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rocketfm · 2 years

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2021 GIFT EXCHANGE.

Morning, Roswellians! Thank you so much for participating in the 2021 gift exchange. We had a great turnout, and we hope everybody enjoys the gifts they were given. The lists of muses and their partners will be revealed on the 26th: all gifts are under the cut!

FROM THE MOD SQUAD: whatever you celebrate, whether you participated in the gift exchange or not, whether you are a new member or you’ve been here since the beginning, thank you for making Roswell so special. We have been re-opened six months now and can’t wait to see what the future will bring. We couldn’t do it without you all! Have a lovely holiday period wherever you are in the world.

TO ELLE ROGERS:

TO ADAM DAWSON:

A plane white envelope, no markings in particular except its addressed to Adam Dawson. Opening it up reveals a generic Christmas card that could be found at any gas station, but the card contains a $30 gift card to a stall in Hatch foodcourt, more accurately a chicken wing stall. There is no message inside the gift card being meaning more than words.

TO CYRUS PHOENIX:

Because everyone needs a toy on Christmas, especially an old 90's one! I figure the book's something you'd appreciate. - From Santa. Gift icludes: - 1000 Record Covers book & a Tamagotchi.

TO ALEV ÖZBERK:

Secret Santa has gotten a five pack of anti-slip socks, attached is a note: "Trust me, they'll change your life."

TO JUNIPER GREEN:

For Juni, because every new mom deserves some time to relax. Happy Holidays! -From Santa x

Basket includes:

Truffles, camomile tea, scented candle, a couple of bath bombs, face mask, sleep spray, coupon for a massage at Solar Flare Beauty Salon to be claimed within the next six months.

TO NAO CHIBA:

TO CALLA HENDERSON:

you might be stuck in roswell for now but you’ll be back exploring the world once again.

TO ADRIENNE GANO

no additional message or card, just the perfume in a little gift bag.

TO WYATT MOORE:

surprisingly delicately wrapped with a small note attached that reads, "It's one of my favorites, and I didn't see it on your shelf. - signed, King of the Naughty List"

TO SEBASTIAN ORTIZ:

all i can say to this is: it’ll make sense when the partners are revealed.

TO ENDER BAPTISTA:

with a note that says: you deserve a little pampering in your life, after all. - signed, sugarplum fairy.

TO SIMBA GANO:

two custom made candles, one's amber musk based scent and the other's spices and leather based scent.

TO GRACIA GALLARDO:

the gift includes a book of new york illustrations, a cancer zodiac keychain and a ‘good luck’ crystals kit, featuring aventurine, tiger’s eye, citrine & new jade. there is a message that reads - “for luck on your travels, because you’re going to make it one day. signed, your spooky santa.”

TO JAY SEONG:

the piece of art is accompanied by a bottle of gin and a note that reads, "a certain small blonde birdy gave me the idea for this one, so you can thank her." with no signature to be found.

TO SPARROW MOORE:

so you can enjoy your melancholy in the comfort of your home instead.

TO ZEFERINO AYALA:

FOR WINTER CARVER:

a “saturday night basket” which involves a bottle of tequila and a box of condoms placed nicely in a wicker basket with tissue paper

TO ELIJAH PARKER:

a book of dad jokes, and a small wireless touch speaker.

TO GUNNER DUNN:

call this your work survival kit - a football stress ball for the moments where technical difficulties get too much, a toy car for some relaxation and, if it gets too much, whiskey to drown your sorrows. the best of the best, for a liquor connoisseur.

FOR WESTON DAVIS:

Secret Santa has gotten a small booklet called Ikigai. Several passages have been underlined, especially about how to seek fulfilment.

TO MEI LIU:

a large hand-loomed cotton blanket!

TO LEONARDO AMORETTO:

old possum's book of practical cats by t.s. eliot, pen and disappearing ink, some cute enamel pins.

FOR JADEN LAPOINTE:

Secret Santa has gotten him a large double layered box of individually wrapped Mithai, a sweet dessert made in parts of India and Pakistan. Every piece of Mithai looks different and they're clearly hand-made.

FOR SOPHIE HART:

a loaf of homemade sourdough bread and an apron that says “Sophie’s Jams” on the chest part

FOR TOMÁS ROJAS:

with an additional card, written messily: “merry xmasssss !!! i had a lot of fun picking out this present for u. hope u love it as much as i do mwah <3”

TO AVA GARCIA:

along with a note that reads: i'm not great at gifts but this one looked like it went with your wardrobe, so... merry christmas? - unsigned

TO ROSE ANONG:

For Rose, I heard you're big into pink, so I hope you enjoy these festive pink treats! -Love your Secret Santa xxx

Gift includes: A pink reindeer stuffed animal, a selection of pink retro candy from the UK, pink & gold reindeer hair clip.

TO EMILIA HERRERA:

a handmade talavera (mexican pottery) tequila shot glass set, with tray + salt shaker!

TO SKYE HENDERSON:

TO SURAJ DAS:

i don't really know you but i figured this would be a good gift for an aspiring filmmaker.

FOR FLETCHER LIU:

with an additional card, written: “saw you working out at the gym a couple of times and thought this would be funny. hopefully you haven’t gotten yourself an ugly sweater to wear yet!”

TO EMMETT LAVOIE:

the manga and the movie wrapped up in a little bow with a note that simply says: i know you like anime and the title was ridiculous so i had to give it to you. - signed, mrs claus

TO MIA SEONG:

an at-home spa day kit.

#roswellevent #roswellexchange

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haddonfieldproject · 4 years

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1.1.2 HALLOWEEN NIGHT, SAME TIME

<<PREVIOUS ⏺ <<CONTENTS>>

2️⃣

Haddonfield, Illinois

Chelsea Keane heard a noise downstairs. She was pretty sure it was a door slam, although it was so far away in this big huge house that it was hard to tell. She took one more long pull off of the joint and stubbed out the roach in the ashtray that sat on the little wicker table in front of her. Beside the little ceramic disc decorated in scenes of Tijuana—now covered in soot, and the remains of her joint, sat her purse. It was a bag really, one of those reusable shopping bags from McNary’s Supermarket, covered in floral prints and little orange and yellow suns, birds, and bees, and little green leafy vines that formed letters which read: Earth Day 2014.

Chelsea rummaged in the bag, around tampons and makeup cases, the occasional lipstick, chapstick, selfie-stick, and ladies speedstick and found what she was looking for. A stick of Wrigley’s Gum. She unwrapped the foil, popped the piece in her mouth, balled the wrapper up between her fingers into a nice neat silver ball, and flicked it across the space in front of her where it landed between a hot water heater and the Centra-Vac system.

She returned to her purse, retrieving a small glass cylinder bottle of Dimension, the new perfume by Jennifer Love Hewitt, and bathing herself in the baby powdery aroma, thinking to herself of a Halloween, perhaps almost twenty years previous, when she had sat on this very couch and watched the actress run screaming across a square-shaped television screen while being stalked by a hooded man with a hook for an arm. Chelsea brought a DVD case out of her purse/bag. Ripe Blood. She turned it over and looked at the screenshots on the back…and the rating. Rated R for Graphic Violence.

Haven’t come much far sense my VHS copy of I Know What You Did Last Summer, she thought. Well, at least the picture quality would be better.

Hell..it’d be a lot better.

Ellen had her own theater.

Complete with a fifteen foot by nine foot screen, reclining seats, surround sound, and even a little kitchenette to nuke some popcorn and retrieve a few ice cold pops.

Lifestyles of the rich and famous, she mused.

Well, definitely rich, but only famous if you’re into watching people have sex on camera.

And there were plenty of people who were, and they paid good money for it.

What can you say? Sex sells.

And didn’t Chelsea know it too. Hell, if she hadn’t let Zeke Yates knock her up in the VIP room almost eighteen years ago, she’d probably be doing just as good as Ellen.

Well…probably not.

Chelsea tossed the DVD case back in her purse/bag and stepped toward the door at the far end of the room, careful to stay on the plywood flooring that designated Ellen’s “Smoking Loft” from the rest of the attic.

Ellen had been the smartest girl Chelsea had ever known. Chelsea presumed she would have ended up like her older sister Deborah, who also got her start in life as a dancer at the Rabbit-in-Red, although, perhaps not quite like Deborah. She didn’t see her son turning into a psychopath anytime soon and she didn’t see herself blowing her head off in the forseeable future either. Like her sister Deborah however, who was actually her half-sister, and nearly twenty years older than her, she had commited the Cardinal Sin of the biz.

“Don’t lapse on your birth control,” Deborah had told the young Chelsea and Ellen as they stood behind her on their first day at work, watching her attach fake lashes in the dingy mirror in the back haunts of the Rabbit-in-Red. “Better yet..don’t fuck the customers at all. VIP is for dancing, not fucking.”

She had pointed a picture of her kids, taped to the mirror then. “See those.”

The girls had nodded nervously.

“That’s what I got for fucking a customer.”

Chelsea had made the mistake, which hadn’t been such a big mistake afterall. She of course was quite fond of her son Joshua, but it was safe to say that the nine and a half pound baby had tanked her stripping career and any possibility of moving into the Adult Film Industry. Chelsea had packed on over a hundred pounds during her pregnancy, and post-baby had only been able to shake twenty of it. So she had settled down with Josh’s father, gotten married, enrolled in Illinois Central College, and got her bachelors degree in Communications.

Lou Martini, the owner of Rabbit-in-Red industries had hired her back—as an editor. That, combined with the few bucks her husband Whitey made around town doing the odd handyman job here and there had afforded them a decent life, with a decent house, another child, a beautiful daughter, and an overall pretty damn fine life for herself.

Chelsea stepped out unto the landing and pulled the door shut to the attic behind her and then descended the stairs toward the common room on the third floor. There was a white leather couch and a coffee table. A mini bar sat in the corner of the room with liquor that probably hadn’t been touched in years and a few pieces of modern art on skimpy end tables that probably hadn’t been properly looked at or analyzed in the same amount of time. The room was just for show, just like a giant, lifesize poster on the wall behind a thirty inch flatscreen VIZIO. Ellen in a bikini too small for her surgically enhanced breasts, sprawled on some exotic beach, sand on her knees and elbows.

Ellen was smart.

🎃

“So who is this person?” Penny Cornell asked, popping her bubble gum loudly before she spoke.

Josh looked at her in the soft light of the poolhouse. She was dressed as Velma from Scooby Doo, and he had gone as Fred, only they hadn’t bothered to get wigs or color their hair, so she ended up being a blonde Velma and he ended up being a Fred with black hair, which, in actuality totally ruined the ensemble and had in fact led to many of their peers on the streets that night during their Trick-Or-Treating run to ask, “So..what are you guys again?”

While Josh searched the cabinets in the pool house kitchenette for a proper shot glass for the Captain Morgan he had stowed away, from a mini bar that saw quite a bit more action than the one on the third floor of the main house, Penny circled the Pool Table, the stained glass lamp casting bright and blazing hues on the side of her face as she looked at the pictures on the walls.

Plenty of pictures of a certain blonde woman in lingerie. Some in a bathing suit. Some wearing nothing at all but a properly placed palm frond, or towel, in one, the handlebars of a motorcycle. Many had the blonde woman with various celebrities. Kid Rock, holding her by the waist, holding a cigar and smiling. There was one with Charlie Sheen, another with Myley Cyrus, and an older one, faded a little, starting to yellow, with future President of the United States Donald Trump. Penny’s face as she beheld these pictures was expressionless, her unassuming eyes taking it all in like a pediatrician examining the X-Ray of a kid who just broke his arm in two places.

“She’s known as Misty Dawn.” Josh said, finding a suitable shotglass, this one featuring the skyline of Charlotte, North Carolina. “She works for Rabbit-in-Red Industries. She’s a model.”

“I can see that,” Penny said, popping her gum again. Her eyes didn’t deviate from the pictures.

“She’s been in some movies too.” Josh added, unscrewing the top of the rum, “X-rated movies. Also done some webcam and stuff.”

Penny sighed and leaned against the pool table. “I see.” She said yawning, her pink wad of bubble gum visible in the corner of her mouth. “Porn must pay pretty well to have all this.” She said, waving her hand across the room to indicate that by “this” she meant this particular poolhouse as well as the mansion and the grounds beyond.

Josh poured a shot and held it out to her. “She’s kind of a star.”

Penny grunted and took the shot glass. She downed it, winced, coughed, and held it back to him. “And your mom knows her from work?”

Josh took the glass and poured another shot. “She and my mom grew up together. They were best friends in high school. Her real name is Ellen.”

Josh took the shot. He also winced and coughed.

The sound of heavy metal filled the room.

It was Josh’s ringtone for his cellphone. He pulled it from his pocket, looked at it, and then looked at Penny frowning. “It’s my mom.” He said and hit the green button on the screen.

“Yeah?”

Penny pulled her own phone out to look at it. Josh replaced the cap on the Captain Morgan and went about replacing the bottle into the minibar and the shotglass into the cabinet from whence it came.

“We are back mom,” Josh was saying, “Penny and I are outside. You probably heard Maddie, Dylan, and Cammie come in.”

Josh rounded the bar and took his girlfriend’s hand, pulling her toward the sliding glass door that led to the pool deck.

“Yeah mom, we’re coming right now.”

He hung up the phone and slid the door shut behind them. Penny was looking at the pool and the adjacent spa.

“I wanna get in that hot tub.”

Josh put a hand on her butt. “I wanna get in there with you.” He smiled wryly.

“Shoot, it’s hot enough to get in the regular pool.” She said as they started toward the main house.

“You’re telling the truth.” Josh replied.

🔪

“You’re gonna fall and bust your head if you don’t stop running around with that sword!” Cammie Cornell, age eight, dressed like a bumble-bee, complete with clip on wings, said, standing cross armed on the hearth.

Dylan Rawls, age thirteen and dressed like a ninja, was chasing little Maddie Keane, age five, dressed as Princess Elsa from the animated Disney film Frozen. Dylan had a plastic sword and was waving it at Maddie as she ran away from him in a circle, laughing and screaming and all the while making motions with her hands in an effort to use her “powers” to freeze Dylan in ice like her character would have been able to do in the movies.

Dylan, despite having already started puberty, was not a very mature boy. This could have been due to a lack of attention given to him by his mother, or as some psuedo-scientists would have suggested, it could have been due to a diet high in processed foods and high fructose corn syrup. His mother had never had him tested for mental defficiencies, mostly due to a nagging worry that he would fail the thing. Dylan wasn’t mentally challenged, that wasn’t quite right. He had been tested for and diagnosed as ADHD by the time he was seven, but then again so many kids were and his mother hadn’t really believed in it or the medication that was supposed to, and probably would have, helped her son. Dylan was in ways a very bright child, better at all the household electronic devices than his own mother, but in other was he was just plain immature. Chasing around a five year old in a living room with a plastic sword dressed as a Ninja after acne was beginning to pop out on his face and sprouts of hair was beginning to pop out on his balls was just case in point.

Dylan stopped and glared at Cammie, about to display another example of his immaturity.

“Don’t tell me what to do, this is my house.” He said between panting breaths.

Maddie stopped and collapsed into the brown leather sofa that faced the fireplace. Her face was red and her breath was heavy, but the smile didn’t leave her little face, nor the brightness in her little brown eyes.

“Aren’t you a little old to be playing like that?” Cammie shot back.

Dylan was about to reply when they all heard a voice from behind them.

“Cammie! Get down from there.”

It was Chelsea, she was descending the stairs holding her cellphone in her hand.

“Maddie, off the furniture please.” She said.

“Yeah Cammie, get down!” Dylan added.

Cammie jumped down from the hearth and stuck her tongue out at Dylan. He returned the gesture.

“Where is all your candy?” Chelsea asked.

“We put it on the stove.” Dylan said, pointing toward the open kitchen with his sword.

“I see.” Chelsea said, her eyes beholding the three large hulking pillowcases.

“They got quite the big haul didn’t they.”

It was the voice of Josh. He and Penny entered the room from the opposite side.

“They certainly look like they made out.” Chelsea said, placing her cellphone in her pocket. She reached into her purse/bag and took out the DVD case and held it out for her son.

Josh snatched it up. “No way! Ripe Blood!? It hasn’t even stopped running in the theaters yet.”

Chelsea smiled, “The Rabbit uses the same packaging and distribution company as the company who made the film..Danger—something or other..”

“Dangertainment.” Josh corrected and passed the case to Penny who looked interested.

“Right,” Chelsea said, putting her purse/bag on the stove next to the three pillowcases full of candy. “Well they give all their clients some freebees as promotional items. That arrived this morning.”

“Are we gonna watch it?” Josh asked, eyes wide and bright.

“You better your ass we are,” Chelsea answered.

“In the theater upstairs?” Josh asked.

“Um…yeah.” answered Chelsea.

“I’m scared.” Penny frowned.

“You can’t be afraid of scary movies if you’re gonna date my son,” Chelsea said, “Joshua loves a good horror flick. He gets it from his mom.”

Josh hugged his mother. The sentiment surprised her, but she appreciated it.

“Can I watch it?” Dylan asked.

Chelsea shook her head. “It’s too scary for the younger kids Dylan. Why don’t you go upstairs and play with Maddie and Penny’s sister…” she looked to Penny, mind scrambling to remember the girl in the bee costume’s name.

“Cammie,” Penny corrected.

“That’s right, Cammie,” Chelsea continued, “until it’s time to go to bed.”

“You guys wanna see my playroom?” Dylan asked. “I have an Nintendo WiiU, a ballpit, a bouncy house, even some laser tag!”

“Yeah!” Maddie and Cammie replied in unison. The kids began to ascend the stairs.

Penny and Josh read the back of the DVD case together while Chelsea opened the fridge, looking over their snack options in regard to their theatre experience.

As Dylan, Maddie, and Cammie reached the top of the stairs, Maddie asked him.

“Can I take a turn at your Wii Dylan?”

Dylan looked back and smiled. “You can, but Cammie can’t!”

“Why not?” Cammie whined.

“I don’t let fat girls play!” Dylan replied, in another epic display of immaturity.

With their eyes on the DVD case, and her head in the fridge, Penny, Chelsea, and Josh didn’t notice or hear Cammie descend the stairs fighting back her tears and exit the front door of the home

NEXT>>

#halloween #halloween franchise #michael myers #horror #horror writing #haddonfield #horror film #fan fiction #fan writing #spooky

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27emailsicantsend · 5 years

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I have no idea if you are still taking requests or not but if you are, can I get a uh muffy fic with a side of fluff and an extra large sick Buffy? (Asgds I just had McDonald's ignore me lmao)

Sick at Home: Muffy One Shot

“Marty, I’m serious, please stay home,” Buffy begged, right after a sneeze.

“No, we need to get you to a doctor or at least let me bring the stuff I got you to take care of you,” Marty insisted over the phone.

“No, don’t do that- wait a minute! You told me you didn’t have the stuff already”.

“Ok, I lied, but I thought that if I told you I didn’t have it then you would be more willing to tell me what you actually need”.

“I don’t need anything, Marty. My dad got me all the medicine and food I could ask for. I’m really sick and don’t want you getting sick to”.

“I have the immune system of an immortal being, Buffy,” Marty said. However, his voice sounded a lot closer than over the phone. Buffy snapped her head around to her door frame. Marty was standing in the door with a wicker basket filled with goodies. He was using the arm with the wicker basket to also hold his phone to his ear, because his other arm was behind his back.

Buffy didn’t look good. Her hair was incredibly tangled and messy, her dad’s large old t-shirt she used as a pajama shirt had a stain from two days ago, there were tissues all over her bed, her nose was incredibly stuffed, and her eyes were so swollen she looked like she was having an allergic reaction.

“What are you doing here?! Go home!” Buffy demanded, hanging up her phone.

Marty smiled, awkwardly dropping his phone in the basket, and sat on her bed, making sure to keep his other arm behind his back and hidden from Buffy.

“I told you, I’m taking care of you. Now, hush, Driscoll”.

Buffy couldn’t help but give him a small smile. She really didn’t want to get him sick, but the sentiment was nice and she didn’t have the energy to keep pushing him out, so she just let him keep talking.

“Now, I brought everything you need. Cold medicine, rags to wet and cool down your fever, crackers, soup, High School Musical 1-3- you’re favorite- oh! and this”. Marty pulled out a small brown stuffed bear. It had a little red ribbon tied around it’s neck and racing shoes on it’s feet. He handed it to her and she began to examine the bear, grinning.

“I named it Muffy,” Marty said proudly.

“You’re kidding me,” Buffy said, completely dry, looking over the bear at Marty with a blank stare.

“What?! I like it!” Marty said, defending himself.

“You’re really going to name the bear the ship name Andi gave to us?”

“Yeah, I thought it was symbolic”.

“Well, I think it’s silly”.

Marty looked a little hurt. He tried to take the bear away from Buffy, “well, fine then. I’ll take it back”.

Buffy yanked the bear back to her chest, “no, no, no. I like it.” Buffy looked at the some more and giggled to herself a little. “Muffy”.

Marty watched her for a second, realized he was staring, and then jumped off the bed. “Well, how about it, Buff? What do you need me to do? You hungry? Need medicine? How about a movie?”

Buffy adjusted herself up her in bed a little. “I really don’t need anything, Marty. I also really don’t want you getting sick. I’ll be fine. I promise”.

“I didn’t say I was leaving. I asked what you needed. So if you don’t need anything, then why don’t we go do something. How long have you been in bed?”

“Aside from the bathroom? Couple of days. Why?”

“Well, off we go”. Just then Marty walked over to Buffy and scooped her up in a bridal carry. She tried to fight him off, giggling, but she was too weak.

Marty grinned and said, “you have no power over me, Driscoll,” giving his best maniacal laugh. He carried her and Muffy down two flights of stairs into the basement and set her on the couch. He grabbed some blankets from a large wicker basket in the back corner of the room and opened them up on her lap.

“I’ll be back,” Marty said. Buffy couldn’t help but roll her eyes and smile. What did she ever do to deserve him?

About two minutes later, Marty returned down the stairs with the wicker basket and a pillow under his arm. It had all three of the High School Musical movies in it, two water bottles, and the crackers he bought. Buffy was looking at Muffy again, playing with it’s arms, when she looked up and saw Marty.

“Thanks. You were pretty fast getting all of that,” Buffy said, impressed.

“You must have forgotten, I’m 11.5,” Marty said with a smirk.

Buffy rolled her eyes again. She had definitely fallen for an idiot and she couldn’t be more happy about it. She loved how quirky he was. How he kept her on her toes, making her laugh with their competitive bants. He molded into her personality perfectly and she was so thankful for that.

Marty put the first High School Musical in the DVD player and popped out the bottom half of his couch cushion so he could put his feet up. He set the pillow down on the opposite side of Buffy, away from him, so she could lay down and stretch out if needed. Marty set down, giving a small old-man grunt.

“Isn’t it funny that Troy and Gabriella met at a party and are dating. And we met at a party and now we’re dating?” Buffy asked.

“Ease up on the cough medicine, Driscoll. We aren’t exclusive, yet.”

Yet. Buffy liked the sound of that. It had only been a week since they kissed at Andi’s party, but she was ok if they moved a little faster.

The movie began and Marty got settled in. Buffy was still sitting up and she looked at the pillow. Then to Marty. Then to the pillow. She chose Marty. She laid her head down on his chest and wrapped her arm around his stomach. Marty gave her a suspicious look and said, “hey, I thought you didn’t want to get me sick”.

“Too late for that. You decided to stay. Your fault”, Buffy said as she nuzzled her head in a little more. Marty picked up the arm that she was laying again and rested it along her side. He gently moved his fingers up and down her lower waist and side. It tickled her, but she liked it.

They spent the rest of the night watching the movies. They moved positions, but still had one person either laying on the other’s lap or shoulder if they did.

When the third movie came on, Buffy was out cold on Marty’s lap. He scooped her back up, carrying her back up the stairs while she held Muffy tight in her arms. Buffy wriggled a little, but Marty just hushed her, telling her to just keep sleeping.

He laid her down in bed and pulled the covers up over her. Marty looked softly at Buffy for a few seconds and then put his hand on her cheek. It felt warm, but like the fever had lowered slightly. He rubbed a thumb back and forth on her cheek, said, “Good night, Buff,” pushed her hair back with that same hand, and kissed her forehead. He walked out, quietly closing the door behind him.

Two days later, Buffy was feeling much better so she went back to school. After first period, she hadn’t seen Marty anywhere. She saw Andi and Cyrus talking by a locker and ran over to them. “Hey, have you guys seen Marty anywhere? I’ve been looking everywhere for him”.

“He’s in my first period and his mom said he was out sick,” Andi said, gripping her backpack’s arm straps and shrugging. Cyrus shook his head “no” as well.

After school, Marty was scrolling on his laptop when he heard a tap on the door. “Come in!” he uttered, through a stuffy nose, getting a small cough.

“Told you you would get sick,” Buffy said, cocky.

Marty rolled his eyes as he closed his laptop and put it on his pillow next to him.

“Anyway, I brought this for you, you left it at my house,” Buffy said, holding up the wicker basket.

His hair was messy and his cheeks and nose were red and flushed. His bed was a lot cleaner than Buffy’s was when she was sick, but his face was a lot more sweaty and shiny from the fever. Marty smiled through his tired eyes and propped himself up in his bed. Buffy sat on his bed by his feet, setting the basket down next to her.

He noticed the High School Musical movies back in the basket, as well as White Fang. She had also brought him new crackers, soup, and cold medicine, with his rags cleaned and ready for reuse. He also noticed a black item in the bottom of the basket.

Marty looked at Buffy with a suspicious grin, “what’s this?” He asked, pulling the black item out to reveal a black stuffed bear.

Buffy smiled, but her lips started quivering as she tried not to laugh. “Barty,” she said. She couldn’t control herself, though. She busted up a huge, gut-bellied laugh. Marty tried to contain himself but ended up laughing too.

“We’re kind of stupid, huh?” he asked.

“We’re the absolute worst,” she said, both still laughing, hysterically.

Both of them calmed down from laughing and Marty just stared at Buffy, smiling.

“What?” she asked, giving a slight chuckle under her breath.

“Nothing... I’m just... really lucky to have you,” Marty said, still smiling.

Buffy titled her head kindly at Marty and gave him a soft grin as she said, “me too”.

Requested by: @dancerdramatic14

#andi mack #muffy #marty from the party #buffy driscoll #am #fic #asks #send me asks #one shot

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tj-hearteyes-kippen · 5 years

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looking for love in all the wrong places

a soulmate au where everything you lose ends up in your soulmate’s possession somehow (on ao3 here)

or: a few times Cyrus was a disaster gay and one time he was still a disaster gay but differently

or: solemates

Cyrus wasn’t disorganized, per say. Just a little… absent minded. That’s what he was going to call it. His water bottle would slide out of his bag without him noticing until he got home, or he would get too caught up in some conversation to remember his pencil case on his desk. Never big things, just useful ones. He hoped his soulmate appreciated it, cause he’d lost a number of really nice pens.

Cyrus had gotten small hints to his soulmate’s personality, little things that showed up in his room or in his bag that certainly didn’t belong to him. When he was younger, sometime in elementary school, he’d freaked out a little when he thought it was Buffy. He loved her, for sure, but he knew they weren’t meant to be together like that. He’d brought the running shoe to school in a panic, shoving it in Buffy’s face as soon as she got there. “You didn’t happen to lose this, did you? It was in my closet this morning and I know it’s not mine.”

She wasn’t phased. “No, mine dont look like that. Besides,” she said, wrinkling her nose a little, “that looks like a boy’s shoe.”

So. An athletic boy probably. Cyrus could work with that.

He had tried to “accidentally” misplace the shoe later that day so his soulmate could have it back, but the universe didn’t work quite like that. He always found the shoe right where he left it, and he eventually just gave up and brought it back home. He put it in the wicker basket where he kept all of his soulmate’s things, tucked in the corner of his room by his desk.

When Cyrus and Jonah had first met, it was really easy for Cyrus to get a little carried away. For as long as he knew that his soulmate was probably an athletic boy, he didn’t really have any guy friends. But Jonah was a boy, and he played ultimate, and he was really cute and nice and Cyrus would have really loved for Jonah to be his soulmate.

Andi’s soulmate never lost anything that gave her particularly good clues as to who they might be. So it was a little unfair of Cyrus, but he never put a lot of stock into Andi’s crushes. It didn’t really mean anything that she liked Jonah. Not if Cyrus didn’t want it to.

Buffy was generally pretty tight lipped about her soulmate and whatever crushes she did or didn't have, which gave Cyrus’s imagination a lot of room to work. Cyrus would never tell her for fear of death, but when they first met TJ he thought for a second that he could have been her soulmate. He had told Andi this one day and she made him swear to keep that thought to himself. “She would have bothyour heads on a spike. Besides,” she said, turning her nose up slightly, “Buffy deserves better than that jerk.” Cyrus agreed, mostly, but he hadn’t met TJ yet. Once he met TJ though, things were a little different. Cyrus couldn’t explain it. He just knew there was something about TJ that everyone else was missing. He wanted to figure it out.

Anyways, Buffy was less pressed about analyzing the clues and finding her soulmate at this age. She was always trying to be the voice of reason for Andi and Cyrus, reminding them that things would just happen when they were meant to. That was a completely reasonable and logical approach and it was also way less fun. Why would the universe even bother with all these clues if not to overanalyze them?

It wasn't even a particularly dramatic moment, in reality, when Cyrus learned for sure that he had been a little off base. Jonah had reached into his pocket for something, probably his phone, and came back out with a tube of chapstick instead. Chapstick that Cyrus had certainly never owned and therefore couldn’t have lost. “Soulmate,” Jonah laughed. “They lose stuff like this all the time.”

Cyrus laughed along politely but he felt a little crushed inside. It had been reckless to let himself think it could have been Jonah, really, and in the long run it was probably better to find out sooner rather than later. It still sucked.

He pretended to get a text from his mom so he could go home. “Bye Cy-guy!” Jonah said in his usual chipper way, completely unaware of what Cyrus was feeling.

“See ya.” He said back numbly and then went home to lie face down on his bed for the rest of the day. He called up Buffy, later, and admitted the whole situation to her despite his embarrassment.

“It really felt like I was meant to meet him, you know? Now I just feel like I got way too attached to the idea of having him in my life.”

“Sometimes I think the universe gives us people we’re meant to keep who aren’t our soulmates. Like you, me, and Andi. You guys are still friends, Cy. That doesn't have to change.”

“I know. I just thought…”

“I know.”

So. Cyrus was never letting himself do that again.

It wasn’t even that hard to not do it again, once he got over Jonah. He mostly hung out with the same people all the time and he probably would have noticed if it was one of them, he figured.

Instead, Cyrus chose to spend his time imagining the moment he and his soulmate finally found each other. In his head he was very suave and he could only hope that all of this practice being dramatic and romantic would pay off in reality. Maybe it was for the best he hadn't found his soulmate yet. He probably would have said something dumb.

Not to say that he completely stopped thinking about who it might be. Every time they were at one of TJ’s games Cyrus would look at all the boys on both teams and decide if he thought it could be any of them. He was not ogling, despite what Buffy and Andi said.

(Ok, maybe just a little bit of ogling. All he's saying is if the universe wasn't there to pick an athletic boy for him he probably would've done it himself.)

In the end he was really there for TJ though, not his teammates. “Underdog!” TJ said happily as he bounded over after the game. He moved to give Cyrus a hug, but Cyrus was faster than that.

“Uh, no thanks, sweaty basketball guy.”

TJ gave him an exaggerated pout. “But I played so well!”

“Which I will reward you for after you’ve showered.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” TJ said, then noticed Buffy and Andi standing off to the side. “Buffy, Andi,” he gave them a bro nod, “thanks for coming.”

Once TJ had made his way back to the locker room and plans for a post-game meal at The Spoon had been settled, Buffy gave Cyrus a look. “Careful,” she said, and Cyrus genuinely had no idea what she was talking about. He said as much, and Buffy just raised her eyebrows and shook her head, getting ready to head out. “Nevermind. We’ll meet you guys there, yeah?”

Cyrus knew there was more to TJ than everyone initially thought, but it still surprised him sometimes when TJ would show off an unexpected new layer. A freshly showered TJ was at The Spoon talking animatedly about this book he’d been reading, and book nerd is not something Cyrus ever would have pegged TJ for. The author of the book he had been talking about sounded familiar, too, but Cyrus couldn't place them. He told TJ this and TJ just shrugged. “I mean, I’ve probably talked about them before. I love their work, so.”

It wasn’t until he got home that day that he realized where he knew the name from. Cyrus’s soulmate had lost a book by that author before! He thought, a little ridiculously, that he was glad TJ and his soulmate would have stuff in common so they could be friends. TJ had become pretty important to Cyrus, so it would suck if he had to play mediator like he used to have to do with TJ and Buffy.

The next morning got off to an unfortunate start, which is how Cyrus should have known that the universe had shenanigans in store for him that day.

Rats he thought as he rummaged through his bag, realizing his snack had disappeared somehow. As usual, he hoped his soulmate was grateful. They should really thank him when they finally meet. Cyrus only lost stuff that could be useful to anyone. (Except that time he blessed them with a mud soaked shoe, but he liked to pretend that didn’t happen). His soulmate, on the other hand, managed to lose an entire basketball last week. How does one lose a basketball? What was Cyrus even supposed to do with a basketball? He shook his head and headed towards the vending machine to get a replacement snack before his next class.

“Hey,” TJ said, sliding into his usual seat next to Cyrus right before the bell rang. Cyrus smiled at him and then turned his attention towards their teacher.

At the end of the period she explained their homework before dismissing the class. TJ gently kicked Cyrus’s shoes. “Want to work on that together after school?”

Cyrus’s legs were not long enough to kick TJ back from where he was sitting. “Sure! My house?”

“Perfect! Later, Underdog.”

Cyrus knew that he and TJ were always the face of focus when they worked together so he anticipated incredible amounts of productivity from the two of them that afternoon.

...Okay, so maybe the homework had gotten slightly derailed.

TJ was sitting on the floor sifting through the drawers in Cyrus’s desk while Cyrus was trying to make increasingly complicated paper airplanes to throw at TJ’s head. “Hey,” TJ said, apparently out of drawers, “What’s in here?”

Cyrus looked up to see TJ peeking into the wicker basket. “That’s where I keep my soulmate’s stuff.”

“Oh,” TJ sat back. “Sorry, I should have asked before I looked.”

“No, I don’t care. Go ahead.”

Cyrus focused back on his airplane. He gave it a test throw and it turned and went to the side of the room. He got up to get it from the floor.

“Hey, I used to have a pair of shoes just like this! One of them fell out of my bag though and and I could never find it…” TJ trailed off before looking up at Cyrus in stunned silence.

Cyrus turned to see TJ holding the shoe from his soulmate basket and froze. TJ? It couldn’t be. But then he thought about it. TJ was athletic. TJ was a boy. TJ was an athletic boy that Cyrus had an unexplainable bond with since the moment they met and suddenly it all made sense. He wanted to kick himself for being so caught up on Jonah when he met TJ that he had forgotten to overanalyze such an obvious candidate.

TJ was sitting on the floor with the shoe still in hand, frozen in place. He was always cute but the doe eyed look of shock was really, really cute.

Every coherent thought Cyrus had suddenly chose to vacate his head. “Uhhh,” he started and then paused, trying to think of something clever to say. TJ was his soulmate. They would remember this moment forever. “You're welcome,” is what his mouth settled on without consulting his brain.

That was enough to shake TJ out of his stupor, his eyes lighting up as Cyrus could feel his face heating. He slowly put the shoe down next to him and leaned forward with delight. “I’m sorry, did you just say ‘You’re welcome?’”

“Um, no?” Cyrus said, but it was too late. The damage had been done. Cyrus couldn’t believe himself. All that practice and for what?

TJ was way too amused by the whole thing. He had a big, stupid grin on his face as he said, “I mean you’re great and all but that’s pretty confident to assume I would thank you for the honour of being your soulmate.”

“That’s not what I meant!” Cyrus tried to salvage his dignity even though it was long gone and he could tell TJ was just messing with him. “I just meant-- because I lost some pretty good--”

TJ shrugged, cutting him off. “I mean, I would though. I think I got pretty lucky.”

Cyrus warmed at that a little and let the reality of the situation sink in for the first time since he opened his stupid mouth. Soulmates. Soulmates. “TJ, thats… I did too. Hold on, I want to say something really sappy but I need a minute to think before I speak, apparently.”

“Just come here,” TJ said with a laugh and wrapped his arms around Cyrus after he sulked over. Cyrus rested a hand on TJ’s chest and looked up at him, suddenly shy.

“Hi,” TJ said softly.

“Hi,” he said back.

Cyrus forgot to indulge in all of his cliche love story fantasies like counting TJ’s freckles and looking for the flecks in TJ’s eyes as TJ leaned in. Instead, he let his eyes slip shut as TJ pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

At school the next morning Cyrus was excitedly telling Andi and Buffy about how magical it all was when TJ himself came over and threw an arm around Cyrus, handing him a muffin. Cyrus looked up at him happily. Forever. The universe decided he gets to have this forever. Cyrus leaned into his side a little. “Thank you.”

TJ couldn't hold back his grin and Cyrus figured that he was having a similar moment. That is, until he looked Cyrus in the eyes with a wink and very deliberately said, “You're welcome.” Cyrus groaned and buried his head into TJ’s chest. Yup, he did this to himself. He did this to himself and now he was stuck with it forever.

He was looking forward to it.

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401 B.C. Cunaxa

The Battle of Cunaxa from HOPLITE

I know too small a print.. and you cant be bothered reading it all. Let me sum up for you. Cyrus the Younger was a bit of an upstart, hired some snotty Greek Mercs [ they obeyed the orders they wanted to], as this would give Cyrus an edge over his brother in a battle against the wicker shields and composite boy armed Light Cavalry for the crown of Persian.

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#401bc #Ancients #GBoH #GMT Games #Greeks #Herodotus #Persia

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i used to be a game theory fan, and so many of his theories are just bullshit that falls apart from a single piece of evidence that disproves part of it, especially his fnaf ones. also, so many people will take his dumb theories and act like its the complete and total truth, or act like you arent allowed to criticize it because its "just a theory".

THIS. THIS SO MUCH

some of his fanbase is so irritating . nothing on the internet is free of criticism

his fans take it as the truth because it’s presented as such by mat, and the “it’s just a theory” thing is just a obligatory tagline at this point

#mod cyrus #i have so many thoughts on these things today o.o #literally a wicker chair26 #very interesting username there #ask

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ao3feed-tyrus · 5 years

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looking for love in all the wrong places

by yspir

“He had tried to 'accidentally' misplace the shoe later that day so his soulmate could have it back, but the universe didn’t work quite like that. He always found the shoe right where he left it, and he eventually just gave up and brought it back home. He put it in the wicker basket where he kept all of his soulmate’s things, tucked in the corner of his room by his desk.”

A soulmate AU where everything you lose ends up in your soulmate's possession. Alternatively titled: a few times times Cyrus was a disaster gay and one time he was still a disaster gay, but differently Or: solemates.

Words: 2364, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Andi Mack (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Cyrus Goodman, T. J. Kippen, Andi Mack, Buffy Driscoll, Jonah Beck

Relationships: Cyrus Goodman/T. J. Kippen

Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, Fluff, thats all this is, dumb oblivious boys, bowie quinn voice: the universe!

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#ao3 #fanfiction #fanworks #fanfic #tyrus #tjyrus

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undefeatednils · 5 years

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21 Questions Tag Game

So @banashee tagged me in this (which btw you’re supposed to tag 21 people in but who has enough spoons to think of 21 people?), so let’s do this ^^ But FYI, this is a repeat but some things of course need to be updated, so it’ll be fun regardless. Nicknames: none that stuck

Zodiac: Cancer (but FYI, I don’t take the zodiac very seriously xD)

Last movie I saw: 50 First Dates... It was on TV and I got stuck xD

Last thing I googled: since I switched my default search engine to Ecosia I can’t check my search history anymore, so I’ve forgotten xD

Favourite musician: Daft Punk is my all-time favorite, and lately I’ve been listening a lot to No Doubt, Lorde, and Tatsuro Yamashita

Song stuck in my head: “Love Talkin’ (Honey It’s You)” by Tatsuro Yamashita

Other blogs: @askwhatislove (which was a weird Haddaway mixture of an art project and an ask blog)

Followers: 557

Following: 813

Amount of sleep I’m getting: five to seven hours

Lucky number: don’t really have one

Dream Job: university lecturer

What I’m wearing right now: black Star Wars t-shirt, shorts, and socks

Favorite foods: Pasta in general, lasagna in particular; also pastries with poppy seeds in them

Languages: I’m a native speaker of German, I’ve been learning English since I was 11, and I took two semesters of French (though that barely stuck)

Can I play an instrument: I’m the proud owner of an ukulele, though I haven’t played it in ages

Favourite song: “Old Town Road (Remix)” by Lil Nas X ft. Billy Ray Cyrus (it’s a bop)

Random fact: (hot) chocolate was heavily associated with early modern France and was the drink of choice for the French Catholic nobility and rich merchants, and only fell out of favor during the French Revolution

Describe yourself in aesthetics: disordered but full book shelves, tall grass bowing to the wind, good color contrasts, sunlight breaking through young leaves, a wicker bowl filled with homebaked bread, small patches of wild flowers by the road

I’m tagging... @acidmatze, @lemonscentedhoe, @the-gayest-of-elmos, @singinganddancinghorribly, @hella-flawless-amythyst, and that’s it since Banashee has already tagged our mutual friend @autistichawkeye xD

#tag game #Nils talking

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Dolly Parton greets the arrivals gate with a jump-kick and an enormous smile. The pope does wear a skull cap and gown even for take-off. It is very hard to make a tracksuit look chic, but Whitney Houston in a white shell suit and coordinating Fila sun visor can pull it off (Justin Bieber, in grey tracksuit bottoms tucked into rainbow socks, cannot). Jane Birkin makes walking through the airport with a large stick of duty-free cigarettes poking out of a wicker basket look cool. Miley Cyrus prefers a unicorn onesie and a Barbie-pink companion.

These are just some of the takeaways from Come Fly With Me, a new photography book from Rizzoli celebrating the history of celebrity airport style over the past 50 years. From a bowler hat-tipping Frank Sinatra in 1961 to a puffa-jacket-shrouded Rihanna, they tell a story of how radically fashion, travel and celebrity culture has changed. Edited by long-time Rolling Stone creative director Jodi Peckman and framed by journalist Jason Gay’s foreword, the images are punctuated by quotes on the subject of travel from various high-flyers: “Anywhere I go, there is always an incredible crowd that follows me. In Rome, as I land at the airport, even the men kiss me,” said Muhammad Ali, who is captured looking eminently chic in a cream suit. “I haven’t isolated myself,” Nicolas Cage insists, dressed in a louche rock ’n’ roll ensemble of leather trousers and leopard-print leather jacket. “I am not living on a yacht somewhere. I am not tucked away or behind a gate somewhere. I am not flying on a private plane. I am going to the airport.”

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20 best/most important music videos of the decade (so far) (2010-2018)

One thing I miss from the 90s was watching MTV -- which still played music videos -- 24/7, waiting for the next great music video.

I remember watching Weezer’s “Buddy Holly” and its brilliant Happy Days mash-up. Sinead O’Connor shedding a tear (”Nothing Compares 2U”). Smashing Pumpkins going to a voyage to the moon (”Tonight, Tonight”). People saying ‘F this traffic’ and walking down a bridge (”Everybody Hurts”). Slash on top of a church (”November Rain”). Trashing a gym (”Smells Like Teen Spirit”). Invisible conveyor belts (”Virtual Insanity”). Christopher Walken dancing it up in a hotel (”Weapon of Choice”). Of course, all the Alicia Silverstone videos (”Crazy,” “Cryin’,” “Amazing”). And Jeremy spoke in class today. And that’s just the 90s -- my favorite music video is still A-Ha’s “Take on Me.”

I’ve always had the impression that music videos nowadays don’t seem to match the glory days of MTV, but after this mental exercise, I guess it’s not so bad after all. Here are my top 20 music videos of the decade -- off the top of my head:

(By the way, I wish I could include Ang Bandang Shirley’s “Umaapaw,” but that’s just being biased. ;) )

20. Drake - “God’s Plan” (2018)

Why it’s great: Drake gives away a total of $1 Million to random people and the reactions are all so genuine.

19. Iggy Azalea ft. Charli XCX - “Fancy” (2014)

Why it’s great: It’s a Clueless send-up. Duh.

18. MGMT - “Me and Michael” (2018)

Why it’s great: The music video features Filipino band True Faith and MGMT concocts a whole plagiarism scandal (against themselves) for kicks.

17. Radiohead - “Burn the Witch” (2016)

Why it’s great: It’s The Wicker Man in creepy claymation.

16. Robin Thicke ft. T.I. and Pharrell Williams - “Blurred Lines” (2013)

Why it’s great: Two words: Emily Ratajkowski.

15. David Bowie - “Lazarus” (2016)

Why it’s great: David Bowie meditates on death, in his last music video. This is painful to watch.

14. Taylor Swift ft. Kendrick Lamar - “Bad Blood” (2015)

Why it’s great: Part Sin City, part Kill Bill, all good fun. And the music video is a who’s-who of it girls -- Selena Gomez, Hailee Steinfeld, Gigi Hadid, Ellie Goulding, Zendaya, Cindy Crawford, and the list goes on.

13. St. Vincent - “Cruel” (2012)

Why it’s great: Annie Clark, queen of crazy, gets stuffed in a trunk and buried alive.

12. Donnie Trumpet and the Social Experiment - “Sunday Candy” (2015)

Why it’s great: It’s a candy-coloured one-take music video set up like a school play, with Chance the Rapper and Jamila Woods playing lead.

11. Beyoncé - “Countdown” (2011)

Why it’s great: Full disclosure: I have not watched the entirety of “Lemonade” so I couldn’t include it here. In any case, “Countdown” is a visual pop-art treat.

10. Maroon 5 - “Sugar” (2014)

Why it’s great: Genuine or not, crashing weddings is a great idea and makes for good visuals.

9. Miley Cyrus - “Wrecking Ball” (2013)

Why it’s great: Now we’re entering iconic territory. And there are few images more iconic than white-clad Miley straddling the titular wrecking ball.

8. Gotye ft. Kimbra - “Somebody that I Used to Know” (2011)

Why it’s great: And another iconic image -- Gotye and Kimbra, broken down into a human pastel mosaic, not even looking at each other: a representation of a relationship gone awry.

7. Rihanna ft. Calvin Harris - “We Found Love” (2011)

Why it’s great: Dangerous, edgy, sexy. Shot in Northern Ireland without permission, the video depicts addiction, abuse, and violence. It’s the Requiem for a Dream of music videos.

6. Grimes - “Oblivion” (2012)

Why it’s great: Weird pink-haired girl infiltrates the macho space of a football stadium and sings without restraint in front of oblivious fans. What’s not to love?

5. Sia - “Chandelier” (2014)

Why it’s great: Solo interpretative dances are nothing new, but few are more powerful than an 11-year old girl dancing her heart out.

4. Kanye West ft. Pusha T - “Runaway” (2010)

Why it’s great: The less said about Kanye, the better, but his recent antics do not take away from this powerful long-form video on heartbreak. And those ballet dancers, man.

3. Kendrick Lamar - “Alright” (2015)

Why it’s great: The first of two #BlackLivesMatter videos in this list, “Alright” shows how a simple chant (”we gon’ be alright”) captured an entire movement.

2. PSY - “Gangnam Style” (2012)

Why it’s great: There’s a reason why it has 3 Billion views on YouTube. This proves that great music videos don’t have to take themselves way too seriously.

(As an aside -- what are good *fun* music videos apart from Gangnam Style? Three off the top of my head: Thriller, Buddy Holly, and Praise You. Maybe Here it Goes Again.)

1. Childish Gambino - “This is America” (2018)

Why it’s great: Arguably the most talked-about and controversial music video of the past decade. At the same time shocking, compelling, and entertaining, this begs for multiple viewings. I’m at 20 and counting.

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