#also it took me three attempts to type Bruno

[books-are-my-life-stuff]

10k CSMM Monotype Clear! It’s my first time doing this, and Water-type is my most favorite type (yeah, I’m really basic). Gotta have fun before the dreaded Sinnoh CSMM starts next week. Only Lorelei’s stage that’s not presync, the rest are presync clear.

Note that this clear was only for Water-type sync pairs, that means no Cyrus allowed, even though I really wanted to use him.

Lorelei: This stage took three attempts because Barry kept failing to proc MPR on his trainer move. Had to grid Barry with Ramp Up on his Trainer Move, losing Cakewalk as a result, but that’s okay. Sleepchaining 3 targets at once is so difficult and I can’t keep it up. Fortunately, Elio’s Sp. Def buffs helped to keep the party alive post-sync, before Barry launched his second sync to finish the stage off. I actually gave up midway to sleepchain everyone, so I just used Sparkling Aria to debuff, and the damage wasn’t bad under rain, that really helped Barry. Unfortunately, that caused the gauges to be a bit difficult, especially Propelling Move sometimes didn’t wanna proc, but it’s okay. This team managed to clear, and that’s what matters.

Lance: At this point I realized that I only have four rain setters. They are OG May, Tech Gyarados, Tech Blastoise, and SS Kris, so one stage had to settle without rain. This is the stage that I decided to go without rain. To compensate the lack of rain, I brought SS Blue to keep the party alive. Nessa was gridless there, but she’s meant to be there to debuff defenses so SS Grimsley’s damage could increase. The plan worked. SS Grimsley didn’t need rain to clear the stage, thankfully, because of Nessa and SS Blue’s help. 

While Kris would definitely dethrone SS Grimsley for physical water-type striker at 25th, I will always remember SS Grimsley as my second 5*, my third EX unit, and for carrying me through my earlier times alongside Wally. I still remembered the horror and shock that I experienced when I clicked SS Grimsley’s trainer move when I got him for the first time because I didn’t read it (back then I assumed all trainer moves were beneficial buffs with no drawbacks), good times.

Bruno: Hey, Bruno is Water-weak, and EX Siebold is too damn powerful on-type. I don’t think he needs a rain, so I went without rain setter. This is also my first time using Lodge May. She’s...okay, but she definitely needs rain for optimal performance. Her Surf DPS coupled with some Supereffective Up Next helped to cover Siebold, who couldn’t contribute much other than sync nuke. And yes, Siebold wiped off sides first sync, then May spammed Surf until Siebold was ready to sync again and finish the fight. Swimsuit Misty provided passive healing and defensive buffs. I think I still prefer Lodge Rosa and Lodge Silver than Lodge May, though.

Agatha: OG Kris was actually already in my EX queue after Elio because I like her EX outfit, but after the update, I changed the order to EX SS N first, then SS Hilbert (if I get him), then Elio, and then OG Kris. Then I realized that I had like 40 5* power-ups that I purposely left for SS N, so with OG Kris’ upcoming grid expansion as well, I decided to EX her much sooner. Basically, this team was all about flinch-locking, and it worked miraculously well. Hilbert with Adrenaline 1 is certainly amazing, I’m glad that he’s graduated from Vigilance, even if it means restricting his grid flexibility. Somehow got really lucky and landed all the flinches, that Kris managed to sync for the second time before Agatha even used her sync move. She also didn’t miss her Mega Kick at all, which was impressive. So happy for her. This is the clear that I’m most satisfied of.

Blue: God, this took way too many tries, but that’s because a lot of water-types are weak to Grass, and SS Kris isn’t good at tanking physical attacks, especially physical Grass-type attacks. The only remaining alternatives of her are OG Misty (who’s weak to Electric but also not good at tanking physical attacks), and SS Misty (also prefers to tank special attacks) so...SS Kris it is. Because I am using SS Kris, I wanted to use special attackers, so I went with SS Kris/SS Misty/OG May. The plan didn’t work very well because Blue really loved spamming buffs to himself. Then I tried to make OG May as the main striker instead, also didn’t work very well because she kept missing crit on sync and missing her Muddy Water. 

Then I gave up and decided to be obedient to the established parameter of this stage: boosted physical attacks. I went with Lodge Rosa and Lodge Silver together. This means SS Kris’ Special Move Up stacks are unusable, but whatever, she still can cap Silver’s crit. Both units debuffed physical defenses like crazy, both of them hit really hard (and Rosa alongside SS Kris luckily landed Staggering too), then this team won first try. I didn’t know who nuked harder between Silver and Rosa since both have innate Relentless, but I didn’t have time to think there and just nuked with Rosa instead because the gauge is running out and she’s also running out of Aqua Jet. I like Lodge Rosa and Lodge Silver a lot, they’re awesome.

So yeah, that’s monotype CSMM run. Kind of a mess, especially at first and last stage, but I’m glad I somehow pulled it off. Now to prepare for Sinnoh CSMM.

#personal #pokemon masters #monotype clear #gonna create that tag because who knows maybe i'll decide to do other monotype runs #if i have enough sync pairs for it that is #anyway sinnoh csmm next week and i hate it #because i really really wanted to do n only csmm clear #but with how difficult sinnoh csmm is #i don't think it's possible #and that makes me sad #i'll still try though #but no promises

[crystalelemental]

UUUUUUUGH.  You already know I'm going to complain.  You can see it.  Know that I am pissed.

General Overview This was an attempt to clear on-type with F2P tools.  I do not know why I did this.  I think in my head I was like "There's a ton of Grass-type damage dealers in the free units, this should be fine!"  It wasn't fine.  It was not fine.  Not nearly as bad as it could have been, but still not good.

The main criteria for F2P are always really hard to assess, because tools are ever-changing and even something that is, on the surface, an "F2P team," has issues of investment that prevent a brand new player from picking it up and performing comparably.  Some level of investment is required, and the goal is always to minimize that investment.  So to some, 5* general pool still counts as F2P.  I am not one of those people.  Zinfogel recently put out an on-type clear, and mentioned that it took two years to get Selene to 3/5.  The rates for any specific 5* are still low, and while scout tickets exist, they're not so plentiful you're guaranteed to get anything out of them.  Some regions are relatively safe, like Kalos having only three options.  But others have ten.  I think Unova has twelve now.  That's stupid.  You cannot possibly tell me it's reasonable to showcase something with a 3/5 Unovan, knowing how bad the odds are.  Especially if they're recent.  Maybe they have 3/5 Elesa, but do they have 3/5 Colress?  Almost certainly not.

For my purposes, F2P is common gacha, 4* BP, story and legendary events, and Lodge units that are associated with one of the above.  Common gacha are much, much easier to acquire, with each 4* unit having better odds than on-focus 5*s.  I discount the Master BP units because those tickets are obscenely hard to come by for how middling the Master BP units actually are, especially without EX.  There's no way to guarantee anyone even has five tickets, let alone picked the one you want to use.  But regular BP, that's a bit more realistic.  Story and legendary events are free, though I do tend to discount the NPC trainer classes because...they're not always available.  This also applies to Swimsuit Misty, Blarcanine, Classic Giovanni, and Scyther Bugsy.  Lastly, Lodge units that aren't associated with discounted pairs.  So basically, Blue, Silver, Rosa, and Sycamore.  Blue, while a 5* gacha, was given out for free in place of Whitney, so he can reasonably be assumed in Lodge.  Eggmons are a subject of contention.  I want to count them, but I admittedly have a lot of trouble, especially with the ones that don't exist in the general egg pool.  But I don't know which ones do or don't, so it's hard to say.  I tend to avoid the ones I know aren't, like Hitmonchan or Perrserker.

To me, this is the safest approach.  It's the closest you get to completely removing luck from the game, because absolutely anything done in these teams can be done by any player with enough time.  The 3-4* gacha can, in theory, evade a player for a considerable amount of time, but that's a concession you have to make.  And yes, my usual F2P clears haven't followed these rules exactly.  I hadn't fully determined them.  Lodge units in particular were a big question, and I had treated all of them as fair game.  I'm going to reconsider that going forward, because yeah, it's not really free if you need to pull a limited unit.

Vs. Bruno I began this idiotic quest with Bruno, who is mostly physical, so the Reflect condition matters.  He faces off against Erika.  I like Erika.  I really like Vileplume.  I don't have her EX, but apparently she can still do it.  This was, however, kinda cheating, because the flinch rate really does make it or break it.  Especially with paralysis and confuse on the sides stalling them out when Bruno goes down.  Erika's DPS and sync are not especially impressive, but she's serviceable for this stage.  I do kinda want to invest in her, but I'm admittedly hesitant.

Vs. Grimsley Grimsley faces off against Lodge Sycamore, in the dumbest situation possible.  BP Janine is a great partner to him, and Koga can help debuff special defense and apply Toxic.  This was chosen to go second specifically for the bonus Toxic damage.  Now that's all well and good.  Where the stupid comes in is when I remembered Sycamore has Impervious.  I tried the Five Stats -3 condition.  It worked!  I can't say it didn't work!  But oh my god.  Janine really needs to be on her dodge game for this to succeed.  It's a massive problem.  Sycamore did have enough power behind his attacks to get the stage cleared, even if it takes three shots to take out left side.

Vs. Bertha I think the last time I used Solarbeam Silver was when I first got him like a year and a half ago.  Like, back before events were permanently available.  And you know what?  This actually works out pretty great.  Solarbeam deals pretty solid damage, I'm kinda surprised.  It did involve the stage condition powering up special attacks, but still.  It also means Roxanne gets to participate, which is my favorite thing.  She's so helpful.  Blaine needs his third application of Sun on sync, as well as the big benefit of Flabbergast.  I'm serious.  Confusing the sides is a big deal.  You can do a lot with a good confuse activation.

Vs. Lorelei I saved Lorelei for last, anticipating something really stupid.  Sycamore stall under HP conditions.  Sycamore survives basically anything that isn't a one-shot, and while Lorelei has gradual healing after sync, this can be offset with Stomp Flinch.  Brawly has Potions for him and Blue, and most critically, debuffs defense.  In a sustained match, Brawly is fantastic for this, and Sycamore was pumping out around 11k per Horn Leech by the end of the fight.  Shame his sync didn't matter because of Standard Damage Reduction, but nothing's perfect.  Blue and Brawly did drop near the end, but Sycamore didn't even come close.  Fun fact, I also brought Five Stats -3.  Sycamore has Impervious, and his sync move offsets the debuffs, while Blue powers up defense with trainer move.

Vs. Serena UUUUGH.  Okay.  First attempt, I wanted to go Gardenia/Rosa/Tech Ninetales.  This has been a historically sound team.  There are issues, but Gardenia is able to OHKO sides just fine, when provided with the right parameters.  Except now she can't.  Even when really stacking the deck in her favor, including the stage effect to boost special damage, Gardenia did not OHKO the sides.  She didn't even really come close.  They have over 10k HP, even with only Strength +3.  There is no possible way for Gardenia to take them out, and because AoE spam is cheating, the team drops far too easily.  Impossible, could not be done.  Which means no one is left, because I assure you, BP Erika is not about to DPS.  Or sync all that well.  Also Serena debuffs special attack per hit and I thought Sunny Disposition would fix this but GUESS NOT

Which just goes to show the importance of stall.  One good stall team can swing an entire event.  I'm tellin ya, kids, invest in stall.  Stocks are high, and they're only gettin higher.  BP Clemont, BP Erika, and Janine are completely F2P within the stated bounds, and they are fantastic.

Final Thoughts Not to continue harping on stall, but like...Stall was easier than trying this.  I know this was F2P, and I'm limiting some obvious tools, but even so.  It's wild how powerful stall is now.  That said, Grass is a pretty solid type for these on-type clears.  There's a lot of Grass-type damage, especially with Sycamore and Silver present to really complement the natural Grass-types.  I feel like the other types are going to be tougher.  Water's about the only one that really stands a chance, but since the champion is a Neo Champion, Water is one of the types that cannot possibly be the weakness, so we'll see how the next one goes.

The sad part is, had I done this in a different order, it might have been cleared on offense. But by the time I realized Gardenia wasn't up to the task, it was too late, and I really do not want to do this again. So, this is what we get.

#champion stadium #special champion stadium

[pricklycarebear]

More - encanto tickle hcs

Ok so this one started as ler!bruno but turned into a grandkid roundup. So here's my tickle hcs on Bruno with all the grandkids!

Ok so while Bruno is the WORST person to be starting tickle fights with ANYONE given his... unfortunate sensitivities... That does not stop him from doing it anyway

First and foremost he has missed out on A LOT of uncl'in and after he's back with his family he takes every opportunity to be the best tío ever

He's still a kid at heart so it's the most natural thing ever for him to mess around with his nieces and nephews - out of the triplets he may seem the younger brother, but with the rest, it's like he's everyone's favourite older brother

Often it'll be the younger to middle-grandchildren that fall victim to his tickle attacks

Dolores, Camilo, Antonio and Mirabel all end up frequently getting involved in these tickle fights

Dolores adores her uncle and after his return his aura just brings out the more fun mischievous side of her again

One time not long after his return Bruno is having THE MOTHER of all tickle wars with Camilo and Antonio. Dolores hears and when she sees what's going on, that fun side of her lights up again - she's barely felt this way since Bruno left. She doesn't really know how to get involved, she's got an image to keep you know! so instead she "innocently" wanders by and just happens to mention one of her hermano's death-spots. They all stare in surprise (Bruno's genuine, the other two going from disbelief to anxiety) but instead of using his new knowledge Bruno's like "no no no no get back here missy" grabs her and pulls her into the fray. After that she has no problems jumping in

The only thing about tickling Dolores is, she is not the type to lie down and take it like a lee for long. She is a mean ler with her trademark sadistic nature, and surprisingly assertive at being able to get out of a ticklee situation and pin someone down.

Often Bruno ends up the one squealing here, and she doesn't let up until SHE'S satisfied with the retribution

Bruno takes it like a champ. Sometimes even congratulates her afterwards. Good uncle

Camilo could actually easily wrestle with his uncle, but enjoys the game too much to really try. He's pretty ticklish and Bruno is all too happy to tickle him to a puddle

Love love LOVE that hc I've seen around here about Bruno tickling Camilo as the scary persona Camilo decided to give him in "We Don't Talk About Bruno" *chefs kiss* justice

Bruno also tickles Antonio a lot but he's never too harsh and always lets up pretty quickly - he would know in an instant if his older nieces/nephews weren't enjoying themselves anymore, but given Antonio is so young, he knows he has to make sure it's all ok and he's not going overboard

Meanwhile, Mirabel gets a LOT of tickles from Bruno. Not only does she involve herself in EVERY tickle war, but she also is part of an ongoing, forever tickle-war between just herself and Bruno

They will find new and inventive ways to get the other unawares, but common methods are tickle-hugs, sneak attacks and random pokes at any time

Luisa and Isabela don't normally appreciate that kind of thing as much, and Bruno respects this by finding other ways to show his affection (absolute killer uncle, he is the best)

Bruno is genuinely at his happiest in the middle of a tickle fight with all his nieces and nephews. He feels like he's making up on lost time and for a while, he can just relax and enjoy being with his family

Being everyone's favourite, everyone wants to team up with him to get someone else, and in the course of a war there will be many changing of sides, betrayals and new alliances formed

Best of all is when the kids all decide enough is enough and gang up on tío Bruno together. He's an easy target, and doesn't even have to pretend to be beat. In the end it's usually one of the other adults in the house that will hear the general ruckus turn into Bruno's sole, desperate laughter and eveeeeeentually... go save him, once they think he's had enough

It's their way of punishing him for getting the kids and the house all riled up. Really they just love to hear his laugh again after so, so long. The house feels full again. Gang's all here

Bonus because I forget to put it in earlier - Bruno sometimes tickles as his persona Hernando, just for laughs

Still working out how to get things under a "read more" so this won't be too annoying on the tags, please bear with me folks (or help me). Likely more to come soon!

#encanto #tickle hcs #tickle headcanons #ler!bruno #lee!bruno #ler!dolores #lee!dolores #lee!camilo #lee!mirabel #ler!mirabel #and who could forget little antonio #Bruno being the best uncle ever #and also just like a weird goofy older brother #tickle wars #encanto grandkids #encanto family #fluff of the highest order #also it took me three attempts to type Bruno #meet his new personas Bruni and Burno T-T #hernando #never forget hernando #this became very emosh #tickling

[heartbreakgrill]

Annabel Lee; Matthew Gray Gubler

a/n: I usually hate wedding imagines BUT fuck I watched Jim and Pam’s wedding scene again and just had to. Then I got carried away...

description: just getting married to mgg

You ran your fingers down your corset, gripping the red roses in your right hand almost too tightly. The doors that led inside the hall were shut, but you could hear the murmur of the guests awaiting the ceremony to start. Your bridesmaids- your sister, and Kirstin- and his groomsmen- Shemar and Steve- stood before you, casually chatting. Everyone was waiting for your cue, which you weren’t quite ready to give. You needed a few more seconds to breathe.

Your dad (or whomever, I know some of y’all got daddy issues) tapped your elbow, “You ready, honey?”

You looked at him with wide eyes, feeling your breakfast in your throat. “I don’t know. I feel like I’m gonna vomit. Everywhere.”

Kirstin overheard your confession. She turned on her heel, worry in her eyes. Your sister followed her over to you. The three of them crowded you. Your sister set a hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothings wrong. I’m just nervous,” you confessed as your hand landed on your skirt. You kept feeling the dress as if to ground yourself.

“For what?” Kirstin prompted.

You shrugged, “I don’t know. Like, everything. Like, yeah.”

“Girl,” Shemar interjected, “that man is so in love with you, it makes me sick. You’ll be okay.”

Steve added, “Oh, for sure. He never shuts up.”

Your face flushed and a shocked-in-love expression flooded it, “Really?”

“You look like the equivalent of the gushy eyed emoticon,” your sister laughed. “I think you’re okay.”

“Yeah, I think I’m okay,” you breathed out.

Your sister smoothed your skirt before returning to her position with everyone else. Your dad tucked his arm into yours, “You ready?”

“Ready.”

The doors swung open. Steve and your sister began to float down the aisle, but stopped halfway down. You couldn’t see him over Steve’s head, but you saw Paget at the top of the aisle, smiling proudly. She glanced down to her left and you saw just the slightest bit of brown hair flop in the air. You smiled widely, but became confused when the organ stopped and an upbeat song came on.

Your sister spun around towards you. She leaned around Kirstin and Shemar and winked. Suddenly, she started dancing to the Bruno Mars song. You groaned, tossing your head back and leaning your weight in your dad. Your forehead landed on his shoulder and he chuckled, patting your hair.

You peaked up to see Kirstin and Shemar join their flailing dance movements. Some of your family and friends were pulled up to dance with them. Your eyes flicked across the room, watching everyone engage in the loving moment. Your eyes found the front of the room and landed on Matthew’s.

He was grinning dumbly, hands crossed in front of his tux. He had shaved for the occasion and his hair was short. But, his personality still showed through the little crooked bow tie at his throat and his bright red Converse. His left foot was tapping along to the song and he tossed his head back to laugh. When his head came forward again, his eyes met yours.

He literally gasped, eyes widening. He hit Paget with his shoulder, nodding towards you. She looked at you and you briefly met her eyes, smiling so wide. She gushed to Matthew about you, and he only said, “I know.”

Your dad pulled you forward, urging you to dance with everyone else. You resisted a little, embarrassed by all the eyes that were landing on you. But, you grabbed his hands like you were a little kid again, giving in the numerous spins he tucked you into. He dipped you, letting your head fall towards the floor as a guttural laugh fell from your lips. When you were lifted back onto your feet, you shook your hips and spun around on your own.

You had made it about halfway down the aisle and the song was halfway over. You let go of your dad’s hand, finding Matthew’s eyes again. You needed to touch him, to hold him. You balled up your dress in your hands and ran up to the risers. He grinned down at you, about two steps up from the floor.

“Well, hello,” his cheeky voice remarked. You held out your hand and he didn’t hesitate to grab on. You pulled him into the aisle, his other hand coming to rest on your hip. He swung you round and round, rocking side to side as the song continued on. Everyone looked towards you, still dancing.

Eventually, the song winded down. Matthew held your hand as you climbed up the steps, feet aching in your heels. He straightened out the bottom of your dress, drawing awes from the crowd who was settling down. You let out a hasty breath, feeling somewhat sweaty from the dancing. Matthew stepped up beside you, Paget standing between you.

“Alrighty, then,” she remarked, brushing off Matthew’s shoulder. The room laughed a little at what had just happened. Once they silenced, Paget looked between the two of you. “So, I have the awesome honor of officiating these two’s wedding. Matthew officiated mine and Y/N sang a song at the reception. They hadn’t been together yet, but at the reception, they danced for hours. I remember talking to Gube after the night ended and I mentioed Y/N. He told me that he was planning on going to buy her roses the next day, that he was going to show up at her apartment with the proposition of going to Vegas and getting married.”

Matthew held your eyes in his, lips pressing together as a sheepish expression came over him. Your eyes widened, squeezing his hand in yours. “What?” You mouthed. He shrugged, eyes flicking away cheekily.

Paget laughed at your interaction, “Yeah, don’t worry. I talked him down. I told him to bring you a coffee, considering she’d drank plenty that night. I told him, coffee and roses. And ask her to dinner. He called me the next night and told me that they were going to be painting birdhouses that weekend. I told him that he was literally the weirdest man I had ever met. And then he called me again on Sunday and told me that they’d kissed. And, despite me urging him to wait, he went out and bought this ring.”

Paget held up the ring that was going to be on your finger room. You gasped, looking up at the piece of jewerly. Tears flooded your eyes at the realization. Matthew tugged on your arm slightly, drawing your watery eyes back to his.

Paget continued on through her speech, though you could barely focus on anything but his eyes. They were so, so thoughtful and loving, and you just wanted to hug him. He kept you grounded by rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, the rough edge of his thumb soothing your senses.

When it came time for your vows, you thought you were going to burst. You went first, “Um, okay, I had it written down, because I knew I would ramble, but I kinda just want to ramble.”

The guests chuckled at your words. You continued, “When I first met you, I thought that you were just the coolest person ever. You wore these big, colorful shoes and patterned socks which you always made sure were visible when wearing pants. You had all these cool kimonos that you’d wear on set all the time and you always made sure everyone laughed at least once a day, no matter if the scene we were shooting was sad or terrifying. I was so intimidated by you because you were this really successful actor who everyone in Hollywood says is some heartbreaker, but then I was eating cheese on set and you came up beside me and started talking to me about birds. Like, rattling off stupid facts about birds. And I think that’s when I was in love with you.

“But of course, I didn’t really know it. I was kinda just blindly finding companionship in you. And then, one day, you walked into my trailer one day after shooting and told me about this Edgar Allen Poe poem. You pulled out your journal and showed me this pen drawing of me, like, my face! And beside it you had written, ‘tell Y/N about Annabel Lee.’ And that’s when I knew I was in love with you.”

You took a moment to sniffle and draw your thoughts. You noticed Matthew’s bottom lib wobble and a thin line of tears fell down his chin. You reached up and wiped at his cheek with your thumb. He leaned into your hand.

“Matthew, everyday with you is a literal adventure. You force me out of my comfort zone in the best way possible. Without you, I think I’d still be avoiding phone calls with people in general. You’ve taught me to be fearlessly brave and to love myself more than anyone else. Except you, of course. You, I love more than anything. More than everything. You are larger than life and bigger than any stupid argument we could ever have. I love you.”

A bout of silence followed as Matthew attempted to refrain from sobbing. He thought about what to say before beginning with, “I bought a pair of socks with dinosaurs and hearts on them just because of you and this stupid song you showed me about dinosaurs being in love. This was before we got together. You told me how much you loved them and even though they cost like $20 and I couldn’t find them again, I let you have them.”

You gaped at the man, a slightly annoyed smile present. Of course. He winked at you and went on, “I always did stupid stuff like that. Like, going out of my way in the morning to get you those mini pancakes from the coffee shop that I lied and said was right across the street from my apartment. You didn’t know that until. You also didn’t know that I went to three different states to find you a birthday present that was literally just a blanket. But it was so worth it to see you curled up on the couch with it. And then, of course, there’s the little things, like filling up your car with gas and pretending like you just hadn’t known you didn’t use that much. Watering your plants without you knowing. Always making sure I buy you the same type of food I’m getting even if you’re not hungry because you are hungry.”

Laughter came again. Matthew shook his head, eyes crinkled, and he continued, “I’m not boasting about how great of a partner I am. No, I’m just telling everyone, telling you, that I love you. I would and do go to the ends of the Earth for you because you are my world. I don’t know how else to end this than to end it with our true beginning; ‘For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee.’ You are my Annabel Lee.”

Everything moved on pretty quickly as you recited more repetitions and slid the rings onto each other fingers. Eventually, you were being prompted the room as Mr. and Mrs. Matthew Gray Gubler.

“That sounds ridiculous,” he leaned into your ear.

You giggled in response, squeezing his shoulder. Paget announced that you were to kiss and, as if he couldn’t be more dramatic, Matthew swooped you across his body. He dipped you, leaning down as you held onto his hand and shoulder and kissed you deeply. The room erupted into applause.

And you lived with no other thought than to love and be loved by him.

#mgg fluff #mgg x reader #mgg imagine #mgg gifs #mgg #mgg oneshot #mgg fanfiction #mgg blurb #mgg x y/n #matthew gray gubler x reader #Matthew Gray Gubler fluff

[hurtfm]

                                          〔  MADISON BAILEY, 22, CIS FEMALE 〕                                         ╰  TROYE KENNEDY  just  came  over  half - blood  hill .  you  know ,  the  child  of  APOLLO  who  was  claimed  three  months  ago ?  i’ve  heard  chiron  say  that  she  is  PASSIONATE & WARM ,  but  if  you  ask  the  aphrodite  kids ,  they’d  say  they’re  MEDDLESOME & NAIVE .  i’d  say  they  remind  me  of  hearing  whispers  in  the  wind  that  no  one  else  seems  to  notice ,   leaving  kiss  marks  on  a  love letter ,   quietly  humming  while  doing  chores ,  especially  since  they’re  FOR THE NEW CABINS .       

hello  beans !   i’m  weachy   &   this  right  here  is  troye  kennedy .   she  is  a  brand  spankin’  new  muse   &   i’m  so  excited  to  figure  her  out  as  time  goes  on !   however ,   what  i  do  know  about  her  is  under  the  cut .   trigger  warning  for  slight  mentions  of  injury   &   excessive  rambling  as  i  truthfully  don’t  know  when  to  shut  up   ––   like  right  now !   anyways ,   as  always ,   if  you  would  like  to  plot  with  her ,   go  ahead  and   press  that  little  heart  to  the  side   &   i’ll  snake  into  your  ims !   i’m  so  excited  to  be  here  and  join  all  of  you !

full name :  troye  brightly  kennedy date  of  birth :  march  18th ,  1998   (  making  her  a  pisces  ) gender :   cis  female pronouns :  she / her sexual  orientation :  bisexual  /  biromantic goldy  parent  :  apollo  (  god of music ,  poetry ,  healing ,  medicine ,  archery  ) family  :  apollo  (  father  )  ,  tawni  kennedy  (  mother  )  ,  brother  wc  up  on  the  main . playlist :  aint  no  sunshine  (  bill  withers  )  ,  sweet  creature  (  harry  styles  )  ,  talking  to  the  moon  (  bruno  mars  )  ,  i  hope  you  dance  (  lee  ann  womack  )  ,  &  dust  to  dust  (  the  civil  wars  ) influences : jenny  humphrey  (  gossip  girl  /  solely  season  one  jenny  no  other  jenny’s  exist  to  me  )  ,  maria  (  from  the  song  maria  maria  by  carlos  santana  )  ,  nadia  shanaa  (  elite  )  ,  &  donna  sheridan  (  mamma  mia  )   tropes :  ingenue  &  girl  next  door pinterest :  linked  here !

01 .  past .

   troye’s  like  was  everything  ordinary  half  a  year  ago .   well ,  as  ordinary  as  it  came .   she  had  an  older  brother   &   a  mother   &   they  lived  in  uptown ,   a  chicago  suburb .   there  wasn’t  much  talk  about  her  and  her  brother’s  fathers .   they’d  always  known  they  were  half  siblings ,   but  any  attempt  to  ask  their  mother  about  them ,   they  were  quickly  shut  down .   by  the  time  both  of  them  were  in  school ,   it  seemed  as  though  life  had  gotten  much  harder .   it  was  extremely  hard  for  them  to  focus ,   and  they  figured  the  dyslexia  was  a  trait  passed  down  by  their  mother .

   school  was  absolutely  difficult  for  troye .   she  wasn’t  interested  in  math  or  history   &   she  sure  as  hell  struggled  in  most  active  parts  of  her  schooling .   however ,   in  music  class ,   it  was  almost  as  if  the  music  moved  her ,   she  swayed  and  felt  the  notes  in  her  bones .   almost  as  if  listening  to  music  gave  her  the  energy  to  survive  a  strenuous  day .   as  she  went  through  school ,   making  her  do  her  homework  was  like  pulling  teeth ,   but  place  a  guitar  in  her  hand  and  she’d  go  on  for  days .

   as  for  her  mother ,   she  was  gone  quite  a  bit .   she  was  raising  two  children  on  her  own   &   had  to  provide  for  them  as  well  as  her  elderly  mother .   so  when  troye  was  not  struggling  through  school ,   she  was  typically  playing  music  for  her  grandmother  and  doing  other  adult  /   motherly  things  around  the  house .   by  the  time  she  was  twelve ,   she  could  have  been  classified   as  a  master  chef .

   only  six  months  ago  did  she  notice  an  extreme   (  what  she  thought  was  a  change  )   in  behavior .   she  had  barely  graduated  high  school   &   college  wasn’t  exactly  something  she  desired  to  complete .   instead ,   she  spent  her  time  volunteering  at  a  children’s  home  when  her  mother  and  brother  were  off  working .   she  took  her  grandmother  with  her ,   and  would  sing  songs  and  tell  stories  and  help  them  with  all  things  she  was  confident  in   ––   poetry  &  music .   however ,  one  incident  occurred  with  a  child .   unknowingly ,   she  held  the  child  and  began  to  sing .   when  the  child’s  scrapes  and  bruises  were  completely  gone ,   she  truthfully  didn’t  know  what  to  think .

   that  night ,   she  confronted  her  mother  with  her  new  found  knowledge .   it  was  only  then  that  she’d  come  forward  with  the  truth .   troye  was  a  demi  god   &   her  father  was  apollo .   troye  had  less  than  three  months  to  handle  this  new  found  knowledge  and  research  and  read  things  about  her  father  before  she  was  claimed  by  him   &   started  attending  camp .   as  a  new  camper ,   she  has  no  idea  what  she’s  getting  herself  into .

02 .  present .

  it’s  been  three  months  jam  packed  with  learning  the  knowledge  of  demi  gods   &   learning  of  the  issues  that  camp  half  blood  held .   it  seemed  obvious  to  her   ––   being  all  inclusive  was  only  fair   ––   besides ,   why  wish  troubles  on  those  just  because  you  dealt  with  them ?   she’d  never  blinked  at  the  possibility  that  not  everyone  she  be  treated  fairly .

   over  the  last  three  months ,   troye  has  been  working  on  learning  about  her  gifts  that  she  didn’t  know  about  before   (  or  didn’t  make  a  connection  to  )   she  realized  she  was  a  demi  god .   she  focused  on  the  medicine  aspect  of  her  powers   as  well  as  further  into  the  explanation  as  to  how  she  was  able  to  heal  that  child .   also ,  very  recently ,   she’s  taken  up  archery ,   and  discovering  her  gifts  with  that .   despite  never  really  being  an  active  child  and  rather  a  creative  mind ,   she  has  chosen  to  take  all  of  her  gifts  and  run  with  them ,   to  excel  and  express  herself  through  all  of  them .

03 .  personality .

   the  best  way  to  describe  her  personality  is  through  the  song  maria  maria  by  carlos  santana .   she  would  happily  give  the  clothes  off  her  back  for  anyone  she  passed  and  has  spent  the  past  twenty - two  years  of  her  life  doing  just  that .   she’d  rather  spend  her  entire  life  volunteering  and  helping  other’s  than  get  an  ounce  of  credit  for  anything  she’s  done .

   still ,   at  camp  half  blood ,   she  is  overly  protective  and  mother  like  to  anyone  she’s  met  so  far .   kind ,   down  to  earth ,   and  gentle  seem  to  be  the  most  common  phrases  people  use  to  describe  her .   fighting  is  not  her  specialty  and  something  she  definitely  does  not  excel  in  at  camp  half  blood  but  she’s  determined  to  work  on  it .   despite  her  gentle  spirit ,   being  upbeat  is  not  really  her  style .   she  is  more  of  the  type  to  have  a  soft  spoken  voice  and  only  say  what  needs  to  be  said  rather  than  filing  awkward  silences  with  words .

04 .  instances  of  her  powers  in  every  day  life .

looking  back  on  it  and  knowing  the  truth ,   troye  can’t  picture  how  she  didn’t  put  it  together :

   archery  expertise   –––   this  was  the  last  puzzle  piece  she  put  together .   it  wasn’t  exactly  an  archery  past  that  she  remembered ,   but  more  so  how  great  she’s  been  at  darts  her  whole  life .   they  had  a  dart  board  in  her  house  for  a  short  amount  of  time .   (   a  boyfriend  of  her  mother’s  had  moved  in  and  it  was  something  he  enjoyed   )  .   she’d  never  lost  when  they  played ,   and  looking  back  now  her  expertise  in  aim  definitely  aided  that .    vitakinesis   –––   this  was  described  in  an  above  section .    audiokinesis   –––   this  was  more  of  an  internal  thing  than  external .   any  songs  she  heard ,   she  could  manipulate  them  in  her  thoughts .   until  she  got  to  camp  half  blood ,   she  was  sure  that  everyone  could  do  it .   it  was  her  own  way  of  basically  remixing  songs  in  her  head ,   and  being  able  to  completely  replicate  them  the  second  she  picked  up  an  instrument .       excelling  in  the  arts   –––   the  biggest  give  away  for  this  is  the  fact  that  she  has  had  perfect  pitch  since  she  was  a  baby .   she  can  know  any  note  that  is  spoken  or  sang  the  instant  it  flows  from  one’s  mouth .

05 .  wanted  connections .

she  has  not  been  at  camp  long ,   but  disliking  her  isn’t  really  common ?   so  i’d  suspect  she  has  quite  a  bit  of  friends  as  well  as  those  that  might  share  her  interests .   she  also  loves  helping  so  if  your  muse  is  at  all  interested  in  music  or  needs  help  in  any  way ,   she  would  love  to  assist .   i  would  also  love  if  she  had  someone  assigned  to  her  to  help  train  her  to  fight  /   teach  her  aggression ?   that’s  not  really  something  that  comes  easily  to  her .   because  she’s  new ,   she  doesn’t  have  as  many  past  relationships ,  but  i  would  imagine  her  having  a  fwb  but  the  benefit  is  friendship  sorta  thing ?   she’s  a  dweeb ,  n  e  ways .

#ambrosia:intro #pls pls this intro is total trash i .

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bucci gang's first stand battles

awright, a little vague but i got this

also, trigger warning, graphic depictions of violence and drug use and rape!!!

~~~

Bruno wasn’t sure what he was doing. He had this brand new ability that Polpo had called a stand. And this was his first time using it. 

Polpo had said it was named Sticky Fingers...weird name. 

The enemy was also using a Stand. His Stand was much faster. And much stronger. It’s punches landed on Bruno’s much smaller body relentlessly. When he let up to breathe, Bruno was sobbing on the ground. Obviously, this man had no problems killing a child like himself. He was already bleeding from multiple wounds on his arms and chest. 

His Stand reached up one more time to land a final hit before he blacked out, but on instinct, Bruno cried out his Stand’s name. A humanoid figure, similar to his enemy’s, blurred into existence before him and threw a fierce punch at the older man. 

Immediately, his head was detached from his body. His body from the neck down went limp and collapsed. Bruno wanted this man to suffer. He was willing to make a child hurt for his own goals. 

Bruno hoped he rotted. The zippers disappeared and the man was left to bleed out and die.

 Then, he realized that this was the first time he had ever used his Stand ability. And it was zippers. How interesting. He was excited to learn more tricks that his ability had to offer. 

===

Pannacotta was an interesting anomaly. He passed Polpo’s test and had already called out his Stand once before. But, he never used Purple Haze. He just...stared at the Stand for, like, ten minutes, before dismissing it. 

Purple Haze was disgusting. A monster. Pannacotta didn’t believe that this thing was a reflection of his soul. He didn’t even know what it could do. 

But he discovered that soon enough. While on a walk home from the grocery store, he was shifting the bag between his arms to reach his phone. He was knocked to the ground by another person. He looked crazed. His eyes were dilated and he was trembling. When Pannacotta looked closer, he could see flecks of white dusting his nose. 

Oh, so this guy was that kind of person. Bruno warned him that these types of people were unstable and dangerous. 

But now, Pannacotta was sure, he was going to witness it first-hand. 

The man swung a fist at him, which he’d easily dodged. “Watch where you’re goin, punk! I’m walkin’ here!”

“I was watching where I was going! Watch where you’re going, asshole!”

Oh, now Pannacotta is fucked. Bruno always said to never engage with a druggie. They can and will attempt to harm you. 

The man called out, “Nice Guy!”

Oh, now Pannacotta was really fucked. This guy was a Stand user. A pink monster-looking thing emerged from his torso and towered over the both of them. It reached for his throat and he rolled out of the way. 

Pannacotta wasn’t going to call out Purple Haze unless he was in immediate danger. He hated that thing. 

‘Nice Guy’ continued after him as he sprinted away from the attacker but the thing was gaining on him. He growled in frustration. He could feel Purple Haze bubbling under his skin, itching to get out. Pannacotta forced himself to calm down. 

But this man was so persistent. He couldn’t help it. Purple Haze burst from his figure and threw a barrage of punches at this man. There was a sound of glass shattering and then the man was melting. But Pannacotta was so full of rage, he didn’t notice. 

When it was over, and he came to, there was a pile of quickly dissolving flesh at his feet. It smelled horrible. 

He stepped away from it and turned the other direction. And he fled. And with that, he knew exactly what it was that his Stand could do. 

~~~

Narancia remembers very clearly getting punctured with the arrow. He remembers how the lighter went out and he panicked, only to relight it. Then, he remembered the thing dragging him up into the air. He remembers it was saying something and then the arrow came from deep in its throat and it stabbed him through his neck. 

It wasn’t a very good memory that Narancia liked reliving, but it gave him his awesome Stand! An aeroplane! How cool is that?! 

And it shot real bullets and bombs! That was so cool! 

Buccellati had been hesitant to send him on a mission, but eventually, he had to. As his capo, it was his duty to send his soldatos on missions. But as his caretaker, of course he would be hesitant. He was supposed to make sure Narancia stayed safe and out of harm’s way. 

Buccellati supposed he couldn’t do both at the same time. It was impossible. 

Anyway, Narancia was sure he’d have fun on this mission! It was going to be his first time using his stand for fighting. And not something dumb, like looking for Fugo or Buccellati just because he was bored. 

It was a solo mission. It took Bruno a lot of convincing just to let him go on this one mission alone. 

But now that he was here, in this situation, he could see why Bruno would be concerned. This Stand user was strong, and quick. Narancia could barely keep up with him. 

Aerosmith was quick, yes, but it was also not precise enough to hit just his target and leave no casualties. Of course, Narancia hadn’t thought of that, and had used Aerosmith prematurely. 

He injured a total of maybe fifty-seven bystanders. He should’ve thought about his surroundings, like Panna had taught him several times. 

Well, no harm done if Buccellati and Panna don’t find out. 

“FIFTY-SEVEN INNOCENT BYSTANDERS SHOT AND INJURED, NARANCIA,” Panna’s voice rang throughout the hall. Luckily, the hall was empty and nobody but the two boys arguing and Buccellati were there. 

“YEAH I GOT THAT, FUGO, QUIT YELLIN’ AT ME!” 

“YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO USE YOUR STAND UNLESS YOU ARE POSITIVE NO ONE AROUND WILL GET HARMED!”

“I WASN’T THINKING!”

“CLEARLY!”

“ENOUGH, BOTH OF YOU,” Buccellati’s voice boomed around them, they both flinched and stood at attention. 

“Narancia, I understand that you were panicked, but you should’ve kept a level head and we’ll work on that.” Narancia ducked his head with shame. “And Fugo, you shouldn’t have yelled at Narancia. He’s new to this, yelling at him won’t make him learn.”

That night, both Narancia and Panna slept restlessly. 

~~~

Leone Abbacchio knew he was absolutely useless in a Stand battle. It was just something that felt like common sense to him. 

After manifesting Moody Blues for the first time, he knew immediately that she would be useless against other Stands. She just wasn’t meant for fighting. Her stature was lean, but not lean enough that would indicate she could stand herself in a fight. Her movements were delicate, graceful. 

Leone was always amazed at how gentle she was, compared to how brutish he was. She was his soul, essentially. So why was she so different?

For his first Stand-affiliated mission, he was sent with Narancia to keep him safe. Buccellati knew that Leone was more than capable of taking care of himself in a hand-to-hand fight. 

But he also knew that Moody Blues would be essentially...worthless for any Stand battles that were to take place during this mission. It only needed her to replay whatever deal had taken place here and then they were supposed to leave. 

Of course, things rarely ever went his way. There was a Stand user already waiting for them, apparently having been stalking them. He had listened in to their conversation and formulated a plan. 

As any cocky antagonist, he monologued about how he was so confident that he was going to win this fight. He obviously hadn’t encountered Narancia’s Aerosmith before. 

That fucker left no survivors. 

But, for some reason or another, the man didn’t target Narancia, who obviously had the stronger stand. He targeted Leone, who was vulnerable at the moment, due to Moody Blues having started rewinding to the scene they needed. 

The pale-haired man readied his fists, but he knew it would be for nothing. This man had a Stand. Any Stand user could look at him and tell. 

He exuded a sort of aura that gave him away. Every Stand user did. No matter how well they tried to fit in, they would always have that aura surrounding them. 

But Moody Blues, without his volition, stopped her rewinding and launched a punch at the dude’s Stand. His Stand was much larger, and much meaner looking, but Moody didn’t seem to have a care. 

She threw her punch with as much ferocity as she could muster and landed it onto the larger Stand. 

It did little to deter it. In fact, her arm seemed to be shaking where it was still implanted in the larger Stand’s torso. 

Leone had never seen her do that before. 

But then he hears Narancia’s cry and the mighty roar of Aerosmith’s propellers. Then, there was the sound of the Stand’s guns going off repeatedly and Moody Blues called herself back before she was a casualty in Aerosmith’s range. 

The Stand and the man both became littered with an unimaginable amount of bullet wounds and dropped dead. Aerosmith probably hit a vital organ. Or he bled out. Whichever came first, I guess. 

After Leone let Narancia catch his breath, they continued the replay of the scene they needed in the first place. The older man made Narancia promise he wouldn’t tell anyone about what Moody had done to protect him. 

The boy reluctantly agreed. 

~~~

Guido Mista was a strange man. Or, rather, boy. No older than seventeen, wandering the streets of his hometown of Napoli. It was getting late, but he knew his siblings were out with friends that night. No need for him to go back and watch them that night because nobody was home to watch. 

Unfortunately, he had the horrible luck of encountering something that he should never have had to see. 

A woman was being beat, her shirt was falling off her shoulders, and there were three men surrounding her. 

He felt calm. Which was weird. He should’ve felt enraged, disgusted. How dare anybody do this to someone? It was wrong. It was unjustified. It was disgusting. 

But he only felt calm. He walked forward with a staggering amount of confidence and tore the men off of her, respectfully averting his gaze from her. 

All three of them were shouting at him, pulling out firearms and firing at him. He stood unusually still, somehow able to direct every bullet away from him. When he looked closer, he could see small creatures on the bullets, kicking them away from him. He didn’t know what they were, but they were helping him, so he didn’t dwell on them. 

He used the little guys to his advantage and as they kept redirecting the bullets, he stepped closer to them and disarmed them. 

Stealing one of their pistols, he pointed it at them. The two who still had their pistols also directed it at him. They fired at him, but he’d already shot. He wasn’t sure when he’d shot, but he was so sure he did. 

Bang!

Bang!

Bang! 

Bang!

Four shots. Three dead men. 

As Guido came down from the calmness, the high of murder, he let his arm fall down to his side. The woman was rushedly tugging her clothes back on so he averted his glance away from her. 

As he observed the scene around him, he realized the gun was humming in his hand, vibrating against the skin of his palm. He was pretty sure guns didn’t do that normally. 

He brought it up to face level, seeing the little creatures crawling out of the ammunition. “Mista,” they cried. 

“What are you…” he mumbled, holding his palm out so they could climb on. 

“We’re you, Mista,” one shouted. 

“Yeah! We’re you! We’re hungry, Mista,” another one cried. 

“Feed us, Mista!” 

~~~

Giorno had always been laughed at, jeered at. For as long as he could remember. But now that everybody wanted to be around him, he wasn’t sure how he felt about it. He was definitely much more attractive than before. 

He remembers being very sick, unable to move, unsure if he wanted the blankets on or off. But when he woke the next morning, his hair was blond and his face was sharper. 

Nobody recognized him. Or remembered him, for when he told him their names, there was no trace of recognition there. He wasn’t sure why. 

But he was sure about one thing: the ghost following him around. It was gorgeous, if not creepy. It looked sleek and smooth, but when Giorno touched it- him, he thought to himself- he was rough and coarse. He felt like a naked cat. 

Giorno didn’t know the ghost had superpowers until he was fiddling with his pencil while he studied, thinking about how much he’d rather be at the frog pond, playing with the frogs. 

His pencil slipped from his hands and it became pliant, soft. It morphed into the perfect shape of a common frog. It even croaked!

He leaned down to take a closer look. It was a beautiful frog. 

With his hand brought down to its level, it hopped onto his hand. 

What a beautiful specimen. A wonderful little pet. He knew, however, that holding the frog for too long in a dry hand would be harmful to the creature, so he set it back down on his desk. 

It hopped onto his window sill and sat there for the rest of the time he studied. 

He thought this was the most it could do. He was wrong. He was very very wrong. On his way to school from the dormitories one morning, a woman approached him. She was tall. Very tall. Her head was shaved and her eyes were beady. 

She stared at him for a long while, not doing anything. When Giorno attempted to walk away, she put her arm out to stop him. “May I…help you, ma’am?”

“Are you Giorno Giovanna,” she questioned, no hesitance. 

He narrowed his eyes at her. “Who’s asking?”

No sooner after that, she stepped back and a ghost appeared behind her. This ghost was a lot smaller than Giorno’s own, but from the sheer power it resonated, the blond felt it was safe to be cautious. 

The ghost readied its arms as if it were going to fight Giorno, which was ridiculous. It was the size of a ragdoll, he could just swat it away. But then, the ghost’s arms and torso and legs had actual spikes growing out of them. 

Then, it lunged at him and he rolled to the ground to avoid being cut and tackled. 

“Your father and his group of followers took everything from me,” she snarled. “I’ll make sure he pays. By killing his son!”

The ghost attacked him again, firing something at him. He had to duck before it hit him, so he couldn’t get a good look at it. 

He didn’t even want to, he just focused on getting to school and away from this psycho woman. Unfortunately, fate had other plans for him. The ghost chased him all the way to his school. He was huffing and puffing clouds of steam against the cold winter air. 

“Dio will pay!”

There was another attempt at stabbing him with her stupid ghost thing. He wasn’t in a position that would allow him to move fast enough and his own ghost stirred up in front of him protectively. 

He watched his ghost with wariness. What was he doing?

Then, it gently touched a pebble on the ground, watching as it mutated and grew bigger- a tree. A huge sycamore tree. Those don’t even grow natively in Italy, let alone on the side of a canal. 

But the woman targeting him huffed indignantly and stomped her foot. “Stop struggling! Your father deserves this! He deserves to suffer!”

She was being unbelievably childish. He didn’t even know his father. 

So, his ghost could not only make frogs, but sycamore trees, as well? He wondered if he could make any species of tree or frog…

Her stand continued to bat at him and he continued to evade and dodge every attack. It was tiring. He was going to run out of stamina soon. The woman seemed to be aware, as she smirked and jutted out her hip smugly. “Tired yet, Giovanna?”

He grit his teeth and, as a last resort, had his own ghost create a wall of some sort of vine between him and the lady. She gawked in surprise and he took this moment as an opportunity to regain his stamina for a short moment. 

When he looked closer, he realized that these were grapevines. With ripe grapes. He plucked one from the vine and winced as he felt a strand of hair from his head was pulled out. By what, Giorno didn’t know. There was a sinking suspicion that it was from the grape he’d just pulled off the vine. He tossed the grape onto the ground to be safe. 

He stood back up and willed his ghost to fly towards her and punch at her stomach. Apparently, she wasn’t expecting it to happen and she grunted with the impact. She flew so far away and he took this opportunity to run. He didn’t bother calling the police, he knew they weren’t much help and by the time they’d get there, he’d probably be dead. 

So he just ran and ran and ran away from her. He got to class just as the bell rang and a few other classmates sent him weird glances. He sat in his seat and slumped so he wouldn’t make eye contact with anyone. He was sweaty and he was out of breath and he couldn’t even focus in class. And it was only 8:30 in the morning.

[fountainpenguin]

What do you think of TUFF Puppy? I see a lot of people give it flack for one reason or another, but do YOU think that’s warranted? Would you recommend the show at all? Hopefully that’s not a loaded questions. Thanks!

I was able to watch the show with my free 1-month trial on Hulu (as opposed to buying the episodes on Amazon or something), so that’s always nice, and it was a good way to keep entertained during my study breaks this semester.

I previously wrote out my general thoughts about “T.U.F.F.” in THIS post just after I finished my binge-watchif you’d like to read that too. I can expand on some thoughts in more detail more below the cut.

“T.U.F.F. Puppy” isn’t the first show that pops into my head as a recommendation for its genre (“WordGirl” is the superior crime-fighting cartoon in my mind). When it comes to secret agents, I do enjoy a good “Bruno the Kid” for its wit, slow burn character development, and the fact that some of its villains legitimately die. And when it comes to cartoons that really explore animal behavior and what it would be like to live in an anthro animal world, I’d point first to “My Gym Partner’s a Monkey.”

But for what it’s worth, “T.U.F.F. Puppy” was enjoyable. It didn’t feel like a repetitive Monster of the Week show and it had its share of fun and engaging plots. There were some worldbuilding elements I really enjoyed (such as laws protecting endangered species - including villains - and the aquarium doubling as prison for aquatic criminals). There were some fun animal behaviors that I enjoyed seeing anthropormorphized, such as Kitty bringing people dead mice to express affection and the Chief (who is a flea) sneaking drinks of Keswick’s blood when he gets hungry. Many of the jokes were creative and worked for me- for example, a background character ended up committing crimes solo for a day because his usual partners in crime were on jury duty.

It is a show aimed at 7-year-olds, so it has its share of simplistic characterizations, crude humor, and a preference for action over long-term character development. And blood. There will be blood.There are a few continuity issues as well, but they’re pretty minor details. If you’ve enjoyed the other Hartman shows and are itching for something to watch this summer, it’s a fun choice if you can find it for free. I will say that now that I’ve watched it, it’s fair game for headcanons and ‘fic allusions.

I’ve been re-watching the series with my little brother (skipping around to see my favorites instead of going chronologically this time) and it’s been enjoyable. He’s gotten really into it and we like quoting random lines at each other (There’s an entire song about how to defuse a nuclear bomb that we’re particularly fond of).

The way I see it, if you go into it with an open mind, you’ll enjoy it, and if you go into it looking for reasons to dislike it, you’ll find them. I’ve been thinking about it for a few weeks now and I think that “T.U.F.F.” might actually be my second favorite of the Hartman shows. I’m more biology-minded than tech-minded and worldbuilding-oriented than action-oriented. I could never get interested in much about “Danny Phantom” except Youngblood psychology, and as much as I adore Mikey being a manipulative narcissist, the rest of “Bunsen Is a Beast” is a little hit or miss for me. 

I enjoyed how “T.U.F.F.” really drew me into the world. If you watch the show starting from Episode 1, you learn everyone’s names extremely quickly. That means every major character at T.U.F.F., every single villain, and every henchman every villain has. I believe the exteriors (and some interior rooms) of every major character’s home were seen within the first half of Season 1, except Keswick’s which was seen in Season 2. We even learned the streets of several major locations. Details like that helped strengthen my belief in the world and follow along without getting lost. Villains were often defeated through clever plots rather than just punching them into submission, which was nice too, and they were a nice blend of being goofy and legitimately threatening.

Feel free to skip anything containing the Caped Cod, though, because he’s a piece of work and you’re not missing much.

Character-wise, I would have liked to see more female characters, and more villains too. One of the awesome things about “WordGirl” is that is has a truly massive pool of villains to draw from, and they’re all fleshed out in lovely shades of moral gray. In “T.U.F.F.” you will get the same few villains over and over again, so you’d better learn to like them. Some of the villains didn’t appeal to me, while others are fascinating from a psychology / writing perspective.

I wasn’t very interested in Snaptrap (the show’s main antagonist) during my first watch. He’s your typical evil megalomaniac, but he’s also dumber than bricks and doesn’t have a lot of redeeming qualities to choose from. During my second watch, however, he’s grown on me. I’ve realized that I like him more when I listen to what he says instead of overthinking what he does. He’s probably the funniest character in the entire show, and has a whole slew of quirky lines like “If I’m so dumb, why have I been getting away with slowly poisoning you?” and “I love our new crib! It was an impulse buy. (Gasp!) We should steal a baby to put in it!” One of his quirks is that ambiguity trips him up, so he’s easily confused and has a lot of quasi-insightful thoughts about mundane things… it’s hilarious.

Snaptrap’s not that bright, but he’s incredibly impulsive with a knack for building destructive weapons and promptly losing them. He also has a streak of affection for kids and is a surprisingly good parent when put in that position (He’s absolutely the type who would encourage his kids to follow their dreams and would support them every step of the way, which is an interesting quality for a villain). Literally the first thing he did when he realized he’d accidentally cloned himself was send his clone into the world to live the happy life he didn’t get to have. He grows on me more and more each day. He’s fun.

I like the Chameleon (the second main antagonist of the show) a lot. I favor neutral characters, and the Chameleon tends to base his loyalties on the kindness others show him. Sadly for him, both the good guys and the bad guys find him clingy and annoying, so he ends up ping-ponging back and forth between whichever side he believes will cause him the least amount of pain (When he knows he’s upset powerful enemies, he’ll try to hide in either jail or witness protection to avoid facing consequences).

His motives for most crimes are hilariously petty. He’ll target vacation spots where he had a bad experience or attempt to burn the whole city because he thinks the heating company takes advantage of him for being cold-blooded. He’s the type of villain who commits international crimes purely to earn the “international criminal” bragging rights, but he’s also the type of villain who will drive random strangers to the airport mid-crime attempt despite it being out of his way. He’s described himself as someone who “doesn’t always make the best choices, but you just can’t help rooting for anyway.”

The Chameleon is arguably the smartest of the main villain trio, but his weakness is that he’ll let his “friends” walk all over him in a desperate attempt to maintain one-sided friendships. In Season 2 he got himself tangled in a terribly abusive relationship with his girlfriend and is completely in denial that she’s only interested in him for his money. He’s exactly the type of quirky villain I’m interested in. I’d love to tap inside his head for a ‘fic or two.

The third main villain, Bird Brain, isn’t one of my favorites. I did enjoy a lot of the minor villains, such as the members of F.L.O.P.P. (the Fiendish League of Potential Perpetrators) who think they’re way more evil than they really are. Meerkat is particularly interesting. He’s obviously in the criminal business for fame rather than fortune, but planning isn’t his strong suit. He can organize a get-together, put together an evil lair, scout for useful weapons, he’s great at pep talks, he has connections- he can do EVERYTHING on the spectrum to put a criminal organization in motion, except actually think up ambitious plans. He works so hard, but he’s his own worst enemy.

He’s like an evil secretary.He really needs a boss to design plans for him and keep him on track and pat him on the head and tell him he’s doing a good job. If Snaptrap ever took him into D.O.O.M. (and listened to him), he’d have organization and Meerkat would have muscle. Seeing ‘kat run with the big kids for a day would be interesting, I think.

Anyway, there’s a nice handful of engaging characters in the show and some fun episode plots as well. The worldbuilding is decent, though there’s still room for headcanons to expound upon. I’d recommend it to anyone who thinks they might like it, because if you have a good attitude, you’ll see it as a good show. It has its ups and downs, but it’s cute and clever overall. There are three seasons worth of episodes (Seasons 1 and 2 have 50 individual episodes each) so if you watch it, you’re sure to find something in there you enjoy!

#asks #Anon #Eyyy Hartman gang! #Spy dog show #Vile Verminious #Lonely lizard #No mere cat #The tag I should check later

[kianlonplayspokemon]

Pokémon Alpha Sapphire Nuzlocke: Day 2

Total Deaths: 0

Current Party: Picante the Torchic, Perrito the Poochyena, Avión the Wingull, Máscara the Zigzagoon, Dos the Zigzagoon, Pelota the Silcoon

So the first thing I did after catching Pelota was of course to run my ass back to Petalburg City to heal and immediately stick him and Dos in the PC. Because I really wanted to have some kind of back-up plan in case I whited out against my most formidable adversary thus far... Team Aqua Grunt with his level 9 Poochyena.

Well, okay, he had a name but I forgot it because I didn’t have time to write this journal on the same day I played. Anyways, I was nervous because I knew that Poochyena would spam Sand Attack and Howl (in that order) and if I couldn’t knock it out, my pretty low-defense team would be screwed.

Naturally, the best way for me to counter this was not to send out Avión, who’s immune to accuracy loss but at this point very weak. No, I just had Máscara do a ton of sand attacks of his own, and then swapped him out with Perrito to finish the fight.

So I saved the Devon Researcher from this guy and finally made it to Rustboro to challenge Petra. She promised to be a huge threat because only one out of my four Pokémon knew any moves that would be effective. My Wingull.

I’m not looking up typing/attacks/walkthroughs on this run. I didn’t pay attention to her Dex entry. So at this point, I think, oh crap: I have a flying-type. If even one Rock Tomb lands on her, my run ends here. I did attempt to catch another ‘mon before starting the gym, and I did successfully get Volar the Taillow on Route 116. 

My party was all around level 13 when I waltzed on into the gym. Avión took down all the gym trainers with ease, and all their Geodudes with Sturdy tried to Defense Curl with their brief second chances at life, so I was feeling pretty good. At least, about Petra’s Geodude, which was killed in short order. 

The Nosepass, though... that Nosepass is tough. So I sent out Máscara to use Charm and Sand Attack until its attack and accuracy were so low that I thought I’d be safe from Rock Tomb.

And... I was right. Guess what? Not only is Wingull a pure water-type I guess, when Rock Tomb improbably managed to actually hit, it only did 6 damage thanks to my charming Zigzagoon. After a few Water Guns, Nosepass was defeated and Petra gave me my first gym badge. 

Bruno showed up after that and thankfully didn’t re-match me so I went to Rusturf Tunnel, hoping to find any encounter. Well, and I had to get the Devon Goods back and advance the plot and stuff, but I mostly wanted to find a Whismur. I didn’t see one after three minutes of running, so I just fought Team Aqua over Sr. Arenque’s Wingull and received his eternal gratitude.

...and some errands from Devon Corp. Good thing Sr. Arenque said I could sail with him whenever, because now that I got the dang parts back I have to deliver them to Slateport, and I have to bring a letter to the president’s son Máximo. Yay.

I found out that Marcial was the easiest gym leader ever. Picante didn’t do anything during that battle, but Volar one-shot everything with Wing Attack despite being under-leveled, which gave him [Picante] enough XP to evolve.

After I got that second badge I figured I’d better do that errand and found Molestoso the Zubat in Granite Cave. I also found Máximo, who was muttering about Primal Kyogre and Mega Evolution in front of a rad cave drawing. I’m sure that won’t be important later.

Also in Dewford, I discovered that I can no longer make the entire populace say “Your Mother”, which is very sad. But I did get the Old Rod and since Dewford Town has water... that’s an ecounter, baby!

An encounter with Pez the Magikarp, who I almost accidentally knocked out. Whoops. He got sent to the box automatically, where he will live with Molestoso until such a time as they are needed. Volar has earned at least a temporary spot on the team thanks to his stellar performance with the Fighting Gym. All in all, a good day. Next stop: Slateport.

Total Deaths: 0. 

Current Party: Picante the Combusken, Perrito the Poochyena, Avión the Wingull, Máscara the Zigzagoon, Volar the Taillow

#pokemon nuzlocke #pokemon alpha sapphire #pokemon alpha sapphire nuzlocke #kianlon's alpha sapphire nuzlocke #holy crap can't believe stat change moves were so clutch there #mascara didn't learn any attacking moves until i got cut #he is finally earning his keep

[aye-fucking-aye]

A Choice: Hamilton Fanfic (Fem!Reader x Alexander, John, Hercules, and Lafayette) Chapter 3: Karaoke Time

Summary: The boys were your best friends, you loved them. And they loved you. But what happens when their love runs deeper than friendship? Will they manage to suppress their feelings for you or will they be willing to sacrifice their friendship to be with you. Either way, you have to make a choice.

Disclaimer: I don’t own any Hamilton characters, those all belong to the great Lin-Manual Miranda.  I don’t own any songs mentioned in this part. Also I obviously don’t live in New York so I don’t know how Karaoke One 7 actually looks like, I just thought of it as a karaoke booth rental kind of thing. sorry if that’s wrong. 

Author’s note: Okay, I wanted this up a little earlier today, but alas, real life duties called. But it’s here now, so I hope you like it. I highly suggest listening to at least a little bit of the songs mentioned here to get more of an experience. Also, I’m working on a special chapter that you guys are gonna love. As usual, please don’t repost. Anyway here it is, chapter 3, hope you enjoy!! Edit: This has a cluster of foul language so, beware. I don’t really know ratings So I’m just gonna say Rated T, okay I’m done. 

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You stood in your room for a minute thinking over the situation at hand. You didn’t want to cause a drama and confront them about this right now, they wanted to have fun and relax today. Yet, you couldn’t ignore the presence of this dilemma. Did you really have to choose?

‘Fuck, why is this happening now?’ You thought in frustration.

You pushed these thoughts to the back of your mind. You had a stressful week at work; you and the boys needed to relax. So with that you showered and changed into a nice pair of black jeans, a gray shirt, an oversized pink hoodie, an oversized jean jacket over, and finally slipped on some gray booties. You decided on light makeup today and blow dried your hair.

You heard a knock on your bedroom door and turned to see Alex poke his head in.

“Hey, Y/N, we’re ready to go. Are you ready?” Alex asked you, opening the door wider.

You nodded and grabbed your bag with all the things you needed. “Yeah let’s go,” You said as you left your room. You meet the guys at the door and headed out.

Your mind was still a bit dazed and you had a weird feeling in your stomach, but you tried to shake it off as best as you could.

“So, which karaoke place are we going to again?” You asked.

“We’re going to the one on 17th St,” John answered. He put his hand on your lower back, leaning into you slightly.

You visibly tensed at his touch. John took notice and he looked at you in confusion and mild hurt. You mentally cursed yourself for overthinking his gesture. You smiled at him and grabbed his arm in an attempt to cheer him up.

“Karaoke One 7, right? That’s my favorite one! Let’s go so we can get a booth,” you cheered.

John smiled again and let you lead him in front of the group. He looked behind him at the rest of the guys and wiggled his eyebrows. The other three gentlemen only scoffed and glared at the cocky, curly dipshit.

You didn’t noticed the interaction, too concentrated on scolding yourself for reacting so negatively. It was a normal gesture, somethings all the guys have done, it didn’t mean anything.

You loosened up a bit and started joking with the boys, talking and laughing all the way till you reached the karaoke place. It was a bit crowded, but not by much, since it was still a bit early.

You and Laf went up to the register and asked for a booth. After you ordered drinks and paid for two hours in the karaoke booth, you went inside and instantly started looking up songs to sing.

“I’m first! I already know which song I want to sing!” Alex yelled at the group.

Herc rolled his eyes playfully at him.”Fine, go ahead,” he said.

Alex grinned and looked up the song, he punched the number in and waited for it to pop up.

When the first beat rang out, everybody but Alexander groaned. He had put on Danza Kuduro by Don Omar. Alex had a strange obsession with this song, mostly because it was sung by a Puerto Rican. Also, it was a classic song to dance too.

Alex started dancing to the beat; a stupid grin on his face. You laughed and began to clap along to the beat. All the other boys watched in amusement at Alex’s ridiculous dancing.

Then he started singing, the words falling naturally out of his mouth. You laughed and saw the other boys cheering him on.

“Yeah, Alex! Sing it, baby!” Laurens shouted, tears in his eyes from laughing to much.

Alex winked and started moving his hips in a sensual way, looking at you the whole time. You blushed and snorted at his actions.

When it came to the rapping part, he went and pulled you out of your seat. Before you can protest, he was already twirling you and making you dance with him. You gave up and decided to dance.

You twirled and shook your hips, letting Alex lead you around. You’ll admit, you were a decent dancer and you weren’t afraid to shake what your mama gave you.

The song ended with Alex twirling you into his arms. You smiled up at him, before detaching yourself and giving a bow. You turned to Alex and he took a bow too.

The boys, although a bit peeved, smiled at the performance because you looked liked you had fun. You and Alex both sat down on the leather couch, a bit out of breathe.

“Alright, who’s next?” You asked, still slightly panting.

Lafayette stood up quickly and winked at the group. “Prepare to be amazed, mon amis.” He said with confidence.

Everyone waited in anticipation, wondering what Laf was gonna sing, however, no one was prepared to hear Rihanna’s Disturbia come on.

“What the fuck?” Alex exclaimed, surprise evident on his face.

Laf simply shushed him and started reciting the words on the screen. To be honest, it was a good match. Laf’s romantic accent complimented the seductive tone of the song. A wink in your direction proved that he knew it too, cheeky bastard.

Throughout the song, Lafayette danced suggestively and even unbuttoned a few buttons on his shirt. Multiple times he leaned really close to your face, holding your chin, and singing as if you were the only one in the room.

‘This cheeky bastard is trying to seduce me/her,’ everyone thought as they watched Lafayette.

He sang his last note, still forcing you to look at him. You stayed in that position until Hercules moved Laf’s face away from yours.

“Okay, you had your fun, fuckboi, now let me show you how it’s really done,” Herc teased.

Lafayette sat down a bit annoyed, but still satisfied.

Herc typed in the numbers to his song and waited patiently.  “This one goes out to a very special someone in this room,” Herc yelled out excitedly.

“Aw, that’s sweet Herc, thank you. But you’re not my type,” John teased, smirking.

Hercules flipped him off. “Not you, you asshat, Y/N.”

‘Aww, how sweet.’ You thought.

You almost screamed when you heard the opening of Beyonce’s Drunk in Love, then started cheering.

“Yess! Queen! Sing it, Herc!” You yelled out, clapping like a damn seal.

Hercules absolutely killed this song. He sang Beyonce’s part perfectly, his gruff and soft voice made it seem like this song was made for him. He even did the fucking giggle. Herc was already a great rapper, so when Jay Z’s part came on, it was no surprise that he killed that part too.

At one point, Hercules even pulled you up and you both did ridiculous dance moves, trying to imitate Beyonce’s dance moves, but failing miserably. When the song ended, you both decided to end in a dabbing pose. Because, why not?

Everyone clapped and laughed at you two. You sat down, Hercules sitting next to you.

“Johnny boy, you’re up.” Alex said to John.

John grinned and stood up. “Alright, for this song can I have a lovely assistant up here with me, please?” John asked, looking pointedly at you.

Lafayette stood up before you could even think. Everyone laughed, including John.

“Nice try, baguette, sit your ass down. Y/N?” John looked at you questionably.

You nodded and sat on the chair he put out in front of the room. You had a feeling you knew what he was gonna do, but you also knew it was gonna be hilarious.

John put his song on and the opening of Bruno Mars’ That’s What I Like started. John soon began to sing and dance. There was no doubt that John was the best dancer, his athletic background helping him be able to move his godlike body any way he likes. So there was also no doubt that John was gonna use his dancing as a way to seduce you. More specifically, he was give you a lap dance. Lucky girl.

He started off slow, not on your lap yet, just simply shaking his ass and thrusting the air a few times. On the words,”Jump in the cadillac”, he literally jumped on you and slowly started grinding against you. You blushed and squealed a bit, but you were laughing, trying not to think much about it.

He stayed on your lap the whole song, making your hands touch his body and tug his hair. John’s singing was phenomenal, but he purposely made his voice a bit huskier than normal, just to get more of a reaction out of you. He was tempted to take his shirt off, but didn’t want to get his ass kicked by his other friends, so he kept it on. You were a blushing mess when the song ended and he got off you.

John, noticing your red face, smiled in triumph and turned to see the rest of the guys. Their faces held forced smiles and threatening glares, but refrained from saying anything. Although it was obvious they did not enjoy the little show. John only stuck his tongue out at them.

‘Two points for me,’ John thought confidently.

“Babygirl, it’s your turn to pick a song.” John said, sitting back down next to Alexander.

You looked through the book of songs, unsure of which one you wanted. After a couple minutes, you still didn’t have a clue to what song you wanted to sing, until you found one of your favorite songs. It was a surprise they had it on here, since it wasn’t a very popular song, but you picked it nonetheless.

“I got it, let’s go!” You stood up confidently. Since you were in the music business, you did sing a lot. You weren’t the best singer, but you could belt out a couple good notes when you wanted too. You weren’t afraid to sing in front of the boys either, since they always hear you singing.

The vocals of Pentatonix came on and you started to sing their song Can’t Sleep Love ft. Tink. It was weird choice for karaoke, but you loved the song and wanted to sing your heart out.

As you sang, your voice came out soft and sweet, putting the boys in a trance. You poured your heart out into this one, singing and yearning for that love that won’t let you sleep. You did little dances as you sang, nothing too extravagant, just small moves that felt right.

The boys couldn’t keep their eyes off you, you looked like an angel in their eyes. You had a smile so bright on, your hair falling gently, your hips swinging in a subtle, sexy way, and you just looked like you didn’t have a care in the world. The song you were singing made their hearts go boom.

You got to the rapping part and, although you didn’t rap often, you felt too confident to back down now. Your voice smooth and flirtatious. Then you hit that high note perfectly.

The boys were hanging on to every word you sang, getting more dazed. As you finished singing that little “yeah” at the end, you opened your eyes and saw all the boys standing up and clapping like crazy.

You blushed and bowed several times, laughing at their silly antics. Then you sat down on your seat, waiting for the next person to go sing.

You were unaware of what the boys were all thinking after you finished singing. They were all thinking the same thing, ‘I want to be her can’t sleep love.’

*Time Skip brought to you by Anthony’s InstaStory (seriously go check it out)*

After two hours, you were all absolutely giddy and a bit buzzed, laughing at the funniest moments you shared there. Especially when all four of the boys decided to sing LMFAO's I’m Sexy and I Know It. You could not get over how into it all the boys were. It will forever be one of your favorite memories.

“Hey friends, let’s go get a quick bite at my cafe and then head to my place to change for the club later.” Lafayette suggested. You all nodded in agreement.

You all had some emergency clothes stashed somewhere in each other's apartments, since whenever you guys hanged out together, most likely you’ll all sleep over at one person’s space. Just like they did at your house yesterday.

You all started walking towards Lafayette’s cafe. Everything normal and fun. Your mind had completely forgotten the boy’s affections for you, letting you be in blissful denial. Soon enough, however, it’ll come back in full force.

#hamilton #hamiltrash #alexander hamilton #hamilton fanfics #john laurens #marquis de lafayette #hercules mulligun #alexander hamiliton x reader #john laurens x reader #marquis de lafayette x reader #hercules mulligun x reader #don't repost

[d-noona]

AERO

SUMMARY: In a future of political, economic and moral collapse, a genetically enhanced superhuman prototype named Y/N escapes from military confines and dwells amidst the decadent underground street life of *Seoul* to avoid government agents who want to bring her back into the fold.

Word Count: 1409

Jeon Jungkook x Reader

M.List | Ch. 13

Chapter 12 – Finding Project Aero

Present are two field operatives seen earlier posted outside the laundromat. Agent Lydecker and Sandoval, being debriefed by a man seated behind a desk. He’s silhouetted against white-hot slats of the South Korea sun fighting through partially closed Venetian blinds. From the black gloved hand sorting through a stack of grainy 8x10 surveillance photos, shows White.

“We been set up on Ardiente thirty six hours and so far, nothing.” Says Sandoval providing the report to their Senior Commander. Lydecker jumps in defense for his comrade “A few customer complaints, the dryer ate my money, rinse cycles not long enough. That kinda thing.” Sandoval follows giving the final report “And three or four P.I, clients. Strictly run the mill. I don’t think this guy can help us Sir.”

The black glove sifts through a pile of photographs taken at Ardiente’s. Holding the one of Y/N’s a moment before casting it aside. Then White stands, paces, musing aloud “Twenty three computer hits from one detective. He browses Daegu DMV records from ten years ago, employment files on health care personnel working in the Gillette area around the same time. Then he searches prison records for unidentified males and females approximately twenty to thirty years old. And you want me to believe its happenstance?”

Sandoval and Lydecker exchanges a knowing look. Lydecker butts in “Since the pulse there’ve been how many thousand missing person searches. This is probably one of them. And nothing in those searches or our surveillance connect him with Aero.”

White crosses to a wall displaying a row of ID photographs of the hybrids prior to their physical changes with military haircuts. Seen on the wall were Hoseok, Taehyung, Jondy, Max and Y/N. Whie studies the photos a long moment, shakes his head “NO. He’s trying to track down these Hybrids, and we are not going to do anything to get in his way.”

By the hospital supply room, a window was being jimmied from the outside. It slowly slides open, revealing Y/N hanging upside down. She reaches in, grasping the window casement with each hand to steady herself, then gracefully somersaults into the room, landing on both feet. She goes to the corridor, opens it a crack and peers out, then heads into a dimly lit, dingy hospital corridor. Y/n makes her way down, passing a couple of corpse-laden gurneys waiting to be taken to the morgue whenever somebody gets around to it. She peers into a couple of hospital rooms at patients being warehoused more than healed.

Finally she sees what she’s looking for. She approached a bed where Jungkook lies unconscious, hooked up to monitors, bandaged, I.V.’s running, etc. Y/n just looks at him, a dispassionate expression on her face, then without emotion she speaks “Sure looks like you pissed off the wrong folks.”

She pulls open the drawer to the bedside table, takes out his wallet, hoes through it, but it’s empty. She shrugs “Damn. Nurses beat me to it.” She flops into a chair, puts her feet up on the hospital bed, then opines wisely “Could’ve told ya. You take the header into the deep end when the pool’s empty, you’re gonna go splat. Law of gravity. And even Jesus Christ himself had to obey the law of gravity. For a while anyway. Well, better you than me.”

She continues her monologue as she hears something out in the hall, gets to her feet then presses herself flat against the wall. Through the doorway an orderly approaches carrying a tray of meds. He slows as he passes Jungkook’s room, casting a long look at Jungkook’s comatose form, then continues on. After a moment Y/N continues “The one I feel sorry for is that poor woman with the kid. She should’ve told you to stick it like I did. But she brought your crap about “doing what’s right”…dumb as bitch.”

As Y/N crosses to the window, lifts a slat of the Venetian blinds and peers into the night. She sees a figure moving. She turns to Jungkook and continues with her soliloquy “Just so you know, I don’t feel the slightest guilt about not watching her back, that’s on you hot shot. One hundred percent.”

Y/N’s night vision operates as she focuses on a figure moving furtively on the roof across the street. Her night vision zooms in as per pupils dilate. Her eyes focusing just like a camera lens would. The figure removes a rifle from its case, then screws on a scope. She can make out the features of a not unattractive man in his late 20’s. Y/N turns away, then nonchalantly walks over to Jungkook’s bed and begins to maneuver it toward the door.

“I probably oughta let em’ finish the job. At least then you won’t get more innocent people whacked on accounts of your ambition for world peace. On the other hand you did lay the statue on me which I was able to fence for a couple of bucks.” As she wheels Jungkook bed out into the hospital corridor. She yanks the toe tag off one of the corpses and maneuvers its gurney into Jungkook’s room. She positions the corpse where Jungkook’s bed had been, then quickly scoots out into the corridor as she ducks into a room across the hall just as a gunman steps out of the stairwell, sprays Jungkooks room with machine gun fire, then vanishes back into the stairwell. After a beat, y/m emerges with Jungkook as she heads for the exit past the orderly who comes running at the sound of all the commotion.

Y/n enters Jungkook’s apartment. Dark. Empty. Then a sound as Y/N navigates through the darkness to Jungkook’s computer console – command central for his information network. Y/N takes a seat, logs on, accessing Jungkook’s myriad data files and types in SONRISA, EDGAR. A file comes up on the screen. Y/n clicks on – Employees and Associates. She begins scrolling through the file of mug shots of Sonrisa’s enforcers, lieutenants, etc. a generally loathsome crew. Y/n shivers as she reads through and mutters “Yech, makes me wanna take a shower.” Then she stumbles upon a familiar face. “BINGO!” the face of the shooter, cold, merciless.

Y/N looks up at a sound coming from down the hall. She listens a moment, then after a beat she pushes away from the console and goes to further investigate. Hearing the creak of a floorboard, she snags a vase off the mantle, raises it like a truncheon and continues into the hallway. Y/n negotiates through the darkness, her back against the wall. Suddenly, a figure lunges at her. Y/n ducks, catches the assailant by the throat, pinning him to the wall, about to deliver a cranium crack with the vase when she recognizes Janna. She lets go immediately “Damn, are you alright?” y/n asks.

“They took my sister” as Janna dissolves in tears. “They won’t hurt her” as Y/N assures her. Janna desperately want so believe y/n but she can’t. Y/N presses reassurance “Your sister is the only leverage they have to keep you quiet.” Janna beseeches for Y/n’s help “Can you help me get her back?”

“I will” as y/n looks into Janna’s imploring eyes. Y/N pulls Janna over back into Jungkooks study. They sat in front of the computer console. Y/n indicates to Janna the mug shot on the screen. “This is the shooter who tried to finish of Jungkook. Works for Sonrisa, surprise, surprise…” as both Y/N and Janna read the attackers profile “Bruno Anselmo, born 1990, served in Iraq, dishonorable discharge, armed robbery, assault, attempted rape – your basic renaissance dirt bag.” But Janna was too absorbed by worry to pay attention she crooks up her neck to Y/N, pushes her hair back with a tear stained face “If I give myself up in exchange for Juliette would you make sure she’s okay?”

Y/N discards Janna’s idea “Were not going that route. Sonrisa’s not someone you make deals with.” While y/n continues to search on Jungkook’s monitor. “What else can we do?” Janna responds not knowing where else to go or what to do next.

“Like I said, this isn’t my regular line of work, so I’m making it up as I go.” Y/N then instructs Janna to stay put at Jungkook’s apartment. Gives her further instruction to take care of the man now in his comatose form. Y/n also provided Janna steps on how to go about the mission that she now has.

#jeon jungkook x reader #BANGTAN SONYEANDAN #BTS #KIM NAMJOON #KIM SEOKJIN #min yoongi x reader #JUNG HOSEOK #PARK JIMIN #KIM TEAHYUNG #FANFIC #ACTION ROMANCE

[crystalelemental]

And done. Not too bad barring one awful hiccup. I’m sure you can guess who.

The fucking audacity of DeNA, releasing a focus with Cynthia, with a 0.166% rate of appearance, which only gets 22 single pulls and no spark, and then having a Ground-weak Koga. Absolute bastards. Anyway, Jasmine is Poison immune and good against physical, so the status condition buff for this phase went well. It’s been a while since I used the non-BP Erika team, but it’s nice to break these two out sometimes.

I could’ve killed Bruno. Just ended his entire like with SS Lusamine. But when a Psychic-weak stage happens I have to give Caitlin room to play around, and it’s not my fault he went down first try despite no MPR on Don’t Bore Me. Only +4 and he still got dunked by a non-EX 5*. Weenie award.

Karen wasn’t too bad, just the general spook of “will Lusamine make it in time?” She did. It wasn’t that close. I brought SS Blue since I figured why not, he buffs real crit and defense, it’ll be great. And then he died in three hits, so whoopsie.

Look, I just feel bad for Will. I can’t give him the weenie award because this just wasn’t fair. What’s he supposed to do?

Lance. Okay, so, listen. N is seriously failing to impress. I know, I know this is my own fault for not EXing him. But I shouldn’t need to do that for him to do his job. And he was outright incapable of doing his job in this scenario. The sides’ AoE spam took him out with horrific ease. Also I’m mad at Sonia for failing to get MPR at all in five of the first six attempts. Ten rolls with a 30% chance and you seriously missed all of them?! So I eventually gave up, and decided you know what, Lance isn’t even a real dragon trainer, Gyarados isn’t even a dragon, we’re gonna show you what for it mean to be real super dragon trainer. So Iris obliterated him. And I do mean that literally. 24k off type first sync. It was almost unfair. Almost. But yeah, I guess Lance gets the big tough guy award, though I blame this on my lack of effective electric-type damaging units.

#pokemon masters #champion stadium

[bandofholyjoy-blog]

IT GETS LOCKED UP IN YOUR CHEST: MICHAEL BRANDON IN HAITI... Things get locked in your chest. Your chest-corporeal, I mean. You can be as stalwart as you wish, but things……get locked…. in your chest. Part One:   “What The Hell - Where Am I?” Forget that there was no ceiling over the majority of the house, yes, that is correct, no roofing. The impact was particularly “lofty," in that huge, arena-esque space ; a baby bird’s mouth at spit-feed time, indeed, the "living room.” We had mango trees where most homes had bookcases. They rose up and up, practically touching the stars, in my ripe, 11-year old imagination. Forget the (massive) mosquito nets , compulsory to sleep under (you best believe: Malaria and "This-or That”, killer fever). Forget the adult-male-hand-sized tarantulas, and how they’d drop on my fucking head, in that "Uniball Signo-207-level,” inky-blackness... of the country’s foul, microwave nights. Forget the omnipresent, after-dark-bats, or the violent chickens (yes) that would “entertain”, on random, possessed evenings. All of the unwanted guests, they had an oceanic entrance, and then some, through aforementioned, ‘negative-roofing.” I recall my mother, with broom-as-rapier, beating back those truculent, pecking , rabid-assed chickens. They behaved like They were, but I’ve never heard of rabies-infected fowl. WTF =  indeed. WTF was in the feed? Forget it all. Forget that I’m in Port-au-Prince, and it is 1977. From Park Avenue to Haiti ; I can envision the Off-Broadway, musical tragicomedy. “Why Mommy, Whhhhhy?” would  be the opening number. The Backdrop of glimmering, rubbish-free Park Avenue  sidewalks would be crumpled by a drop sheet festooning over the previous one ; the new background, blaring sunshine, highlighting makeshift huts, skeletal dogs and cats, and a woman encumbered or emboldened…via eight, weaved baskets (of varying size and weight) atop the crown of her head. “Ha," indeed. All traces of levity now-removed, as I type the name:  “Baby" Doc Duvalier. Forget the sight of him. The sight of a pinguid, nasty, ever-smirking menace, as he pierced the open sunroof of a too-long limousine ; all that was missing was a hood decal of the reaper. Forget that feculent beast, hurling coins to armless / legless children. I’m talking about kids that were my age and (much) younger. The sight of the children, literally tearing each other apart for a meagre allotment of coins... Let’s forget it. These were the same children, I’d consistently gift my sneakers, shirts, pants( everything) to. I’d walk home through those  seemingly endless, sugar cane fields, “home”….back to the haunted house, only to be greeted by mother-irate. To be fair, my mom was "half-irate.” It only pissed her off that she’d have to order me more clothes from the U.S.A . An overtly-charitable nature , innate. I’m serious. Was this a somatic mutation, only, in behavioral format? I was this way from birth. It can be grotesque, the kill-with-kindness shtick. I assure you, I have no freaking idea - why. WhyI’ve been this way. I do not choose this bizarre, saintly shit , do I? You will pay the price for kindness. Oh man, will you pay ; you'll even be despised for it. “You’d feed a starving dog and let yourself die.” My mother used to say that to me, and often. Would I? Hell if I know the answer to that question. I hope the answer is: “no way." I’d defend my recurring actions. "They were missing limbs!” t’was my clarion wail. My plea for the: "amputated-for-god-knows-why…” kids. I still do not know why so many were limbless. I’m assuming, petty transgressions (food theft?) ; these beautiful, still-smiling children, ever-clamouring for my clothing and shoes. Damn. Now I’m reminded to forget my truancy. The headmistress of the (country’s best) “Creole / American” school, admonishing my mother: “your child is  too intelligent to attend. Our school is shit. I advise you to stay away." OH! Let us also forget the omnipresent heat,it’s own universe of hatred and scorn…. a heat so pernicious, it incinerated my (American) comic books, literally, to ash. Forget that we’re in Haiti before the term ‘“Sweatshop” was fashionable. In all fairness….My mother has always, always treated anyone, anyone who has worked for her, like bordeline-royalty. She took care of every last person, and still does today. There is no one quite like her…for all the …Wait. Let me not lose focus (snicker!) Mike Brandon, lose focus? Remember. I am trying to forget. Forget my cat showing up at the doorstep with half his brains removed. What ungodly beast did that? I’ve forgotten it. Forget the rank, gamey pigeons we ate. I might not be able to forget... affable Destan. Destan. The ever-smiling, perpetually, (infectiously!) happy houseboy. My mother offered Destan a proper room, but he opted out. Destan preferred the dank, dark, "bird- basement", covered in turkey, dove, pigeon…. you-name-it / “ it’s what’s for dinner!” bird shit. I’m talking about spackle. I”m attempting to verbalize... shit-as-caulk. I’m talking about tenfold layers and layers  of bird crap. I’ll never be able to find the words for the density of that avian, "shit-splosion." The stench alone? OH, dear g….. Forget it. Forget “Hank" - was it? The turkey I loved.You are actually reading this. It’s not a dream. I loved a damn turkey. Wow. What else ya gonna DO in Haiti, ah? Forget that he was served for dinner one night, as Bruno, my mom’s drunkard boyfriend (who I adored, BTW) darted a nefarious grin my way, indeed he did. I called “exemption" on Hank, but, my plea, clearly it meant jack-all. The turkey I claimed as a pet, yep, he was now on my dinner plate. Ahhhh forget the minuscule shit. It only “mattered” to a wussy child, anyway. Let’s get to one “experience,” shall we? One Haiti experience that is probably worth remembering, just for the sheer culture shock and spectacle. A "Cirque Du Wha-HEY!”   that I doubt… any other spoiled, Park Avenue bitch boys got to see. I was a lucky bitch boy, it could be said. Let’s not forget that tidbit. I’d like to forget that Serge, one of the gents who brought me to the “experience,” was (quite a few years later) found tied to a tree, throat slit, ear-to-ear. OK. The experience. Yes. "The Experience." Part Two: “The first time I fainted." Voodoo rituals, to say the least? they are myriad.   I believe the one I endured ; I believe it was a: “Repel Demonic Spirits Ritual." Memories are brutal things, eh? Who  knows what the template for a memory... truly is. Fiction pales. This is, in my opinion? a “level two" (out of ten) true-life shocker. My age played the largest role, as did the country, itself. What a wake-up call. It is unique, and for this reason, and this reason alone, it is possibly worth revisiting. My mother was in her early 30’s. She always worked her ass off, and she partied just as hard. Prime period, Bardot-level beauty (beyond) who took advantage of "nature’s temporary gift.” Fuck you, nature…BTW. My mom was a hardcore player. Some nights I was passed around like an American football. This was one of those nights. “Want to see something endemic to Port-au-Prince?” - something to this effect, but in "layman-ese” ; obviously, he did not use the 50 cent word I supplied. I was with Serge (I forget…I really do forget! )and two others. I was taken to the ceremony by three men who worked for my mother’s sportswear company. Factory employees, oh yes, turned makeshift babysitters. Hoo-rah! My mom was (likely) at the Royal Haitian Casino and Hotel. High-end for Port-au-Prince, this joint was, indeed. Stepping into the Air Conditioned “Royal Haitian,” was akin to attending Epcot Center’s best attraction…if it had one, I mean. My mother was doing  “her thing…” (* never “caved" to self-deprivation, is all I will say) Me, I was in a filthy van. I recall being in that van, for what seemed like ages ; myself and three cackling adults, clearly amped that I was about to be “de-flowered"….erm...in some fashion. “Tonight, we are going to show you the real Haiti!”   Indeed, they were about to show me something, and boy, had I been giddily rapacious. “Authentic  Voodoo Show? Hell yes!” was at the forefront of my already-twisted, little skull. Let’s be honest. This was well before I went crazy. That happened at age 12 and beyond. This was unique, especially for a Park Avenue-born kid. Forget the amorphous mind of the over-zealous, ignorant child ;  good decisions , like batteries….never included. When I wrote: " these rituals were myriad,”or something to this effect, I was imagining a color spectrum. I was told (in 1977) Voodoo Ceremonials took place, for just about any occasion. I cannot verify this, nor have I ever cared to research it, via the web. This was a:  “you’re in over your head”  occasion, because it was: "pre-everything.” I retained innocence, I did,  in 1977. I know that I still had innocence, even when Haiti tried to rend it from me. “Pre-Hell-Dipped-Mikey, and His First Voodoo Ceremony.”   Honestly, this was akin to watching a Shirley Temple film ; I  simply had no comparisons - not yet. I  have to assume, however,   that this was one of the more “epic"(?)  voodoo ceremonies. I mean, if not, then what am I missing? Let us also forge...t that it took place in the middle of freaking nowhere, and in a perfectly grim setting. Central casting and location scout teams? Hell, they’d piss over this package, in it’s entirety. It’s 1977, babe! Woooooooo! I know nothing! Mikey knows nada! I have not even met my dick, yet! Shit, where was I….. The van pulled up where roads terminated, and tangled, foreboding woods claimed dominion, 360 degrees, everywhere you canted your head. So dark, those nights, all of them, in Port-au-Prince. Crickets, oddball,insect noises ;  not much else. We had to foot it to the makeshift “arena”. I recall those bleak woods… The flashlight… “Hold onto my arm” etc. Eventually, I could see the gleam ; the flicker of flames. As we drew near, upright pole-torches guided us past the narrow, dirt pathway, widening until we hit it. I remember thinking: "earth-arena.” I knew it was man-made, but it appeared jungle-birthed,  this stage…OH yeah. A stage forged in dark, dark soil. Serge made sure we got primo seats, as in: a huge-assed log, right in front of “Kaiju Circle" A damp, mossy log, one o...f maybe ten? They served as seats. Primo on the Primitiv-O. Our log. Our front row, ass-pain-delivery-conceyance log. She only required a few handkerchief thwacks , ending or hurling away, maybe a dozen, pesky, fire ants. A soil / dirt circle. A circle large enough to accommodate 20 people. Ornate the concentric designs were, beautiful, to be honest. Detailed, alien-scripture-ephemeral,  as the street paintings that are doomed by foot traffic. The drawings and writing (by stick, I assume) etched inwards from the outer ring, all the way to the center, where the “MC” would eventually take position. The ceremony was mostly comprised of locals, as I’m pretty certain tourists were:  in-absentia. the rumps on those stumps, the bums on that bark. I’m guessing, now... 30 people were in the audience? It was no... "Radiohead gig." Before I was carried to the van, and later briefed about the “finale” I missed… I can relay this much. The “MC” was a young(ish) woman, adorned with feathers and bones. Bone. Bones. Bone through her nose. Small prey. Mammalian = another guess. “Bone Gear.” Wherever her face and naked body ("mondo-regalia,” aside) was not tattooed or pierced by small scraps of metal, there was bone. Rat skulls?  I remember bone. Mucho Hueso. Suddenly came the drums. Loud as hell, this percussion. Man, there was a small army of drummers, banging these upright….tree-stump-type objects. If ever a time was right for earplugs, this was it. The jungle did not absorb that pummeling. I felt it in my body, like a recent, audiophile demo, at Soho's “Stereo Exchange." A beverage was passed around to the spectators, and my “handlers” ensured, and fairly aggressively, that I did not drink from that clay bowl. Four men. Four men Flanked the Priestess (I think this was what they called her), two on her left side, and two on her right side. A (very) young girl scurried forward, carrying some "Tim Burton-looking” cage, comprised of dead palm fronds and mossy bark, set it near the priestess’ feet, then darted back. Her entrance alacrity perfectly paced with her exit speed. Doves. Doves were crammed-tight! Doves! Doves , like concentration camp train victims….crammed in the most repulsive manner.i Thacrap-looking cage. Doves, super-stuffed, like ten marshmallows in a baby Raccoon’s fist. Trust me, I’ve seen it .Same visual. More drums. “When will they start?” The waiting. The endless, percussion-as-punishment. I wanted to bail. Then. Then, it just began. The squeeze. Why? to push the heart upwards - WTF? Then the bite. Surgical, her “bird-headings” were, Yeah. This gal was biting, then spitefully! It was ( a guess?) pre-PETA, but it felt...mega-pear-shaped. What am I even saying?  It was Haiti. 1977! Spitefully, she spat those dove heads, and in random directions. Bite…spit-quick-bubble-mouth. What the…? Ohhhhh! White morphs non-stop-red. Her “trick" was to make arterial spray, post-head-eject, rapidly retain dove blood in her mouth, then turn, to the drum beats…. Grand Guignol? I think this was a form of it. To the beat…. Bite, suck, hold, turn…spit… Spit the blood. SO much, the blood. Too much. Magic speed. Winter-squirrel. Puffy cheeks.  She spat the blood left, then right, spray-painting the faces of the four  men. I was having a rough time. I saw a grid. Black splotches, then a green, “electrified” grid, right tin front of my face. Still, I held on. I was definitely not happy. Then came those powders. I cannot tell you what was in them, nor what they were, no way. No tengo idea. I’d say 4-5 doves were given the "feral cat on PCP” treatment, then she blew various powders! Yes. Those mad powders, like sugar bombs exploding in the male faces. I was utterly amazed that the "dove-splosions" did not fell me. Amazed. I think my adult cohorts felt the same ; “Ballsy kid. Ballsy, for a spoiled, yankee bitch boy.” What did me in? It was that somnambulism “trick?” Was it a trick? Was it real? This was where I began to board the “Wooze Cruise.” One of the powders blown , obscured the male faces for a few seconds, then….THEN. Next, the powwders, and I’ll hazard another guesstimate:  2-minute absorption time. Those white powders. They made the dudes “Danse Macabre” . I am talking: some scary-assed, David-Lynch-type action. I was now in Batshit Town. Population: MIkeyboy, Grunts and howls. Pain. Ugly , animalistic sounds of agony, emitted from all four men. Freakish, gross, naked men, falling backwards, yet still-standing. Utterly insectoid. The unedited version of “The Exorcist.”   Regan doing the spider-walk. Four naked, full-body-paint-adorned , synchronized wig-outs. Jacob’s Ladder.. Esther Williams on shards of glass and bath salts. When the men's eyes rolled back, fiendishly displaying… I mean: "pop-out-level,”  hyper-bulging, white orbs ; yes indeed, I was getting my baaaaaaaaad freak-on, finally. The priestess summoned the men to do dog-like tricks. An arm was cut. She sucked from it…I barely recall my backflip off that fat-assed, wet log (eventually, I’d be doing that move endlessly, as a scuba diver, only, a tad more gracefully) I awoke in the grimy van that brought me to this netherworld. Ostensibly, I missed the highlight ie. “the finale.” I missed the part where the priestess and her charges were “resistant.” Example: They downed 4 bottles of Jack Daniels (apiece!) and  remained “sober.". The alcohol was inspected by the audience to prove it’s veracity etc. I missed this bit, and the wound-proof bit. I cannot tell you what I missed, as it was verbally detailed “at" me, I still had  (intermittent) ink splashes in my eyes. I was in and out of brief fainting spells. I did not have any interest, none,  in hearing more about the finale. I blew it. I never saw :The FULL Enchilada." Maybe? Someone cut one of the “performers” and there was no blood. Honestly, My 11-year old brain was knackered for the evening. I felt nauseated in a way that I never experienced (again), save for a night in Coney Island where my stripper girlfriend was performing at the sideshow, and her pal ( a writer, of course!) was retelling me his testicle injury horror story. OH, this is one that needs to be heard. That was faint number two. The only other times I have  “hit asphalt?” You don’t want to know. I am sure, rituals modern and old,  can be found online. I have no idea if there are or were(ever)  “rules or regulations,” in regards to said rituals. I saw what I saw, and it was unique, especially for Mikey, the 11-year old / previous dweller on “The Gold Coast of Manhattan." Haiti has beauty. There were amazing sights and indigent, yet upbeat people, but…. It’s a shit-show, by and large. It was awful then. and it’s worse , I believe, yes, worse now. I will not get political. I just forget. That’s what I do. I try to forget. It’s all locked up in my chest. I try to forget. It’s all locked up in my chest.

[roaringsora]

Peko and the Ultimate Performance!

[Flashback] [BGM: Po Town - Pokemon Sun/Moon OST] About five hours ago, a trainer named Aoi Tategami was participating in a Island Challenge with the Ghost-type Champion, Acerola. Though unlike Aoi's last challenge attempts where all she had was a Meowstic, this time around she only bought Alice the Mimikyu. Its a risky choice for her, but the trainer and her first Pokemon were still in uneven levels. Aceola was in charge on watching Estelle, to which she had fun pampering the Constraint Pokemon. However, when the challenge was done, the Abandoned Mart was raided with Team Skull Grunts who hid across the Poke-Mart and without making a noice or scaring themselves! (About a half of them are already traumatized by the Ghost Pokemon...) "Pesky trainer! You come with us this time, along with your precious Pokemon!" says one of the grunts. "N-NO WAY!!" said Aoi, but it was far to late when the over-leveled Grunts actually defeated Aoi and Alice, which the two were already exhausted from the Challenge! Acerola and Estelle took notice on the screams, but when they entered, the Grunts already took the trainer and her Pokemon! Acerola know where they are heading too... "Estelle! I think these silly heads got your trainer and friend at Po Town! Its a pretty dangerous turn overrun by Team Skull! But I wonder why they took a trainer this time..." Acerola returns back to the Aether House and made a phone call to her uncle and Kahuna, Nanu to "keep eyeballs" on Aoi and Alice. Acerola and Estelle bond up for now to set on a rescue mission to save them... [Present time] Its Day 2 after Team Skull made a daring move to kidnap a child as ransom, and so far there is no sign of a ghost trainer nor a (talking) cat Pokemon. But... Their morning ended up waking all Grunts abruptly! "BOOM!!!" It came a loud explosion kind of noise. Most of the grunts went outside to see what's going on, and all they can see from their tired eyes was smoke. The female grunt coughs. "H-Hey! T-Those are Adrenaline Orbs! Hundreds of them!" she shouts a noise, after the female grunt saw a piece of blue scrap from the bombs that were known to sold at PokeMarts! From the smoke of Adrenaline Orbs, a single female figure enters the town, with nothing but her Aether Foundation uniform. "Hello there! I thought I make a visit, you beautiful scums!" ^^ The last two words already made the entire Grunt population angered by her words! "W-WHAT DID YOU SAY?!" "YOU had a whole LOT of nerve to bomb our territory and use the money that we could have stolen from you for something MORE USEFUL than 100 Adrenaline Orbs!" And of course the rest of the complains were spoken in Team Skull Grunt quotes. The Aether Foundation employee, female in appearance and shape shook her head and shrugs in "disapproval". "Ahh... You idiots.... I'm surprised you goons have not FULLY disband Team Skull yet. Some reason "evil" really irritates me. And as evil scums you all for steeling and harming Pokemon, I'm afraid I can't let you all go until you get just deserts..." Half of the Team Skull members look at each other with confused looks. "W-What are you talking about?!" "We are PROUD of Team Skull! If only our boss wouldn't leave the efforts we have put through, then we wouldn't... A-Anyway there is no point little princess! Why won't you go home with your Aether Foundation parents and never come back!!" The female shook her head again in disapproval. "I don't think it will not gonna happen! I need a couple of punching bags like you guys to finally calm down and feel satisfied. Bring your Pokemon out if you must. The long lost Performer Peko is bringing back the center stage!" said Peko, ending her speech with a idol pose! [BGM: Party You Up - Kors K ((You don't have to listen to it, its just happy hardcore music))] The Grunts were lost in anger, seeing a Aether Foundation dancing and frolic around, and as they start to gang up for a fight, their efforts of punching that "smug face" of the Aether staff were wasted as she begun kicking and punching back! "O-Owww!!!" "C-Cheater!!! How can she even fly?!" This battle had done "crazy" to the point that words are difficult to describe this "performance"... .... .... .... At the mansion, several Grunts were called over by the injured ones to come out and stop a "mad dancing Aether Grunt". "Bruno! Brutus! Get your butts down and stop this mad child! Forget the captive!!!" said the grunt. Several got the word and begin to leave. In Guzma's abandoned throne, the trainer Aoi and her gothic lolita friend Alice was in the room. It turns out, during the trial, Alice was in her human form defeating the Totem Pokemon because "she felt like it". This made the Grunts think that Alice is also a trainer, so they did not think that Aoi had a shape shifting lolita for a Pokemon, which was OF COURSE her Mimikyu. When the Grunts were gone, Alice morphs back into her Pokemon form and attempt to find the keys for the door. "We will make haste... Don't worry... Aoi." said the talking Mimikyu, to which the Disguise Pokemon did not take more than five minutes to find the room key buried in a chest full of Bugarium-Zs, which Aoi took one as a complementary price. The two escaped their prison with no problem and on their sneaky way to the outside. Just from walking around the roof, she can see that a Aether F. staff member was fighting alone with a bunch of Grunts, but something was different with her hair... "H-Hey... Her hair turned a silver color...?" said Aoi. Alice remains silent. The Mimikyu went first, which Aoi quickly caught attention and follows it to the open areas of the mansion and follow their way down to the first floor exit. Back at the field, the "Performance" end up going "mad wild" with Grunts now summoning various Pokemon! The performer sees a Salandit, observing its moves and then start to transform into that Pokemon! "W-WAIT?! S-SHE TRANSFORMED?!" "WHAT THE HELL!!!" "NOO NOT MY FORMANTIS!! ANYTHING BUT MY FORMANTIS!!!" The girl who is now a Pokemon begin to breath Flamethrower onto the grunts in a spiral fashion! Many of them begin to flee, thinking its a ghost haunting down the grunts for their bad deeds! Others had to flee due to a battle disadvantage! "M-MONSTER!!!" "IT'S THE REVENGE OF THE DITTO WE SLAUGHTER TWO MONTHS AGO!!!" Trainer Aoi and Alice the Mimikyu were just about out from the mansion when the rain SLIPS her boot and slams her face onto the floor! "OOF!!!!" When Aoi slips, A small Pokeball slips from her belt, which was a new ball, and some reason, the transformed Salandit did not pay attention and somehow the ball was tapped on top of her head! "Eh-" In the right time, Acerola, Nanu and Estelle the Meowstic came in time to see the abandoned Po Town, and a Pokeball attempting to wiggle out for freedom. But fatigue really tire out the mysterious creature, and it finally accepts its defeat. Alice and Estelle quickly went to check the Pokeball. The two wanted to speak, but the Captain and Kahuna are right at their faces, so they remain quiet and speak in Pokemon. Aoi was not injured, but her boots got the best of the rain and the mud end up being the result of the slip-up. "Aoi, are you alright?" Acerola asks. Nanu quickly piggy backs the girl. "I-I'm alright... B-But I think I twisted my ankle a bit..." said Aoi. Alice quickly picks up the Pokeball and Estelle with Aoi's belongings. The group hurries to the Pokemon Center to have all three Pokemon recover, and Aoi on the ER. No seirous injuries on the trainer. Same goes for the Pokemon. But... ... ... ... [No BGM, maybe except for you preferred calm music.] Ding! Not to long, and Aoi was restless. She was settled in to a wheelchair for the night until her foot recovers. Acerola is having fun pushing her all over the places like a child, but its no smiling matter when Nurse Joy walks out with some news. "Hello Aoi! Glad you are well! There is some... Interesting discoveries I encountered while recovering your Pokemon. Estelle and Alice are alright, but the new addition... Is a unique case, I might call it? But it refuses to speak so... I think you had the right to talk to this.... Person." "H-Huh? Uhh okay?" said Aoi. She looks puzzled, but Acerola seems to be having fun playing clueless child for a moment. "Oooh! Exciting! Can I see your Pokemon too?" said the ghost trainer. "Y-Yea..." Aoi replies. The two enters the ER and saw both Estelle and Alice standing in-between from what looks like a boy, fully up and sitting on the bed stretcher. He... Looks very unhappy about something. Top of that, WHO is that boy anyway...?! [Clifhanger. End long-ass drabble! Do not reply, unless you want to guess on who Peko really is...?]

#Roaring Sora posts

[theworstbob]

yellin’ at songs, 3.18.2017

this week: lorde’s back!; the oxford comma as indicator of song quality; requiem for “Run Up,” the song only i like

28) "Stay," by Zedd & Alessia Cara

I dunno. I kept just kinda wishing the song would actually be "Closer," by The Chainsmokers ft./Halsey, instead of this acceptable "Closer" substitute. It didn't hit me the same way even "It Ain't Me" did a couple weeks back. There's nothing here. It's a sad song executed with competency, nothing more, possibly something less. Honestly, it exited my mind while I was typing this.

34) "Slide," by Calvin Harris ft./Frank Ocean & Migos

OH MY GOODNESS I DIDN'T KNOW FRANK OCEAN AND MIGOS KNEW HOW TO BE THIS BREEZY. This song kind of sounds like the first time either party has had anything like fun in years. It's almost like they've grown unfamiliar with the concept and are attempting to reacquaint themselves, like, there’s a brief auto-tune rap part, and hearing auto-tune rap over a non-trap track was the most jarring experience I've had in 2017 to date (non-Trump division). I think this song's a grand ol' time on the whole, though! I'm not as big on it as some people, as indicated by all the reactions and covers I found on YouTube instead of the song (UGH YOU MADE ME GET MY PHONE YOU JERKS), but there's a lot of value in a (potential) megahit that's funky and not ponderous.

37) "Selfish," by Future ft./Rihanna

This is so far from my idea of what a Future song is that I was honestly concerned when it started up when I was listening to HNDRXX. I almost feel bad that I'm sort of lukewarm on HNDRXX as a whole, simply because, when it's on, it's really dope, it really justifies the collective effort we've been sinking into Future for the past couple of years. I don't know that there's anyone else on Future's level that's capable of making a song like this. ...I'm kinda just making sweeping generalizations about this song that don't really dive into the meat of it, am I. WELL OKAY HERE'S THAT THING NO ONE WANTS. I really love the idea of a couple admitting they want to be one person and they want to be a selfish person, the couple only wants to think about the couple, is a really interesting metaphor, and Future and Rihanna give really strong vocal performances (didja know, rihanna's good at this) that lend the song this really sad edge, so it still feels as self-loathey as the rest of Future's work.

48) "Comin Out Strong," by Future ft./The Weeknd

This is more standard Future, just slow, depressing meandering over a trap beat. Like, I dunno. It's kind of like "Stay," that song I barely remember from earlier, it's just a sad song done well enough I guess. It's a waste of a Weeknd cameo, honestly, like you're gonna get The Weeknd in here and have him just do this? A'ight, man. I dont get it, but it's your world.

78) "Make Love," by Gucci Mane ft./Nicki Minaj

I think I'm just cranky today. Woke up at 3 AM, had a boring day at Job, now I have to deal with this go-nowhere song where neither party sounds like they're really interested in what they're doing. Maybe I oughta take a breather, no one exepcts this the day the chart drops, no one even expects this, I can come back tomorrow. But man. Listening to this song feels like going to a restaurant and getting in line behind someone who's never been to that restaurant before and has to ask about all the menu options. "Is the orange chicken good?" Man we're at fucking Leeann Chin how could it possibly be good. And you're kinda looking across the way at the other restaurants and wondering what might've been, but you're in too deep, you committed to this place, and you're go -- yep, she took the green beans. Great. Now you either have to wait for green beans or order one of the lesser sides. YES I'M AWARE THIS STOPPED BEING AN ANALOGY AND NOW I'M COMPLAINING ABOUT SOME RUBE AT THE LEEANN CHIN, POINT IS, THIS SONG BLOWS.

89) "Losin Control," by Russ

I feel lied to. I feel fucking lied to, Russ. There is a certain promise in the title "Losin Control." I was banking on this promise. I was hoping, after a lesser Future song and "Make Love," that this would be a delightful party jam about making bad decisions at a nightclub. What the fuck is this. What the goddamn fuck IS this, Russ. What is this moaning slow-ass dumb fuckery. The best thing that can be said for this song is that Russ himself is not a character in the song, that he is the one to be patient with the broken woman and be a better man worthy of her love. Thank you for at least doing the bare fucking minimum, Russ. We had "Run Up" a month ago. "Run Up" was a fun, tropical party song worthy of your love and respect. I'm bouncing it to #4 on my chart this week, out of respect for what the top three songs are able to do on the chart, but I still believe in "Run Up" with every fiber of my being. Y'all are telling me you wanna listen to some fuckhead with a manbun plaintively whine a sad story about a girl who got cheated on the one time. I can't possibly imagine hating this world more.

92) "God, Your Mama, and Me," by Florida Georgia Line ft./Backstreet Boys

NOW WHAT I DID AT THE END RIGHT THERE, THAT'S WHAT WE CALL A SET-UP, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeesus FUCKING Christ this is a thing that actually exists. I mean, it's pathetic. There's so little effort put into the song that it's not even insincere. The fact that, in the list of people who love the girl, the dudes in Florida Georgia Line LITERALLY REPLACE HER FATHER is unconscionably gross, like oh my stars fuck that so hard, "That's right, Daddy, I love your little girl more than you," SO GROSS. There is one saving grace in this song, the Oxford comma in the title, but even THAT speaks to how inauthentic and manufactured and fucking gross this song is: does anyone honestly think, if this song were really country, anyone would care enough to observe semi-antiquated punctuation usage and include an Oxford comma in the song title? BECAUSE THEY FUCKING WOULDN'T. The Oxford comma illustrates that this song comes from the suits in corporate, demanding a hit be delivered AND THAT IT BE OVERTLY CHRISTIAN. Goddamned pathetic.

96) "Hometown Girl," by Josh Turner

country music is sort of a form of low fantasy at this point. it's just a bunch of dudes sitting around, taking about a place that has never existed, thinking about people who have never lived. like real talk, swap the cowboy hats for big-ass fake swords and replace the guitars with dice, baby, you've got a game of D&D.

100) "Green Light," by Lorde

It's hard for me to be neutral about this song? Because hey, even divorced from the context of this wretched week, this is really dope, I'm stoked Lorde is back and considerably improved, I love that the song's about something mature without going all "HEY GUYS ADULTHOOD = FUCKING" about it, it's just someone moving on from a relationship that stopped being for her (and also Lorde's progression as an artist but pffft fuck that who cares about that part), but after all I went through to get here? THIS IS THE GREATEST FUCKING SONG OF ALL TIME. Anything that isn’t Florida Georgia Line would earn undying love and respect at this point. (But Josh TI KNOW WHAT I SAID. Still, even if I hear "Green Light" after hearing and thinking about good songs for half an hour, I expect it'll hold up quite well. because Lorde is interesting and Jack Antonoff’s solid and this is just awesome work. LORDE'S BACK! YOU GUYS!!!!!!!!

/sigh/ The Top 20. Yeah, I’m bummed. But “iSpy” and “Issues” and “Despacito” are all at least as good! But like maybe I’m the fool? Maybe I’m just weirdly obsessed with a song that only spent one week on the pop chart? It would be just like me, too, to declare Song of the Year a song that was on the chart for one week in February. Ten years ago, mighta been The Game and Kanye West’s “Wouldn’t Get Far,” this year, it’s “Run Up.” Y’know? (This outro paragraph is a backdoor pilot for YELLIN’ AT SONGS: 2007 EDITION.) 20) "Running Back," by Wale ft./Lil Wayne (2.11) 19) "I'm Better," by Missy Elliott ft./Lamb (2.18) 18) "Way Down We Go," by Kaleo (1.14) 17) "Everyday," by Ariana Grande ft./Future (3.4) 16) "Light," by Big Sean ft./Jeremih (2.25) 15) "Draco," by Future (3.11) 14) "Guys My Age," by Hey Violet (2.11) 13) "Good Drank," by 2 Chainz ft./Gucci Mane & Quavo (2.11) 12) "Yeah Boy," Kelsea Ballerini (3.4) 11) "Selfish," by Future ft./Rihanna (3.18) 10) "Slide," by Calvin Harris ft./Frank Ocean & Migos (3.18) 9) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 8) "Now & Later," by Sage the Gemini (2.25) 7) "Shape of You," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 6) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 5) "Green Light," by Lorde (3.18) 4) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) 3) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 2) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 1) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14)

[theworstbob]

yellin’ at songs, 3.4.2017

giving due consideration to all the songs which debuted on the billboard chart this week, with a stunning twist ending that will leave you rocked like a hurricane

oops) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars

Did this debut 12.10.2016? Yes. Yes, it did. Am I making an exception because it was released as a single on 30 January? Hellz yeah. I think we always knew cheeseball Bruno Mars circa 2012 was going to resurface at some point, and it is here in full force. "Take a look in that mirror/Tell me who's the fairest/Is it you?/Is it me?/Say it's us/And I'll agree." Absolutely no thank you. But this is cheeseball Bruno Mars in the post-"Uptown Funk" era, so yeah it's corny but it's still such a tasty jam, it's fun and it's upbeat and yeah that line is bad but, honestly, saying that line is cheesy completely discredits the hyper-confident "yeah, I know you love it" way Bruno delivers it. He knows it's corny, but he also knows it's gonna make you smile, and goddamnit, he's right. There's two tracks with Future features this week, and I just listened to Future. Gimme some got damn cheese, y’all. I don’t need more bleakness in my life.

4) "Chained to the Rhythm," by Katy Perry ft./Skip Marley

Like, this. This is pop music right now, so I'll take my cheesy-ass Bruno Mars any fucking day of the week, thank you. You know you're in for a bleak and shitty time when the title of the song evokes imagery of imprisonment and enslavement. This is a song about how we're all idiots for enjoying music with our free time. It feels like going to Thanksgiving and getting cornered by your 13-year-old cousin who just watched a Tim Burton movie for the first time and thus has figured out all of life’s secrets. There's a guest verse about how They awoke lions and are about to face the consequences, which is a bizarre aside in a song about how we're all actually asleep. The song does not build to that verse, and the verse does not build off of the song. All in all, though, it's just another entry in the decade-long list of awful Katy Perry songs. "Ur So Gay" turns 10 in November. In the history books, Barack Obama's entire presidency lives within Katy Perry's career as a pop star. Why’d y’all let this happen? I downloaded my MySpace blogs, I can tell ya, I was against this from the jump. This one’s on y’all. Y'all are silly.

42) "Cold," by Maroon 5 ft./Future

Like all Maroon 5 songs, this is acceptable.

54) "Bom Bidi Bom," by Nick Jonas ft./Nicki Minaj

I'm trying to figure out why this song left me so cold. I don't want to pin it all on Nick Jonas. I think I might be judging it based on its presence on the 50 Shades of Gray soundtrack, but I have heretofore associated the 50 Shades of Gray soundtracks with a certain melodramatic trait, and this association has me feeling like "Bom Bidi Bom" is an attempt at light-hearted fare written by people who have never actually smiled. This should be fun, right? This should be tons of fun! But none of the ingredients are fun. I’m not hear to kinkshame but I wouldn’t call 50 Shades a good time, I don't think Nick Jonas is who I'm gonna seek out when I need to party (why would you call Nick when Joe made "Cake by the Ocean," this might just be one Jonas away from truly burning up), and it sure sounds like Nicki Minaj was happy to take that 50 Shades money and run. I wanted to like it! I was pumped, I thought I was gonna have a better time! This song just bom bidi bummed me out. I am so proud of what I accomplished with this paragraph, y'all ain't even realize, man.

62) "Shining," by DJ Khaled ft./Beyonce & Jay-Z

Get that paper, Bey. Get that paper, Jay. You got twins on the way. They're not gonna be cheap, and hey, I know she's killing that preschool game right now, but I don't think Blue's quite ready to live on her own yet! Hook up with the meme man and get that got damn paper! This is a reminder that, even at the peak of her powers, Beyonce can still make the occasional misstep. None of us are immortal. She will barely feel this, just as you will barely feel whatever failure you're presently going through. Take heart! (And if you've yet to find success, remember: before she was Beyonce, she had to be in an Austin Powers movie. No matter where we are, we'll all be okay.)

71) "Helium," by Sia

I respect it. It's definitely not my jam, but I respect it. I only have so much time for piano 'n strings. It's a type of song that has a high floor but a low ceiling. At some point, you start editing the Grey's Anatomy closing-moments montage this'll play over in your head. This is a Sia song, and I'm just seeing Izzy leaving McSteamy in the rain. But: this is that 50 Shades sound I was talking about! So there’s... that?

77) "Heroe Favorito," by Romeo Santos

Bob! the first three seconds of this song: Oh, yo! This might be a nice '70s soul throwback! I'm down with this! Bob! after the dude started singing: Oh. Oh, okay. So this is what you have decided to sound like. Maybe I'm just not feeling it this week. I really dug the guitar solo! There's a lot of things to like about this song! But you have to listen to this dude to get there. I think it may have just hit me in the wrong week, I'm usually down for falsetto, I should be down for this, but I'm thinking about listening to this again in three weeks to give it a fair shake, and I get the funny feeling he's still gonna have this voice.

84) "Everything 1K," by Kodak Black

So here's the thing: fuck this dude. Innocent until proven guilty and all that, but this dude seems like a real piece of shit. There are rappers who are a) not on trial for rape, and b) actually good at rapping. How about the rest of this week we listen to those guys instead!

85) "Everyday," by Ariana Grande ft./Future

This song wasn't really doing it for me until it got to the "la la la" bit, and that's what did it for me. This song is going to sit in the top 20 for a couple weeks at least and it's solely because I feel that the "la la la"s sound the way love is supposed to feel. Future shouting "everyday" over and over again? Enh. Ari trying to sell a line in which she swears? Enh. Ari singing "la la la?" THIS IS WHY I HAVEN'T STOPPED BELIEVING. (In what?) ANYTHING.

87) "Rolex," by Ayo & Teo

This is a four-minute song about a brand of luxury watches. I am sure this is for someone, and I am so happy that something in this world is for them. Other people are happy as a result of this song existing, and my heart soars like an eagle at the thought.

88) "Cash Me Outside (#CashMeOutside)," by DJ Suede The Remix God

i questioned whether there was anything of value to be gained from listening to this song, but now that i've listened to this song, well, y'know what? there was not

93) "It Ain't Me," by Kygo x Selena Gomez

"Who's gonna walk you through the dark side of the morning?" is a lyric I'd scrawl across a thousand notebooks were I ten years younger. This was a "hot track," I daresay! It's like the response track to "We Are Young" I never knew I needed. This is the most I've ever enjoyed Selena Gomez, and Kygo seems chill! This could've been way more overdone than it was! Time will tell if I'm being overly generous to the song that followed the "Cash Me Outside" remix, but I think this was pretty legit!

94) "Yeah Boy," by Kelsea Ballerini

I'm glad I get the chance to talk about Kelsea Ballerini! Kelsea Ballerini's album, The First Time, is a legitimately Great pop/country album. It's a great piece of bubblegum you can chew on for 40 minutes. Now, you likely listened to this song and noticed the presence of the line "Blue jeans and a ball cap" in the first verse, and I am aware I would excoriate a bro country schmuck for being lazy and cliched with a line like that, but here's the thing about Kelsea Ballerini and her album: it's hella basic. When I extol the virtues of The First Time, I am not singling out its grand artistic vision, because this is, on its face, standard pop/country fare. It feels so good with Kelsea Ballerini, though! There's a reason for that: when you check out the Top 50 Hot Country Songs, eleven of the 50 feature female voices. It is, legitimately, the fact that bro country cliches are being funneled through a female artist that make Kelsea Ballerini feel fresh and fun and exciting, just the simple fact of the female perspective is rare enough in country music that it qualifies as an interesting spin on old tropes. None of this is intended to discredit Kelsea Ballerini, or suggest she’s getting by due to some sort of reverse sexism that has never actually existed outside of anyone’s imagination. She is clearly a great talent -- peep how she’s getting it done on an indie label! (One with noted billionaire Terry Pegula’s backing, but, hey, indie is indie!) And I kind of slagged on the artistic vision, and that was unfair, because without some sort of unique perspective, this song still would’ve fallen flat (see: Cassadee Pope’s “Summer”), and all Kelsea Ballerini has done to date is put out quality songs. She clearly knows what she’s doing. And not for nothing: CHOREOGRAPHY! THERE'S CHOREOGRAPHY IN A COUNTRY MUSIC VIDEO! Kelsea Ballerini is a true American hero, and I'm so stoked she's had a successful couple years.

96) "Hurricane," by Luke Combs

See, this guy seems cool, at least as cool as a dude who prolly voted for Trump can seem. (I'm solely judging his beard. His social media is apolitical as far as I cared to research, and while it's encouraging he doesn't think Julian Edelman is a better receiver than Julio Jones and that he's aware of the fact of CeeLo Green's existence, that trashboy beard is just straight GamerGate. C’mon, guy.) This song is basic. "I was in a bar, you walked in, I took you home." Oh wow such a deep intricate story. I can’t think of a single other song where anyone did anything like a hurricane, you sure rocked that metaphor. But because this dude isn't conventionally attractive, this song automatically becomes more interesting, because it feels like more than “hey we found this hot guy to sing about Chevrolet summer nights,” and that makes one actually want to do basic research and see this song has been out for nearly a year and a half and the dude's just been out there grinding this whole time. It’s weird that he grinded this song, of all things, but it’s clear he worked to get here. He might have even written the entire song on his own! That’s only backhanded if you don’t know Nashville. I’m not that big on this song? But I respect him. I can't say I'm going to seek out his other works, but if I’m out of things to do some Saturday afternoon and am presented with those other works, I might give it a shot. Luke Combs: not the worst! Who'da thunk?

Now that I’ve gone on about country music for 10,000 words, which is what anyone came to hear, The top 20 20) "Beibs in the Trap," by Travis Scott (1.21) 19) "My Old Man," by Zac Brown Band (2.25) 18) "Castle on the Hill," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 17) "Call Casting," by Migos (2.18) 16) "Running Back," by Wale ft./Lil Wayne (2.11) 15) "I'm Better," by Missy Elliott ft./Lamb (2.18) 14) "Way Down We Go," by Kaleo (1.14) 13) "Everyday," Ariana Grande ft./Future (3.4) 12) "Light," by Big Sean ft./Jeremih (2.25) 11) "Guys My Age," by Hey Violet (2.11) 10) "Good Drank," by 2 Chainz ft./Gucci Mane & Quavo (2.11) 9) "Yeah Boy," Kelsea Ballerini (3.4) 8) "It Ain't Me," Kygo x Selena Gomez (3.4) 7) "Now & Later," by Sage the Gemini (2.25) 6) "Shape of You," by Ed Sheeran (1.28) 5) "That's What I Like," by Bruno Mars (3.4) 4) "Despacito," by Luis Fonsi ft./Daddy Yankee (2.4) 3) "Issues," by Julia Michaels (2.11) 2) "iSpy," by KYLE ft./Lil Yachty (1.14) 1) "Run Up," by Major Lazer ft./PARTYNEXTDOOR & Nicki Minaj (2.18) “iSpy” cracked the top 20 this week and that makes me so incredibly hopeful for the future. Also apparently Chainsmokers and Coldplay dropped a collaboration today, so I hope everyone enjoyed Yellin’ at Songs because this is the last installment you can’t make me YOU CAN’T M