acts. They compete with Slovenia for the “This Is High Quality” value-seeking vote, with Iceland and Australia for the novely vote and with Czech Republic and Greece for the “yeah this is actually really fucking clever” highbrow vote. He even competes with Serhat somehwat, both being OTT acts that are on later in the semi.

It could very well mean death by a thousand cuts for Portugal.

SURPRISE, I actually got it right for once!!

Of course, “Telemóveis” was less good in Tel Aviv than it was during FdC (people incorrecly blame the dress. I personally thought it was a combination of nerves, João spraining his knee and technical difficulties, much more than the dress).

Anyway, even if he wasn’t as good in Tel Aviv, a lesser “Telemóveis” is still pretty damn great so idk why everyone was is tripping? The song was still a disarmingly weird acid trip of fado funk, snappy vocals and a bonkers choreography that left the average viewer utterly GOBSMACKED. 😍 It’s one of those entries where, when looking back in a few years, everyone will say was way AHEAD of the curve and that’s never a bad demograph to be a part of.

CONGRATZ SUZY ON WINNING PORTUGAL!!! But moreover,

CONGRATULATIONS TOP 100!!!! K time for a little recap of who is still in this ranking:

Albania: 2 (Juliana, Eugent) Armenia: 2 (Aram, Iveta) Australia: 1 (KMH) Austria: 2 (Conchita, Zoë) Azerbaijan: 2 (Farid, DiHaj) Belarus: 3 (Litesound, IVAN, NAVIBAND) Belgium: 4 (Tom Dice, Loic, Laura Tesoro, Blanche) Bosnia & Herzegovina: 1 (Dino Merlin) Bulgaria: 3 (Elitsa & Stoyan, both Poli’s) Croatia: 0 Cyprus: 2 (Minus One, Eleni) Czech Republic: 1 (Lake Malawi) Denmark: 1 (Rasmussen) Estonia: 5 (Malcolm Lincoln, Ott, Birgit, Stigelina, Elina Netchayeva) Finland: 4 (Kuukuiskaajat, Krista, Softengine, Norma John) France: 3 (Jessy, Madame Monsieur, Amir) Georgia: 4 (Sopho N., Shin&Mariko, Nina S., Nika) Germany: 2 (Lena 2.0, Michael) Greece: 2 (Giorgos, Koza Mostra) Hungary: 4 (Kati, Andras, Joci 1.0, AWS) Iceland: 3 (Hera, Greta 2.0, Hatari) Ireland: 1 (Molly) Israel: 3 (Nadav, Hovi, Imri) Italy: 4 (Emma, Francesca, Francesco, Mahmood) Latvia: 3 (Aarzemnieki, Aminata, Justs) Lithuania: 2 (Fusedmarc, Ieva) Macedonia: 1 (Jana) Malta 2: (Gianluca, Michela) Moldova: 4 (Pasha, Aliona, Sunstroke 2.0, DoReDoS) Montenegro: 1 (Who See & Nina Z.) the Netherlands: 4 (Joan, Anouk, Common Linnets, Duncan) Norway: 2 (JOWST, KEiiNO) Poland: 1 (Cleo) Portugal: 1 (Suzy) Romania: 1 (Paula & Ovi 1.0) Russia: 1 (Polina) San Marino: 1 (Crisalide) Serbia: 1 (Bojana) Slovakia: 0 Slovenia: 5 (Maja, Tinkara, Maraaya, Lea, ZalaGasper) Spain: 2 (Ruth, Miki) Sweden: 2 (Loreen, Måns) Switzerland: 3 (Sebalter, ZiBBZ, Luca) Turkey: 1 (maNga) Ukraine: 2 (Zlata, Jamala) United Kingdom: 1 (Lucie)

LINK TO THE FULL LIST SO FAR (IMGUR)

#Eurovision #Eurovision Song Contest #Top 100 #Portugal #Conan Osiris #Telemoveis #Bulgaria #Belarus #Ukraine #Serbia #Sanja Vucic #Goodbye (Shelter)#Mariya Yaremchuk #Tick Tock #Alyona Lanskaya #Solayoh #Sofi Marinova #Love unlimited

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leopardfang15 · 5 years

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My Charlastor Child Bio

Alright so, I can’t draw, so I’m gonna have to use the art of words to describe my boy. Kinda sucks cuz I always see these cool reference sheets and I’m sitting over here like “aww... I wish I could make those.” But hey, if anyone is interested in drawing one for me as a commission, I’d be interested in talking and working some prices out. Nothing too crazy, just a simple thing. Fair warning though, I’ve never commissioned anything before so... there’s that.

Now, to business.

Name: Dominic

Nickname: Dom. He is well aware of all the sexual jokes that can be made from his nickname, he’s heard them all and to be honest the lack of originality is the most annoying thing at this point.

Appearance: Physically, he’s inherited the blonde hair and pale skin from his mother. In his early teen years he wore it long enough to be in a braid but after awhile he was like ‘fuck it, too much work’ and wears it short as an adult. Dom’s very athletic and is actually a knight in Hell so he has a more muscular build. He’s a tall and red eyed boi like his dad and he gets the dial in his eyes that his dad has when he gets pissed off.

Another thing Dom inherited from his dad was his sense of style. While maybe not as flashy he is dressed formally when he’s not working out. (He’s not about to do push-ups or go at it with a punching bag in a suit you maniacs). Dom typically wears a long coat and works out by himself because he also inherited a fluffy deer tail from his father. Also like his Radio Dad, he does not like having his tail touched by random people.

His most notable feature would be the black, feathered wings on his back. That angel DNA from Charlie’s side has finally appeared. Dom’s got a wingspan of 12 feet and he knows how to use them.

Personality: He’s a fairly laid back joker. Whereas his parents are theatrical as fuck, he’s more of an observer than a performer. Of course his parents have taught him to sing and dance he usually does that alone to entertain himself or with other family members. Dom also enjoys playing small pranks around the hotel. He’s not one for outlandish ‘pretending to be dead’ or tripping someone down the stairs type pranks but more like sticking a deer crossing sign to his dad’s door.

He’s really family oriented and cares a lot about them. I do imagine him having siblings but I don’t have plans to make anymore but there are plenty already out there. #bestbigbrother. Dom is definitely a Mama’s boy. He will run errands for her and allow himself to be pulled into a dance or a song in public for her. Another fact about Dom is he is in fact an adrenaline junkie. His favorite activity is flying and he does things like jump from a 300 foot building for the sake of the rush.

Background

Childhood: Little Dominic was a tiny ball of energy, following both parents around like a puppy. Always asking what they were doing and wanting to help, if he could sit still long enough that is. Some of his favorite memories of his parents was his mother teaching him to dance and roughhousing with his dad. (Hard to imagine the Radio Demon wrestling with a child but he’d let him win and then play dead to see if he’d get an amusing reaction out of Dom. Dom would usually try to get his dad to ‘come back to life’ before he’d smile and say “I guess I get your stuff now” and grab one of his dad’s bow ties or something)

One of his favorite things to do was give his parents a heart attack climb up high places and try to teach himself to fly. Eventually Charlie gets Husk to teach Dom how to fly. He’s not able to do much until his wings fledge because before then he just has these two limbs full of fluffy and useless down. Fledging was a nightmare because because when his feathers came in he was super itchy but couldn’t scratch them without possibly breaking his feathers. He was absolutely miserable for a week before they finally came in. Dom eventually grew in Husk and he started looking forward to the little ankle biter to come running up to him saying, “can we practice flying now, Uncle Husk?”

Teenager: Ah, teenage rebellion. Dom went through that. In an effort to help him deal with all his energy (and keep him from sneaking out) Charlie got Vaggie to teach him to use a sword. But a teenage boy that likes to explore cannot be kenneled. He liked exploring Pentagram City, especially by air and seeing what knew place he could discover.

He eventually found places he could go to if he wanted to avoid his parents. If he wanted to avoid Charlie he’d go to some of the sketchy fight clubs in town and he actually learned how to fight there. If he wanted to avoid Alastor he’d go to some of the clubs that played heavier rock or metal. He typically wanted to avoid his dad more. While Charlie typically scolded him for doing dangerous aerial stunts but Dom could tell that was more about a worry for his safety. With Alastor, Dom felt like he just didn’t quite fit the mold his father expected of him. He saw a lot of differences between his father and himself personality wise. He eventually, more or less convinced himself that he was a disappointment to his dad and distanced himself from him. Alastor, figuring it was mostly just teenaged angst, just let Dom have his space and figured he’d come to him when he was ready.

Adult: Dom has mellowed out by now. He’s calmed down and is more comfortable in his own skin and with himself. He has carried a love of rock and roll and martial arts from his teenaged years into adulthood. Though I’m not sure how exactly yet, he has been knighted by his grandfather Lucifer. If a demon is avoiding a meeting with the Devil himself, Lucifer will pay Dom to find said demon and bring them to him. He’s kind of like his grandfather’s personal bounty hunter but does not take requests from anyone else. When he’s not chasing down demons for Grandpa Luci he works security at his mother’s hotel.

Dom’s relationship with his father is tense and very awkward at this point. He doesn’t hate his dad it just feels like the years of practical separation makes him feel like he has no way to relate to his dad. Interacting with him is usually short conversations like “How was your day?” “Good, how about you?” “Good.” (I got pleanty of ideas for attempts at rekindling their relationship)

Random Facts

His choice of transportation is obviously flying. Not only is it faster than driving but to comfortably fit in a car he has to retract his wings which isn’t very comfortable.

People seem to always want to touch him. His wings, his tail, his biceps and he does not like it. He’s a bit like his dad with his aversion to touch though that only applies to non-family members. If he doesn’t know you, please don’t touch him.

He doesn’t like overly crowded places because of people touching his wings. If he ever decides to go to a bar, or he has some kind of royal gathering he has to go to he has to think about what he’s willing to put up with; strangers touching his wings or the discomfort of hiding them away?

He has a one-handed sword that he can summon in a fight. It’s one of the few bits of more advanced magic he knows. Whereas some demons, like his parents will use magic in a fight, he’ll just punch a guy through a wall.

He can sing, though he doesn’t do it in public. By himself or around his family is fine. He typically sings rock and my Headcanon for his singing voice is Ivan Moody from Five Finger Death Punch.

His wings are a great indicator of his emotions. If he’s feeling anxious or scared he’ll pull them in close to his body and if he’s happy or excited his wings will flap a little. His feathers also change themselves. If he gets angry or he’s ready to fight his feathers will actually harden and sharpen.

He can launch his feathers like projectiles and he can also slice through plates of steel when the feathers on his wings turn to blades.

He has taken up smoking in his later teen years. Per his mother’s request, he doesn’t do it inside the hotel.

When he was eleven his father taught him how to shoot a rifle. As an adult, he sometimes goes down to a shooting range to practice.

He likes to show affection with his wings. Ex: putting a wing around someone for comfort, wrapping his wings around someone when he hugs them or if he’s taking a nap with a sibling he’ll wrap them up in a feathery cacoon.

He usually sleeps on his stomach. If he lays on his back for too long his wings cramp up. He’ll take short naps on a couch in the lobby but if he’s going to be for the night he’ll lay on his stomach.

He knows how to braid hair. His mother taught him because he liked to play with her hair. It’s something he does when they’re just relaxing and he’ll braid his siblings hair if they ask.

He can take passengers when he’s flying. He flies targets to his grandparent’s castle and he’s flown his mother places. It obviously depends on the demon but on average he can take two to three adult demons on a flight with him.

Well, let me know what you think. I’d be willing to role play with Dominic if anyone is interested. If enough people want it, I’ll make a side blog for Dominic and Hazbin Hotel roleplaying specifically.

Also, @the-radio-princess I have two Charlastor fics in the works. One I was working on before you ripped out my heart so it will be in the EverythingsOkay!AU where Charlie ran off to New Orleans with Jaimie. The other one is from one of my ideas from my Charlastor Headcanons post.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel oc #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #charlie x alastor #charlastor #charlastor child #charlastor oc #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie

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burnsopale · 6 years

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Before I sleep, Olivier/Giancarlo and Ralf/Johnny

Title: Before I sleep Pairing: Johnny/Ralf and Olivier/Giancarlo Rating: PG-13 Summary: Olivier knows them well by now, his friends.

Author’s notes: I delight in making Olivier a little manipulative and morally uncentered. It’s partly because of the English dub where he is a bit of a bully, but also because of the Japanese version where he fails to see the potential harm of his actions. He uses his powers for good, though, and that makes him facinating.

This one was started already, but I finished it at 1AM today. I don’t know how much sense it makes, but eh, it’s something. It’s being posted at 9AM because I lost my internet connection as I was about to post last night and was too tired to fix it. So ironically it was not posted “before I slept”.

It wasn’t often they shared hotel rooms, but a mistake had been made somewhere and so Olivier, Giancarlo, Ralf and Johnny found themselves in a midnight-dark hotel room with two luckily sizeable queens and neither the energy nor opportunity to do anything about it until morning. Olivier and Johnny grumbled about it all the way to bed, Johnny mostly because how dare they treat us this way and Olivier because he slept lightly and was probably going to wake every time someone turned over.

Ralf took it stoically, and Giancarlo had won against Ivan today and was in indefatigable good spirits.

“It’s like a slumber party!”

“Oh, fuck off.” Johnny had lost against Yuriy, and was handling it about as well as he usually did.

They stood around awkwardly and brushed their teeth in the cramped bathroom, silently judging each other’s pyjamas.

Olivier studied the four boys in the mirror, and pondered. In addition to their own match today, they had watched the Americans battle the Chinese team, and sat next to the BBA for the duration of it. Everyone had been so open and easy with each other, joking around, feelings on their sleeves, completely unguarded. Well, not Kai, but Kai was more like the Majestics anyway. Down on the floor, the two opposing teams had cheered for each other as much as for their own players. Even the Blitzkrieg Boys were obviously deeply comfortable in each other’s company.

It had made Olivier think of his own team.

He loved his three friends. They were family to him, with all the ups and down that entailed. They were eccentric and high strung and private, but now that they were under each other’s skin they were bound together for life. Olivier knew them well.

He hadn’t really been aware of them until that first European Beyblade championship, when all four of them had burst onto the international scene like debutants at their first ball, but once they had stood on the victors' podium together, he had become insatiably interested in them.

It hadn’t taken him long to make Giancarlo open up to him. After a few months of bumping into each other at parties and Beyblade events, and then a long weekend in Paris, Giancarlo had told Olivier pretty much every secret he owned. He was Olivier’s now, his loyal, contrite pup, so eager to be better. And then sometimes he’d turn around and say something downright insightful and Olivier would be surprised to find himself known in turn. Sometimes he would spend the night in Giancarlo’s arms, and feel comforted and protected in a way he hadn’t known he needed.

In general, Ralf and Olivier were more reserved, Johnny and Giancarlo more emotional. Ralf and Olivier got along well for this reason, but it meant it had taken longer before Ralf had let Olivier get close. Olivier was a patient hunter, though, and after a number of mellow evenings reading in companionable silence, invigorating discussions of art and philosophy, fencing matches and blustery car rides through the French countryside, Ralf had slowly begun to share little bits and pieces of his inner life. His complicated feelings towards his late parents, his sense of not being quite like normal people, and how much he resented the world that demanded he conform. And his confusion at his own growing attachment to Johnny. Olivier could still vividly recall one particular late night confession, hidden behind dark curtains and whispered into a deep glass of wine.

“I want to make him kneel.”

It had suited Olivier just fine that Ralf wanted to take charge of Johnny. Someone had to.

He had tried, of course, to become Johnny’s confidant too. He had invited the boy to France, and it had been a pleasant enough weekend, at the end of which Johnny had walked into the airport with a knowing, jaunty wave and left Olivier feeling like he’d run into a brick wall. Somehow, the click of the lock opening, the moment of thawing, had just never come. At first, he couldn’t figure out what he was doing wrong. He tried again, and again, coaxing, pulling gently at threads, making himself agreeable and hospitable and friendly. He had even given up some secrets of his own, and been shaken when it yielded nothing in return. Johnny remained an unassailable fortress, deflecting most of Olivier’s attempts with glee, but growing moody and snappish if pushed too far. He could happily talk Beyblading or sports or music for hours, but it never got personal.

Giancarlo didn’t understand Olivier’s frustrations. “He talks to me about all kinds of things. I don’t know what you’re so upset about, cara. Just give him time.” Olivier had grilled Giancarlo vigorously to discover if Johnny had simply chosen someone else to unburden himself to, but no, they were just a little friendlier with each other than Johnny was with Olivier.

Give him time? No, Johnny was doing it on purpose. It could not stand!

The click, when it came, was not of a lock opening, but of the puzzle pieces falling into place. They had all been gathering at Ralf’s for the weekend, an unusual thing at the time, and since Giancarlo had yet to arrive and Ralf didn’t give rematches, a bored Olivier had suggested to Johnny that they blade.

Johnny had gone pale, then red, said something incoherent about how Olivier wasn’t good enough and anyway Johnny didn’t have his blade with him, neither of which was true. Olivier had shared a look with Ralf, and pretended to let it go.

The next time he was asked to attend a local Beyblade event, he had called Johnny and asked if he wanted to join in.

“It’s a bit of publicity mostly, but it might be fun, and if we end with a match between you and me, we could really inspire the next generation … or, you know, show them they’ll never live up to us.”

He had expected the refusal before it came.

“I’ve … got a thing that day. Can’t make it.”

So there it had been again, but it takes three to make a pattern, so Olivier had tried one more time, when they were all gathered again.

“Hey, Johnny, I keep thinking about how we’ve never bladed.”

Johnny’s back had stiffened. “Hmm? So?”

“So, I want a challenge. Come blade with me. Let’s see who is better. Who knows, maybe I should have been in the finals.”

“In your dreams.”

There was the pattern.

“Do you have a stomach ache or something?” Giancarlo had wondered. “You always want to blade with me.”

Johnny had gone red again. “Fine! I’ll show you your place since you’re so eager.”

Ralf had said nothing, but he had watched every shift in Johnny’s expression.

Olivier would of course have liked to say that he won their match. He didn’t, though he gave Johnny plenty of trouble, at least. Johnny came at him with everything he had from the very beginning and stood his ground even when the entire stadium was shaking under Unicolyon’s hooves. Salamalyon darted in and out between Unicolyon’s legs, clawing at him, spewing fire, and slowly, Olivier felt how he and his sacred beast were being pushed back. In the midst of his frustration, Olivier had been distracted by curiosity. Johnny was doing just fine; he was incredibly strong, had extraordinary control over blade and beast, and Salamalyon was agile, quick and ferocious. So why had he been reluctant to battle Olivier?

Defeat came with a sudden impact that sent his pink Beyblade spinning out of the dish. Olivier felt disappointed, but he was not left empty-handed; Johnny laughed with delight and relief at his victory, and it told Olivier all he needed to know.

On the side-lines, Giancarlo smiled along and said “Try not to let it go to your head, eh, Johnny?”

But Ralf looked like his once-whispered desire was burning in him.

Much had changed since that moment, and some things had not. Johnny was still closed off against Olivier, except now it didn’t matter because Olivier had figured out how to read him; Johnny had taken his loss against Ralf much harder than anyone had known, and he had been frightened of what would happen if he battled Olivier and lost. What if he wasn’t even second, but third best? So he hid his insecurities, refused to battle Olivier, and hovered around Ralf in the hopes that he would change his mind about rematches.

Now Olivier knew all his friends well. He didn’t need more than a glance from Ralf before the lights were turned off to understand his intention. To help out, Olivier grabbed Giancarlo and fell into the nearest bed with him. This effectively left the other bed to Ralf and Johnny.

Johnny came out of the bathroom as the last one, and halted briefly when he realised the situation, but quickly pushed forward, going around to his bed and climbing in next to a seemingly indifferent Ralf.

“You’d better not plan to stay up and read; I want to sleep,” Johnny grumbled as he made himself comfortable, his back to Ralf.

“No, no. No reading,” Ralf promised, turning off the bedside lamp.

Olivier imagined he could hear Johnny’s heart pounding in the half-dark. "Good night," he said, turning off the final bedside lamp and plunging the room into blackness. Only at the edges of the curtains at the window did white city light still peek inside, but it didn't reach the beds.

Beside him, Giancarlo sighed in contentment. Olivier touched his shoulder and urged him to turn around, into Olivier's arms and away from the other two. Giancarlo made a small sound of inquiry, but Olivier put a finger to his lips and shushed him softly, before leaning in and kissing the place his finger had just been. Giancarlo acquiesced, adjusting them so they were lying deep in each other's arms and kissing quietly, but nuzzling up to Olivier's ear to whisper "What are you up to?" on a breath.

Olivier didn't reply, but let Giancarlo feel his smile in their next kiss. Then they settled down. Olivier closed his eyes and waited.

After a few minutes of silence and breathing, he heard the unmistakable sound of a body being pulled across the sheets, and imagined Ralf gathering Johnny into his arms. He heard Johnny’s whispered protest, muffled suddenly, and then the wet sounds of a deep kiss.

Some shuffling and another protest. “The others will hear-mh.”

More kisses, quick inhales between long silences and small moans.

Giancarlo ducked his head against Olivier's shoulder, a little embarrassed maybe, or maybe he had figured out Olivier's simple scheme.

Then the deep, smooth timbre of Ralf’s voice, impressive even as a whisper. “You did well today.”

A brief struggle. Outrage in Johnny’s hissed reply. “Don't patronise me-ah!”

Olivier couldn’t help himself; he peeked over Giancarlo's head and looked with adjusted eyes through the dark.

Ralf had pulled Johnny half on top of him, wrapped him in his arms, and was kissing his neck, hand stroking circles on his back under the covers, probably under his t-shirt.

Johnny's breath had gone shallow.

"Ralf ..." Johnny whispered.

But Johnny could protest all he liked; he belonged to Ralf and he knew it.

"You did well today," Ralf repeated with emphasis, and Johnny took a deep breath and rested his head on Ralf's chest and let the words sink in.

Olivier smiled, satisfied that his friends were happy again, kissed Giancarlo's forehead apologetically and settled in to sleep.

#Beyblade #BeyArMaMo #BeyArMaMo2018 #Judin writes #OlivierGiancarlo #RalfJohnny

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lizatheeddsworldaddict · 2 years

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name:mr smart(jake Schmidt)

Age:8

Personality: friendly clever (like his old man) curious a little sensitive

likes: experiments Learning new things pirate cartoons his family

Dislikes: being touched without permission(yes even if it’s a relative) dying animals being teased loud noises

Quote: “I learned that from mom\dad/uncle(s)\ mr moody(Kyle)”

Fun fact about him: he is autistic

Name: Little Miss sweetheart(Sophie Schmidt)

Age:6

Personality: innocent playful terrifying(when angry)Sassy

Likes: tea parties fairytales flowers dollhouses

Dislikes : Anyone Messing with her brother transformers cabbages

Quote:”oh I know that for sure” and” you mess with my brother you mess with me!”

Scary and cute facts about her: for a Young child her age she can be scary and her arms can stretch as long as her mother

Name:little miss witty (willow Davis)

Age:7 and a half

Personality: optimistic Honest loud

mouthed sweet

Likes: fairy lights dolls drawing cats

Dislikes: dad jokes (put yourself in her shoes) her cousins(mr. crybaby/Ivan) crying bugs

Quote :”you know what they say team

work makes the dream work “

Fan fact about her: she always looks to her older cousin little miss imaginative(Jenna)

Name:little miss silly (Selah Davis)

Age:6

Personality:funny energetic humble dorky Likes:Ninja and Space related games\cartoons chicken nuggets climbing trees

Dislikes:bad puns the Ocean Lemons long lines

Quote:”oh you know me!”

Fanfact about her:she sometimes pretends to be a ninja and scare her parent sister/or uncles and cousins

#gacha club #my ocs #fankids #the mr men show #mr men and little miss #mr men

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happymetalgirl · 6 years

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Five Finger Death Punch - And Justice for None

Five Finger Death Punch are another one of those polarizing figures in metal with a lot of extra-musical context to address in order to not simply fall into the binary on the discussion surrounding them. I remember hearing them come up off the release of their debut album when I was in high school and their gradual ascent to stardom with their knack for making tight, melodic groove metal full of aggressive, grit-toothed attitude. I enjoyed their sophomore release, War Is the Answer, even more than their debut when it came out (and again as I revisited it for this album’s review process). They took a bit of a stumble with American Capitalist in 2011, but they still held pretty true to their core direction of punchy, modern, fuck-you groove metal. It was around this time, though, that their rising fame began to develop the polarity about them within the metal community we all know too well today.

Five Finger Death Punch have both a dedicated fan base ready to jump to their defense at any sight of criticism (often quite obnoxiously) and plenty of people on the other side of that coin ready to engage in their intense hatred for the band (also quite obnoxiously). While the band’s early work is commendable and full of potent modern groove metal, their recent output has garnered harsh criticism for good reason, sounding like cheap repeated milking of the same ideas at best and the discharge of an overly financially minded industry plant at worst. And the band’s generally dismissive attitude toward their “haters” has not helped their image in the eyes of the metal community’s more vigilant members.

I personally haven’t gotten myself involved in any of the debates surrounding the band lately, mostly because everywhere it seems like either a circlejerk among fans or critics or a shitshow between the two camps. My position on them is pretty simple: I enjoy their more vibrant earlier albums (their first two and, to a lesser extent, their third) for what they are, which is pretty straightforward, no-bell-and-whistles, verse-chorus groove metal with a lot of good conveyances of pissed off attitude. And I’m less thrilled by the lack of imagination and increased radio baiting of their newer albums.

As for all the pointless drama surrounding band members’ multiple stints in rehab, shitty diva-attitude-filled live performance catastrophes, and near disbandment, I don’t care. From what little I know, I know that Ivan and Chris are both doing better with their commitment to sobriety and their health, for which I can say I am glad. It’s not like I’d want them to drink themselves to death or anything like that. But all the public bullshit outside the music doesn’t make any difference to me.

So where does that leave the band on their seventh full length?

Well, And Justice for None in some moments gives a few gasped breaths of reinvigorated attitude, but its clearly over-involved tailoring to easy access to radio and numerous listener demographics at the hands of label influence essentially guarantees it not changing their status to their devout defenders or their devout attackers. Unfortunately, much more often than not, it’s more of the same from the past four to five years.

The first three songs on the standard version of the album expend all the album’s potent attitude early and quickly, but it’s not too bad while it lasts, it’s almost reminiscent of the American Capitalist days. The third track “Sham Pain” is actually one of the band’s more level-headed, simple lyrical works(even if the instrumental isn't all that notable), alternating between the genuine stresses of life in the limelight and feelings of not having a valid reason to complain while “living the dream”, with a quick jab at the TMZ of metal (Blabbermouth), thrown in there as well. The mildly catchy “Fire in the Hole” is not a bad early moment on the album either, but still feels as recycled as much of the band’s recent material.

It doesn’t take long though for the band slide back into their weird obligation to alternating a bunch of corny token ballads to pad the track list with radio hit candidates like their shitty attempt to emulate late 90′s country rock on their clearly incompetent rendition of “Blue on Black” and the wannabe arena rock lighter-waver “I Refuse”. The awkward turn-of-the-millennium hard rock nodder “Stuck in My Ways” (whose vibe reminds me of Shinedown’s less compelling output in their Sound of Madness era) and the bland tries at pensive acoustic-laden metal on “When the Seasons Change” and “Will the Sun Ever Rise” are similarly useless filler detrimental to the band’s badass image.

The album has its share of heavier filler tracks as well, like the tired “fuck you” (I don’t know who) song, “It Doesn’t Matter”, and the lazy groove metal chuggers “Rock Bottom” and “Bloody”.

As for their cover of The Offspring’s “Gone Away” (a great fucking song, by the way, that exemplifies the best aspects of 1990′s alternative metal and punk-laden post-grunge) that shows up on this album, I get the feeling the band painted themselves into a corner with their numerous hit covers and created a mandate for another by which this confusing cover was pushed out into daylight. I say that because I can’t at all tell what they’re trying to do with the song. It’s bombastically overproduced to the point of sucking the life out of the originally heartfelt composition, with little emotion coming from the performances. Moody is a talented vocalist, but this song does not suit his style or his timbre, and it ends up being one of their dullest covers ever, probably not to their label’s pleasure.

And Justice for None might score Five Finger Death Punch a couple of hit singles, but it certainly won’t be changing anyone’s mind either. It leaves me wondering if this is the last album they can make pandering and scraping the bottom of their creative barrel like this before the pressures of the industry or their expiration as their label’s cash cow sends their career plummeting. While I wouldn’t wish anything disastrous upon them, this album is only showing more vividly the writing on the walls that reads the fate to which every similar industry pet before them has succumbed. I don’t know how long they can go on like this, putting off their inevitable expulsion by the institutions that nurture them for their own financial profit. For their own sake, perhaps their best hopes are in becoming the Nickelback of metal, who aren’t nearly as prevalent as they used to be, but who still somehow maintain a strong career despite immense hatred from non-fans... that is if they aren’t already pretty well-agreed within the metal community to be the Nickelback of metal already.

#five finger death punch #and justice for none #groove metal #hard rock #alternative metal #heavy metal #metal #new album #new music #album review

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pinksrs · 7 years

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WIP Tag

whoooooo i got tagged by @rejectcrossroads, thank y’darling

List all the things you’re currently working on in as much or little detail as you’d like, then tag some friends to see what they’re working on: writing, art, gifsets, whatever.

WIPs I’m actively working on.

1) THE PINK SERIES

Status: Active! I’m not currently writing, and I’m stuck in editing hell, but I work on the series about every day. It’s a nine part series and I’m in the works of editing the second book. I should start writing the third sometime this fall.

Counts: Uhhhh the first one is about 90-92k?? I’m not quite sure what the last count was because it’s been a while. Volume two is about 111k? Volume one clocks in at about 250 pages in print and V3 is about 300.

Genre: New Adult, Horror, Fantasy/Science Fiction (Where the fuck would this be shelved?)

About: The series centers around one unfortunate corpse by the name of Ivan Duffy. It follows him through his death, through mourning, and even coming out of the coffin. He comes face to face with his killer and all his worst fears; heights, the monsters in the dark, and worst of all, his feelings. Generally speaking, he’d really rather not. He’s landed himself neck deep in this situation and is dragging the likes of his friends down with him. But that’s what friendship is, right? Hitting each other with cars, trying to prove someone faked their own death, hacking police files, #justbestfriendsthings!! Ivan and his friends, Tess, Nelson, G, and Harper have a long, gruesome road ahead of them, and they have no fucking idea what’s coming. Pink explores the supernatural genre in a new light, bringing new imaginings to classic lore and twists on old legends, all set in 2015. Mysteries are solved using cellphones, not flashlights, and monsters are hunted down via Twitter. It’s a modern cast that finds modern solutions to classic problems; Millennial masterminds.

2) THE BLUE SERIES

Status: I haven’t started it yet. I plan on starting it once Pink is finished, or if I decide I need a break from Pink, I might start alternating between books/series. It’s a spin off on Pink (sort of; more below) and will have four volumes.

Counts: N/A

Genre: New Adult, Fantasy/Science Fiction (There’s definitely less of a horror element in Blue)

About: The Blue Series is set in the same Universe as the Pink Series, though it features a new cast and a new setting. Where Pink is an urban horror mystery, Blue is a global treasure hunt. It focuses on the Blue Siblings, Moody, Timberly, and Dallas, and it’s all kicked into gear by the death of their mother and the deposit box full of clues they’ve inherited. Our teleporting protagonist, Moody Blue, is lead on a hunt around the world in search of answers.

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yoooooooooooooooooooo i know like 4 people?? working on stuff??? and one tagged me and the other was already tagged so i have no idea. so uhhhh @fragmentofchaos @jedhaboy

#meme shit #thank u for tagging me in this!!!!

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cyber54prime · 7 years

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Ok, If I add to choose voice ctor for a new tf show I will go Optimus - Peter cullen Orion - Caleb Hyles (I imagine them with different voice younger) or David Kaye Megatron - Frank Walker Megatronus - Jonathan Young Jazz - K.Maro Ironhide - Peter Cullen Ratchet - Jeffrey Combs Prowl - Michael Bell Sunstreaker - Jesen Ackles Sideswipe - Darren Criss Grimlock - Gregg Burger Chromia - Pink Wheeljack - James Horan Impactor - Ryan McCombs (when he sing shine on) Springer - Neil Ross Blurr - John Moschitta, Jr Drift - Ivan L. Moody (as Drift : https://youtu.be/OGd5mnc03MI?t=2m2s) (as Deadlock https://youtu.be/UZlgx_hjxGs?t=39s) Kup - Steve Downes Starscream - Steve Blum Soundwave - Frank walker BlackAracnhia - LadyGaga (when she use is nasal voice ex : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jB3_1VpAwt8&t=17s Tarn - Keith David Vos - Jim Cummings Tarantulas - Alec Willows What do you think ?? feel free to had For you, which voice actor with which Character ?

#transformers

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arriyire · 7 years

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Learn to Fly - A Fairy Tail Fic Ch. 2

Summary: The world is split into two realms - the mortal and the spirit. In this world, demons attack humans and the winged protect them. When Levy gets shoved headfirst into the spirit realm, she will have to adjust her whole way of living and learn to deal with a moody dragon winged Gajeel. AU vaguely based on the manga plot.

Rated: T

Chapter 2

Elsewhere another pair of dragon-like wings flexed. The wingspan alone distinguished the owner from Natsu – never mind the metallic black colouring, or the small iron studs littered across the edges in between 3 razor sharp metal spikes, evenly spaced along the top of each wing. Gajeel sighed as he rolled his shoulders; his foes lay fallen at his feet, as he turned they began to disappear into dust slowing dispersing into the air.

"Weaklings." Gajeel huffed; demon hunting just didn't give him the same thrill any more, there was just no challenge in hunting down three new demons barely formed. They didn't even have any control over their magic and Gajeel barely had to resort to any of his more advanced moves deciding to fist-fight his way to victory. As he turned away he came face to face with a large white-winged ebony cat that hovered close by; sword and guard up.

"Well that took no time at all" Panther Lilly muttered as he lowered his buster sword and looked around in slight disbelief.

"Hmph can say that again" Gajeel replied, Lilly noted how disappointed the iron dragon looked - this had been the third mission in a row which had been ‘too easy’ by the man’s standards. Granted anything that didn’t leave him in a hospital was too easy so Lilly wasn’t going to complain.

"I'll have to have a few rounds with Salamander if I'm gonna get a proper workout, Gihi” Gajeel suddenly grinned to himself, the prospects of a decent fight putting him in a terrifyingly good mood. Lilly simply sighed; of course he wouldn't stay down for long, the Exceed allowed his body to shift to his smaller form and began drifting in the direction of home.

"Let's go then; Mira promised there would be a new delivery of kiwi today." Both Lilly and Gajeel took to the sky and in the direction of home. It wasn't long before the two soon entered a friendly, but by no means gentle, race to see who would make it to the guild first. Taking advantage of the changing air currents Lilly gained a small lead, using his more flexible body to move with the air, but it was a trivial thing to the wings of a dragon. Strong muscles contracted, shooting Gajeel forward and in front of an unhappy Lilly.

Before the Exceed could attempt a comeback the race was over with Gajeel crashing through the guild's main door, narrowly avoiding a collision with several other guild members, before landing rather roughly in the middle of the hall. Lilly floated by soon after, humoured by the fact no-one had even batted an eyelash; this was Fairy Tail after all, it took more than an almost-crash landing to cause a scene.

The place was rowdy as ever; people were talking, drinking, flying, brawling and everything in between. As Gajeel dusted himself off and made his way to the bar, he noted the fire dragon slayer being lectured by a pissed off Erza – clad in her standard (or casual? Gajeel wasn't sure) armour. Her wings were a combination of various sword-like feathers sharp and poised for any unfortunate soul who wondered too close. They were flared out in anger as she scolded Natsu for yet more damage done to the building. Only when he saw her pointing to the ceiling did Gajeel notice the gaping hole in the roof from where Salamander had decided to nosedive into the guild. He grimaced; Natsu would be too busy fixing that under Titania's watchful glare to have any kind of brawl with him – not that that had stopped him before.

Gajeel ordered his usual drink from the bar and watched as Mira turned to grab a glass. As soon as she turned her back, Gajeel heard the tell-tale noise of Salamander and the Ice Princess trash-talking - in front of Titania no less, earning yet another metal-clad scolding from the woman.

"Dumb-ass’" Gajeel sneered. He briefly considered not perusing his goal of kicking their collective asses. Two on one would definitely give him the challenge that he desired. But with Erza's continuous surveillance it was more likely he would get his ass kicked for causing a fight. In spite of this, the itch for a good brawl outweighed any common sense he had. Slamming back his drink and Gajeel began to make it way towards the heated argument still occurring between the three winged ones.

Lilly continued to sit happily munching on kiwi and chatting to the ever smiling demon-winged barmaid Mira, their conversation had inevitably turned into a gossip session about the occurrences that had occurred while he had been away. He interrupted briefly to question where he partner was storming off to; upon realising it was to his inevitable doom Lilly merely continued his pleasant conversation with Mira. One day the man might learn not to pick a fight but today was clearly not that day.

However before Gajeel could even make it half of the way there, a low cough caught his sensitive ears. A swift glace to the end of the bar showed an apparently sleeping Makarov, crossed legged on the bar top and a large wooden staff in-hand. The guild-master was a short elderly fellow, and while his bee-like wings and sleepy posture may fool some people; Gajeel, unfortunately, knew better. With an overdramatic sigh he redirected himself to sit on the closest barstool to the snoozing master and waited for what he knew would be a day-ruining conversation.

After a brief moment Makarov apparently 'woke up' and smiled at the scowling man, impervious to his moody temper "How'd the mission go?" He innocently asked.

"Too easy, they didn't stand a chance, Gihi" Gajeel allowed himself to grin back at the master, before his gaze darkened. "Cut the crap old man, what's happening now?" Gajeel's gaze moved upward and focused on the ceiling, something big was coming he could feel it in the air.

"I was hoping you could answer that for me." Makarov paused and looked up alongside the iron dragon; the hole Natsu had conveniently provided allowed them to see the gradually darkening sky. Blue's mixed with orange as the sun began to set - sadly such beauty was lost on the two men who spoke of more sinister things.

"The council have reported a huge surge in demon sightings, but few attacks – it's like he's being picky about who they go after." He continued, keeping his voice low in an attempt to not to draw too much attention.

A moment of silence passed as Gajeel offered no input to the master's statement. As Makarov realised Gajeel was actually refusing to speak on the subject in their current environment, he decided they should move to his office where they could discuss more freely. As they slipped out of the guild hall Makarov noticed a few of the more nosy members taking a keen interest in their movements. ‘No wonder Gajeel elected to stay quiet’ Makarov mused, appreciating the man’s consideration, this was not a matter for his family; yet.

As they both entered a small but cosy looking office, the master repositioned himself cross-legged on his desk, while Gajeel leaned against the far wall deep in thought. After a long pause Gajeel spoke up. "Jose hasn't contacted me in a long time. Last I heard he wanted me to 'build up trust' while he attempted to plot with Hades and Ivan" Gajeel said while Makarov let out a sigh in response.

"I imagine he will want an update soon" Gajeel added, almost reluctantly.

"He will know that we know about his movements, he isn't exactly subtle" He resisted the urge to groan in despair. The master felt helpless; there must be something they were missing. "What about the demon dimension?" This had to be their end goal, Makarov was certain, demons craved power and that was the biggest source of it. As an added plus Jose had always being vying for the attention of the larger more powerful demons; what better way to get it?

"Nothin' so far" Gajeel replied, equally frustrated at the lack of information. "Sorry old man – they've been limiting contact, might be getting suspicious" Gajeel offered a rare look of sympathy – he knew the stakes here, a lot of humans/winged could get hurt if they failed to stop whatever they were plotting.

"Can't say I'm surprised, demons aren't known for their trust and companionship." The pair sat again in silence before the master spoke up again "I'm sending you to where most of the sighting have occurred – let Jose know we've given you a patrol area for a few months as a sign of trust, maybe he'll get you involved in whatever they are searching for." Makarov nodded to himself

"Is this an actual sign of trust?" Gajeel ventured, his hands sure as hell weren't clean but this was the second chance that could save him from the edge. So what if he was a little hopeful?

"I've trusted you from the start, brat. Forgiven however…" Makarov's voiced faded, the threat clear as the wrinkles in his skin.

"Whadda ‘bout Lilly?" Gajeel asked, slightly uncomfortable with the death glare coming his way. Saying that, he was also concerned for his cats safety – sure the badass feline could easily take care of himself; but he wasn't about to go getting him mixed up in something he shouldn't be involved in.

"Take him if you wish; you can split up the area observe more of it while giving him the space to get out should things turn hairy. He would be a useful messenger as well." At Makarov's reply the tension was gone but not forgotten. Gajeel grunted in response and turned to leave; somewhat disappointed that his brawl would have to wait. As he prepared to leave Makarov spoke once more. "Gajeel… Take care; things are going to get harder." The old man was staring upwards now deep in thought when he heard the door close. "Damn brat…" He muttered to himself.

Gajeel took a moment outside the office door – he looked down at his fellow guild member's and felt a slight pang of guilt (yes the big bad iron dragon felt guilt). The feeling did not last long, now was the time to do some right, not sit in self-pity. Deciding not to waste time he stormed past the bar grabbing Lilly by the scruff of his neck before further storming out the main door. Along the way Gajeel spied an opportunity for a bit of tension release, slamming Natsu's face into the plate of flaming chicken he was gorging on (He probably deserved it, Gajeel justified). Laughing as Natsu screamed threats to his backside; Gajeel spread his wings and headed home.

The Exceed; clearly unhappy at being treated like a ragdoll, struggled out of Gajeel's vice like grip to fly alongside him. "Mind telling me what the rush was? I was rather enjoying my kiwi juice." Panther Lilly huffed; annoyed their break was cut short.

"New mission, we're going on a month long patrol" Gajeel replied rather bluntly his facial expression giving nothing away to the flying cat.

"Any more detail?" Lilly ventured as Gajeel landed on the rocky outcrop of their home, Lilly followed closely behind as they entered the cave watching him with every predatory instinct he had as Gajeel stuffed extra clothes into a duffel bag dumping it by the entrance to their humble abode (or as Lilly likes to call it their 'scrapyard')

"None you need to know. Be back later." Gajeel left without a second thought leaving Lilly to himself. Panther Lilly stared after him for a while before walking to his "bedroom".

Their home was a large cave in a cliff side which over looked a valley. The cave itself was loosely divided into typical rooms, while the door was a gaping hole; Gajeel conjured a metal sheet to cover it during the cold night. Currently it was currently left open due to the summer winds keeping the place plenty warm and no demon was stupid enough to come wondering into "dragon's lair" as Gajeel liked to put it. Said 'lair' was basically an open plan flat, they had a functioning kitchen, bathroom and lighting courtesy of magic of course. Gajeel's bed lay at the back of the cave and was an unruly mess surrounded by several piles of scrap metal which he claimed were 'sorted'; although by what Lilly would never know. Fortunately it was relatively contained around his space – many an argument between dragon and Exceed led to an understanding of sorts in regards to his excessive hoarding.

Lilly's smaller bed; which lay to the left side of the cave, however was pristine; his few belongings were kept on either the side shelf or the set of draws nearby. All kept in military perfect condition of course. When it was clear Gajeel would be longer than an hour, Lilly decided to make sure they were prepared for their patrol. Grabbing a few pairs of spare shorts, he proceeded to re-sort the bag folding everything and ensuring they would have everything they would need; Gajeel never was one for proper planning.

The little Exceed wasn't stupid; he knew Gajeel was working on something for the master. He didn't know what or why but that was to be expected. Gajeel wasn't going to involve him if he didn't need to be involved. The Exceed let out a sigh as he zipped up the bag. "I've got a bad feeling." he muttered to the open room.

Gajeel sat on the cliff edge above their cave, overlooking the valley. He tried to be patient, but with nothing but the wind to keep his company it didn’t take long before he felt antsy. He was thankful for the quite evening to a degree, the warm air helped calm him and made it easier to focus on the task at hand - he had a part to play after all. A slightly flicker to his right told him it was show time, turning towards a holographic image as it began to form Gajeel maintained a stoic front. After a few seconds a clear thought projection of a tall slim man in a rather jester like get up appeared; thin black bat-like wings sprouted from his back.

"Ah, Gajeel wonderful to see you!" Jose grinned as his dark eyes gleamed demonically; his red pupils studying the man in front of him. Gajeel felt the hairs on his neck stand on end, instinct shouting that something was wrong; clearly something had put this guy in a good mood.

Gajeel grunted in response, waiting for whatever instructions the malicious man had for him.

"Chatty as always..." Jose's face fell slightly at Gajeel's lack of enthusiasm, still he wasn’t deterred. "Well, I won't waste your time. I'm sure Makarov as spotted our movements." His lips curled back to form a cruel grin. "Tell me… what are his next steps?" He practically purred like a rattlesnake before it struck you down.

Gajeel weighed up the form in front of him for a moment, Jose must have discovered something; he was grinning like Mira when she had blackmail and a reason to use it against you. "The Fairies are all in a panic. They're spreading themselves thin trying to find what you're looking for." Few white lies were sure to stroke the demons ego after all the feeling of being powerful was all they craved. "I'm going on patrol where the sightings have been, been told to find out what's going on" Gajeel continued – he grinned evilly as he spoke. Oh, he knew how well he played the part of the villain.

"Really? All on your own? He must really trust you!" The man grinned chuckling Gajeel practically heard the glee in the madman's voice. "I shall not waste this opportunity; you will cover our tracks keep Makarov from suspecting anything, soon we shall be more powerful than ever!”

Gajeel maintained his stoic appearance; it was time to get some answers. "Found the damn door? The hell you even looking for now, then?" Gajeel said, he tried to look uninterested while keeping his ears sharp.

"Why, the key to it of course!" Jose proudly announced.

Full fic here - I own nothing except a vague plot, feel free to review/ask/be inspired and share with me anything you find :)

#fairy tail #FT #fairytail #gajeel redfox #gajeel #gajevy #gale #levy mcgarden #levy #learn #winged #WingedAU #Winged!AU #lucy heartfilia #natsu dragneel #arryire #arriyire

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