#Joshua Morse

[aleasesrestaurant]

#ferocious designs #you me at six #general mumble #matt berninger #joshua morse #music #music review #i love music

[spacelazarwolf]

in honor of that anon who said jews have done nothing for the world, here’s a non exhaustive list of things we’ve done for the world:

arts, fashion, and lifestyle:

jeans - levi strauss

modern bras - ida rosenthal

sewing machines - isaac merritt singer

modern film industry - carl laemmle (universal pictures), adolph zukor (paramount pictures), william fox (fox film forporation), louis b. mayer (mgm - metro-goldwyn-mayer), harry, sam, albert, and jack warners (warner bros.), steven spielberg, mel brooks, marx brothers

operetta - jacques offenbach

comic books - stan lee

graphic novels - will eisner

teddy bears - morris and rose michtom

influential musicians - irving berlin, stephen sondheim, benny goodman, george gershwin, paul simon, itzhak perlman, leonard bernstein, bob dylan, leonard cohen

artists - mark rothko

actors - elizabeth taylor, jerry lewis, barbara streisand

comedians - lenny bruce, joan rivers, jerry seinfeld

authors - judy blume, tony kushner, allen ginsberg, walter mosley

culture:

esperanto - ludwik lazar zamenhof

feminism - betty friedan, gloria steinem, ruth bader ginsberg

queer and trans rights - larry kramer, harvey milk, leslie feinberg, abby stein, kate bornstein, frank kameny, judith butler

international women's day - clara zetkin

principles of journalizm, statue of liberty, and pulitzer prize - joseph pulitzer

"the new colossus" - emma lazarus

universal declaration of human rights - rene samuel cassin

holocaust remembrance and human rights activism - elie wiesel

workers rights - louis brandeis, rose schneiderman

public health care, women's rights, and children's rights - lillian wald

racial equity - rabbi abraham joshua heschel, julius rosenwald, andrew goodman, michael schwerner

political theory - hannah arendt

disability rights - judith heumann

black lives matter slogan and movement - alicia garza

#metoo movement - jodi kantor

institute of sexology - magnus hirschfeld

technology:

word processing computers - evelyn berezin

facebook - mark zuckerberg

console video game system - ralph henry baer

cell phones - amos edward joel jr., martin cooper

3d - leonard lipton

telephone - philipp reis

fax machines - arthur korn

microphone - emile berliner

gramophone - emile berliner

television - boris rosing

barcodes - norman joseph woodland and bernard silver

secret communication system, which is the foundation of the technology used for wifi - hedy lamarr

three laws of robotics - isaac asimov

cybernetics - norbert wiener

helicopters - emile berliner

BASIC (programming language) - john george kemeny

google - sergey mikhaylovich brin and larry page

VCR - jerome lemelson

fax machine - jerome lemelson

telegraph - samuel finley breese morse

morse code - samuel finley breese morse

bulletproof glass - edouard benedictus

electric motor and electroplating - boris semyonovich jacobi

nuclear powered submarine - hyman george rickover

the internet - paul baran

icq instant messenger - arik vardi, yair goldfinger,, sefi vigiser, amnon amir

color photography - leopold godowsky and leopold mannes

world's first computer - herman goldstine

modern computer architecture - john von neumann

bittorrent - bram cohen

voip internet telephony - alon cohen

data archiving - phil katz, eugene roshal, abraham lempel, jacob ziv

nemeth code - abraham nemeth

holography - dennis gabor

laser - theodor maiman

instant photo sharing online - philippe kahn

first automobile - siegfried samuel marcus

electrical maglev road - boris petrovich weinberg

drip irrigation - simcha blass

ballpoint pen and automatic gearbox - laszlo biro

photo booth - anatol marco josepho

medicine:

pacemakers and defibrillators - louise robinovitch

defibrillators - bernard lown

anti-plague and anti-cholera vaccines - vladimir aronovich khavkin

polio vaccine - jonas salk

test for diagnosis of syphilis - august paul von wasserman

test for typhoid fever - ferdinand widal

penicillin - ernst boris chain

pregnancy test - barnhard zondek

antiretroviral drug to treat aids and fight rejection in organ transplants - gertrude elion

discovery of hepatitis c virus - harvey alter

chemotherapy - paul ehrlich

discovery of prions - stanley prusiner

psychoanalysis - sigmund freud

rubber condoms - julius fromm

birth control pill - gregory goodwin pincus

asorbic acid (vitamin c) - tadeusz reichstein

blood groups and rh blood factor - karl landsteiner

acyclovir (treatment for infections caused by herpes virus) - gertrude elion

vitamins - caismir funk

technique for measuring blood insulin levils - rosalyn sussman yalow

antigen for hepatitus - baruch samuel blumberg

a bone fusion technique - gavriil abramovich ilizarov

homeopathy - christian friedrich samuel hahnemann

aspirin - arthur ernst eichengrun

science:

theory of relativity - albert einstein

theory of the electromagnetic field - james maxwell

quantum mechanics - max born, gustav ludwig hertz

quantum theory of gravity - matvei bronstein

microbiology - ferdinand julius cohn

neuropsychology - alexander romanovich luria

counters for x-rays and gamma rays - robert hofstadter

genetic engineering - paul berg

discovery of the antiproton - emilio gino segre

discovery of cosmic microwave background radiation - arno allan penzias

discovery of the accelerating expansion of the universe - adam riess and saul merlmutter

discovery that black hole formation is a robust prediction of the general theory of relativity - roger penrose

discovery of a supermassive compact object at the center of the milky way - andrea ghez

modern cosmology and the big bang theory - alexander alexandrovich friedmann

stainless steel - hans goldschmidt

gas powered vehicles

interferometer - albert abraham michelson

discovery of the source of energy production in stars - hans albrecht bethe

proved poincare conjecture - grigori yakovlevich perelman

biochemistry - otto fritz meyerhof

electron-positron collider - bruno touschek

#jewish #jumblr #am yisrael fucking chai

[duckprintspress]

Happy International Asexuality Day! Celebrate with 10 Ace Characters!

Duck Prints Press, an aroace-owned small press, would love you to join us in celebrating International Asexuality Day, today, April 6th, 2023! We publish a range of works featuring queer characters from across the LGBTQIA+ spectrum, so of course that includes stories with asexual characters. Come, read their stories!

No One Right Way by R. L. Houck (erotica featuring a sex-positive asexual main character!)

“On Not Going to Parties” by Stephen G. Krueger, in the anthology He Bears the Cape of Stars (a short story featuring an asexual character in a queerplatonic relationship!)

“Bånd” by Florence Vale, in the anthology Add Magic to Taste (a short story featuring an asexual character finding an accepting significant other!)

Fortune Favors Felines by R. L. Houck (erotica featuring an asexual dom and their adoring sub!)

Two short stories – “The Journal of Don Pedro: Or, The Straights Are At It Again” by Nova Mason and “find ourselves unstuck” by nottesilhouette – and an art work – “Melancholy” by Joshua Beeking – in the anthology And Seek (Not) to Alter Me: Queer Fanworks Inspired by William Shakespeare’s Much Ado About Nothing (two short stories feature asexual Don Pedro looking in from the outside at his friends’ relationship shenanigans, the other is in a modern setting and stars ace!Hero!)

Let the Solstice Come by D. V. Morse (starring an aroace character who really just want a good meal and a solid night of sleep!)

Commit to the Kick by Tris Lawrence (a novel about an aro main character and his ace best friend!)

Puppetry by Nina Waters (a novelette with an ace magical robot and her equally ace bff and their not-officially-a-qpr-but-it’s-a-qpr happy ending!)

Bonus! We’ve got an eleventh title coming soon! The forthcoming twin flame by nottesilhouette, which will be published on our website on April 15th, 2023, tells of an ace character and their friends-to-lovers relationship with their best friend!

It’s a great day to read an ace story! Happy International Asexuality Day, everyone!

Who We Are: Duck Prints Press LLC is an independent publisher based in New York State. Our founding vision is to help fan creators publishing their original works. We are particularly dedicated to working with queer authors and publishing stories featuring characters from across the LGBTQIA+ spectrum. Want to always hear the latest? Sign up for our monthly newsletter! Want to support the Press, read about us behind-the-scenes, learn what’s coming down the pipeline, get exclusive teasers, and claim free stories? Back us on Patreon monthly!

#international asexuality day #asexuality day #duck prints press #asexual character #aroace characters #queer fiction #ace positivity #aroace positivity

[hpowellsmith]

my brother in law and i have made our ways through all of your available cog stories (you have become a household name); i wanted to ask if there are any choice of games or other interactive fiction you recommend? i saw you answered in 2020, but wanted to see if there's any more on your radar since then!

I have a bunch of links and recommendations over here including my top ChoiceScript games ever. And I am here to recommend lots more!

Please note that I have the time and energy to play very few games and a vanishingly small number of WIPs. This only a tiny snapshot of the amazing interactive fiction out there. Do check out IFDB, sub-Q, the IF Comp and Spring Thing archives, the Narrascope and AdventureX speakers and exhibitors, and the interactive fiction tag on itch.io.

More below because there are A LOT:

Here is a big bunch of ChoiceScript games that I had a great time with!

Choice of Broadsides by Adam Strong-Morse, Heather Albano, and Dan Fabulich

Choice of Romance by Heather Albano and Adam Strong-Morse (note that it is not romantic and is not a dating sim!)

A Crown of Sorcery and Steel by Joshua LaBelle

Blood Moon by @barbwritesstuff

Deathless: the City's Thirst by Max Gladstone

The Dragon and the Djinn by @atharfi

The Eagle's Heir by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Fine Felines by Felicity Banks

Hollywood Visionary by Aaron Reed

Nikola Tesla: War of the Currents by Dora Klindžić

An Odyssey: Shadows of War by Natalia Theodoridou

The Play's the Thing by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Rent-a-Vice by Natalia Theodoridou

Siege of Treboulain by Jed Herne

Stronghold by Jo Graham and Amy Griswold

Their Majesties' Pleasure by Leia Talon

Thieves Gambit: Curse of the Black Cat by Dana Duffield

Tower Behind the Moon by Kyle Marquis

Turncoat Chronicle by @zincalloygames

Weyrwood by Isabella Shaw

Visual novels:

Analogue: A Hate Story by Christine Love

Dream Daddy by Game Grumps (writers: Vernon Shaw and Leighton Gray)

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER by Heather Flowers

Ladykiller in a Bind by Christine Love

Other IF-adjacent games with visuals that I have loved:

80 Days by inkle (writers: Jon Ingold and Meghna Jayanth)

Fallen London by Failbetter Games

Overboard! by inkle (writer: Jon Ingold)

Over the Alps by Stave Studios

Twines:

There are so many more that I've enjoyed but these were what popped into my head right now - this is one where it's essential to check out itch.io:

Anything by porpentine charity heartscape especially With Those We Love Alive and Vesp

16 Ways to Kill a Vampire at McDonalds by Abigail Corfman

Cactus Blue Motel by Astrid Dalmady

Detritus by Maz Hamilton (published as Mary Hamilton)

Faith by @kithj

Invasion by Cat Manning

Human Errors by Katherine Morayati

If I Die, Consume Me by @fiddles-ifs

Mama Possum by Kevin Snow

Nine Months Out by @nellplays

Salvage by @atharfi

Tangaroa Deep by Astrid Dalmady

To Spring Open by Yoon Ha Lee and Peter Berman (as Two-Bit Chip)

Parser games:

The Boot-Scraper by Caleb Wilson

The Compass Rose by Yoon Ha Lee (note that I didn't finish this one because I am bad at puzzles)

Galatea by Emily Short

Gun Mute by C. E. J. Pacian (as above)

Laid Off From The Synesthesia Factory by Katherine Morayati

Lime Ergot by Caleb Wilson

Midnight. Swordfight. by Chandler Groover

Take by Katherine Morayati

Games made with other tools:

Cape by Bruno Dias (Raconteur)

Honeysuckle by Cat Manning (Texture)

Prospero by Bruno Dias (Raconteur)

I play such a vanishingly small number of WIPs that it's ridiculous but I did really enjoy what I played of these two and am looking forward to more:

Body Count (@bodycountgame) by @nellplays (Twine)

Chop Shop by Becky @losergames (Twine)

Fervency (@fervency-if ) by Niko Charos (ChoiceScript)

#interactive fiction #choicescript games #twine games #indie games #visual novels

[redbreastedbird]

Not sure if you've been asked this question before, but were Henrietta Trilling and Verity Abraham ever in a romantic relationship/in love?? or at least is that how you were thinking of them when you were writing the characters? bc i recently reread MMU and realised they reminded me weirdly of Zosia Stosic and Anna Goodchild, or Daniel Miller and Joshua Morse, who I've always interpreted as romantic, so it just got me thinking.

My speciality is apparently writing about intense friendships that you can look at and go hmmm what is going on there then.

I don’t tend to have really definitive ideas about what actually is going on there, and I kind of like letting readers live in the question. I think it’s totally valid to interpret each of those relationships as romantic, or platonic, or queerplatonic, or whatever else feels right to you.

#king henry #robin stevens #murder most unladylike #the body in the blitz #death sets sail

[haveyouheardthisband]

#Video Game Music #Synth Funk #FM Synthesis #Bit Music #Chiptune #2010s #2020s #USA #poll

[twogyuu]

Feu D'Artifice

Pairing: Vernon x fem!reader (ft. Chan and Mingyu)

Synopsis: "The Robin Hood of street racing," Chan liked to call him. You had laughed in your friend's face when he first told you about Vernon, but when you actually met him, you couldn't help but be curious about what was behind that stoic façade and his rusted Toyota Celica.

Please note this particular fic focuses on another moment in time after Vernon and OC have met!

Genre: I'm not sure what to label this? Fluff? 😬 Hints of crack, the ending hints at angst. S2L, mild idiots-to-lovers, streetracer!Vernon, mechanic!reader, mechanic!Mingyu, streetracer! Chan, implied antagonist!Baekho

Warnings: Use of profanity, mentions of alcohol, clubbing, mild themes of misogyny, mildly suggestive(?) - they just kiss . . . also contains inaccuracies about cars and street racing (all I know is that it's illegal - kids please do not do illegal things okay? Y'all know better)

WC: ~4.2K

Permanent taglist: @sleeplessdawn @woozarts @wonuziex @sadkidwarexpert @rockwidthyou @jeonghanniehae95 @nanamioo @bibinnieposts

A/N: I write like I'm a frequent club goer lol, but promise I've only gone twice 😅 Let alone to one of those basement parties. Partially inspired by the 'Anyone' special choreography, partially inspired by Baekho's 'Festival In My Car' (yet I made the man the antagonist smh 😅). this is probably one of my favorite pieces in a while 😊 Some day, I'll flesh out this whole story of streetracer!Vernon, but for now, have this - I was too excited and deep in my Vernon feels and wanted to share it with you all. @aceofvernons LOOK AWAY - I'm inconsistent with my biases. . . wbk 😞✊🏻

A purple neon light that once boldly stated ‘Joshua’s,’ flickered pitifully overhead– it was probably on its last few batteries. The wooden door to the parlor was seemingly intimidating despite how ordinary and beat up it looked; there was even a dent in the bottom right corner. One would think that a club this popular among street racers there would be a line snaking out the door and wrapping around the building. Yet, the streets were eerily empty, sans a few hobos making their way across the empty field across from the rundown brick buildings. The pebbled and broken pavement were damp from the sleet earlier today. There was an icy bite in the evening air that seemed to seep into every opening of his clothing and settle into his skin. 

Sucking in a sharp breath, Vernon tucked his hands into the depths of his leather jacket, letting the cold air pierce his lungs as he tried to collect himself before knocking in code against the door as you had instructed. The memory of you leaning against his car with that grease-stained jumpsuit wrapped around your body and your arms folded across your chest was fresh in his mind. He remembered the way you had leaned over, lips ghosting against the shell of his ear, your sweet voice telling him, “It’s morse code for speed.” Your hands were already knocking softly against the metal of the hood of his car. 

Vernon did not like to “go out” and “party” like other street racers. He did his duty on the streets, won his money, and went home. It was his routine and it was the promise he made himself. He vowed never to get involved in the social aspect of street racing. His mentor, Sohee, had told him, “that’s how you lose yourself in the game.” 

Yet here he was, plain and in fact, he had come to the club for a girl. 

Vernon didn’t like to be cliche, but he did honestly, think you weren’t just any girl. 

You were different. You didn’t wear tiny skirts and shirts that barely covered your chest to the race tracks (sans the first night that you let Chan dress you so ill-tastefully). You opted for heavy boots and jeans instead; a bandana always donned your head to hold loose strands of hair back. You didn’t ask for attention from anyone, yet you still had an aura about you that commanded every street race you entered – no one dared question your expertise on their car (except for Vernon). You challenged authority (read: Baekho) and took shit from no one. More often than not, it has put you on people’s shit list – nonetheless, it didn’t seem to bother you. 

To put it simply, Vernon’s interest was piqued and he knew if he wanted to know more about you, he’d have to go further than the race course to learn more.

“Vernon?” one of the bouncers said aghast, surprised to see the street racer at the club. His colleague slapped his shoulder, shooting him a warning look for letting Vernon’s name slip before he could think. 

Vernon scanned the bouncers up and down. They looked vaguely familiar; probably another set of boys from the races that he didn’t know well, nor did he necessarily care to know well. Leaning against the door frame, his eyes lingered across the room: like the streets outside, it was also eerily empty. There was a short counter in the corner with a few bottles of alcohol lining the dusty shelves and two round and worn wooden tables in the center, a set of cards splayed in a game on one of them. 

“The club?” Vernon turned back to them and asked simply. 

“Shh!” the taller one hushed him, eyes wide. He ushered Vernon inside, while his friend secured the door. Vernon complied, wrinkling his brows together in confusion. 

“You can’t just speak so openly about it,” he noted, “There are several of us down there – if the cops found out we’re all gathered in one place, easy bust.”

Vernon hummed in understanding. “Sorry – first time.”

The two friends exchanged looks; the shorter one widening his eyes and gesturing to the taller one to take him back. The latter shook his head silently; Vernon noted the sweat that broke out on his forehead. They seemed to be in a silent argument, oblivious to the fact that Vernon could see their struggle clearly despite the lack of words. 

“Look, if it’s a problem that I’m here –”

“It’s fine, really,” the shorter one chuckled. He shot a glare at the taller one before flickering back to Vernon, a grin on his face. “I-I’ll take you down.”

“Alright,” Vernon shrugged. 

Vernon followed him, pushing past the drapes that shielded the backroom that appeared to be some combination of a kitchen that was transformed into a storage room. Clearly, it hadn’t been used properly for the last couple of years as the stainless steel tables were stacked with boxes that had a few rusty car parts in it. The white deep porcelain sink was also stained brown – lord knows what has been poured down that drain. 

“Coming?” the bouncer called. 

Vernon looked up to see him holding open a door. He cocked his head to the side, noting how it was eerily dark beyond the threshold. Vernon could make out a few clinks of glass bottles and there was an echo of loud laughter, but nothing else: there was no bass of the music and no shrieks of joy.

Was this truly a club? Or had you set him up to be murdered?

He straightened his posture – he had to be on guard in case anything goes wrong. Vernon noted the newspaper covered windows and the door bolted shut in the opposite corner, presuming the way the slight wind whistled through it, it led outside as well. 

“Well?” the bouncer urged, getting annoyed. “We don’t have all night.”

Silently, Vernon walked over and followed him down. Darkness surrounded them immediately as the door slammed shut; the only source of light was the flashing green and blue hues pooling at the bottom of the stairwell. Vernon paused momentarily, letting his eyes adjust before descending down the rickety stairs. He felt himself calm as he could feel the faint thump of a rhythmic drum vibrating underneath him. 

When their feet landed on the cement, just yards away from the steeled entrance of the party, Vernon could already feel the various eyes of the people loitering outside on him. Bottles of beer stopped abruptly at their lips. Cigarettes placed between teeth but went unlit. The eyes of skimpily dressed women with too much eyeshadow on their lids lingered from their dates to the chestnut-haired man. 

Vernon paid no mind though – he was here for you and you only. 

“Right in there,” the short man pointed at a metal door. It was cracked open a notch. “Party ends at 2AM. Don’t get into fights and have fun.”

With that, he left Vernon alone, marching back up the stairs. 

Sucking in another sharp breath, he tugged at the hem of his leather jacket before marching inside. Immediately, he was met with a crowd of people. Some sort of alcoholic drink in hand, they danced and jumped to the beat of fast bass, ignoring the way the gold color liquid sloshed out of the bottles and red cups and dripped onto the cement floor. 

How was he supposed to find you amidst this?

“She doesn’t dance, but you’ll find her there somewhere. She’s always looking for ways to make money,” Vernon remembered Mingyu remarking.

The bar. 

Walking along the edges of the dance floor, he kept his eyes peeled for you and any signs of a counter filled with liquor. He pushed past sweaty bodies grinding against one another and brushed off the manicured hands that landed on his biceps in an attempt to seduce him. He recognized several familiar faces amidst the crowds. Stella who wore different colored wigs to every race. Minhyun, the pretty boy who refereed the start and finish of each race. Cindy, Baekho’s younger sister who came rather infrequently to races, but she was hard to miss decked out in flashy designer outfits each time. Wonwoo, the fox-eyed and stoic man, who never talked much, but he was neither friend nor foe. 

“Chwe!” Vernon heard a familiar voice call after him amidst the noise. He spun around to find Mingyu, the handsome, 187cm-man hard to miss, waving at him from afar. He was leaning against a counter, an amber-colored drink in his hand, and Chan sitting in a bar stool next to him. 

Vernon nodded in reply and made his way over, weaving through the crowd. 

Chan sniggered playfully, clapping Vernon’s shoulder. “Glad you could make it,” he shot Mingyu a sly look, “Though I assume it wasn’t for us.”

“Nah,” Vernon jokingly punched the younger’s shoulder, “You tweakin’.”

“Are we?” Mingyu closed one eye as if he was trying to match a target. He tipped his bottle towards Vernon, “Or are you?”

Vernon shook his head and looked away at your friends’ accusation; nonetheless, a grin growing on his lips at the hints of you being around. 

“Where is she?” Vernon relented. 

“And he indirectly admits it!” Chan raised his hands over his head in triumph.  

Mingyu smiled into the tip of his bottle. He was silent, but the direction he was looking said it all. Vernon followed his line of sight to find you wiping down the opposite counter after a few guests had left to rejoin the party. Despite the rather plain outfit of jeans and a black t-shirt you had on compared to the others here, Vernon thought you looked pretty. 

“Hi,” Vernon greeted you simply as he made his way over. He settled into the empty bar stool directly in front of you and leaned over the counter so you could better hear him. 

You looked up from your line of cups. He noted the way you tried to keep a straight face, but failed when the right corner of your lips twitched up into a suppressed smile. 

“You made it,” you noted, trying to feign cool. 

He shrugged playfully. “Yeah, I’m here.”

You nodded, dipping your chin into your chest, gripping the ledge to prevent you from keeling over. You couldn’t stand looking at him for much longer, your knees growing weak, and you weren’t sure why. It’s not like he looked any different than he did from the races. He still wore his beat up red and black leather jacket with the black t-shirt tucked into his jeans. His hair was perfectly messy – unstyled, yet still stylish. 

It was just Vernon. 

But why did he make you queasy and dizzy all of a sudden. 

“What do you wanna drink?” you asked. 

“What do you have?” he asked in return. 

“Beer, tequila, vodka, and Sprite,” you rattled off, “Ran out of diet Coke – our options are limited, on a budget.”

“Is it on-the-house?” Vernon replied. 

You cocked a curious eyebrow at him. 

“I could repay you in other ways.”

You chuckled at his attempt to flirt and waved him off. You opted for a Sprite for him, remember Chan saying something about Vernon not being the type to drink a lot. You scooped ice and sprayed the drink from the fountain into a red solo cup and slid it over to him. 

“Seduction is not a pretty color on you,” you teased, before turning around to rearrange a few items on the metallic counter behind you. 

“Oh c’mon,” he sipped on the fizzy drink, “That’s not what I meant.”

You threw him a look over your shoulder. “Oh yeah? Then what?”

“Dance with me.”

You turned around and leaned back, arms folded over your chest. “I’m working.”

“Ask Mingyu to cover for you like you did for him.”

“You dance?”

He hadn’t had a drop of alcohol, but he felt like liquid courage was coursing through his veins. The adrenaline of seeing you again made him feel bold and willing to try things he wouldn’t normally do. 

“Here and there,” Vernon lied. He tilted his head coyly. 

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Nonetheless, Vernon could tell from the way you squirmed in your spot, he gave you an offer you couldn’t deny. He noted the way your eyes flickered over to your colleague resting on a white plastic bucket in the corner and pulled your bottom lip in between your teeth. You played with the hem of your navy blue apron wrapped around your waist, your fingers dancing along the loose tie. One pull and it’d come off, and you’d be his for the night. 

“You didn’t invite me just so I could watch you work, did you?” Vernon tried when you didn’t answer. 

“And if I did?” 

You weren’t the jealous type – Vernon knew teasing you with the idea of dancing with other people wouldn’t bug you at all. If anything, it’d only deter you further, regretting inviting him out in the first place, and worse, perhaps never getting a chance to see you again. If he was honest, however . . .

“I’d have no reason to be here then,” he gave you one last soft smile and pushed himself off the bar stool. His heart beat erratically in his chest, his mind raced at all the possible outcomes of this tease. This was bold for him. Vernon didn’t flirt like this. He wasn’t the dauntless type, he didn’t play games with women – let alone anyone. 

It wasn’t him, yet simultaneously it was. 

If you weren’t going to keep him company, he wasn’t going to do the same for you either. 

As he took his first step away, you came rushing to his side, hands wrapping around his forearm to stop him. He looked over, peering into your eyes, wondering if you could see the precariousness in his own right now. 

“F-fine,” you stammered. With one pull of the loose string behind you, the apron became undone. You let go of him to catch the falling garment. “I-I’ll dance with you, just . . . give me a second.”

Your gaze lingered on him a second too long as you returned behind the counter and walked in the direction of your co-worker. Anyone could tell, you were nervous that the chestnut-haired boy would slip out of your grasp between now and the time you went back to him. You whispered something to your friend who shot you a sly smile when you finished before looking over at Vernon again. She nodded and ushered you to go on. Your eyes remained trained on him, the world surrounding you melting alway. It was only him and you. The crowd behind him blurred together into a colorful swirl, while the blue and green lights danced across his untainted skin. Mingyu’s and Chan’s whoops fell on deaf ears; you could only hear a ringing and your controlled breathing.

“Ready?” Vernon extended a hand towards you, dragging you out of your daze. The music grew louder again. You couldn’t help, but notice the envious eyes of the few women and men loitering behind him – and it’s as if he knew. “Eyes on me.”

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you wiped your sweaty palms down your jeans before placing your fingers on his palm. He was quick to fold his fingers over yours, giving you one last reassuring squeeze and a lop-sided grin. Your gaze fell on your intertwined hands, his skin feeling cool against your hot ones. You wondered if he could see through your quiet facade, that inside your chest, it felt like the excitement of when you were little and someone lit a sparkler for you. The flames crackled in front of you, the naive belief that the sparkler would continue forever. A quiet moment passed between the two of you as you let all of it sink in. 

Without a warning, Vernon tugged you onto the dance floor, the two of you being swallowed by the hoard of people. The rough sequin of someone’s dress scratched your arm, another set of dark-painted seductive eyes shot a wink in Vernon’s direction, someone’s hands skimmed across your forearm almost as if to stop you from going further. Amidst all the chaos, neither of you minded it, however. 

Vernon was here for you, and you were here for him tonight. 

Somewhere along the way, Vernon came to a stop. He had assumed he was somewhere in the middle of the dance floor and despite his best efforts to find clearing and some space where you could be comfortable, your sneakers were still toe-to-toe with one another. You peered up at him innocently, waiting for him to make a move, place his hands around your waist, spin you around and pin you flush to his back, or heck, kiss you even – but none of it ever came. He stood stiff as a sim character.

“You don’t know how to dance, do you?” you asked softly. He could hardly hear you. 

“May have fibbed a little to get you to come out from behind that counter,” Vernon chortled.

A playful smile spreading across your face, your hands slinked up his forearms until you hit his elbows. You tugged them close towards your waist, then wrapping your hands around his rough fingers and gently setting them on your sides, as if to silently tell him it was okay to touch you. It was as if some other song other than the hype music was playing and you started slowly stepping side to side, wrapping your arms around his neck. Vernon planted his forehead on yours, watching the electricity spark in your eyes while the blue hues of the club engulfed you. Your lips were merely inches from each other – he could smell the spearmint gum you always chewed on your breath. Your breath hitched at the way he looked at you so intensely, yet with so much adoration. You hardly knew a thing about one another, but the way his eyes bore into yours felt as if you spent a whole century together. 

Perhaps if it was possible, the sparklers in this lifetime with him would shimmer in the dark forever.

During street races, while waiting for a pair to finish their course, you always watched your surroundings out of boredom, waiting on the hood of Chan’s car with your red toolbox right beside you. When the crowd had thinned, half still at the start, the other half at the finish, everyone was always off doing their own thing to preoccupy themselves, including one another. 

You didn’t like to think of yourself as “the other girl,” but felt like you were at these races. Spectators came with their faces caked with the latest Dior foundation and their lips painted with the classic shades of YSL lipstick. Your scuffed up steel-toed shoes were no match for their stilettos and thigh high boots. Not to mention, you were severely underdressed in your grease-stained jumpsuit that hung around your waist. The people here commanded attention and as suffocating as it was to you, they definitely got it. 

You’ve seen them in the alleys of buildings. Their bare backs pressed up against the rough, cracked brick walls, a low-tier racer who had chosen them as prey for the night had their hands perched above their head, whispering sweet nothings into their ear before stealing kisses from their pouts. Sometimes, they would disappear into the night and not be seen until the next race, nestled in their new lover's arms. 

Never in a hundred years did you think you’d find yourself in the same compromising position with Vernon, out of all people, tucked away in the dimly lit hallway of the club basement. His leather jacket was shrouded over your shoulders because you had complained about feeling cold earlier. He stood in front of you, leaning over on his forearm placed on the wall behind, chuckling as the two of you exchanged quiet words – they were nothing deep, nothing particularly sweet either, but he made your chest bubble in ways you didn’t know it could. Every time he let out that low chuckle that managed to seep through his sealed lips, his hazel eyes curving into crescents, you couldn't help but giggle in return.

Part of you hoped the vomit-green wall behind you would open up a portal and swallow you whole, unsure if your fragile heart could take all of this affection. You felt silly for being so love-drunk; it’s not like you grinded on him on the dance floor or took love shots when Chan and Mingyu urged the both of you to. Heck, Vernon hadn’t done anything more than placing his hands on your waist. Yet here you were, giddy like a teenager holding hands with their crush for the first time. 

It was embarrassing.

The other part of you wanted to stay and see where this would go. Would you ever know his life beyond the four walls of his beat-up, gray 2002 Toyota Celica? Neither of you were drunk and you were both well-aware of your decisions tonight, though perhaps blind to the consequences to come. It was never said, but you knew you both were curious about this, whatever it was between the two of you. The light teases, the off-beat slow dance to the fast-paced song, the shared giggles for no reason whenever you caught one another’s eyes, the stupid stories made up while people-watching, this cliche moment right now – selfishly, you wanted it all.

“This is a stupid question,” Vernon mumbled, he fiddled with the zipper of his leather jacket, flipping it up and down in hopes of the cool metal would calm his nerves. His eyes flickered back up to you. “But, um,” he let out a breathy chortle. His expression didn’t quite match his laugh though – he looked rather confused as he squeezed his eyes shut momentarily, furrowing his eyebrows together. “Can I . . . can I kiss you?”

Unconsciously, you drew your lips in between your teeth and peered up at him innocently, heat coloring your cheeks. The cold seeping through the basement window behind you was not enough to cool your hot skin. All you could hear was your own blood rushing in your ears and suddenly, he seemed like he was too far from you - you were scared. 

Pressing his lips into a tightline he shook his head in embarrassment. “It’s too soon – I shouldn’t have, sorry,” he pushed himself off the wall. He lifted his foot off the ground, ready to take a step backwards to give you space. 

Before you could stop yourself, your hand shot out and grabbed onto the front of his black t-shirt to stop him from moving away. You took him by surprise at your eagerness, noting the way you tugged at the fabric, not caring that you were stretching out the cotton. 

“Um,” he hummed as he settled back into his position close to you. 

“You can,” you finally answered his question breathlessly. 

He nodded once and planted his palms on either side of your face, letting out a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Okay,” you repeated after him. 

Your heart was beating out of control at this point. If you were to faint in his arms right here, you wouldn’t be surprised. You stared at him, eyes wide, your gaze lingered across the sharps and curves of his features, noting every lash to the divots of his acne scars on his cheeks from puberty to the slight bump in his nose bridge. Your eyes finally landed on his pink lips, now glossy after he’d swipe his tongue over it. 

“Um . . .” you hesitated, when he hadn’t made a move yet. Were you doing something wrong?

“S-sorry, I just don’t usually do these kinds of things,” Vernon stumbled. 

You let out an equally nervous chuckle, “Same.”

“I just,” he dipped his head in to move closer, the tip of his nose bumping ever so slightly into yours, “Go for it,” he inhaled deeply, “Right?”

You blinked a few times, finally opting to let your lids fall shut and inhaled just as deeply. “Right.”

“Okay,” you heard him mumble. He must’ve moved in even closer now as you could feel the vibration of his words against your skin. You could feel the tickle of his lips grazing against yours, the slightest hesitation in his breathing to move in and seal the kiss. Contrary to your own, his eyes were still peeled open, looking for any signs of uncertainty and that you didn’t want this anymore. The last thing he wanted to do was to make you feel uncomfortable. Fortunately, he found that you seemed rather impatient for this kiss to happen. He noted the way your shoulders were stiff, hands squeezed by your side and your fists balled up in anticipation. There was a small droop in the space between your brows as you squeezed your eyes shut tighter. 

“Cute,” was the last word you heard him say before he pressed his lips against yours. 

It was no longer the sensation of sparklers that shone in the dark in the visions behind your closed eyelids and tingled up and down your skin, but rather fireworks. There was a zap in your lips, satisfied but hungry for more. Though his thumbs gently brushed against your cheeks, each touch felt like 100 joules electrifying your skin. It burned, but it was euphoric.

However, with every evening of celebratory fireworks, came a hazy morning filled with residual smoke.

#vernon x reader #hansol x reader #chwe hansol #vernon #vernon fluff #vernon angst #svt vernon #seventeen x reader #seventeen fluff #seventeen angst #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen drabbles #seventeen fanfic

[questionable-chnt-hc]

I feel like Elijah and Matthew fully unhinged their jaws to eat food like a snake of some kind. I also think they'd probably try to eat the bones of whatever meat they eat....

I also think that campers would probably all have some form of language between cabins for example, cabin dung beetle just scream....in various animal noises or cabin silk worm uses morse code. It's very odd as none of the adults understand it not even the counsellors. Although I suspect Joshua would probably would demand his cabin stop it immediately or something and he gets mad when they don't.

- Dude.

Matthew doesn’t eat the bones as much because most of the time he saves them to make broth for his various soups

#camp here and there #ch&t #chnt #up an adam #matthew napoleon #joshua macheath

[konmarkimageswords]

Diffusion, Volume IX

Artfully Crafted Photography Annual

124 pages, full color, perfect bound softcover

8.25 in. × 10.75 in. // 20.96 cm. × 27.31 cm.

English language, 1st Edition of 400

Nine Chapters: I. Cabinet of Curiosities // II. Transfiguration // III. Nostalgia // IV. Natural Landscape // V. Enigmatic Figures // VI. Organichrome // VII. Geometric Personality // VIII. Human Condition // IX. Sanctuary Shelter

Featuring: Addison Brown, Alan Ostreicher, Alex Delapena, Aline Mare, Allen Morris, Amaury Orozco & Sev Collazo, Amy Kanka Valadarsky, Andreas Olesen, Andy Mattern, Angela Franks Wells, Anne Campbell, Anne-Laure Autin, Antonio Martinez, Barbara Kyne, Benjamin Montague, Bill Vaccaro, Bob Cornelis, Brianna Tadeo, C E Morse, Carol Erb, Caroline Fudala, Clare O'Neill, Claude Peschel Dutombe, Dawn Surratt, Diana Bloomfield, Diana Nicholette Jeon, Elizabeth Raymer Griffin, Elizabeth Stone, Ellie Ivanova, Fritz Liedtke, Galina Kurlat, Harland Vine, Heather Perera, Heidi Clapp Temple, Heidi Kirkpatrick, J. M. Golding, James Wigger, Joseph Deiss, Joshua Myers, Joshua Sarinana, Kathleen Donohoe, Kathryn Mayo, Ken Ball, KK DePaul, Kon Markogiannis, Linda Alterwitz, Linda Barsotti, Margo Geddes, Matthew Finley, Maureen Delaney, Melanie Walker, Michael Kirchoff, Michelle Rogers Pritzl, Mike Hoover, Molly McCall, Noelle McCleaf, Rachel Wolf, Ray Bidegain, Robert Calafiore, Robert Moran, Sandra Klein, Sara Silks, Stacie Ann Smith, Susan de Witt, Tamsen Wojtanowski, Thomas Michael Alleman, Tom & Lois White, Troy Colby, Wendi Schneider, and Wendy Verity.

[cinnamonbun04]

Day 2

Joshua seems very angry today. he ate all of the reese’s puffs in my bowl and then, he ate the rest of the box. then, he possessed the microwave and said “I HATE YOU” in morse code in the bathroom lights. what did i do? is someone messing with me? maybe they found out about Joshua’s existance and decided to play a prank on me. but if he IS just mad at me, what should i say? I dont know. but i plan on figuring out what happened!

Sincerely, me

#day 2 #joshua #angry #demon

[dormmu-a]

I was looking for the school for freaks and magic geeks. Am I in the right place?

► GENERAL INFORMATION

FULL NAME & ALIAS: doyle dormammu CURRENT TEAM(S): strange academy AGE: 17-18 GENDER IDENTITY: cisgender male SEXUALITY: straight NATIONALITY: n/a ETHNICITY: n/a ( part of the alien race faltine ) MULTIVERSAL ORIGIN: earth 616

► APPEARANCE

FACE CLAIM: joshua bassett SPECIAL / RECOGNIZABLE FEATURES: has a ‘pumpkin-like’ head that is perpetually engulfed in flame ( doyle jokingly calls this his hair ), the remaining parts of his body appear to be made of what looks like molten rock, arms and hands are also often engulfed in flame. HAIR COLOR: uhh fire EYE COLOR: glowing yellow/white ACCENT: flat, non-regional american accent CURRENT COSTUME: strange academy uniform

► BACKGROUND

CURRENT HOME: bourbon street, new orleans PAST OCCUPATION: n/a CURRENT OCCUPATION: student SNAP STATUS: survived in a different reality

► RELATIONS

SIBLING(S): n/a PARTNER(S): emily bright ( god, he wishes. ) CHILDREN: n/a BEST FRIEND: emily bright ADVERSARY: iric brorson ( rivals )

► HEADCANONS/FUN FACTS

- the fire that covers a lot of his body isn’t actually hot, otherwise his clothes would just...burn up. doyle can however make it hot if he wants to, just like he can also increase the flames in intensity, and other types of pyrokinetic manipulation. - he attends therapy ( with dead girl as his counselor ) regularly since dying and being resurrected. he does not like it. - he’s actually starting to sort of not hate iric. but GOD if you tell the guy... - he is not a fan of prophecies.

► WANTED CONNECTIONS

fellow strange academy students -- calvin morse, iric and alvi brorson, shaylee moonpeddle, zoe laveau, guslaug, dessy, toth, germán aguilar. zelma stanton -- strange academy librarian/professor, and someone doyle trusts and looks up to.

#mvmprompts

[smlpodcast]

The SML Podcast - Episode 955: A Stiff Can of Pasta

Download Episode 955 --

Let's talk about canned pasta for a minute with some friends and review some games, sound good?

The show kicks off with Pernell Vaughan, Chris Taylor, and Andy Sperry all on hand to chat about how our week's have been, hard games that that we enjoy, Joe's continual joy for Fortnite Festival, and the fact that Spaghetti O's just aren't the same as they used to be. They get so soupy and watery now. What's up with that? Like, get the old recipe back and stop skimping on ingredients. I used to love that stuff… Oh Aki shows up too and we talk reviews!

0:00 - Intro/Pasta 15:27 - Hammerwatch II - Crackshell, Maximum Entertainment (Andy) 28:53 - Let's! Revolution! - BUCK (Pernell) 36:48 - Class of Heroes 2G: Remaster Edition - Acquire, PQube (Chris & Pernell) 58:18 - Front Mission 2: Remake - Storm Trident, Forever Entertainment (Aki & Pernell) 1:15:40 - Timberdoku - Bacord Games, Leoful (Pernell)

The show ends with some upbeat funkiness from Joshua Morse off of his Zelda Funk album from GameChops!

1:23:15 - Joshua Morse - Dark World (A Link to the Past)

https://www.crackshell.dk/ https://maximument.com/ https://www.letsrevolution.com/ https://buck.co/ https://www.acquire.co.jp/ https://pqube.co.uk/ https://storm-trident.com/ https://forever-entertainment.com/ https://bacord.ar/ https://leoful.com/ http://jmflava.com/ https://gamechops.com/ https://www.keymailer.co/ https://itunes.apple.com/us/podcast/the-sml-podcast/id826998112 https://open.spotify.com/show/6KQpzHeLsoyVy6Ln2ebNwK https://twitter.com/theSMLpodcast/ https://www.facebook.com/theSMLpodcast/ https://store.streamelements.com/thesmlpodcast ALL REVIEWED GAMES HAVE BEEN PROVIDED FOR FREE FOR THE PURPOSE OF ANY COVERAGE ON THE SHOW

#PS5 #Xbox #Switch #Keymailer #ad #Sponsored #letsrevolution #classofheroes #classofheroes2 #keymailer

[cameronpleasant]

A fun, intense and energetic coach worth a closer look.

A small town, a closely-knit community, and a good public high school are what most folks from Western Massachusetts like to think their lives consist of. One specific resident of Western Mass and the head coach of the varsity basketball team at Frontier Regional School is a very interesting story. Joshua Morse or as many of his former players and friends know him, Coach Josh is a former player himself at Colby-Sawyer College from 1993-1994 season as a junior until his senior year from 1994-1995. His son, Owen Morse, is a student at Colby-Sawyer College and plays on the basketball team.

This past year was Morse’s first season as varsity head coach at Frontier, he had previously served as the JV head coach and assistant to former head coach Ben Barshefsky. Morse spent the 2021-2022 season as a member of the Wilbraham-Monson high school coaching staff before returning to Frontier this past season. As JV coach at Frontier, Morse led the 2019-2020 Redhawks to their first 20-0 season in the program's history.

Morse’s philosophies have always revolved around pushing the ball down court and playing intense defense, forcing the other team into mistakes and taking advantage of those mistakes. It took nearly the entire first half of the season, but eventually Frontier began to show their coaches heart and style out on the court, running up and down the court and out hustling the other team. 

After many years of talent running through Frontier under coach Ben Barshefsky, this past season there was a noticeable difference in overall size and skill on the basketball team. Barshefsky almost always had multiple players at 6’ 6” or taller at his disposal, which nowadays is unheard of in high school basketball. As recently as the 2019-2020 season, Frontier had junior starting center 6’ 10” Peter Carey, who currently plays at Syracuse University, and sixth man forward/center Collin Boudreau who was about 6’ 6” at the time. 

Morse was still able to guide his team to a state tournament appearance even without this luxury, in which they were ultimately defeated by Whittier Tech. Frontier was able to hang in the game for three full quarters, but missing four key players and a nearly two hour bus ride eventually caught up to them. Nonetheless, Frontier making the postseason this year was extremely impressive. They started out the season with a subpar 3-5 record. When it mattered most, they stepped up, winning four of their final six games to reach the tournament. Coach Morse in his first season did as incredible of a job coaching as he always has. Against many odds, he along with Frontier overcame it all.

Frontier’s biggest statement win of the season came on January 30 against an at the time undefeated Hopkins Academy team. Hopkins, currently ranked as the 7th best among all division five teams in the state, was 12-0 before coming into Frontier Regional to be upset by the Redhawks. On their senior night, Frontier had easily their best performance of the season.

Frontier’s success over the years would not be possible without some assistance from their student section, known widely around Western Mass as the “Frontier Sixth Man.” This crowd has enraged many opposing players as it is a brutal experience to go against both them and the Redhawks in Goodnow Gymnasium. 

In addition to coaching at Frontier, Morse has also been involved with Mass Elite Basketball. Mass Elite is a program in which the best basketball players in the state compete at local, regional, and national levels of basketball. It also serves as a showcase for the players to display their skill to recruiters and coaches from prep schools and colleges. Mass Elite has programs for both men and women. Coach Morse has won a Mass Elite Coach of the Year Award and was recently inducted into their Hall of Fame.

The Official Announcement of Coach Morse's induction into the Mass Elite Hall of Fame.

Coach Morse is Mass Elite's Coach of the Year!

Frontier warms up for their win or go home game at Whittier Tech School, (coaches point of view.)

Fans perspective of the starting lineup introductions.

Coach Morse demands better defense from his team following an early timeout.

Coach Morse calls out an offensive sequence, frustrated after a turnover on the previous possession.

[springfieldvtpd]

Arrest - Assault & Robbery

SPRINGFIELD POLICE DEPARTMENT

PRESS RELEASE

Offenses: Assault & Robbery

Incident Number: 23SF000752

Investigating Officer: Ofc. Singleton

Date/Time of Incident/Arrest: 03/03/2023 @ 2206 hours

Defendant: Joshua Morse

Summary of Incident:

On 02/19/2023 at approximately 2222 hours Ofc. Clark and I were dispatched to McDonalds, located at 1 Chester Road in Springfield, VT, for the report of a male with a gun that was demanding money from employees. After an investigation it was found that the defendant,

Joshua Morse, had allegedly advised he had a firearm to employees at the McDonalds, and demanded cash. Once Morse received the cash he drove off in his vehicle.

On 03/03/2023, Morse was located in Windsor, VT and taken into custody by Det. Wierzbecki and Ofc. Moody of the Windsor, VT Police Department, as well as the Windsor County Sheriff Ryan Palmer.

Morse was then transported to the Springfield Police Department for processing. Morse was cited to appear in Windsor County Criminal Court on 03/06/2023 to answer to the alleged charge of Assault and Robbery.

Morse was subsequently lodged at the Southern State Correctional Facility in lieu of $10,000 cash or surety bail

[danvilleareacc]

DACC Lists Fall President's & Honors Students

Danville Area Community College has released a list of its honor students for the Fall 2022 Semester.   A student must carry 12 or more credit hours and a straight A (4.0) average on a 4.0 scale to be included on the President’s List. To be included on the Honors List, a student must carry 12 or more credit hours and have a B+ (3.5) grade point average on a 4.0 scale.

Danville Area Community College Fall 2022 President’s & Honors Lists

Danville Area Community College PRESIDENT’S LIST – FALL 2022

Alvin, IL

Nicholas Garmon.

Armstrong, IL

Olivia Logue.

Bismarck, IL

Allison Bostwick, Ryan Bostwick, Dianne Trimble.

Bloomington, IL

Brennon Reed.

Catlin, IL

Jaiden Baum, Holden Dunavan, Joseph Kedas, Kylee Pate, Rebecca Rogers, Monica Vasquez.

Chicago, IL

Lauren Crawley.

Chrisman, IL

Lindsey Franz.

Covington, IN

Alyssa Cheuvront, Margo Galloway, Hailynn Herzog, Briley Peyton, Alexandra VanVickle.

Danville, IL

Noah Acree, Wariya Alhassan, Gracie Arnett, Amber Atkinson, Xitlally Bonilla, Jasmine Brown, Ne'Kedra Cain, Devontay Carpenter, Rowan Clawson, Jeremiah Cooper, Isabella Courson, Brandon Cox, Mariela Cruz, Debra Cummings, Joel Cundiff, Olivia Edgington, Robin Farr, Brenda Fisher, Nicholas Fuentes, Teagyn Goodwin, Meghan Gross, Logan Hall, Marlee Harper, Jadyn Hess, Lindsey Janssen, Tamara Jimson, Josephine Kamwela, Christopher La Combe, Trenton Lewis, Layla Martinez, Kalia Mason, Ashlynn Pinnick, Ethan Rayburn, Chelsea Reeves, Kearby Robinson, Vivianna Ruffo, Veronica Sasseen, Yoo Bin Seo, Maxeen Smart, Shania Smith, Maria Sobany Bosch, Frederick Soderstrom, Elmonia Taylor, Lewis Towne, Kayce Wagle, Charlene Walsh, Grace Ward, Donald Wills, Mia Yant.

East Lynn, IL

Abigail Walder.

Evansville, IN

Matthew Bunnell.

Fithian, IL

Codey McMahon.

Georgetown, IL

Jacob Maskel, Hunter Way.

Hillsboro, IN

Lauren Highland.

Hoopeston, IL

Charis Allen, Tori Birge, Gage Hopkins, Morgan Keith, Skyler Morgan.

Mahomet, IL

Ahmad Al-Heeti.

Marine, IL

Alixandria Grenzebach.

Milford, IL

Abigail White.

Mooresville, IN

Blake Nigg.

Muncie, IL

Dominyq Gritten.

Oakwood, IL

Madison Doan, Jarron Fleming, Natalie Garrison, Raiden Jackson, Kimberly Montgomery, Tannar Pouilliard, Carlie Reitz.

Osgood, IN

Elizabeth Pavy.

Paris, IL

Drew Pinkston.

Philo, IL

Kyleigh Weller.

Potomac, IL

Destiny Fitzsimmons, Violet McCool, Mason McMasters, Seth Pollitt.

Ridge Farm, IL

Matthew Coleman.

Rossville, IL

Heidi Goble, Morgan Miller, Abigail Ryan.

Troy, IL

Caleb Durbin.

Tuscola, IL

Alexis Koester.

Westville, IL

Laney Crawford, Jack Duensing, McKenzie Meinders, Joshua Miller, Emma Myers, Zachary Troxel.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danville Area Community College HONORS LIST – FALL 2022

Armstrong, IL

Justin Wilken.

Bismarck, IL

Trenton Spicer.

Catlin, IL

Naomi Dolan, Emily Fier, Lillie Hannan, Macallister Hill, Autumn Lange, Grace Niedzwiecki.

Champaign, IL

Lilian Eziefule.

Charleston, IL

Ashlynn McPeak.

Columbus, OH

Brianna Hamilton.

Covington, IN

Jacob Eells, Hannah Hunter, Calvin Springer, Katie Woodrow.

Danville, IL

Nora Abdelghani, Joan Applegate, Michele Budnovich, Anna Carrion, Christine Daniel, Benjamin Dickerson, Ian Dukes, Jayla Greer, Chelsey Haga, Dalton Hagley, Diego Hightower, Aryanna Huckstadt, Lexi Hudson, Matteo Janzen, Ginaveve Jessup, William Landis, Chayton Lawrence, Lezlea Lowe, Julieanna Morse, Amanda Nelson, Candela Nevares Garcia, Aaron Olmstead, Destiny Parker, Lilliana Perez, Tah'yah Rose, Ruth Salazar, Woodley Scholz, Andrew Sentelle, Sebastian Skinner, Braeden Skoog, Jennifer Stovall, Dylan Taylor, Rylie Terrell, Kendra Tucker, Cassie Warren, Zoe Wilson, Ella Wolfe, Jacob Xiong.

Evansville, IN

Ryan Caddell, Adam Evans.

Fairmount, IL

Aaron Dean.

Findlay, IL

Dirk Bruyn.

Fithian, IL

Reed Sperry.

Georgetown, IL

Brooke Robertson, LaVonte Taylor, Madison Wilson.

Hoopeston, IL

Maria Alvarado, Vanessa Blackburn, Ashley Cadle, Marissa Garcia, Brady Woods.

Indianaola, IL

Lacee Darr.

Ingersoll, Canada

Lucus Forbes.

Kingman, IN

Lydia Van Huysen.

Liberty Township, OH

Keiara Gregory.

Mattoon, IL

Raven Morrison.

Mentone, IN

Owen Kirchenstien.

Milford, IL

Craig VanHoveln.

New Market, IN

Samuel Endicott.

Oakwood, IL

Lane Bensyl, Gaven Clouse, Koby Fletcher, Travis Goodner, Hayley Mascari, Katherine Reffett, Charles Rieches, Isaiah Ruch, William Sandusky, Brevin Wells.

Potomac, IL

Casey Grant, Leanne Rogers.

Quincy, IL

Luke Mettemeyer.

Richland, IN

Jackson Raaf.

Ridge Farm, IL

Savannah Davis, Gentry Howard.

Rossville, IL

Madalyn Goble, Hunter Howe, Sabrina Koenig.

Sheldon, IL

Julia Bushnell.

Sidell, IL

Madison Farrell.

St. Joseph, IL

Kelsey Martlage.

Tampa, FL

Briana Hernandez.

Westville, IL

Jason Cotten, Gage Lange, Christopher Miller, McKenzie Montgerard, Douglas Reffett.

Wheaton, IL

Ian Johnson.

Williamsport, IN

Ethan Hickman.

#writeyourstoryatdacc #honorslist #proudscholars #communitycollegesservethecommunity

[rabbittstewcomics]

Episode 372

Comic Reviews:

DC

Black Adam: The Justice Society Files – Dr. Fate by Bryan Q. Miller, Cavan Scott, Marco Santucci, Jesus Merino, Ulises Arreola, Michael Atiyeh

Dark Crisis 5 by Joshua Williamson, Daniel Sampere, Alejandro Sanchez

Dark Crisis: The Deadly Green by Alex Paknadel, Dan Watters, Ram V, Tom Derenick, Brent Peeples, Daniel Bayliss, George Kambadais, Matt Herms

Gotham City Year One 1 by Tom King, Phil Hester, Eric Gapstur, Jordie Bellaire

Joker: The Man Who Stopped Laughing 1 by Matt Rosenberg, Carmine Di Giandomenico, Francesco Francavilla, Arif Prianto

Marvel

A.X.E.: Starfox by Kieron Gillen, Daniele Di Nicuolo, Frank William

A.X.E.: X-Men by Kieron Gillen, Francesco Mobili, Frank Martin

Edge of Spider-Verse 5 by Dan Slott, J.M. DeMatteis, Steve Foxe, Phil Lord, Bob McLeod, Kei Zama, David Lopez, Brian Reber, Jim Campbell

Miracleman 0 by Jason Aaron, Mike Carey, Neil Gaiman, Zack Davisson, Ty Templeton, Mick Anglo, Ryan Stegman, Peach Momoko, Leinil Francis Yu, Paul Davidson, Mark Buckingham, Zak Davisson, JP Mayer, Sunny Gho, Jordie Bellaire, Sonia Oback, Antonio Fabela

Spider-Man 1 by Dan Slott, Mark Bagley, John Dell, Edgar Delgado

Spider-Ham: Hollywood May-Ham OGN by Steve Foxe, Shadia Amin

Infinity Comics

Who is Daredevil?

Marvel’s Voices: Werewolf By Night

It’s Jeff

Dark Horse

Leonide the Vampyr: Miracle at the Crow’s Head by Mike Mignola, Rachele Aragno, Dave Stewart

Image

3 Keys 1 by David Messina

Dark Ride 1 by Joshua Williamson, Andrei Bressan, Adriano Lucas

Junkyard Joe 1 by Geoff Johns, Gary Frank, Brad Anderson

Kaya 1 by Wes Craig, Jason Wordie

Revolvers 1 by John Zuur Platten, Christian Dibari, Simon Gough

ComiXology

Book of Evil 1 by Scott Snyder, Jock

IDW

Earthdivers: Kill Columbus 1 by Stephen Graham Jones, Davide Gianfelice, Joana Lafuente

TMNT: Saturday Morning Adventures 1 by Erik Burnham, Tim Lattie, Sarah Myer

Dynamite

Garbage Pail Kids Origins 1 by Hans Rodionoff, Adam Goldberg, Jeff Zapata

Sirens Gate 1 by Shannon Maer

Sweetie Candy Vigilante 1 by Suzanne Cafiero, Jeff Zornow

Unbreakable Red Sonja 1 by Jim Zub, Giovanni Valletta, Ceci de la Cruz

Red 5

August Purgatory Underground 1 by Benjamin Morse

Mystery Brothers 1 by Quentin Lee, Elis Zill

Oni

Pink Lemonade 1 by Nick Cagnetti

OGN

Monster Bar Mitzvah by Josh Anderson, Dustin Evans

Side Effects by Ted Anderson, Tara O’Connor

Kings of Nowhere by Soroush Barazesh

Ray’s OGN Corner: Pumpkin Heads by Rainbow Rowell, Faith Erin Hicks

Additional Reviews: Andor 5, She-Hulk, Werewolf by Night, Hellraiser (1987), Disney’s Chibi-Verse

Longbox of Horror 2022 part 2: Dark Knight Strikes Again

Ray pitches the Nintendo-Verse

News: Mike Marts takes over Mad Cave, NYCC shenanigans, Slott’s Who Special delayed, Night of the Ghoul optioned, Snyder re-ups at ComiXology, Cunningham and Ryall take over AfterShock, Spawn movie writers, El Muerto director, Five Nights at Freddie’s movie, Stephen King’s Fairy Tale optioned, Lazarus Planet, Owl House, Dragon Prince, Velma, Milestone 30th Anniversary plans, Joe Q doing DC covers, Mike Hawthorne arc of Zdarsky Batman, Keanu out of Devil in the White City, more Cartoon Network upheaval, Superman revamp, Flanagan no longer involved in Something is Killing the Children adaptation, Marvel’s Voices and Women of Marvel, titles of next Marvel events, Red Goblin series, Omninews, Rogue and Gambit by Stephanie Phillips, Betsy Braddock: Captain Britain by Tini Howard, X-23 mini, Guardians series coming, Sana Starros series from Marvel

Trailers: Wakanda Forever, Mario, Violent Night, Velma, Power of the Doctor, Picard s3

Comics Countdown:

Dark Ride 1 by Joshua Williamson, Andrei Bressan, Adriano Lucas

Spider-Man 1 by Dan Slott, Mark Bagley, John Dell, Edgar Delgado

Batman 128 by Chip Zdarsky, Leonardo Romero, Jorge Jimenez, Tomeu Morey, Jordie Bellaire

Ant-Man 4 by Al Ewing, Tom Reilly, Jordie Bellaire

Kaya 1 by Wes Craig, Jason Wordie

Time Before Time 17 by Rory McConville, Declan Shalvey, Eric Zawadski, Chris O’Halloran

Side Effects GN by Ted Anderson, Tara O’Connor

Junkyard Joe 1 by Geoff Johns, Gary Frank, Brad Anderson

Undiscovered Country 21 by Scott Snyder, Charles Soule, Leonardo Marcello Grassi, Giuseppe Camuncoli, Matt Wilson

 Minor Threats 2 by Patton Oswalt, Jordan Blum, Scott Hepburn, Ian Herring

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