#Moon Video Inc.

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Resso

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#Moon Video Inc. #Music & audio #Premium unlocked #Resso #Resso 1.90.0

[redsnerdden]

This Week In The Nerd Fandom: January 17th, 2023

This Week In The Nerd Fandom: January 17th, 2023 Demon Slayer Kimetsu No Yaiba The Mugen Train Arc is coming to Netflix, and More! #anime #netflix #manga #DCComics #Marvel #WitchWatch #AGDQ2023 鬼滅の刃

It’s that time again. This Week In The Nerd Fandom is back with several new topics from the Fandom. Also, a reminder for those who aren’t aware, our Ko-Fi Page has been updated. Be sure to check it out and buy me a soda! Demon Slayer Kimetsu no Yaiba: The Mugen Train Arc is coming this Saturday to Netflix Image Credit: Netflix Let’s start with the announcement from Netflix. Netflix will be…

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#Anime #DC Comics #Demon Slayer: The Mugen Train #Games Done Quick #Manga #Marvel #Netflix #Nightwing #Sailor Moon Cosmos #Shueisha Inc #Storm #This Week In The Nerd Fandom #Video Games #Viz Media #Witch Watch

[moondaeznuts]

Debut or Die Idol Inc (Season 3) Third Team Match fan cam Thumbnails

Putting the entire twitter post underneath the spoilers because its too long lol

indents like this are mtl from the original post

Team Rabbit thumbnails: Park Moondae, Lee Sejin B, Seon Ahyeon, and Kim Raebin

"There is a delay because this video is being transmitted from the moon 🌕"

"Captain! When will you come to Bear Village ?ʕ•̀ ▿ •́ʔ What? A rabbit today? ʕ >⌓< ｡ʔ"'

"Because Ahyeon is here, today is a day the day when the moon shines brighter than the sun ⁽⁽ ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ ⁾⁾"

"The rabbit who stayed up all night planning the stage concept came out on stage ⇓"

Team Husky thumbnails: Ryu Chungwoo, Lee Sejin A, Cha Eugene

"I'm boycotting Ryu Chungwoo. Buying his stocks like crazy.. 🔥🔥🔥"

"Please give charisma to your hamster! 🐹"

"Sugar High Cha Yujin, I'm Eugene High 📈"

#debut or die #데못죽 #dmj #dod #데뷔 못 하면 죽는 병 걸림 #park moondae #keunse #lee sejin b #seon ahyeon #keun sejin #ryu chungwoo #lee sejin a #bae sejin #baese #kim raebin #cha eugene #debut or die ryu chungwoo #debut or die bae sejin #debut or die lee sejin a #debut or die baese #debut or die seon ahyeon #debut or die ahyeon #debut or die lee sejin #debut or die lee sejin b #debut or die keunse #debut or die keun sejin #debut or die park moondae #debut or die moondae #debut or die cha eugene #debut or die eugene

[petday]

Hello i love your art a lot..:) Do you like to listen to music while you draw and if you do whatve you been listening to?

I like 90s and early 2000s video game/computer game music... Some examples below:

Sion II: The First Attack - Legend

R4 / Ridge Racer Type 4 - Move Me

Souhou Blue Phoenix - Stage 1 and 3

Kurutta Kajitsu - Opening

Yuu Yuu Hakusho: Makyou Toitsusen - I'll Introduce

Persona 2: Innocent Sin - Main Theme B

Grounseed - Shop Demo

The Scheme - A Leaden Sky

Dragon Master Silk II - SLKMSC01

Metal Head - Final Boss

Thunder Force II - an irrevocable dream

The Adventures of Hourai High - Boss Battle

The Adventures of Hourai High - Dungeon

Super Bomberman 3 - Stage 2

Lagoon (Sharp x68000) soundtrack

I also like 90s and early 2000s electronic music (dance, house, jungle, rave, drum and bass…) Some examples:

Nookie (Windy Milla) - Ruff & Massive

Nino - The Gun (I See It Around Me)

Manix - Special Request (Hero Remix)

SL2 - Way in my Brain (No Coke Mix)

Brisk and Fade - Radio Rockin (Original Mix)

TC Crew - Once Bitten (Once Instrumental)

Mix Race - The Future Is Before Your Eyes (And The Scratch From The Man Trax)

Blame - Music Takes You (Original Version)

MC Jay J (SL2) & DJ Devious D - Time Of Our Lives

Foul Play - Open Your Mind

Two-Mix - La Vie En Rose

Peshay - Piano Tune

Acen - Trip II the Moon (Part 2)

Livin Joy - Dreamer

Dextrous & H-Pee - Hot Flame

Bizarre Inc - Playing With Knives

Artemis - Elysian Fields

The Astro Trax Team - The Energy (Feel The Vibe)

Indo‎ - R U Sleeping (Todd Edwards Mix)

Atmosphere Chapter 2 - Deeper Drum And Bass

Vibes @ Helter Skelter - A Sign Of The Times (4th May 1997)

#long post #music

[lowkeyrobin]

MCYT ; modern day songs they remind me of

includes ; tommyinnit, tubbo, badlinu, ranboo, billzo, aimsey, quackity, nihachu, jack manifold & slimecicle

warnings ; none

lmk if I should remove jack, billzo & aimsey bc ik they don't like fanfics but this is just some random blurb and idk. lmk yall lmao. this includes early 2000s-2020s music so don't come for me LMAO

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

vibe ; lil peep

give u the moon ; lil peep

remember you ; dominurmom

facetime with my mom (tonight) ; bo burnham

need 2 ; pinegrove

mr brightside ; the killers

shut up my moms calling ; hotel ugly

don't mess a good thing up ; remy

TUBBO

end of beginning ; djo

change ; djo

clown ; updog

where the lines overlap ; paramore

harness your hopes ; pavement

star shopping ; lil peep

conversations with strangers ; caitlin cook

him ; tokio hotel

out of my league ; fitz and the tantrums

playing god ; paramore

RANBOO

clown ; updog

pretty boy ; poutyface

already over ; mike shinoda

for a pessimist, im pretty optimistic ; paramore

nfwmb ; hozier

him ; tokio hotel

love who loves you back ; tokio hotel

oil ; gorillaz & stevie nicks

change ; djo

FREDDIE BADLINU

on and on ; djo

everything about me ; remy

too young ; phoenix

oh shit... are we in love? ; valley

feel good inc ; gorillaz

19-2000 ; gorillaz

tear in my heart ; twenty one pilots

tumblr girls ; g-eazy & christoph andersson

flash mountain ; djo

BILLZO

beautiful ; eminem

youngest daughter ; superheaven

secret garden ; spiritbox

1000 blunts ; $uicideboy$

when the sun hits ; slowdive

easy ; tokio hotel

downtown ; lil peep

granite ; sleep token

devils work ; freddie dredd

antarctica ; $uicideboy$

AIMSEY

hey there delilah ; plain white t's

all things end ; hozier

fcknstr ; britney manson ; 6arelyhuman

flash mountain ; djo

from eden ; hozier

gasoline ; haim & taylor swift

waves ; calpurnia

greyhound ; calpurnia

when it rains it pours ; tokio hotel

QUACKITY

clown ; updog

i want your video ; djo

false alarm ; the weeknd

nail tech ; jack harlow

le jardin ; la femme

collard greens ; schoolboy q & kendrick lamar

thats what you get ; paramore

don't want it ; lil nas x

pasadena ; la femme

NIKI NIHACHU

what the fuck is happening ; $uicideboy$

lil jeep ; lil peep

memoirs of a gorilla ; $uicideboy$

save that shit ; lil peep

romanticise this ; james marriott

say it ain't so ; calpurnia

fashion - slow ; britney manson

void ; lil nas x

rodeo ; lil nas x & nas

on my mama ; victoria monet

JACK MANIFOLD

judas ; lady gaga

tumblr girls ; g-eazy & christoph andersson

cupids chokehold ; gym class heroes

without me ; eminem

till I collapse ; eminem & nate dogg

hey ya ; outkast

the real slim shady ; eminem

yeah! ; usher, lil jon & ludacris

ride ; sir mix-a-lot

SLIMECICLE

runway walk ; demrick & brevi

fireflies ; owl city

them changes ; thundercat

action hero movie boy ; lemon demon

gooey ; glass animals

help let me go ; danny gonzalez

everybody talks ; neon trees

left brain, right brain ; bo burnham

punk tactics ; joey valence & brae

dance now ; joey valence & brae

#lowkeyrobin #mcyt preferences #mcyt x reader #tommyinnit x reader #ranboo x reader #mcyt oneshot #quackity x reader #badlinu x reader #nihachu x reader #charlie slimecicle x reader #music recs #music recommendation #jack manifold

[fuckyeahashes]

Ok I haven’t made a theory post in a LONG time but this seriously needs to be made because a lot of people are getting upset about the info the daycare attendant and genuinely thinking he hates his job and hates kids ect. This theory also builds off of really solid theories mattpat has brought forth about who the player character is.

More under the cut!

Ok so mattpat has theorized the player character is Cassie’s dad, and there’s a lot of evidence to support it. Watch his videos playing Help Wanted 2 to see why. Also, plenty of animatronics acknowledge the character as seemingly knowing and identifying the character as this as well, along with characters with dubious sentience like the new Carnie animatronic. This means that sun is interacting with the player character (an adult) and knows it. we literally have evidence from Ruin (Cassie’s first hand experience) that the daycare attendant is a fantastic caretaker. As well as the Daycare Attendant interacting with an actual child, Gregory in Security Breach. Sun clearly loves kids! So why did he treat the player character so poorly?

First of all, the game is marketed as showing you different jobs that fazbear employees do. There are three exceptions, arts and crafts with Sun, DJ Music Man’s Party Pass, Carnie game, and the log ride, but the rest are very clearly jobs the employees have to do, which make these stand out.

I think all 4 of these are jobs as well.

I think the last three are all the same kind of job, actually. I think they are playtesting! Two of those jobs have distinct problems with them, and we KNOW for certain the Log Ride is shut down, and we actually get the see the ride go off on “unapproved routes” as Foxy puts it. The DJ game features a Party Pass we did not know was offered, with the overhead stating that the the DJ’s reaction to disappointment still being workshopped. I think the DJ Party Pass and Log Ride games are being playtested to get them ready for public use again.

The Carnie game features an animatronic we’ve NEVER seen before, in an outside area. The pizzaplex is an inside area, and Fazbear inc is more than happy to repurpose animatronics at any moment with plenty to choose from, so what gives?

We know from the last Help Wanted that the pizzaplex hosts a fall event every year that is outside, and last year we didn’t see this animatronic there. Meaning this is a BRAND NEW animatronic for a BRAND NEW carnival game. Also, Fall Fest won’t start til the DLC comes out for Help Wanted 2. Meaning that it would be completely normal for them to be playtesting this future carnival game and it’s animatronic to get it ready for Fallfest!

And that leaves Sun’s Arts and Crafts. We know how he speaks with employees due to him “giving instructions” on how to fix the carousel, he does NOT seem to like them. He shreds and shits on your art when you give it to him, when he has kid’s art hung up in his room, and kids do NOT draw well or or are they famous for following instructions. When you do arts and crafts with Sun, it is also SUSPICIOUSLY dark, too dark for it to be open hours for the daycare, AND he says the lights will go off soon. Moon doesn’t do his security rounds until after hours, and moon doesn’t come out in the daycare hours anymore. So what gives?

I think that doing Arts and Crafts with Sun once the pizzaplex closes is literally just another job. We know from how he behaved when he saw Gregory that he goes a little whacko without someone to watch (he literally hovered over Gregory and basically begged him to play a game with him.) Without someone to occupy his mind with and do something with he probably starts eating the wallpaper. I mean he is SUCH a high energy animatronic. I don’t think it’s much of a jump to say they have to hire someone after hours to keep him from going insane.

With his aforementioned distaste of Fazbear employees and needing someone to occupy his attention, his behavior starts to make perfect sense.

“But he calls the player character a kid!” He’s a daycare attendant, I bet he calls everyone a kid. It might have been derogatory too, he only does that when he is mad at you. Weird place to call out someone for being a child if you mean it in a nice way.

“But he puts the player character in time out!” I want you to look me in the eyes and tell me with a straight face that Sun wouldn’t try to put an adult in time out. He would. He definitely would. We all know this.

In conclusion—- there might not be a Daycare Attendant Handler in the day, but there DEFINITELY is one at night, and may god help that person

#help wanted 2 #dca fandom #daycare attendant fnaf #fnaf dca #fnaf sun #daycare attendent

[paxesoterica]

Some Thoughts About the First 3 Episodes of Mobile Suit Gundam [0079] Part 1

*There are spoilers for 0079 (obviously), but also a few for The Witch from Mercury as well, so bear that in mind.

*For folks who have only watched The Witch from Mercury, and no other Gundam shows, you should be aware that in 0079, the space colonies are rebelling against the rule of Earth, and that the Gundam in this show does not have systems that hurt its pilot.

*The opening is "Tobe! GUNDAM", and while the lyrics and tune are obviously different, the music has an anthemic quality that reminds me of the GUND-Arm, Inc. promo video, and I wouldn't be surprised if the former inspired the latter.

*“A half century has passed since humanity began moving…its burgeoning population into space. These gigantic space cities orbiting the Earth…became a second home to humanity…where people were born and raised…and where they died.”

*I think the opening for Mobile Suit Gundam is strong, and still holds up well today, though I wish it wasn’t repeated in future episodes (it’s understandable though as a cost-saving measure).

*The space colony cities in the show are based on O’Neill cylinders; they, and a lot of Gundam’s other space colonization concepts, such as Lagrange points, are based on the work of physicist Gerard K. O’Neill and his book The High Frontier: Human Colonies in Space (written in 1976, so about 3 years before MSG).

*The Principality of Zeon, who initiated the war with Earth and committed multiple atrocities, are mentioned as being headquartered in Side 3, which is located at Lagrange 2, behind the moon; while it's not mentioned in the wiki, this is also where Quiet Zero is located in The Witch from Mercury (and I'm sure that's definitely not a cheeky reference to it being the 'dark side' of the Moon/ sarcasm).

*We start in space, with three mobile suits headed toward Side 7 to conduct a raid (a stark contrast to Suletta's start in The Witch from Mercury). These suits are of the MS-06 Zaku II model, and bear a resemblance to the MD-0031 Dilanza, both in terms of appearance, and in the sense that they're the 'grunt' suits of the show.

*You may have heard that MSG has some...interesting name choices, and this is already shown with two of the Zaku pilots being named 'Slender' and 'Denim'. Regardless of how silly they might sound, it does make them a bit more memorable than you might expect, given that one of them ends up dying at the end of the episode.

*The civilians of Side 7 have mostly evacuated, with a few exceptions.

*This is Fraw Bow, Amuro's friend, who will end up joining the White Base crew soon. Unlike some of the characters in 0079, I haven't encountered any major spoilers on her, so all I currently know is that she's both concerned about Amuro, but also exasperated by him.

*Also, it's Haro! (I had no idea they could do that). Haros are to Gundam what Chocobos and Moogles are to Final Fantasy; in the OG show, this one was invented by the main character, Amuro Ray. Speaking of...

*So, Amuro's the first Gundam pilot, which means that you'll see a lot of spoilers about him if you hang out long enough in any Gundam fandom space. All you need to know about him right now, is that while yes, he will become a famous pilot, at this time, he's a technical genius (with a strong interest in mechanics), who has no piloting skills, and a very messy room. So, basically the opposite of the latest Gundam protagonist, Suletta...but *very* similar to another character...

*It's been mentioned by others before (@daisukoth in particular, has done multiple posts about it) that Amuro and Miorine have a number of qualities in common, so I'm making it a point to note whenever I observe similarities between the two, such as not being very observant of their surroundings when they're focused on work (Miorine is *very* lucky that she's not *quite* as disastrous as Amuro is in terms of love, but we'll get into that more later on).

*This is Hayato Kobayashi. I know even less about him than I do about Fraw, but he'll also be joining the White Base crew. He might have some resentment toward Amuro, since Amuro's dad is a military engineer working on a secret project that's attracted hostile attention from Zeon soldiers. And since we're talking about Amuro's dad:

*Yup. Amuro and Miorine both have distant fathers who are bad at communicating with their child. I'd *like* to believe the elder Ray isn't as bad a father as Delling, but we'll get into that next time.

...to be continued in Part 2

#text #anime #mobile suit gundam #mobile suit gundam: the witch from mercury

[exilology]

HER6 is the FOURTH JAPANESE EP by the k-pop soloist EXILE HER. the ep was released on FEBRUARY 19, 2024 by AVEX INC. the ep contains a total of SIX songs with two title tracks PAPERMOON and LONELY IN GORGEOUS. the ep was promoted for several weeks in JAPAN and was received well by both the public and fans alike.

— TRACK LIST.

JE T'AIME ★JE T'AIME — 4 : 55

CAN'T TAKE MY EYES OFF YOU — 3 : 47

LONELY IN GORGEOUS — 4 : 02 [TITLE]

PAPERMOON — 4 : 24 [TITLE]

+GOTHIC PINK+ — 3 : 29

PRAY — 4 : 31

— ALBUMS & INCLUSIONS.

FEBRUARY : photobook ( 106 pages ) + two random photocard out of six + one random mini poster out of two + one february poster + six postcards + stickers + charm bracelet with three out of six random charms HEAVENLY : photobook ( 106 pages ) + two random photocard out of six + one random mini poster out of two + one heavenly poster + six postcards + stickers + charm bracelet with three out of six random charms

— STYLING.

— ERA NOTES.

music videos for both title tracks were released LONELY IN GORGEOUS, which received 10 MILLION VIEWS within the first 24 hours, and PAPERMOON, which received 15 MILLION VIEWS in 24 hours.

the styling for this era was perfection and really captured the 2000s vibe you were going for with this comeback.

this was also a huge difference from your last japanese comeback a year ago with LABYRINTH: ME which had a more darker concept. this ep; however, still stayed with the sound that you had established for your japanese releases which many have dubbed as the "EXILE HER IN AN ANIME OP" sound.

about three weeks after the initial release a music video for +GOTHIC PINK+ was released and managed to gain 5 MILLION VIEWS within the first 24 hours.

along with the release, you of course traveled to JAPAN to promote your new ep and a part of these promotions included a lot of interviews and music performances.

you also held one concert in TOKYO where you performed both your new songs and your other japanese releases. you also performed some other songs and teased a new song that fans couldn't identity, but assumed it might have something to do with a possible ENGLISH release for your upcoming COACHELLA performance.

the return of the famous SAILOR MOON LIGHTSTICK reappeared at the concert. NAOKO TAKEUCHI also showed up to your concert and you posted a photo with her afterwards on INSTAGRAM and people began to wonder if you were having another collab with her and SAILOR MOON.

you also starred in a drama titled BRAND NEW GIRL which was met with popular success and along with starring in the drama, you also sang the MAIN OST for it.

overall, this comeback was rather successful and fun; however, some fans had brought up concerns about you potentially being overworked due to rumors of you having three comebacks within the first half of the year along with a rumored WORLD TOUR being in the works.

#exile her : discography #era : her6 #ateez addition #ateez ninth member #idol au #idol!reader #ateez added member #kpop addition #kpop oc soloist #this is personally my favorite japanese release of exile hers 😜

[odinsblog]

Andrew was entering his third month of unemployment when he sat down at his computer and opened the inbox of his LinkedIn account. He’d received a response to a query he’d sent off four days after his friend-turned-manager walked him into a conference room swimming with sunlight, smelling of cologne and the faintest hint of perfume left behind by a group of attorneys who’d recently vacated the space after a five-hour meeting.

“I’m sorry, man,” Colin Perkins had said. Andrew’s eyes glided to the glass conference table, landing on the silver tray holding a molehill of bagels. He imagined they must be stale by now, having been left there uncovered in the icy office air.

Someone had planted the pointed end of a white plastic knife in an open container of chive-and-jalapeño cream cheese. It brought to mind the moon landing; all that was missing was a tiny American flag. A laugh trudged up his throat, but he disguised it as a cough.

“I told you,” Colin continued, raking his hands over his manicured Afro, “that the last to hire would be the first to go.”

A month earlier, seventeen women and two men had accused the CEO of the company of sexual misconduct. That news had plummeted the stock. The layoffs followed. Andrew had witnessed dozens of employees being escorted by security from the building like criminals. Now it was his turn.

Andrew nodded, placed a comforting hand on Daniel’s shoulder, and squeezed. The crisp cotton of Daniel’s shirt felt cool beneath his palm. “It’s okay, man, I understand. Don’t sweat it.”

He’d spent that first week revamping his résumé, calling friends and old colleagues, people who might know of a job opportunity at their own place of employment or elsewhere. He’d never had a LinkedIn account, but took the time to set one up. To conserve the little bit of savings he had, Andrew dropped his gym membership and went back to drinking tap water instead of the bottled Evian he loved. He gave up Starbucks coffee and the expensive cabernet sauvignon he purchased by the case.

By week three, he was spending his days on the couch, dressed in boxer shorts and sweat socks. He’d stopped opening the blinds and only went outside to empty the garbage. He whiled away the hours playing video games, and watching Netflix and Pornhub. Oftentimes, he went days without brushing his teeth.

When his mother called to check on him, Andrew lied, claiming he had several interviews lined up. When his father took the phone into another room to ask if he needed money, Andrew assured him that he was fine on the financial front, even though he wasn’t. He’d made up his mind to sell his Shelby Mustang before he took a dime from his parents. That was a big decision because he loved that car more than he’d ever loved any woman.

The day he opened the e-mail, the panic had just started to set in. He could feel it creeping along the back of his neck, like the soft scuttle of caterpillar legs.

From: OBF, INC.

To: Andrew Jamison

Dear Mr. Jamison,

We found your resume to be very interesting and believe that you would be the perfect addition to our dynamic team of Client Liaisons.

PAID TRAINING!

Affordable benefits for you, your spouse, and/or children after 90 days!

Opportunities to advance within!

Hourly, overtime, and tremendous bonus opportunities!

If you love helping others, then you will love working for OBF, INC.

OBF, INC. wants to talk to you now! To set up an interview TEXT OBF51893.

Liaison was just a fancy French word for customer service agent. Well, that was his skill set. Andrew was an expert at assisting people.

He texted the number and received an instant response that directed him to call a telephone number and enter his personal code: 1032.

An automated voice offered him two available interview dates. He was instructed to press 1 for the first date and 2 for the second. The mechanical voice told him that he would receive a call advising him where the interview would take place.

It all seemed very clandestine. Andrew was cynical, but his desperation outweighed his skepticism.

A day later, he received a call from a woman with a Southern drawl . . . Georgia, Alabama, Texas? He couldn’t quite pinpoint where she hailed from, but listening to her speak conjured visions of sweet tea and fireflies. She asked for his full government name and the code he’d received via text message. There was a pause, two clicks, and then the syrupy voice asked if he had a pen available. He did. After she’d rattled off the address, she wished him good luck. There were a few more clicks and then the line went dead.

He walked into the lobby of the forty-story office building and was struck by the contemporary opulence of the space. Marble floors, potted palms that towered eight feet into the air, white leather sofas, and a slick-looking Louboutin-red reception desk.

Andrew presented his license to the security guard and was given a name tag, which he clipped to the lapel of his ash-gray jacket. He was told to go to the eighteenth floor.

While waiting for the elevator, he perused the list of companies listed on a plaque mounted to the wall. OBF, Inc. was nowhere to be found.

He smirked, shrugged his shoulders, and stepped into the elevator. On the eighteenth floor, smack outside of the elevator door, was a sheet of lined legal paper taped haphazardly to the wall. Scrawled on its face in black marker was: This Way to OBF, INC. Below that was an arrow.

He started down the hall. A man the color of cedar and as tall as an NBA player speed-walked past him, mumbling to himself. Andrew thought he looked dazed, as if he’d just received news that a loved one had passed away.

“Good morning,” Andrew murmured.

The man turned eyes as wide as saucers on Andrew. He opened his mouth and muttered something that Andrew wasn’t sure he’d heard correctly. The elevator doors slid open just as Andrew leaned in and asked, “Uhm, sorry, brother, but did you say run?”

The man leaped into the elevator, pressed his spine against the back wall, and fixed his eyes on the glass numbers above the closing doors.

Andrew stood blinking at his reflection in the chrome elevator doors. After a moment, he shrugged and continued down the hallway where he came upon a second handwritten sign directing him to turn left at the women’s bathroom. He rounded a corner and found himself staring at eleven men seated in folding chairs. They all looked up from their iPhones and Androids. Andrew nodded and headed toward the pretty blonde seated behind a metal desk.

“Good morning,” she smiled. “Name?”

“Andrew Jamison.”

“Okay, Mr. Jamison, please take a seat. Mrs. Americus will be with you shortly.”

He scrutinized his fellow applicants. They were all black men save for the one white guy with a man-bun who was called in as soon as Andrew sat down. Man-bun wasn’t in there long. In less than five minutes, cheeks flushed and cursing under his breath, he stormed across the reception area and out of sight.

Andrew clenched his jaw and made eye contact with another man across the room from him. He imagined the unease in the man’s eyes mirrored his own uncertainty.

“Andrew Jamison, Mrs. Americus will see you now. Just through that door.”

The door opened to a large office filled with cubicles and desks, manned by women tapping away on typewriters or murmuring into the handsets of—

Andrew slowed his gait.

Are those rotary telephones and, wait, Royal typewriters?

As Andrew gawked, a large man with a mustache as thick has a shoe brush appeared before him. Andrew glanced up and then quickly shifted his gaze away from the brawny man’s left eyelid, which was weighed down with a sty the size of a dime.

“In there,” the man huffed, aiming a chubby finger at a closed door not more than five feet from where they stood.

The office was as small as a janitor’s closet. And dark.

The lone window on the far left wall faced the shadowy back of a department store. Metal file cabinets lined the walls; some of the drawers were open, revealing manila folders bulging with papers. He could see, even in the muddy darkness of the room, a layer of dust atop the cabinets. Hanging on the walls were at least twenty framed photographs of people, all of whom were black.

The air was rife with the scent of cigarette smoke.

Andrew remembered people smoking at their desks when he went to visit his mother at her office job when he was young. Once, on a flight to Detroit with his grandmother, he stood at the back of the plane waiting to use the bathroom, and found himself engulfed in a cloud of smoke billowing from the cigarettes of three passengers.

He couldn’t recall the exact year cities around the country began banning smoking in bars and restaurants, but he was supremely aware that smokers had to be at least four hundred feet away from the entrance of any building if they wanted to light up.

Yet here was this woman, puffing away like it was 1975. Andrew eyed the near-empty box of Winstons and then the woman. She was robust—a meat-and-potatoes sort of gal, with doughy cheeks and large blue eyes. Her sun-bleached blond hair fanned back from her face—a style made famous by the eighties icon Farrah Fawcett. Her lips were slathered in tangerine-colored lipstick. The same color rung the filters of a dozen long-dead Winston butts heaped in the black ceramic ashtray. Andrew thought, If she’s going for clown instead of glamour, well, bull’s-eye!

Ornate rings twinkled on seven of her ten fingers, the rose-gold chain she wore around her neck dribbled down her chest and disappeared into her cleavage. She looked to be in her midfifties.

“Good morning, Mr. Jamison. Please have a seat.” Her eyes remained glued to the sheet of paper clutched in her hands. Andrew assumed it was his résumé.

He sat down.

“You graduated from Brown University?”

“Y-yes, I did. I graduated summa cum laude in 1990.”

Her desk was cluttered with newspaper clippings; stacks of aging yellowed papers, and dated fashion magazines. Andrew’s eyebrows climbed. Was that Marcia from the seventies sitcom The Brady Bunch on the cover of that Glamour magazine?

Andrew chuckled to himself. This had to be an elaborate joke. Someone was putting him on. His eyes ranged around the office in search of a concealed camera.

“Impressive,” she said finally, looking him directly in the eye. “Do you have a wife?”

“S-sorry?”

“Are you married, Mr. Jamison?”

“No, I’m not.”

She searched his face. “Are you gay?”

Andrew bristled. “Mrs. Americus, I don’t think you’re legally allowed to ask me that question.”

She smirked.

“It’s a yes-or-no question, Mr. Jamison. I know it’s unusual, but believe me, for this position I would need to know.”

His rent was due tomorrow and then again in thirty more days. His savings were dwindling. “No, I’m not gay.”

“Do you have children?”

“One daughter, she’s twenty-two years old.”

“Do you have a good relationship with your daughter? With the mother?”

“Yes.”

Mrs. Americus glanced at his résumé. “Perfect.” She reached for the dying cigarette and brought it to her lips. “And according to your application, you’ve never been arrested. Is that true?”

“Yes.”

“Well, we will be doing a background check.”

“Understood.”

“Do you have any bad habits? Do you use narcotics?”

“No ma’am.”

“Any . . . um . . . undesirable recreational activities?”

“Undesirable?”

“Porn? Well, not just porn. Kiddie porn.”

Andrew’s mouth fell open.

“No judgment, Mr. Jamison. Again, I just need to know.”

“No, I do not watch kiddie porn,” Andrew spat.

“Good!” she exclaimed, drumming her fingers on the desk. “Let me tell you the specifics of the job . . .”

Some of the faces behind the glass frames looked familiar. Again Andrew found himself squinting. Was that Omarosa? He pitched forward in his chair.

Mrs. Americus stopped talking and followed his gaze. “Um, yes,” she spouted. “That is who you think it is. She’s been one of our best recruits.”

Andrew swallowed.

Mrs. Americus stubbed out her cigarette and laced her fingers under her chin. “Some of our liaisons work directly with government agencies. That’s a promotion of sorts. Of course, before you can be assigned to the big house—I mean the White House—you’d first have to prove yourself out in the field.” She giggled. “In the field. You get it? It’s a double entendre.”

Andrew’s mouth went dry.

She twisted around in the chair and pointed to a photograph of a pair of middle-aged women standing shoulder to shoulder, each holding a red MAGA baseball cap. “Those ladies are Diamond and Silk. Do you know them?”

Andrew shot out up from the chair. For a moment, he thought his knees would buckle. “What does OBF stand for?”

Mrs. Americus reached for the pack of cigarettes. “OBF stands for One Black Friend.”

“One Black Friend?”

“Yes. You see, in these troubling times, times where so many people are labeling white people as racist, we need black people to stand up for us—to have our backs, as your people are fond of saying. Sometimes, Mr. Jamison, a God-fearing, good white person may be accused of a crime or some other offense perpetrated against a person of color, and when the accused does not have a person of color in his circle, it looks bad. The public may see him . . . or her, as a racist simply because their circle is . . . white. Lily.

“And that’s wrong. Not having black friends does not make a white person racist by default. Anyway,” she waved her hand, “that’s where OBF comes in. We provide that one black friend. That one black friend introduces doubt, and more often than not, that doubt diminishes a large percentage of the negative impact our clients might face.”

Andrew just stared.

“Oh, Mr. Jamison, don’t look so shocked. This practice has been around for centuries.” She pointed to the far wall near the window. “You see that guy there? He was actually the inspiration for this company.”

Andrew peered at the photograph. “Who is he?”

“Joe Oliver.”

“Joe Oliver?”

“Yeah, Joe Oliver. You don’t remember him? Joe Oliver, George Zimmerman’s one black friend.” Mrs. Americus raised a black ceramic coffee mug to her lips and sipped. The red decal on the side of the mug read: Black Tears.

Andrew’s stomach lurched, perspiration beading across his forehead. “This is some kind of joke, right?”

“Oh, I assure you this is not a joke and I am very serious. As serious as a heart attack. Is that how the saying goes? As serious as a heart attack?”

Andrew started toward the door.

“Wait, Mr. Jamison. Look here.” She pointed at a photograph hanging above the row of filing cabinets. “This is another one of our liaisons. Since he’s been working for us, he’s paid off his student loans and I understand that he’s just recently purchased a Cadillac.”

Andrew followed her index finger to the photo of a grinning black man holding a Blacks for Trump sign above his head like a trophy.

“Shall we talk about salary?”

The lights flickered.

He thought, Maybe I’m still asleep. Maybe this is a nightmare.

“Andrew? I can see you’re having a hard time processing all of this. But really, it’s not as uncommon as you might think. We live in America, this is a capitalist country, and we monetize everything. Everything.”

Andrew couldn’t remember reaching for the doorknob, but suddenly he was stumbling through the reception area.

He fled down the corridor, rounded the first corner and then the next. A slight man the color of honeyed milk stepped from the elevator. He wore a yellow dress shirt with a red bow tie. His dark-blue khakis were flooded just enough to offer a wink of his orange-and-navy argyle socks.

Upon Andrew’s frantic approach, the startled stranger stepped swiftly out of his path. Andrew didn’t make eye contact. He jabbed at the elevator button until the doors slid open.

Weeks later, Andrew was seated in a truck-stop diner with his fork poised over a plate of scrambled eggs and corned beef hash.

The mounted television was tuned to Fox News. The anchor reported that yet another young black man had been gunned down by a vigilante, another Good Samaritan, named Christopher Parks.

Christopher Parks was heading home from his job as a sanitation man when he spotted young Daniel Latham sitting in Starbucks, dozing over his law textbooks. Parks entered the establishment, woke Latham with a tap to his shoulder, and asked if he lived in the area. According to eyewitnesses, Latham replied that he did in fact live in the neighborhood. Parks demanded to see Latham’s ID and was met with laughter. The law student gathered his belongings and stood to leave—rather menacingly, one eyewitness reported.

That was when Christopher Parks pulled his weapon and fired. The stunned Latham, still laughing, crumpled into his chair and pressed his hand over the whole in his heart. It wasn’t until he saw the blood that the smile slipped from his lips and he began to cry.

The cops were called, but not an ambulance. Well, not immediately.

The police shackled Latham to the chair and took Parks to the police station for questioning. The woman behind the counter gave Parks a high five and a tall Caffè Mocha to go.

By the time an ambulance arrived, Daniel Latham was dead, having bled out all over his take-home final exam.

In the days that followed, it was revealed that Daniel Latham had several unpaid parking tickets and was thrice fined for not scooping his dog’s poop. Not only that—he was also a practicing Buddhist who supported a woman’s right to choose.

A search of Latham’s apartment unearthed a well-worn copy of Alex Haley’s The Autobiography of Malcolm X, which was on his nightstand alongside Jay-Z’s Decoded. This discovery was further evidence that Latham was no angel.

Laura Ingraham looked directly into the camera and told her viewers that Christopher Parks was a hero, a polite and well-spoken man who had been raised by his father after his mother died from breast cancer when he was just three years old. Yes, as a youth, Christopher had been suspended from school for fighting, and as a young man he’d beaten a girlfriend with a pipe. Later, when he was in his early thirties, he’d threatened to castrate his boss—a black man old enough to be his grandfather. All of that behavior, Laura Ingraham said, was directly connected to the trauma of losing a mother at such a tender age.

She paused, and in that moment her entire face pulsed with empathy. “That said,” she continued, “Al Sharpton, along with the Black Lives Matter terrorist organization, have labeled Christopher Parks a racist and are calling for his arrest.” She shook her head and chuckled. “Earlier today, I had the pleasure of speaking with Christopher’s longtime best friend, Andrew Jamison . . .”

Andrew lowered his fork, reached for his shades, and slipped them onto his face.

—OBF, Inc., a short story by Bernice L. McFadden

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Irie

Rated: Explicit (4.4k)

Relationship: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale, Original Characters

Tags: POV Stiles, Getting Together, Jamaica, Gratuitous Nyammin' & Jammin', Patois/Patwah, Explicit Sexual Content, Hickeys, Song Lyrics

Summary: The one where Stiles and Derek go on an errand for Deaton and have some time to kill in Jamaica. They thoroughly enjoy themselves eating, swimming, relaxing, and exploring the island…and then each other.

Soundtrack

Super Blue Moon prompts: Joy, Grain, Red Haze & Summer (Mead Moons prompts: Aphrodisiacs, Claiming, Herbs, Hot & Revelry)

TW Anchor Down (Full Moon Round) prompts: Word - Unstoppable, Phrase - “Grab the bull by its horns," Song - "Feel Good Inc.," Trope - Roommates, Picture - Cove @tw-anchor-down

Usually when Stiles got a message from Deaton about some errand or another it ended up with him and Derek searching for an artifact buried in Back of Everywhere, North Dakota during the dead of winter or rifling through a dusty pile of old papers in a dank, foreboding basement in Romania while being stalked by a cāpcāun or something.

But not this time. For once it appeared they were being sent somewhere warm and sunny in service of the supernatural. They were headed to the Caribbean to fetch half a dozen varieties of rare and apparently invaluable live plants for the druid that needed to be transported carefully under specific conditions once the specimens were ready.

What’s more, because they were on their way back from visiting Cora in Ecuador instead of trekking all the way back to Beacon Hills and then turning around to fly south again at most a week later they were just going straight to Jamaica and would have some time to kill. 

Beverly, an Obeahwoman whose network of multidisciplinary magic practitioners they’d gotten to know during their frequent trips to the Bay Area, lit up with excitement during their video call when she heard they’d be going to the country of her birth. She not only had recommendations for them, but tips and resources as well.

“Look, the big all-inclusive hotels and the curated activities are fun, not gonna lie, but there’s a lot more to the island than what you can find in those expensive, insular spaces if you’re interested in a bit of adventure or some actual peace and quiet,” she told them, dark eyes sparkling.

He and Derek had looked at each other and grinned. On one hand, there was something to be said for lounging around and having a parade of colorful cocktails pass by — he was a year past the drinking age of 18, of course he checked — but on the other, an adventure that didn’t involve something trying to kill them for once or some secluded relaxation would be nice. Plus, he was sure there were lots of other places a bit off the beaten path where he could chill on the beach with a beverage.

And so here they were careening on some winding mountain highway in a van driven by a sprightly 30-something guy sporting sponge twists in a fade named Desmond, or Dezzy, who was apparently a cousin of Bev’s.

“More like ‘Dizzy’,” he whispered to Derek when the way too calm driver, who was currently humming along to “Getaway” by Earth, Wind and Fire, overtook a car on a longer stretch and cheerfully honked the horn, swerving back into the left lane before they could be smashed or knocked off the mountain by an oncoming semi truck. The tires hugged the edge of the road around the next curve and they all leaned to the side.

They’d flown into Montego Bay a couple days before, leaving in the wee hours and arriving in the late morning. They shared a room with two beds as usual while on a job at the guest house Bev hooked them up with. It was in Runaway Bay about a 20 minute walk to beach, which they visited as soon as they’d settled in and got their bearings. If Stiles had his way he’d be wearing one of his two pairs of swim trunks the entire trip.

The owner, Tish, sent them off with a tote bag of sandwiches made from slices of a sweet and spiced brown bread and some salty, tangy, cheddar-based cheese that apparently came from a can. There were also a couple bottles each of grapefruit Ting and D&G kola champagne. They took their bounty and beach supplies down to the white sands and ate in the shade of an almond tree, the gentle, bright blue waves beckoning them. 

Derek didn’t need sunscreen like Stiles did, but he said he found the low level burn before his body healed annoying, so they both applied the SPF 50 lotion afterward, helping with each other’s backs when done with rest of themselves. Stiles tried to distract himself from the expanse of skin and muscle underneath his roaming palms, blushing when he found himself absentmindedly tracing the triskelion between the werewolf’s shoulder blades. He then had to fight to keep from making any noises when it was his turn, deft fingers spreading the goopy substance over him. 

As soon as those warm, massaging hands were removed from his hyper aware body — his, uh, starting to react body — Stiles took off running toward the clear water in an attempt to both hide and dampen the state he was in. Derek was soon chasing after him and he felt a thrill of excitement as he crashed through the warm liquid before being tackled. He came up sputtering and shaking his head, retaliating as soon as he wiped his stinging eyes by kicking water at the smug wolf and getting into an all out splash battle until he tired out.

They floated and swam, goofed around trying to knock each other over, and just hung out semi-crouched in the sea for a while before returning to land, spreading out towels to sit or lie on and air dry in the hot sun. Stiles looked over to see Derek resting prone with his head on his forearms, eyes closed and smiling. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen the Alpha so at ease and watched him fondly before turning to gaze out at the ships dotting the horizon, fingers trailing through the sand. 

We’ll run away together. We’ll spend some time forever. We’ll never feel bad anymore, flashed through his mind, a relic of summers past.

Heh, if only. Him and Derek? Maybe in another lifetime. Sighing, he pushed the thought away and stretched out on his back, gazing up at the clouds dotting the late afternoon sky.

Stiles was liable to fall asleep right there, but didn’t want to wake up a lobster once the sunscreen stopped being effective, so before he nodded off he poked Derek in the shoulder and suggested either moving back into the shade or heading back to their accommodations. Their hours in the water had worked up an appetite because before the wolf could answer his stomach growled and they both burst out laughing.

Shortly after returning they saw Tish in the side yard picking what looked like bumpy green pinecones from one of the fruit trees. She handed them one to try, a curious fruit with many names. Sweetsop, sugar apple, custard apple, and more. Derek broke it open and the creamy segments of flesh covering black seeds inside were indeed sweet and reminiscent of custard. 

Seeing that they liked it she gave them a couple more and they thanked her, finishing the first one and part of another back in their room.

It was almost dinner time, so they both used the wait to make some phone calls, Stiles to his father and then to Scott in San Diego and Derek to Isaac and Malia to check-in on the pack. If he recalled correctly international calls were around $0.30 cents a minute with his phone plan so he kept each conversation to around 15 minutes knowing he’d probably talk to at least his dad another couple of times. Derek, laconic as usual, had been done with his in a fraction of the time and was reading a novel in Spanish that he picked up in Ecuador by the time he finished.

That evening’s meal was savory brown stew chicken with rice & gungo peas cooked with coconut milk, thyme, and some flavors he enjoyed, but couldn’t quite place. They ended up chatting with Jacob, the cook, when they sat in the courtyard outside the kitchen afterward and he was happy to talk about the food that he and the other staff members prepared. Stiles found that he could mostly understand Patois, or Patwah, at least if he was paying attention and it wasn’t too fast. 

“Dere x-amount ah spice an ‘erb dem, but eff yuh haffi pick tree dat gi yuh dat tayse ah Jamaica? Den mi seh tyme, pimento — wah yuh call allspice — an scotch bonnet peppa a most important. Eff yuh waan mek it four, den skallion fah chuu,” Jacob said, holding up what seemed a cross between a spring and red onion.

That night they turned in early tired out from the long hours of travel and activity and he fell asleep replaying the happiest day he’d had in a long time.

The second morning started with a hearty breakfast of escovitch fish — whole red snapper fried until the skin was crispy and then topped with a vinegary mix of sliced onion, carrot, bell pepper, that ever present fruity and fiery scotch bonnet pepper, and spices — with boiled green banana and circular pieces of a cassava flatbread called bammy. Then it was off to see the sights in Discovery Bay and Ocho Rios. (“Yeah, I’m sending you to some busy tourist destinations tomorrow but they’re popular for a reason,” Bev told them yesterday.)

They explored the Green Grotto Caves first, entertained by the guide explaining its history and about the animals that lived there. The underground lake was really cool and swimming was allowed up above so of course they took a dip in the brilliant aquamarine water. Next came a scenic drive through Fern Gully and then they arrived at Dunn’s River Falls. 

Derek had no problem climbing up the tiers of limestone barefoot, saving Stiles from injury on multiple occasions despite him wearing the silly water shoes. Indignity and near-braining aside, it was fun and the view beautiful. Every so often they would stop to wade or sit in one of the pools, the cold water from the mountains feeling good after the exertion on the sweltering day. After reaching the top and walking down the hill they hung out on the beach where the river emptied into the warm Atlantic. 

We ready for the road!

Now it was their third day on the island and they were on the way to Portland Parish. After a couple hours the van stopped by one of the ubiquitous stands by the road with grills made from halved oil barrels. They climbed out to stretch their legs and he watched as Derek closed his eyes and inhaled the intriguing scents carried by the smoke. 

“Time fi nyam pon jerk, mi yutes,” Dezzy said, rubbing his hands together in anticipation. 

He ordered for the three of them and Derek insisted on paying. A platter of jerk chicken and pork and one with long, fried cornmeal dumplings and thick slices of dense bread were soon placed on their table along with 3 chilled green coconuts with straws poking out from the chopped open tops. Each of them were lost in their own little worlds as the combinations of flavors exploding on their tongues, the doubly hot, spiced meats cut with the lightly sweet carbs and washed down with the refreshing coconut water. Dezzy recommended saving the drained fruit for scooping out later.

Then they were back on the road again, the two of them dropped off at another guest house around an hour later, this one right off a beach near Fairy Hill. It belonged to another acquaintance of Bev’s, a friend of a friend or a friend of a cousin or something. Dezzy was staying with relatives nearby and told them to give him a call when they wanted a ride somewhere. They checked in at the reception area and were shown to a cozy, standalone single room dwelling.

Once again they went swimming right away and then ended up joining an impromptu volleyball match and tossing a frisbee around with a group of local and American youths that were staying there with their folks ahead of attending a big family reunion. Afterward they went for a walk to check out the neighborhood, stopping in at an outdoor bar and restaurant called Spinnaz. 

“Siddung likkle bit, nuh,” called a server mixing up a fruit filled concoction while they were standing back reading the menu board. She gestured at a couple empty seats and they sat down at the bar to finish deciding what to try.

Bottles of Red Stripe beer in hand a few minutes later, they leaned back and watched the other patrons socialize and dance, enjoying the light breeze. A fast tempoed number backed by a drum machine and horns came on and got most of the guests on their feet, hips swinging left, right, backward and forward increasingly fast with the lyrics.

Cent, five cent, ten cent, dollar. 

When it came time for the “big money wine” the crowd went wild shaking and gyrating. 

Stiles was itching to move, but he felt too self-conscious/sober to join in, so he just worked his shoulders in his seat, swaying and tapping his fingers on the counter behind him and his feet on the footrest of the high-backed swivel stool. 

Several tracks later a distinctive cackling marked the beginning of “Feel Good, Inc.” as Derek ordered another round of drinks, this time house made ginger beer with glasses of amber Appleton Estate rum on the side. He was nodding along with the beat when a platter of garlic butter shrimp and lobster with more of those fried cornmeal dumplings, festival,  arrived for them to share.

Afterward they ambled around some more, passing by various shops and vendors. Stiles bought a green shirt shirt that said “Who cyaan ‘ear, muss feel” in white letters with a stylized donkey on it and Derek got a gorgeous mahogany leather wallet engraved on the front with an anchor in the center and ferns and hibiscus flowers around the edges. Lastly, on the way back they stopped where a man was selling cut and peeled pieces of sugar cane on the side of the road. 

“Of course you would buy a cup of straight sugar,” Derek teased as they continued on.

“Hey, it’s bi sugar because I’m eating it,” he replied, taking the stick he’d been chewing on out of his mouth. “And anyway, this is unrefined from a plant. Plants are healthy, I don’t make the rules.” 

Derek snorted and shook his head, but grabbed one of the sticks himself. 

Huh, maybe the werewolf wasn’t as immune to the sun as he thought. He looked a little red.

Back in their room he set the rest on the table for later and then flopped onto his bed, turning on the satellite tv and flipping through channels as Derek sat up on his and found where he left off in his book. They went out again in time to watch the sun start its descent over the ocean. 

A couple colorful boots were now pulled up a ways down the beach and they walked over when a person standing next to one of them called out and appeared to wave at them. There were three men who looked to be in their early 40s, two with close-cropped hair — a short, stocky guy named Joseph and a taller, leaner man called Leslie — and another tall guy, slender with fine, tied back shoulder length braids who introduced himself as Malcolm and asked if he and Derek were interested in buying dinner. They were.

The fishermen had an ancient boombox going and Leslie was tending a makeshift grill as Malcolm scaled a variety of freshly caught fish and handed them to Joseph to clean. Closer up Stiles could see the boats were held in the shallows with anchors that were hunks of metal which looked like wheels with extended spokes. He shuddered at the thought of accidentally running into one of those.

In no time at all the prepared fish were on a piece of wire fencing over the small wood fire, a pot of mysterious contents bubbling on top of stones off to one side as well. Leslie explained that this type of grilled fish was called “bun finga” because digging into it shortly after it was done as people were wont to do would indeed burn your fingers and they laughed. 

Unlike most dishes which were generously seasoned this had only the salt of the sea and the smoke and char from the fire along with the oil of the skin itself for flavor, but that alone was enough to make it taste amazing and he experienced the accuracy of the name himself. Stiles soon noticed that the men were eating something else from the pot for their own meal and inquired about it.

“Mannish Waata soup,” replied Leslie.

“Yuh waan try?” asked Joseph with raised eyebrows. A sucking, kissing sound came from the right. 

“Mi tink him cyaan handle,” Malcolm said with a mischievous grin.

Stiles huffed and grinned back, not one to back down from a challenge.  

“Yeah, I’ll try it.”

Joseph filled up a cup and then offered one to Derek as well with plastic spoons.

“How much do we owe you for these?” the curious werewolf asked, sniffing the contents.

“Nuttin,” answered Malcolm. 

“Dis wan pon wi,” added Leslie watching Stiles with anticipatory amusement.

Cautiously, he blew on a spoonful and then tasted it, his eyes widening. He took a few more bites, trying to discern what type of meat was in it. Definitely not fish or chicken or pork, but he didn’t think it was beef either. The flavors were strong and there were some odd chewy bits, but it was pretty good, the spice making him break out in a sweat. There were chunks of various root vegetables, dumplings, and what turned out to be slices of green banana with the skin on as well. 

Near the bottom he bit into a piece of hot pepper and started coughing, flapping a hand uselessly and trying to wash it down with the rest of the warm broth. Joseph handed him a cold bottle of water from a cooler and he all but ripped it open, gulping down over half the contents in seconds.

“Thanks” he croaked as Derek and the fishermen laughed.

He wasn’t the only one feeling the burn though because after finishing his portion the werewolf stripped off his shirt and dashed into the water to cool down. Stiles was content to stay on the beach with another bottle of water, enjoying listening to the men razzing each other as they started gathering up their things and also the music coming from the crackling radio. As Derek stood up and started walking out of the waves a woman’s voice sang “Laaawwwd, ‘av is mercy!” and Stiles had to agree because goddamn. 

Realizing his eyes were lingering on the Alpha’s swoon worthy form he quickly looked away and started getting their leftovers and towels together. They said goodbye to Leslie, Joseph, and Malcolm and walked back toward the guest house looking around at the red haze now making the whole sky seem to glow. Stiles suggested a detour around the property before returning to their little studio to check out some of the other buildings. They passed by a shaded lounge area with hammocks that he made a mental note to revisit another time.

Over a dozen people were in the dining room when they peeked inside, background music flowing from the speakers on stands on either side.

I’m trying to change the rules, you deserve something good in your life. We’ve waited for far too long, so come get your blessing tonight, baby.

They strolled through a tropical garden with a little bridge over a koi pond and then circled back around toward the rooms and apartments. 

Still feeling peckish they set upon their leftovers after a short blast in the microwave and washed it down with glass bottles of pineapple soda from the mini fridge. He watched Derek demolish his portion making little growly noises that managed to be adorable while also seriously turning him on.  

Stiles tried to put the kibosh on that train of thought and turned his attention back to his own food, pulling apart the savory morsels and licking his fingers clean. When he glanced up again Derek was staring at him, his eyes glowing red. Stiles swallowed and the wolf’s gaze dropped to his throat and then up again when he deliberately brought his fingers back to his mouth, maintaining eye contact. The moment stretched and grew taut. 

Feeling brave he tipped his head up and bared his throat in invitation and Derek sprang up from the other bed and stalked over. A hand burrowed into his hair as the werewolf leaned down to claim his mouth, the kiss flavored salty and sweet. It took a long time to get here, but now that the dam had broken the desire thrumming between them felt unstoppable.

When they broke apart, Stiles knew exactly what he wanted and just needed a few moments to work up the courage. It was time to grab the bull by its horns, or rather the wolf by the hips. 

With his fingers gripping the waistbands of Derek’s trunks he looked up for permission. At the sharp nod of his head Stiles tugged them down and was met with the Alpha’s swiftly rising and hardening cock. 

He’d seen Derek naked before, but this was the first time seeing him with an erection and it was both tantalizing and intimidating. A chuckle snapped him out of his mesmerized state and he grasped the thick shaft after spitting in his palm. Stiles kissed the head, licking over the slit, and then drew him into his mouth. He worked his hand at the base while he bobbed and sucked, lips straining around the hard member as Derek caressed his head and alternated between murmured words of filth and praise.

He did his best to swallow when the Alpha came, spurting copious amounts of cum onto his tongue and then pulling out to mark his face and throat as well. It was hotter than it had any right to be, even better than he’d imagined, and he felt proud to have brought the not-so-unattainable-after-all wolf off. Derek grasped Stiles by the chin and swiped his thumb across a messy cheek, sliding the coated digit past friction plumped lips for him to suck. 

“So perfect for me,” he growled. Stiles went to touch himself, but the now sharp-fanged werewolf caught his hand. “Let me.” 

At Derek’s urging, Stiles crawled backwards further up the bed and then turned over onto his stomach, all but vibrating with want. His shorts were pulled off and he felt those strong, warm hands on him again, this time palming his ass and then spreading him open for the Alpha’s viewing pleasure. 

Blushing, he looked over his shoulder to see Derek breathing heavily and staring red eyed like he couldn’t wait to devour him.

“Please…anything,” he whispered. The next thing he knew a tongue was licking over and pressing against his hole and he gripped the comforter below him, crying out . Soon he was rubbing himself on the bed and then pushing back wantonly, eliciting a pleased rumble from the wolf.

Stiles whined when Derek pulled away a minute later, but then he was being flipped onto his back, the complementary bottle of cocoa butter lotion tossed down beside him. Crawling onto the bed and taking hold of his cock, Derek mouthed at the tip before sinking down on him, tonguing the underside of his shaft on the upstroke. In between his own babbling moans Stiles heard a cap being flicked open and then cool, viscous liquid was being squeezed onto his thigh.

Derek ran his hand through the fragrant dollop and then a slippery finger began teasing his entrance. Slowly, it pressed in and starting pumping to target his prostate, joined by a second one once he relaxed at the intrusion. He’d done it himself occasionally, but it was definitely better when it was someone else, holy fuck. The twin pleasures of hand and mouth reduced him to a mewling mess and he orgasmed faster than he would’ve liked gasping Derek’s name. 

The wolf had no complaints though it seemed, cleaning his sensitive cock and then nuzzling into his belly and trailing kisses down his inner thighs. Stiles made grabby hands at him, but Derek evaded them, skipping away with a laugh. He returned a couple minutes later with warm, damp cloths and gently wiped over his face and between his legs before climbing beside him and pulling him close.

Of course Stiles couldn’t stay quiet for long.

“Sooo…that just happened.” 

The expression on Derek’s face said “No shit, Sherlock,” his eyebrows raised and scrunched together. Stiles fidgeted and looked back at him again. 

“And, um, it’s a thing we do now?” he asked hopefully.

“Mmm…yes,” Derek replied, reaching down to pinch his ass with a smirk. He did not squeak, dammit!

“Cool.” Looking away and taking a long, slow breath he attempted to quell his internal flailing. Act normal! “So, just for funsies or—“ 

“No.” 

Stiles found himself being thoroughly kissed and then manhandled until he was facing away from the Alpha, but wrapped firmly in his embrace. He’d been little spoon’d! 

Before he could lodge a formal complaint with Boyfriend Services (omg, were they boyfriends?!) a hand covered his opening mouth. 

“Go to sleep,” Derek ordered. Stiles stubbornly dropped his jaw and caught his pinky finger, sucking it and rubbing back against the other man’s crotch. A low rumbling vibrated against his back and the arms around him tightened. Warm breath tickled his ear lobe before it was nipped. “The sooner we sleep, the sooner I’ll wake up and fuck you,” Derek promised huskily. 

Stiles made a frankly ridiculous high-pitched sound. He would be more embarrassed, but apparently Derek liked his weird noises if the way the werewolf was now doing a convincing lamprey impression on his neck was any sign, so that was okay. He closed his eyes and focused on the thrilling sensation, sighing when Derek released his tender skin. 

Everything was okay. Way better than okay. 

Irie.

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[cartoonfanaticmonsterrobotalien]

What Korvo’s Relationship with Yumyulack, Jesse, Sonya and Pupa Reminds Me Of

1. Korvo and Yumyulack

Queen Elinor and Merida from Brave

Marge and Lisa Simpson from The Simpsons

Samson and Ryan from The Wild

Ruby and Agatha Gillman from Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken

Gru and Margo from Despicable Me

Anne and Hop Pop from Amphibia

Bob and Tina from Bob’s Burgers

Rick and Katie Mitchell from Mitchells vs. The Machines

Marlin and Nemo from Finding Nemo

Dave and Simon Seville from Alvin and the Chipmunks Live Action Film Series

Luz and Camilla from Owl House

Blastus Metaljump and Richard Grunkwitz from Robotomy

Teddy and Amy Duncan from Good Luck Charlie

Miley and Billy Stewart from Hannah Montana

Mirabelle and Alma Madrigal from Encanto

Kyle and Gerald Broflovski from South Park

Beef and Judy from The Great North

Blitzø and Loona from Helluva Boss

Cody and Big Z from Surf’s Up

Nimona and Balister from Nimona

Rick and Summer from Rick and Morty

2. Korvo and Jesse

Ming and Mei Lee from Turning Red

Aaron and Linda Mitchell from Mitchells vs. The Machines

Luz and Eda from Owl House

Hop Pop and Sprig Plantar from Amphibia

Marge and Maggie Simpson from The Simpsons

Beef and Wolf from The Great North

Dave and Alvin Seville from Alvin and The Chipmunks

Bob and Gene Belcher from Bob’s Burgers

Flint and Tim Lockwood from Cloudy with A Chance of Meatballs

Thrasher and Richard Grunkwitz from Robotomy

3. Korvo and Sonya

Marge and Lisa from The Simpsons

Ralph and Vanellope from Wreck-It-Ralph

Bob and Louise Belcher from Bob’s Burgers

Stolas and Octavia Goetia from Helluva Boss

Wolf and Judy from The Great North

Mabel and Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls

Twilight Sparkle and Spike from My Little Pony

Clementine and Lee from The Walking Dead Video Game Series

Marceline and Simon Petrikov/The Ice King from Adventure Time

Mecha-Jodi and Richard Grunkwitz from Robotomy

Nigel and Eliza Thornberry from The Wild Thornberries

Masie and Jacob from The Sea Beast

Boo and Sully from Monsters Inc.

Rick and Morty

4. Korvo and Pupa

Marge and Bart Simpson from The Simpsons

Bob and Louise Belcher from Bob’s Burgers

Beef and Moon Tobin from The Great North

Bo and Richard Grunkwitz from Robotomy

Sully and Boo from Monsters. Inc.

Twilight Sparkle and Flurry Heart from My Little Pony

Sam and Agatha Gillman from Ruby Gillman: Teenage Kraken

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[tardisesandtitans]

This a bit embarrassing, since I know not everyone is a fan of this ship. But I'm a Shelma shipper, I recently got back in Scooby Doo and I need the help of other Shelma shippers, and also more experienced Scooby Doo fans.

What episodes/films are shown in this video? For example, the dance scene from Jeepers it's the Creeper here is remade into the more modern animation. (I got bored so I did some digging last night and found it haha) I also know some of these films/shows, but definetly not all (like I know Shaggy and Scooby Doo Get a Clue, and the film with the band Kiss, Scoob, Mystery Inc, Scoobynatural, Camp Scare, Alien Invaders and Moon Monster Madness).

Just my luck lol, I stumble accross this sweet, cute video and the comments are turned off. That's what prompted me to ask this 🤣

#shelma #shaggy rogers #velma dinkley #scooby doo #whats new scooby doo #shaggy and scooby doo get a clue #shaggy x velma #velma x shaggy #shagma #helpppppp #Youtube #Scoob!

[multifandomdiscord]

Hello and welcome to the ✣★͙⊱•𝑀𝓊𝓁𝓉𝒾𝒻𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑜𝓂 𝒯𝓊𝓂𝒷𝓁𝓇•̩̩͙⊰•✽✣!!!

We are here to show you our shenanigans and our funny moments in our discord servers!

First, let us introduce the mods!!

Woah, A Wild Ossa!

Preferred Name: Ossa

Preferred Pronouns: Any Pronouns

Primary Timezone: Central Timezone

Availability: Monday-Thursday (After 4:00); Saturday/Sunday (All Day)

Hobbies and Interests: Writing, Reading, Singing, and Gaming

Favorites: Most every popular fantasy series - LotR, HP, PJO, etc. Lot of Stephen King. Undertale, FNAF, Game Theory stuff, Markiplier, and the Sun and Moon Show. I also really love purple coded characters. xD

Sillies: Woah, ADHD? Yeah, ADHD. And Disassociative Identity Disorder. And a few other things. Drowning in brain bugs, and I'm making it your problem by writing about the Daycare Attendants, Turtles, and etc.

***"Take that depression!!!" - Lucifer from Hazbin Hotel***

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Name: Ghost

Nickname: spoop

Pronouns: she/her

Time zone: central timezone

Availability: varies a lot but almost any time ^^

Hobbies: reading, writing, drawing, and gaming

Favorites: strawberries, peaches, cute plushies, animals, anime, manga, and manwha’s

Fandoms: Omniscient Reader’s Viewpoint, Lout of the Count’s Family, The Greatest Estate Developer, ROTTMNT, Lego Monkie kid, Pokémon, Blue exorcist, Seraph of the End

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Greetings!

Name: Chelle

Nickname: Chelle

Pronouns: She/Her

Time zone: Eastern Standard Time

Availability: varies, 8pm and past until 12am EST usually.

Hobbies: drawing, writing, reading, cooking, watching horror videos or movies.

Favorites: blue, blue themed characters, sushi, cats.

Fandoms: Rottmnt, Genshin, Trolls (main three)

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Ao3: maybe later

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Well look who it is! That’s right! It’s me!

Name: Mej

Pronouns: she/they

Timezone: GMT or BST (during the summer)

Availability: Most days and most times that aren’t midnight until 9am. (I have to sleep sometime!) But my DMs are always open if you need anything

Hobbies: Reading, writing and a little bit of light gaming on the side (whether it’s online, board games or card games)

Fandoms: I’m a little all over the place, skipping through them all the time, but I’m a fan of: ROTTMNT, Transformers, Pokémon, Blue Exorcist, Demon Slayer and FNAF

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ABOUT THE DISCORD:

The discord is about having someone to talk about your favorite fandoms on. Need it be TMNT, HAZBIN HOTEL, FNAF, OWL HOUSE, STEVEN UNIVERSE, etc. Heck, even YouTube channels that you all are into as well.

We are a server that allows you to be yourself!!

• Streaming and Gaming👾🎮🕹️

・ LGBTQ+ friendly ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜

・A 17+ server

・Open to partnerships 🤝🏼

・Open to Creative Ideas 📝💡

・Fun community 🥳🎉

・Social Media 📱💻

・Movie Night 🍿🎥🎞️

Our Discord!! Come join!

#hazbin hotel #welcome home #artists on tumblr #archive of our own #own character #the owl house #fnaf #multifandom account #meet the mods #the discord

[dailyexo]

[SCHEDULE] EXO’s Schedule for July (2023)

[RELEASE] - Music releases; [BIRTHDAY] - Birthdays; [PERF]️ - Performanc evenst; [SIGN] - Fan-signing events; [MEET] - Fan-meeting events; [BROADCAST] - Live or pre-recorded televised broadcasts; [RADIO] - Radio broadcasts; [REC] - Programme pre-recordings; [LIVE] - Live streams; [AWARD] - Award ceremonies; [OTHER] - Other events.

Only confirmed schedules are included. The number of entries will grow as further schedules are announced.

(Last updated: 230707)

July 1

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 19:30 KST - (Suho)

July 4

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 19:30 KST - (Suho)

July 7

[REC] JTBC K-909 - (Suho)

July 10

[LIVE] 7th Full Album 'EXIST' Countdown Live - 16:30 KST - (Youtube)

[RELEASE] 7th Full Album 'EXIST' - 18:00 KST

[OTHER] EXOcial Club - Cream Soda Pop-Up Store Visit - (D.O.,Suho, Baekhyun, Chanyeol )

July 11

[REC] KBS The Seasons: Choi Junghoon's Night Park (KBS 더 시즌즈: 최정훈의 밤의 공원)

[BROADCAST] Dingo Killing Voice - 19:00 KST

[LIVE] 'The Moon' Movie Talk ('더 문' 무비토크) - 20:00 KST - (Naver NOW) - (D.O.)

July 12

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 14:30 KST - (Suho)

July 13

[BROADCAST] Mnet M! Countdown (엠넷 엠! 카운트다운) - 18:00 KST

July 14

[BROADCAST] KBS Music Bank (KBS ���직뱅크) - 17:15 KST

[BROADCAST] tvN Hong Jin Kyung's Movie Fan Life (tvN 홍진경의 영화로운 덕후생활) - 19:20 KST - (D.O.)

[BROADCAST] KBS The Seasons: Choi Junghoon’s Night Park (KBS 더 시즌즈: 최정훈의 밤의 공원) - 22:00 KST

[REC] KBS Eunchae's Star Diary (KBS 은채의 스타일기) - (Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Xiumin)

July 15

[BROADCAST] MBC Show! Music Core (MBC 쇼! 음악중심)

July 16

[BROADCAST] SBS Inkigayo (SBS 인기가요) - 15:10 KST

[SIGN] ‘Cream Soda’ fansign

July 17

[OTHER] 'Cream Soda' EXO-L Japan Video Call Event

July 19

[RADIO] SBS-R Power FM Choi Hwa Jung's Power Time (SBS-R 파워FM 최화정의 파워타임) - 12:00 KST - (D.O., Chanyeol)

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 14:30 KST - (Suho)

[AWARD] 2nd Blue Dragon Series Awards (제2회 청룡시리즈어워즈) - 20:30 KST - (D.O.)

July 20

[BROADCAST] KBS Eunchae's Star Diary (KBS 은채의 스타일기) - 19:00 KST - (Baekhyun, Chanyeol, Xiumin)

July 21

[BROADCAST] Look Me Up (본인등판) - (D.O.)

July 22

[OTHER] IFC Mall 'The Moon' display visit - (D.O.)

[BROADCAST] JTBC K-909 - 16:40 KST - (Suho)

[BROADCAST] KBS Mr. House Husband Season 2 (KBS 살림하는 남자들 시즌2) - 21:25 KST

[BROADCAST] Cream Inc. Soda Development Team Part 1 - 22:00 KST

July 23

[BROADCAST] Domestic Gift Factory (가내조공업) - 16:00 KST - (Sehun, Suho)

[SIGN] ‘Cream Soda’ fansign - 9:30 KST

July 25

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 19:30 KST - (Suho)

[OTHER] ‘The Moon’ Media Premiere ('더 문' 언론 배급 시사회)

[OTHER] 'The Moon' Red Carpet Showcase ('더 문' 레드카펫 쇼케이스) - 18:30 KST - (D.O.)

[OTHER] The Moon’ VIP première ('더 문' VIP 시사회) - 20:00 KST - (D.O.)

July 28

[OTHER] China Sanya Duty Free Decorté Pop-Up Store - (Lay)

[OTHER] 'The Moon' MegaBox Guest Visit - (D.O.)

July 29

[PERF] Waterbomb Tokyo 2023 - 12:30 KST - (EXO-SC)

[PERF] Musical ‘Mozart!’ (뮤지컬 ‘모차르트!’) - 19:30 KST - (Suho)

[OTHER] 'The Moon' Busan stage greeting ('더 문' 부산 무대인사) - (D.O.)

July 30

[OTHER] 'The Moon' Daegu stage greeting ('더 문' 대구 무대인사) - (D.O.)

Credit: dailyexo.tumblr.com. Material not to be redistributed in part or whole without prior permission.

#EXO #EXO K #EXO M #schedule #info #comeback:Fight #comeback:Exist

[silverthefox713]

Things for Character Creations

                                 ~Character Creation Apps~ 

Note: This Section is for anyone who has an idea of what their characters look like but need that extra visual assistance. Some are just dress up apps, a few are more than that, i do recommend giving them a chance, what creator doesn't take the chances :) (there is no particular order these are in)

 Anime Doll (both genders) 

Anime Doll Avatar Maker Game - Apps on Google Play

Lily Story (both genders) 

Lily Story : Dress Up Game - Apps on Google Play

Vlinder Games (both genders) (series of games) 

Android Apps by 31 Dress up Games on Google Play

Style Doll (Both genders) (series of game) 

Android Apps by KATKIT Inc on Google Play

Moons Closet (has gender neutral stuff) 

Moon's Closet dress up game - Apps on Google Play

Monster Girls 1&2 

Monster Girl Maker - Apps on Google Play

Doll Divine 

Doll Divine - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Maker: Anime (both genders)(there's more from Avatar Maker) 

Avatar Maker: Anime - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Factory

Avatar Factory - Apps on Google Play

Mimo Avatar Maker (both genders)(IOS Only) 

Mimo Avatar Maker on the App Store (apple.com)

Dinogeddon 

Dinogeddon - Cartoon Avatar - Apps on Google Play

MiiPu (4 apps in one) 

MiiPu - Avatar Creator - Apps on Google Play

Avatar Makers Factory 

Android Apps on Google Play

iBoattech Avatar Apps 

Android Apps on Google Play

                       ~Less Generic Character Apps~ 

Note: These are both dress up apps and games in their own ways. Some have much better content due to them being a game so do hop in to see what they have.  

Gacha Club

Gacha Club - Apps on Google Play

Vroid Studio 

VRoid Mobile - Apps on Google Play

Star Idol 

Star Idol: Animated 3D Avatar - Apps on Google Play

Zepto 

ZEPETO: Avatar, Connect & Play - Apps on Google Play

Love Nikki 

Love Nikki-Dress UP Queen - Apps on Google Play

Shining Nikki 

Shining Nikki-Fashion Makeover - Apps on Google Play

Time Princess 

Time Princess: Dreamtopia - Apps on Google Play

Custom Cast 

CUSTOM CAST - Apps on Google Play

REALITY 

REALITY-Become an Anime Avatar - Apps on Google Play

 

                                      ~Video Games~ 

The Sims 4 (so much stuff! Base game is free I think) 

Minecraft (blocky but still great! You can just look up Skins) 

Roblox 

Monster Hunter World 

Black Desert Online 

Disney Dreamlight Valley 

My Time at Portia/My Time at Sandrock 

Vrchat (Desktop Mode available, Goof for character hunting)

Other Methods: There are Amino/Facebook/Instagram/DeviantArt groups and people who sell characters for you to adopt. You can normally find them under any tag with the word Adopt or Adoptables in it. 

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