#dusts off bat blog to just post this one video

[transbatman]

Arkham origins Bruce and Alfred dynamic was perfect if not for this one scene alone

#my video #technically from youtube but whatever #im playing through the game again and i missed this bruce the most #a perfect mix of too serious and trying to do thw right thing #also hi #dusts off bat blog to just post this one video

[puzzlebones]

Yeh know, I kept saying I would make a post someday going into detail how dangerous some of the boys on the blog can be......Whelp guess I’ll yeet this here!

Ratings are subject to change as more muses get added, or some get fleshed out more, but this is current as of 8/22/21

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1: Ghost

Danger level: ????

Is he even real? Who knows! He only interacts with Dust sans, but its almost obvious he has some...hatred for his sibling, no idea if its his own anger or his brother’s subconscious. He’s still included in this list for being unpredictable.

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2: Violet

Danger level: Low to Moderate

Violent Violet. An Angry, frustrated, traumatized young man with a cock af attitude on top. Will drunk fight you in the parking lot of denny’s at 3am. He’s not so bad once you figure a way to calm his ass down, and don’t go out of your way to piss him off. (Hates being stared at and hates people referencing his involvement to the Queen...especially hates being referred to as her pet). He’s only on this list (excluding the other fell boys) because of his high LV and anger issues making him dangerous/unpredictable at times.

Edge Talks a big game, but deep down he’s a huge softie despite having some LV and some anger in certain situations.

Mutt has LV and CAN be dangerous if pushed to be, but he’s so spaced out sometimes you don’t gotta worry about it unless you go after his brother or dad.

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3: Horror

Danger Level: Somewhere between Moderate to high depending

Horror for the most part is actually a gentle giant who just wants things to go back to normal (to the point he may pretend things are fine). But, certain things can trigger him and this big ol teddy bear can flip and rip you apart to turn you into spaghetti :/ (Triggered by things like Food, certain sounds, forcing him to face reality, refusal to try one of his “puzzles” aka death traps)

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4: Blood Orange (Horror swap)

Danger Level: Anywhere between low/none to Very high (get the fuck away)

Blood Orange, or BO is highly unpredictable and there is no predicting when he’ll go from Meme/dad joke loving Orange, to bashing your head in with his baseball bat. Guy has a head injury that affects his ability to control his emotions and the smallest thing can flip that switch. Seems to keep in control around his brother just fine tho. 

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5: Coffee

Danger Level: ????

Im not joking here. Coffee is probably one of the more dangerous boys of the blog, simply because he packs so much power in that lanky frame of his. Untrained, unfocused, and easily agitated to the point of pointing a massive 4 eyed gattling gun of a blaster in your face. Keeps a book he writes peoples names in if he doesn’t like, you don’t want your name in it. By easily agitated I mean...don’t touch him, don’t make loud noises around him, don’t be annoying...period. His teeth/braces cause him pain sometimes, and its a coin flip if he’s either going to be angry agitated....or just whine like a baby about it. Only thing keeping his rating at ???? is because of how lazy he can be...he’d rather stay in his room, drink coffee, eat nutella/hazelnut spread, and play video games. 

On the plus side, if you win him over he probably won’t kill you at the drop of a hat.....maybe.

give him coffee, nutella, or a plush animal (he prefers cats), if you agitate him to keep your name out of his book.

#headcanon #Its says something in that normal regular paps is also dangerous...but he's too nice to actually hurt you #these guys...not so much

[khadij-al-kubra]

Thomas In Wonderland (Full Fanfic) Chapter 1

Characters: Thomas (fictional), Roman, Patton, Logan, Virgil, Remy, Emile, Joan, Talyn Deceit, Nate, the Dragon Witch (i mean jabberwalkie), Possibly fan adopted shorts characters

Pairings: None (although knowing me and my love of ships, this may change)

Words: 1368

Summary: Thomas seems to have lost his inspiration, his creative drive, and in short has a seriously BAD case of writers block. Perhaps an accidental trip down the rabbit hole into a land of nonsense and madness will help him find that flighty spark he’s been looking for.

Author’s Note: Greetings guys, gals, & non-binary pals! Looks like this is going to be my first multi-chapter fanfic of the new year. This chapter is more of a prologue than anything so it won’t be as long. If you know my writing though, than future chapters are pretty much guaranteed to be MUCH longer. And as always feel free to leave a comment in the messages or reply if you have any notes or constructive critiques. I’m always open to writing advice. Also, if you would like to be in the tag list for this fanfic, feel free to message or inbox me and I shall happily and gratefully add you to the list. I’m super excited about this, and I hope you all enjoy.

Prologue

Writers block. The bane of his existence and possible the only thing that Thomas hated even more than he hated bigoted jerk faces. ...Okay he hated the latter way more, but writers block was definitely up there on the list, right behind mucky Florida heat and cold pizza. His current bout of creative block however was making its way up that list.

“Come on brain...think of things. Come on brain, be so smart,” Thomas mumbled to himself, disappointed he couldn’t even come up with something more original than a borrowed line from that Lin-Manuel Miranda vine.

He certainly felt like the embodiment of it though.

He had been sitting at the table in his living room for the past two hours. His laptop was opened to a mockingly blank page, a lined yellow notepad next to it covered in scratched out bad ideas, crumpled papers were scattered around him, and his Steven Universe mug half emptied of coffee that was cold by now. To add insult to injury, it was an actually nice crisp yet sunshiny autumn day and Thomas could only sit inside as the beauty of it mocked him from the other side of his living room window. The jerk!

He would’ve loved nothing more than to go for a walk outside or visit his friends, but sadly Thomas had a new script to write. Normally he and Joan were pretty good about keeping on top of schedules and they’d even gotten the last two scripted videos out in pretty good amounts of time. Which hopefully made up for that six month dry spell they both swore never to speak of again. However, Joan reminded him that a new scripted video was due soon and Thomas for the life of him just COULD NOT seem to come up with any new or exciting story ideas! It was like his creativity was wandering around a blank page desert and the oasis of is imagination had dried up.

“Say, that could make for a neat Sanders Sides video,” Thomas mused to himself perking up...only to deflate back down after realizing they didn’t have the budget for that kind of a green screen effect. “Besides, the sides never debate outside of my living room and moving them to a location outside of my house wouldn’t make any sense.”

Thomas groaned and plonked his forehead onto the wooden coffee table. Making videos and writing scripts used to be so much fun. Until it started being his job more than a passion. It’s not like he didn’t know what he was signing up for. He wanted this, and he knew he was luckier than most that he got to get paid for creating art and doing what he loved. Not that he and his team did it for the money. Except lately creating felt more like a chore. Not something eh wanted to do but like something he had to do. Like dusting, which was his least favorite chore. Creating felt like a chore! But he couldn’t let Joan or Camden or his wonderful famders down. So he needed to come up with something good...Thomas just wish he could feel that rush of wondrous joy and colorful excitement about his work again. He missed coming up with ideas that were so out there yet he felt a surge of pride every time they worked. Lately all his ideas felt, well, like looking at a faded rainbow. Which was sad as both and artist and a gay man...But deadlines were deadlines and he had to create something to post for the next video.

“That is if i could come up with something period!” Thomas sighed. “Maybe i need a break. Just five to ten minutes of something fun to get the ol’ juices flowing again. Something exciting...”

He looked at the very cold coffee with a pouted lip. Or maybe I just need a boost from my favorite caffeinated drug, he thought. With that decided Thomas picked up the mug and got up to go to the kitchen. Before he even reached the entryway however, a flash of purple in the corner of his eye stopped him. It was from outside. Curious, Thomas went over to the window to peer outside, hoping to see what that thing was. Maybe it was a pretty hummingbird or something, he mused, on its way flying south for the winter. He squinted as he saw the bushes across his yard tremble and this time he caught the flash of purple as it popped our from the foliage.

Only it wasn’t a hummingbird. It was a rabbit: A black rabbit wearing a velvet purple waistcoat. Thomas did a double take. he rubbed at his tired eyes to be sure he wasn’t just seeing things after staring at a blank screen for so long. Nope. It was really there. And if that weren’t jaw drop worth enough, now the black rabbit was taking out a silver pocket watch from his waistcoat pocket.

“Well that’s not something you see every day.”

Too curious to pass seeing this delightful oddity up close, Thomas quickly set down his mug, pulled his jacket over his favorite faded circle shirt and slipped his sneakers on. He was out the door and across faster than you could say Jeemanetty. When he was a few feet away from the rabbit, who was paying more attention to his pocket watch, Thomas slowed down to a tip toe so as not to scare the rabbit off. As he got closer Thomas saw that there was an elegant storm cloud design engraved on the back of the watch. What a cute little fella, Thomas thought to himself. But where did he come from? How did he get a fancy watch and threads like that? Should I call animal control though? As he was debating this, something even weirder happened.

“Ah geeze,” said the Black Rabbit. “I am so late! He’s gonna have my ears and whiskers for this, along with the rest of my head.”

Thomas literally felt his jaw drop and his eyes bug out near cartoon level.

“You can TALK!?” Thomas shouted.

The Black Rabbit jumped at this voice. The silver watch shook in his trembling hands, the poor thing. He hadn’t meant to frighten the little guy. It’s just a talking black rabbit wasn’t something you saw every day, not even in the Bermuda Triangle of America that is Florida.

“It’s okay little guy,” Thomas said, hands held out carefully. “I’m not gonna hurt you, I just wanna talk.”

The Black Rabbit anxiously looked from Thomas to his watch and then back again.

“No time to talk,” he said. “I’mlateI’mLATEI’MLATE!!!”

And then quick as a lightning strike the Black Rabbit dashed into the thicket of shrubbery and trees. Without thinking about it Thomas ran after him.

“Wait, I’m sorry! Come back! Maybe I can help you,” Thomas called out to the purple clad creature ahead of him.

He chased the Rabbit through brambles and bushes, across lawns and through low hanging leaves. If Thomas had taken a moment to think he would’ve realized that there was no way he could possibly catch up to a wild animal, least of all one with a waistcoat and pocket watch, which was surely proof that he was smarter than the average bunny even without the talking. He also would’ve noticed that the hole that the Black Rabbit had ducked into was much larger than a normal rabbit hole and was probably dangerous if someone were to get too close. Most of all, had Thomas slowed down for a moment to think, he would’ve realized that when he left the house in a hurry, he had forgotten to tie the laces of his sneakers that he’d slipped on.

But Thomas did none of those things. As a result, what he did do was trip on his laces just after seeing the Black Rabbit go down the whole. And because he was so close when he tripped on his laces, even if he wanted to, Thomas could not stop to think now.

All he could do was scream loudly as he fell headlong down the rabbit hole into the unknown.

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[astrodances]

Early Presents

FF.net link || AO3 link

Well well well, it looks like everyone is posting their presents early for @ducktalessecretsanta2018​, eh? :D Puns aside, I’d like to wish a very, very happy holidays to @epos-da-cookie! ‘Tis I, your secret santa! I may have taken some liberties with your request and combined it with the love of skeletons that I noticed on your blog. I won’t say much more than that, except that this is basically some Webby + triplets fluffy bonding combined with a late-night mystery adventure, mainly from Webby’s POV. Enjoy, my friend!

“SLEEPOVER!”

“Sleepover? Who’s coming over?”

“No one, it’s just gonna be us!”

Three sets of skeptical eyes landed on Webby. The boys had been having a rather peaceful, lazy evening in their shared room when she’d burst in with the announcement.

“Isn’t that...basically what we do every night?” Huey questioned, his finger marking his spot in his Junior Woodchucks' Guidebook while he shrugged his other hand in the air.

"Maybe what you guys do," Webby retorted, before bringing her hand up to motion to herself. "But I'm in my own separate room by the end of the night. So come on! Granny said that as long as we stay away from the Christmas tree and the decorations, we can take over pretty much the entire downstairs!" She clapped her hands twice as if to say, "Get to it!" then raced out of view from the doorway.

There was silence as the triplets looked at each other from across the room–Huey from where he'd been reading on his bed to Louie, who'd been skimming over the Ottoman Empire website at their desk, to Dewey, who'd been hunched over a pile of paper all day with a set of markers working on who-knows-what. After a second, they all shrugged one-by-one, signifying their willingness to join in on Webby's fun. It's not like they were going to do anything else that night.

Within minutes, the three of them were standing in the entryway to the living room downstairs, their jaws dropped and their willingness transformed into something way beyond eagerness. A buffet table of snacks and sodas lined the far wall besides an old-fashioned popcorn machine, and at least three stacks of movies and video games rested in between the four bean bags that had mysteriously replaced the couch. There was some epic music seemingly pouring into every downstairs room, and nestled on top of each bean bag was a new 7800-series dart blaster–the latest and greatest in the line.

"Merry early Christmas!" Webby proclaimed as she squeezed in between the boys, wrapping her arms as far as she could around their shoulders.

"Webby, what is all this?" Dewey asked in as much awe as he could manage, as his face was squished against Louie's from Webby's sudden hug.

"An early Christmas present from Granny and me!" With a final squeeze, she let them go and walked forward into the room, raising her arms as she spun about. "Since Uncle Scrooge is out at some holiday party tonight, and you guys didn't have any plans tonight anyway, Granny helped me put together the ultimate sleepover so we could test these bad boys out," she explained, patting her own dart blaster.

The triplets ran excitedly into the room, and together the four of them opened up their dart blasters. Webby was the first to finish setting hers up, her hands swiftly loading each dart with the grace of a seasoned expert. As she turned around to start explaining the details of the evening, her blaster cradled in a carrying position, she was surprised to have the air knocked out of her as Huey, Dewey, and Louie tackled her into a group hug, all four of them landing on her bean bag from the momentum.

"Thank you, Webby," Dewey said, with Huey and Louie echoing his sentiment.

After the initial shock wore off, Webby returned the hug with an internal squeal of glee. This moment alone made the past week of planning and secret-keeping worth it, and she savored each second of it.

As they all stood back up and grabbed their blasters, Louie asked, "So, what's the plan?"

Webby tilted her head forward, a sinister grin winding its way onto her face. "The plan, dear Louie, is to survive." She would've chuckled at the way Louie's face drained of color, had she not been trying to keep up her serious demeanor. "The stakes? Last duck standing gets to choose the first movie we watch and the first video game we play. The rules? Only to stay away from Uncle Scrooge's rooms and the Christmas decorations. Otherwise, everything inside and outside on the first floor is fair game. No teams, and no safe zones."

Before any of them could protest the lack of safe zones, she continued. "You have until the end of the next song to establish a base camp as your starting point. After that, it's–" Here, she cocked her blaster for dramatic effect. "–game on. GO!"

She sprinted out of the living room, Louie and Dewey hot on her tail while Huey went in the other direction. Louie split off in his own direction after the foyer, and Dewey in his after the first hallway.

Webby already knew where her base camp was going to be; she'd had it scouted out for three days now. Deep in the depths of Scrooge's Wing of Secr-garage was a particular configuration of old storage boxes that, to her surprise, had a pocket of space between them, creating a natural fort that was easy enough for her to flip into, but virtually undetectable to the passing eye from the outside. Base camps were not immune to open fire, but with this location, she had nothing to fear in regards to that.

After checking her base over, Webby paced outside it, waiting for the song thumping through the speakers to end before she raced off, eager to put distance between herself and her base before anyone could find her near it. And eager to find her first victim.

Aside from the extra adrenaline rush, that was one thing to be said about the music: it gave everyone an equal tactical advantage. No one could hear each other coming, unless they made a loud noise. It heightened the senses. It heightened the element of surprise.

Still, Webby moved as deftly as possible throughout the mansion, her feet lighter than feathers as she peeked out from corners before somersaulting behind furniture. She made it all the way back to the hallway outside the foyer before she caught any movement: a flash of green hoodie heading for the back door.

"Oh no you don't," she whispered to herself.

In one quick motion, she leapt out from her hiding spot behind an end table and shot Louie with two darts, one to each shoulder blade. He stumbled to the ground out of surprise, and Webby quickly picked up her darts before leaping over him, reaching the back door first. But before she could open the door, a single dart flew past her face and stuck to the glass pane. She barely saw Dewey's reflection in it as she yanked the door open and bounded down the steps to the backyard.

The moon was full and bright up above, providing ample lighting to see, but not necessarily be seen. It made the light dusting of snow on the ground look ethereal, like a true winter wonderland. The three ducks made their way outside and ran about without a care in the world, with Huey soon joining them once he realized where they were. They were all still in it to win it as they ducked behind trees and dodged darts with leaps behind shrubbery, but the cold air added a sense of wonder and joy to the game, a sense that left them laughing and taunting each other between shots.

They were the Duck family, and the night was theirs.

Until Huey tripped inexplicably, that is.

His sharp cry of pain led Webby to believe that one of his brothers had gotten in a really good shot, but when she reached the row of bushes he was hidden behind to assess the situation (and possibly gain a few more points), she saw no one but him, and no stray darts either. Only Huey wincing as he rubbed his leg, and the end of a bone sticking out of the ground.

All thoughts of the game immediately abandoned, Webby immediately knelt down beside Huey and called out for Dewey and Louie to join them. The other two rounded into view with blasters blazing, but Webby simply batted the darts away until they took in the situation.

"Huey! Are you okay?" Dewey asked as he and his brother joined the other two on the ground.

Louie looked between Huey and the bone. "What happened?"

After a moment to gather himself, Huey opened his eyes and nodded towards the bone. "I was just running and...I tripped on that." He moved his hands to reveal a scraped-up knee that was sure to bruise. "I'll be fine, but that is just plain creepy."

Webby left his side to inspect the bone. The end was big and knobby, and the rest of it seemed to extend far into the ground. A femur, if she were to guess at first glance. She knelt down and dug away at the dirt surrounding it, then, with some wiggling and prying, she pulled it clean from the ground. Yep, it was a femur alright.

"Guys, look!" she exclaimed as she turned back to the boys with the bone resting in her palms. Louie immediately flinched back, appalled by the sudden presence of an unearthed limb in his face.

"What the quack was that doing there?" Dewey questioned as he helped Huey sit up straighter.

Webby turned the bone over in her hands. "I don't know, but look: the part that was underground is covered in a pretty thick layer of dried mud. It must've been there for years. Maybe even decades."

"Uh...maybe we should show this to Mrs. Beakley?" Louie suggested.

"Uh-uh, we need to investigate this. Look!" She pointed towards the ground a few feet away from them. "Footprints."

Indeed, there beneath the light layer of snow that had gathered were a set of footprints, hardened by time and an average, unassuming size. They trailed towards the bone's resting place from who knew where on Scrooge's estate.

Webby slid a sly smile towards the triplets. "Boys, I believe our plans for the evening just changed."

"Aw, but I was winning the game!" Dewey lamented, his chin dropping to his chest in begrudging forfeit as the other three rolled their eyes at him.

After Huey insisted that he would be okay long enough for a quick adventure, the group got up and began backtracking the prints. They traveled further and further into the woods behind McDuck Manor, traversing slopes and tree trunks alike. They had all brought their dart blasters along, just in case, with Webby carrying hers in one hand and the femur in the other.

Eventually, the tracks led them to a thicket of bushes near the corner of the property line, with two trees towering in front like sentinels. The branches of the bushes looked quite old and worn out, with no foliage to be seen anywhere. It was as if Scrooge's groundskeeper hadn't touched this area in ages.

The tracks disappeared beneath the wood, and Webby crept forward to poke away at some of the branches with the bone to see where they led. To the group's surprise, they found a wooden cellar door. Its handles were weathered with rust and a splintered hole had been punched through the center of it.

"Riiiight, so...get Beakley now?" Louie insisted again, looking hopefully between his siblings, only to be disappointed when they shushed him and kept moving forward to enter the cellar. "Ugh, fine. But I so get to choose the first movie then when we get back."

"No, you don't," Dewey answered without missing a beat, leaving Louie to groan in protest.

One of the new features that made the 7800 blasters so brilliant was the addition of a 2-mode targeting light–one normal light mode, one night-vision mode. The four of them each turned on the normal light on their blaster once they realized there was absolutely no light in the cellar aside from the moonlight pouring in from above.

What the light revealed left chills running down their spines.

The cellar looked like a cross between a medieval dungeon and a vampire's lair. The walls were made of stone and a small hallway followed from the bottom of the stairs, with two heavy wooden doors lining the walls on either side, and a single door at the very end of the hallway. Aside from an old table with a cabinet on top of it next to the stairs, there was nothing but cobwebs and doors.

"This place looks like it was built before Scrooge got here," Huey observed, swiping a finger across the layer of dust on the table.

"All it's missing are the torches," Louie joked.

Webby ignored them both. Something felt off about this place, aside from the obvious. Surely she would've stumbled across it herself in all the years she had lived here, if not some sort of record of it in the archives. Did Scrooge even know about this place? Did her Granny? Or Duckworth?

"I think we should split up," she declared amid a chorus of "huh?!" and "are you crazy?" from the boys. She turned toward them, shaking her head. "Just for a minute. We'll each take a room along the hallway and see what's in them, and whoever finishes first can start in on the room at the end. We can get out of here quicker that way."

The three of them looked dubiously between each other before nodding one by one in reluctant agreement.

With the plan in place, they each took a door: Webby and Dewey the doors to the immediate left and right of the door at the end, and Huey and Louie the doors closer to the staircase.

Webby's door took some extra pushing to get it to open, but she eventually did, immediately bringing her blaster and the bone up to ward off any sudden danger. Yet a cursory glance around the room revealed nothing of interest. It was small, and almost looked like a storage shed. There was a bench off to one side, and a half-empty wall of tools on the far side. Nothing more than some tools, some rope, some rusty hedge clippers. Maybe this used to be Scrooge's gardener's tool shed in the early days of McDuck Manor, simply abandoned to sands of time?

A scream pierced through Webby's thoughts, and she raced out of the room to find Dewey and Huey looking back frantically at her, before they all turned towards the room at the end of the hall, its door wide open.

"LOUIE!"

The three of them rushed inside the final room, nearly tripping over each other as they waved the lights on their blasters around until they landed on Louie, who was curled up in a catatonic ball next to the door, his face frozen in sheer terror.

"What's wrong?" Huey asked him as he dropped to his side. He got no response, which prompted Webby and Dewey to look around the room with their blasters for the answer.

Webby was the first to find it.

"Uh, guys?"

Dewey gathered by her side and shined his light alongside hers so Huey could see it as well.

There, leaning against the opposite wall with its limbs sprawled out on the ground, was a duck's skeleton. Its entire left leg was missing from the hip down, and Webby gasped in shock as she dropped the femur in her hand with a thud.

The skeleton had a snapped noose hanging loosely around its neck, and it was dressed. Derby hat, brown coat, and red sweater. Cracked spectacles. Faded and decayed, but unmistakable.

No one dared to read the marker above the remains out loud, yet neither source of light could seem to stray away from it:

HERE RESTS SCROOGE MCDUCK 1867 - 1967

"Guys, h-have we been living with...a ghost?"

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[mochidust]

Yes, i am 100% a Jikook supporter.  My blog is a safe haven for those who love them as well as for those who love OT7.  I have zero tolerance for negative asks so if i don't post and answer your ask, most likely it was negative and i don't want to address it and start wars or... Tumblr ate it. Choose your option :) Also, I'm only going to talk about how I view them, not how anyone else should so don't get those panties up in a wad, thanks. Oh and this is gonna be a pretty fcuking long essay so please have your coffee, tea, bubble-tea, wine ready... you have been warned ;)

Shipping has never been my thing and even if i liked a pairing, it was always just platonic. Right off the bat, i liked the VMIN ship.  They were just the cutest kids/friends/siblings/soulmates. VMIN became my favorite/first BTS ship - again, it was strictly platonic shipping.  Bromance, that cute jazz and i still ship them like that. And besides, who doesn’t?!

One day, after watching a cute VMIN vid on youtube, i forgot to toggle off autoplay and a JiKook vid started playing and i...just... fell and i still haven't managed to get up yet. I tried really hard to just stan them as platonic, like i do VMIN but apparently, JJK is having none of that.  

And i really do mean that.  JJK was the person who changed my mind on their dynamics - even before the famous G.C.F. video.  He is my meme for that whole: You don't choose your ship, it chooses you dictum. After that vid, i got very interested and started re-watching their RUN eps and concert clips and boy oh boy. The amount of staring aka heart-eyes, the way JJK constantly hovers over PJM, the way he's always so attentive to ONLY PJM, the way he always strives to make Jimin laugh...i'm still dumbfounded.  I can't remember ever looking at a single man i've ever dated like that or received looks like that back.  Because trust me, if someone looked at me with the emotions of their heart spilling out of their eyes the way JJk does PJM, i would never let him go.  You know that familiar old saying of one wearing their heart on their sleeves? Well, that is not JJK at all. He is the only person i know who takes it up a notch and wears it in his gaze. And what is subtlety to this boy.

It's almost like this is a drama and i am watching it unfold in real time.  We started with the usual one-sided feelings, Jiminie who was so aggressive and open with his affections in chasing around the maknae.  I used to just brush those moments off as child's play...but they've become significant in the Jikook relationship. Stepping stones that mired what was inevitable.  It's like Jimin grew up and he turned into this beautiful swan that matched his beautiful personality and suddenly, everyone noticed - JJK first. This is where I'm really in awe...Their dynamics started shifting and as Jimin dialed back the public affections, JJK poured it on x10.  It almost seemed like the more JJK pushed Jimin for attention, the less PJM gave it and it resulted in JJK not giving a damn what anyone thought except for making PJM aware of his feelings. The hunted is now the hunter ;)

In the beginning, i tried to tell myself, hey, this is all in your imagination, quit trying to see things where they aren't!  They're just very fond group members! And as soon as i think that thought, JJK goes ahead and blows it to smithereens. He just won't let me live.  Following will be some reasons why it's so damn hard to breathe around these two:

When these two are together, they either sound like they're flirting, look like they're flirting or ARE INDEED FLIRTING. I can't shut up about this.  There's this level of intimacy that just dusts the air when these two are standing, sitting, laying next to each other.  But you know what's even more marvelous is that that air somehow gets even more intense when they are separated by other members. It's like the members become obstacles they have to overcome to let their love flourish so they amp things up even more lmao.  Off the top of my head is the moment recently in their vlive where they were toasting to their AMA performance and Yoongi was in the middle like a barrier but those two...the flirting and giggling and stuttering...I'm sure Yoongs was just like...get me the fcuk away from these lovesick fools. I know i would've been running.

They can be quite fiercely protective of one another. Jimin is affectionate with every member, true, but no one can deny that he's particularly soft for JJK, as proven in a Run ep when he gave the extra food flag to JJK and made his own teammate/soulmate V beg for his lol... There's also BV2 when he tries to win a meal for JJK with the table game, when he offers his bed space to JJK...Jimin is always trying to feed JJK when he loses in games, making sure he's comfortable when they're sleeping, encouraging him to speak up, say whats on his mind,  and JJK reciprocates in kind, albeit more quietly; waiting for PJM’s slow butt, defending PJM when others poke fun at him, complimenting him when he's unsure (especially when it's unwarranted), even going as far as defending PJM before anyone can tease him!  An example of that is during BV2 when the boys were cooking for one another and Jimin made that dish that tasted like pickled pollack roe.  I'm sure JJK didn't want the other's comments to hurt Jimin's feelings (even though it didn't come off that way) so he pepped up with the whole "I love pickled pollack roe" even though no one else cared. Thats the kind of love and devotion JJK shows to PJM - it’s quiet, uplifting, supportive and it is endearing beyond all.  And don’t forget...whenever the groups play games, JJK always finds a way to cheer on Jimin, even if they are on opposing teams. Talk about being sweet on someone. I'm actually quite jealous.

Satellite Jeon has got to be my most favorite JJK. I've, in all honesty, never seen anyone orbit before until Jungkook.  He can be at the opposite end of the stage and somehow, come hell or high water, he will make it to park beside Jimin.  Like Jimin is his security blanket and he needs that source of comfort and warmth. I am just overly fond of that one vlive for Hobi's birthday when freaking JJK worked his away behind the camera to stand right behind PJM.  As if that wasn't enough, he had to place his hands on PJM's shoulders to make it be known that "hey, I'm right here behind you."  We see you, Jeon, trust me, we do. It's really endearing to watch Jimin's personal hoverboard in action.  In interviews, during speeches...there are so many circumstances where he either moves to stand closer to Jimin or moves to stand where he can see Jimin more clearly and i haven't seen him do that with others. It's like Jimin is a magnet for his eyes.  Love songs always quote: I only have eyes for you. And Jungkook proves that quote true.

G.C.F Tokyo broke me out of my musings of them being just friends permanently.  Who does this?!  Who goes out of their way to cart around a huge camera all day and take videos/photos of someone else on a vacation?  Either a photographer who is working or a LOVER. Obviously JJK’s profession is not that of a photographer so...yeah. Listen, I love my siblings/friends but you’ll never catch me lugging that around while im on vacation, no way.  After i watched that video, i sat in silence for a good long time.  Can you imagine the planning that goes on behind something like this? It’s no overnight thought-process.  Neither is the piecing together of it.  The amount of time, dedication, love, affection JJK put into this video is heartwarming. Seeing PJM the way JJK sees him is breathtaking. While sitting there in the afterglow of that marvelous tribute, i realized that in this world, all i ever want is for someone to love me, see me, the way that JJK sees PJM.  I want that glow that PJM emitted while frolicking freely with JJK, that happiness that is threatening to burst out of both their chests, that pure, unabashed tenderness for one another.

I’d have expected something like that from PJM, the open, brazen, affectionate little bean. But to have it come from JJK the introvert, shy, always in his own bubble guy... It’s baffling. I’ve always thought JJk was quite a chameleon. There's layers upon layers upon layers with this man.  If i were to compare them to food, i would say PJM is decadent mousse in a glass cup where you know and can see the layers and appreciate them thoroughly.  JJK is that delicious chocolate cake where you have to cut inside the cake to see how many layers are present.  He's an awesome anomaly. And...maybe that is why they fit together so well.  What JJK lacks, PJM makes up for and vice versa. Jimin is all things dainty and Jungkook is all things masculine.  It's a perfect fit.

None of us know them personally. We can only ship from afar so please ship respectfully.

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damn. i didn’t think it was this long.  If you got through this, kudos to you, my friend :)

#jikook #kookmin #jungkook #jimin #my babies #jikook jikook jikook #don't like it #don't read it #md;text

[derryhawkins]

Growing Fame (1/??)

summary: A modern AU where the losers are semi-famous for different things, and when they all run into each other at a certain event, all of their fans go bat-shit crazy – wanting the seven to spend more time together. What they didn’t expect even more than that, though, was a well-known and mean journalist to write bad reviews on them all. Their growing fame could soon shrink, they quickly realized. warnings: nothing, really; swearing. pairings: not yet decided a/n: I am excited for this, not gonna lie. To sum up the reasont that they’re famous: Most of the losers are YouTubers. Stan, Eddie, and Bill are this funny famous trio who used to be on Vine. Bev is a make up/FX artist. Mike is a singer on YouTube who’s slowly getting famous. Richie’s in a band. & Ben makes educational history vids with the occasional blog of him & Mike together bc they’re bffs. Hope you guys enjoy!! 

oh & this is like 2.4k words, so beware bc its a bit long.

CH 1 | CH 2 | CH 3

Day Off

Mike Hanlon laid on the couch in his apartment – head propped up by cushion, a guitar on his stomach, clothes mismatched from being lazy, and his golden retriever laying beside the couch while the black cat was curled between his feet. He strummed the guitar and hummed a tune of one of his songs with his eyes closed. He was simply relaxing, enjoying the time by himself with his two lovely pets. He could faintly hear his friend in the guest bedroom, an occasional yell being heard that made Mike halt his strumming for a short second before starting again. The dark skinned male had no idea what his friend was doing but he didn’t matter. He had a day off.

A day off from working his ass off to get his EP done for his fans – a surprise for them, actually. Mike was a singer/song writer on YouTube who had just recently been signed a record label deal for the next five years. He had been working on the EP before, but now it’s basically officially official that it will all happen. The work was tiresome, surprisingly. He stood in a studio all day, singing his heart out, and it was fun, don’t worry, but he just couldn’t help but feel that he needed everything for it to be perfect. Besides, he needed one more song plus the name for the EP and he had no idea what to do for those two things.

He was in a writing slump and all the names for EP he came up with sounded idiotic. But he had to admit that this all beat working at the family farm. He loved it there, too; he loved all the animals and spending time with family. But he also loved music, and once his grandfather agreed that Mike could give the music career a go, he was ecstatic.

Mike halted his strumming and humming once again as the guest bed room flung open. His eyes opened as well when the sound of footsteps were heard to be coming closer, and as Sandy the golden retriever lifted her head. Not too soon later, Ben Hanscom stood in the living room with a fowl expression and crossed arms. It was rare to see Ben so upset at somethings, so Mike quickly sat up.

Ben and Mike had been friends ever since they started college together a couple years ago. At the time, Mike was working on becoming an engineer with the side job of music - just playing at little venues to get the money with the occasional video up on YouTube just like he had done in high school. But once his videos got more popular and as he realized that music could be his career, he focused more on the music. Still, though, he was working on a minor in engineering with a major for general studies. It wasn’t too much to handle.

Ben had become Mike’s roommate. He was in love, and still is, with history. All his life he had been fascinated by it, and he was glad to know Mike didn’t find it annoying; the boy actually agreed. At some point in time he started putting up videos explaining history and doing little cartoons along with it; the first video got pretty popular pretty quickly, surprising both boys, and now two years later Ben has a contract with a company that pays him. He posts explanatory and educational videos of history. He also has a vlog, just posting there once in a while when there’s a longer time period in between videos.

So, the two boys knew each other pretty well. After two years of dealing with each other, becoming close friends, and slowly rising to popularity together, both of them noticed what made the other tick. What made them annoyed, or happy, or scared, or angry. So Mike Hanlon was pretty quick to pick up on Ben Hanscom’s annoyance.

“Dude, everything okay?” Mike asked carefully, making sure not to accidentally kick Salem (yes he named the cat after the black cat from Sabrina the Teenage Witch, okay?) as he moved his legs. Salem was quick to leave.

“We need to go to comic con this year.”

Mike stared for a moment before cracking a smile. “Is that why you’re pissed?” He asked.

“Mike, we missed last year, okay? We can’t miss two years in a row! I need to dress up as Star Lord at least once in my life without getting weird looks and to geek over Game of Throwns with other people.”

“I geek about it.”

“You complain about the nudity.”

“Well, I watch the show for the action; not the sex scenes!”

For a few seconds the two twenty year olds were quiet, staring at one another, waiting to see if the conversation was going to turn into a debate that they usually had when Game of Throwns was brought up. Was there too much nudity in the show? Mike often with yes, most of the time, while Ben said it was fine; they once got in an argument about it in a public place and the looks they got made them regret having being so loud about it.

Thankfully, though, neither boy continued on with the subject. Ben uncrossed his arms and shrugged as he said, “Anyway, we’re going to comic con.”

“Alright, fine. Need me to buy the tickets?”

“Ah, no, I have the money. Thanks for offering, though, Mike,” Ben told him.

The taller boy gave a smile and nodded. “Welcome, B.”

“Hey, guys, I have a day off from school and work and editing videos, so here I am doing a live stream! With Stan and Bill!”

“I was forced into this,” Stanley Uris’ voice sounded as he situated himself in front of the propped up phone. He gave a small glare to Eddie Kaspbrak but at seeing the smaller boy smile innocently at him, he rolled eyes and smiled back. “It’s barely started and I already regret this.”

“Aw S-Stan, it won’t even last th-thuh-thirty minutes,” Bill Denbrough said. He refrained from making a face as he stuttered; most of the time he didn’t now a days, but once in a while it would pop up. Stan glanced over at him and shrugged. He had already sat down on the other side of Eddie, one arm thrown around the back of Eddie’s chair and the other in his lap as he held his phone.

The three boys were known for goofing off in front of the camera together on YouTube. It used to be Vines, once upon a time. Bill and Eddie started out there and soon Stan joined and they had both separate accounts and a joint account where they would constantly make stupid yet funny videos together. They got pretty famous, too, so once Vine ceased to exist, they moved on YouTube. Still stupid but funny. Once in a while ranting videos. An occasional vlog here and there. Then the rare live stream, something Eddie decided to do today.

“Anyway, we are here to answer some questions!” Eddie exclaimed, clapping his hands together and giving a smile. “So ask away.”

Bill leaned forward to read one of the many comments.  “ ‘BILL’,” he paused and laughed at the fact that his name was in all caps, “ ‘What’s is like living with Stan and Eddie?’ Oh, wow- o-okay. Not that bad, actually. They’re both nice and neat people. I’m the messy one, they clean up after me a lot.”

“No one likes your dirty socks under the couch, William,” Stan informed him with a teasing attitude. Bill flipped him off but they all laughed.

“ ‘When will Bill’s book be done’?” Stan read the next question. He then turned to look at Bill, who gave a shrug and a nod. Stan nodded back before answering. “Sometime in November! We’re excited about it. Bill won’t let us read it until then, so we’ve been stuck to waiting with you guys.”

“It’s a surprise, idiots,” the tallest male explained.

They then went on and answered more questions. Are you guys going to comic con in 2 weeks? The answer was an enthusiastic yes from all three boys. When will we get another video of Stan with the birds? Stan had answered sometime soon, when the raining whether outside was sunshine instead. Then they got questions about the different types of birds and Stan grinned the entire time answering the ones he could. Then Eddie answered one about how his nursing major was going; despite being popular in the media, Eddie still went to school.

They all did. He didn’t want to be left in the dust, having to work random jobs, when they decide to stop making videos, so he decided nursing would do just fine. Bill majored in English and constantly had papers to write, but still somehow found time to write his upcoming book and make videos with his two friends, even sometimes his little brother, Georgie, back at home. Stan decided to just do general studies but then also decided to minor in World Religions. Between all of that, he also had a wide knowledge of birds.

“ ‘Favorite bands’?” Eddie read one of the comments after complaining about his lack of sleep. “Imagine Dragons,” he quickly answered.

“The Records,” Bill said at the same time, excitement evident on his features and in his voice.

“Who the fuck are The Records?” Stan asked.

Eddie pointed at their Jewish friend, “I’m with Stan on this one.”

Bill grinned. “Remember that guy I told you about who made dick jokes and your mom jokes a lot at my high school?”

“Oh, no,” Eddie groaned with a grimace on his face.

Stanley frowned and rolled his eyes. “Your best friend until you came here?”

“He’s still my best friend! I’m bitter that you guys haven’t met him yet, but he’s in a band called The Records. He’s the lead singer, too, and they’re good. They got a record deal last year and they’ve been getting more popular since.”

“Huh,” came from both Eddie and Stan.

“Maybe I’ll give them a listen,” Stan muttered.

“He sounds annoying from all the things you’ve told us about it. But good for his band, I guess,” Eddie said. He glanced at his phone and chuckled at one of the comments. My aesthetic: Bill gushing about his friends and promoting them. He read it out loud, which just caused everyone to laugh and agree with the fan.

Shortly after, the livestream on Instagram ended and three boys piled out of the apartment and went to dinner.

Richie Tozier was grinning from ear to ear by the end of the live stream that had his best friend in it - the best friend that wasn’t Beverly Marsh, of course. He laughed slightly and laid across his bed. It was no secret that Richie watched every livestream, YouTube video, vlog, or whatever that Bill Denbrough was in; they were best friends in high school and supported each other then. He wasn’t going to stop supporting the guy now just because they lived in different cities.

(And, no, he wasn’t watching the smaller boy’s videos daily; just the one’s with Bill. He didn’t follow Eddie Kaspbrak on all social media platforms, either, no he did not).

(Fucking liar).

Richie went to the message app and sent Bill a text.

to Big Bill: aw bill u sure ur not in love with me???

He got a quick response.

from Big Bill: i’m in love with chicken wings, rich, how many times do we have to discuss this

to Big Bill: until the die I day to Big Bill: wait to Big Bill: until the day I die!

from Big Bill: fucking hell

Richie laughed and exited out of the app. He was about to go onto Twitter, to see if there was any drama regarding anything interesting, when his door flung open to reveal his redheaded best friend standing there with a pissed off expression. Richie raised an eyebrow. She should be on a date; he should be having the rest of the day to himself. He quickly sat up and rolled off of his bed and walked over to Beverly.

“Bev, what happened?” He asked. He could slowly feel himself getting pissed at whatever the situation was.

Beverly Marsh was like his sister and damned be any girl or guy who hurt her feelings. They met a year ago, outside of the a club after being kicked out for being underage. Ever since then, they’ve been inseparable. They got an apartment together not even three months after knowing each other; that’s how well they got along. Of course, though, they got into their little quarrels and fights but not once did they say they hated the other or that they wanted to move out. There was like an unspoken agreement to never say those words.

“Do I need to fight her? I will, just say the word!”

Beverly rolled her eyes yet there was a tiny smile on her lips that soon vanished as quick as it came. The scowl was back and Richie could faintly see tears building up in her eyes. “She didn’t fucking show,” she seethed out finally. “I mean, last time she had actually came and gave an explanation before leaving right after. But this time she fucking- I sat there for nearly two hours! It was humiliating, Rich.”

Richie sighed and extended his arms. “Do you need a hug?”

“No,” Bev shook her head. But she glanced up and slouched her shoulders at seeing the look on Richie’s face. “Fine,” she sighed. She was then instantly pulled into a bone crushing hug by the lead singer of The Records. She didn’t hesitate to hug back. “I’m going to go plan out my next make up video later. Can I do yours again sometime soon?”

“Sure can, Bev. Oh, and guess what I got tickets for today,” Richie told her. A smirk formed on his lips.

Beverly pulled away from the hug and looked up at him after wiping under her eyes. She had blinked back most of the tears but still some leaked out.

“Dude, no way?” She asked, excited about it all even though Richie didn’t actually say the words. They have both been talking about it for days now, not knowing if they could actually get tickets.

“Yes way! Get your costume ready, Miss Marsh, because we’re going to comic con!”

#give this some love and attention if like this bc I'm low key anxious about this #the losers club #modern au #*growing fame #it #it 2017 #richie tozier #eddie kaspbrak #bill denbrough #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #beverly marsh #stan uris #beverie #stenbrough #reddie #stike #bichie #streddie #steddie #stozier #pls don't hate me for adding all the ships bc idk which ships will be in this so i'm being prepared #my writing #fic

[opalcosplays]

Witch OC Progress Entry #2

I’ve been neglecting to do this for so long omg it’s flippin August xD

So I was wrong in the last post.  There were fewer things absolutely certain than originally thought.  Like the color combo.  First it was purple and black and silver.  Then it was blue and black and silver.  Finally I decided to have red and black and silver.

The Corset

Almost immediately we started casually looking through Amazon for corsets.  They are not that cheap.  I need one with straps in order to set my cat puppet, Grendel, on my shoulder.

We had even worse luck finding purple corsets once we factored in the need for straps.  So I changed my mind to blue.  We had an easier time finding blue corsets with straps, but none that I particularly liked.

Finally, after watching a Just Dance video on YouTube (I kid you not), I decided to go with red.  The only colors that have stayed in the palette this whole time have been the black and the silver.  Luckily for me, we hadn’t bought any fabric for the skirt or any makeup products yet.

Then we made the brilliant decision of making the corset ourselves.  I know, great idea.  Spend a bunch of money on a specific fabric (assuming we can find one that I like) for a specific style that I want.  Then get a sewing machine with none of us having any background in using one.  The only sewing I’ve ever done myself has been fixing holes in dog toys.  I know, lowkey sad.

But we did it.  We bought a sewing machine (and THOSE THINGS ARE NOT CHEAP LET ME TELL YOU), got some practice fabric from the clearance rack, and my dad started practicing using the machine.  It came out pretty nice with the practice fabric.  My mom half joked that we could put some stuffing in it and make a small pillow.

Then came the task of finding fabric for the corset.  According to the Internet, you need brocade fabric or some kind of curtain type fabric to make this stupid corset.  As if this wasn’t stressful enough, now we gotta hunt for this special fabric and hope and pray we find some in a nice black and red pattern I like.

We go to Joann’s.  Hope is high, chances are alright.  Before buying anything, we decide to check and see what Hobby Lobby has.  So we go there.  Hope is lowered, chances are even lower.  We pop by Michael’s.  Hope is low, chances are slim to none.  We go back to Joann’s.

We look at the pattern we bought a while back to see if it says what fabrics we can use.  Lo and behold, cotton is an option!

We book it to the cotton section of the ginormous fabric section.  They have some nice red and black fabrics, but I want some more black on it.  I turn my head and I see a glorious sight before me.  I felt like a spotlight shone from the Heavens and I heard angels sing.

The Halloween fabrics.

This gorgeous fabric was the first to catch my eye.  It is wonderful: red roses, black coffins and bats on a gray-black setting.  I was almost deadset on this one until I saw another.

HOW COULD I NOT GET THIS MASTERPIECE?!  Red roses, cobwebs, black bats, SKULLS WITH MELTING CANDLES ON TOP OF THEM!  IT SCREAMS GOTHIC MENACE, EXACTLY WHAT I WANT.  EVIL BUT NOT TOO EVIL.  DARK AND GORGEOUS (not unlike Elijah from The Originals).

I chose this fabric.  This is what my corset will have.  We also got the interlining or intertubing or whatever the lining/boning stuff is called.  It’s not whalebone, mind you, but good sturdy plastic.  We also got some plain black cotton for the inside.

Half of the outside layer is done.  I’m not sure how much there is total since my dad is the one sewing it BUT I’M EXCITED.

We’ve also decided to hang little bottles on it as well.  This corked bottles are the size of bracelet/necklace charms because that’s what they are.  We got them at Hobby Lobby because Hobby Lobby has A LOT of jewelry charms.  Inside the bottles will be dust glitter.  Think pixie dust.  To make the glitter glow, there will be tiny LED lights inside.  The bottles will be sewn to the corset with conductive thread.  I’m gonna try to explain conductive thread as best as I can, but if that doesn’t work then I suggest trying Google.

Conductive thread is actual thread.  You sew it into the fabric and connect it to a battery.  When turned on, whatever you want to light up or move will do so, assuming you’ve attached all the right parts and haven’t broken the thread or whatever.  It’s like wiring, but it’s thread.

The Skirt

We got this poofy black tutu type thing to add poof to the top since we weren’t sure if using just the fabric we bought at Joann’s would be enough.

Speaking of the skirt fabric...

So when we first decided to make a poofy tulle skirt, we popped by Joann’s and looked through the tulle/netting section of fabric.  Reds, blues, blacks, whites.  Elsa blue, Belle yellow, I’m noticing all sorts of things that would be useful for other projects.  Then we stumble upon a silver tulle.  With black crescent moons and stars.

Sadly, I don’t have a picture of it.  Even more sad, we can’t find it anymore.

See, we didn’t buy it right then and there like we should’ve because we had no idea how much we’d need.  We hadn’t taken my measurements yet.  Hell at this point we hadn’t even decided to make the corset yet.  So we decided to wait.  We went back the next week, and it was gone.  It hasn’t returned.

Now we jump forward to picking out fabric for the skirt.  This is about a week or two after buying the corset fabric.  Black and silver tulle will be easy to find.  Red is pretty abundant as well, but I want a specific shade of red.  A dark red, but not too dark, but also not too light.

We’re flipping through the bolts of fabric, when this piece jumps out at me.

The red is a bit bright, but other than that it’s the near perfect fabric.  Deciding to look for other options in case there’s something else, we keep flipping.  We’re almost at the end now.  I flip the second-to-last bolt, and this one pops out.

Quite literally.  It actually fell and whacked my forehead.

BUT LOOK AT IT.  THIS IS IT.  THIS IS THE FABRIC I WILL USE.  The red is a bit bright, but not as bright as the bats on the other one.  This is the perfect shade I was looking for.  We didn’t end up buying it for another week or two because it’s about $40 a yard and there were no sales or coupons at the time.

First we bought 2 yards.  A couple weeks ago we went back to look for a bright silver tulle (which was easy to find and pretty cheap too) and, after much stress, decided to get another 1-2 yards.  We had a coupon, but ended up using it something else because the fabric was already on sale and was excluded from the coupon.  Of course.

Last week we went and bought some black elastic to make the skirt.  So it goes like this:

The poofy black tutu-skirt goes on first.  Then the actual skirt goes on over it.  If I swish there are some gaps, but I don’t really swish.  There was no sewing.  Just tying the fabric around the elastic.  I comes about halfway between my ankles and my knees, which is the perfect length because we also got these cute red-and-black striped tights to wear underneath and, combined with the ankle boots I’m wearing, you can still see them.

Makeup

In between the time we spent looking for fabrics for both the corset and skirt and making them, I’ve been practicing makeup looks.  First I was deadset on recreating this look with black, red and silver.  I went out and got this palette for it.  I also got some silver glitter eyeliner too because I WANT GLITTER.

I love this.  But after getting the corset, there is so much black in the outfit that I wanted something with more red.  So I went looking for red eye makeup looks on YouTube but could not for the life of me find something I wanted.

Then, while I was sick, I stumbled upon this tutorial.  I wanted to do this but replace the coppers with red.  So I did.  It took a couple days of trying, but I finally settled on a combo I like.

And you can’t really tell, but the silver glitter goes into a wing.  I love outlining my glitter liner, so I’m thinking about getting red eyeliner and trying something new with that and black liner.  I don’t know if it’ll work, but I hope it does.  I really want the silver to be obvious, so I guess if it doesn’t work I could try building it up a little higher than it is here.  But then I don’t want the silver to hide all the glorious red, so there’s that too.

Do you see my problem lol

Also I’m planning on getting a silver crayon to use instead of the white on the inner corner.  If that doesn’t work then I’ll just still to the white.

And LET ME TELL YOU BLACK EYESHADOW IS A PAIN IN THE ASS TO GET OFF OF YOUR LASHLINE LIKE HOLY CRAP

Accessories

When it comes to jewelry, I’ve come a long way.  I wanted something gothic and cool but also, obviously, in black and red.  TO AMAZON.

And I found this necklace, this bracelet, and this finger claw awesomeness.

I also have this dragon earring/cuff that I got from the renaissance fair back in April.  Pain in the ass to get on but still gorgeous.

I should also mention that I’ve given the character an name.

Morgana Alexa Carter.

Go follow my main blog to discover more about her personality.  Why?  Because that’s where I’m developing her as a person.  Here is where I create the costumes.  For her this costume is basically what she would use if she would dress up as a witch for Halloween, especially since she is a witch.

So the week of the con I’m headed to the salon to get my hair dyed red.  It’s gonna be a nice bright red and I’m SO excited for it.  I’ve only had red in my hair one time and that was back in December 2014 when I’d had ONE streak on both sides of my head for Christmas (one green & one red).

On the other hand I’m also kinda nervous because red fades fast and even though I won’t be washing it until the con I’m afraid of it fading too much.  Because I’m paranoid like that.

Props

I want a prop for this costume (besides Grendel).  Michael’s already has some of their Halloween stuff out.  MY PEOPLE ARE RISING.

So we’re looking through the Halloween stuff.  I’m seeing fake crows, skulls, cobwebs, etc.  Then my eyes land on a stack of fake spellbooks.  I want a spellbook.

My dad turns to Pinterest.  There he finds a way to make an old leather-bound book, like the one from Hocus Pocus.  We got a small and a big wooden book from Michael’s, the kind that looks like a book but is actually a box.  The small one will be a practice one.  The big one will be untouched until further notice.  We also got some big books that no one cares about from Half Price Books to use.  We’ll see which one looks better.

Basically it requires mod podge and paper towels.  I’m not sure how that’s gonna work, but I trust my dad.  That’s also why we bought practice books.  We also got some charms from Hobby Lobby to try and put on the book so it looks like they’re inside the cover.  We’re also planning on (hopefully) getting an eye like the ones we got for Foxy, as well as a small skeleton hand to act as the clasp of the book.

That’s about it though.  I’ll put up pictures of everything I haven’t ASAP.  Until then I’ll catch you in the next update.  No matter when that is...

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A Series of Unfortunate Events (opinion piece)

From Page to Screen to Screen... Again...

Normally, this would be the point in the week where I’d post a movie review, but seeing as nothing very interesting came out this weekend, I decided to try something new. Today, I’ll be looking at both the 2004 movie and recent Netflix TV adaptations of Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, and seeing how they each hold up against the books on which they’re based. Sure, there’s about a dozen other articles/video essays that I can think of off the top of my head that deal with the same question of “which is better,” but being that I’m such a big fan of the books, I figured I’d throw my hat into the ring, an expression which here means: “write a big long think piece for my blog that nobody reads because I’m bored at work.”

So anyway, there seemed to be a general sigh of relief when Netflix dropped their long-awaited adaptation of the classic 21st century children’s series, which was seen by many as a sort of apology for the crimes committed by the 2004 Jim Carey version. “UGH,” said the collective millennial public, “FINALLY we get a proper adaptation of these books I haven’t picked up in over a decade!” The whole thing felt eerily similar to the reaction against the Star Wars prequels when The Force Awakens came out almost two years ago (holy shit, it’s been almost two years hasn’t it?) The fact is, no matter which side of either debate you stand on, it’s impossible to deny that we’ve backed ourselves into something of a corner when it comes to judging movies/television on its own merits. Save for the occasional original gem, the vast majority of modern entertainment is comprised of re-workings and re-hashes of material that’s previously existed in some form or another, meaning it’s impossible to analyze said material without at least discussing its fidelity to the original source, and close to impossible to not let that influence how you think about it on its own. No, you CAN’T like Episode I because Jar-Jar isn’t nearly as funny a Chewbacca. No, you CAN’T say Game of Thrones is better than the books because Daario’s hair isn’t blue in the TV series (seriously, this is the shit people argue about now-a-days).

And now, it appears not even A Series of Unfortunate Events is safe, which is really *ahem* unfortunate, considering Dan Handler’s 13-part YA saga might be one of the best things to happen to children’s literature since… ever. No, seriously, go back an pick up one of those books. Dust it off and shower yourself with some of with wittiest, most (literally) devastatingly brilliant writing this side of Oscar Wilde. For those who grew up with the Baudelaire orphans, these books were a watershed. Not only did they accomplish the insurmountable task of actually getting us to read on our own when we were 9-years old, but they taught us all the hard lessons about life, death, and morality that the adults were too scared to mention even amongst themselves.

So yeah, of course we were going to get a movie with a $150 million budget once they were selling in the same leagues as Harry Potter. And yeah, of course we were going to get a Netflix series once streaming gave us the opportunity to do long-form storytelling on a large canvas without spending $150 million. Which one of them is better? Neither, if you ask me, but I’d argue that bashing them in relation to each-other and/or in relation to the books isn’t going to get us anywhere. A “Cinema Sins” video is going to take us nowhere on the journey to analyzing great art, or even appreciating it. And if there’s anything to come out of the zeitgeist in the last couple of decades that could clarify as great art, it’s A Series of Unfortunate Events.

To start, I want to talk about what each of these adaptations do right. I’ll come right off the bat and say that I love both the show and the movie for many different reasons, and that even though the books will always hold the top spot in my mind, they hold that spot for reasons that go beyond some bullshit like whether Klaus wears glasses or not.

The show, for one, covers a lot of ground. I really despise judging an adaptation on how much they cut out of the source material (more on that later), but there’s something to admire about how closely Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events sticks to the books. Four novels in and it seems like everything on the page has ended up on screen and then some. Adapting for long form television has given the showrunners (one of whom is Handler himself) to actually expand on the story, something rarely seen even in our Game of Thrones age. The argument of whether or not the show “gets the books right” is rendered almost completely irrelevant because it IS the books, just with Neil Patrick Harris. We get to witness all the stuff we’ve been picturing in our mind for years, we get to see the Lucky Smells Lumber Mill come to life, we get to experience going to the movies with Uncle Monty. I think a lot of the reason fans responded so well to the show was because it reflected the books so slavishly, giving us exactly what we asked for by giving us everything we asked for, all at once. It reminded me a lot of the PBS Pride and Prejudice in that it was difficult not to be a fan of the book and not be a fan of the show for no other reason than the show treated the book as a Bible.

The film, on the other hand, is two hours long. Not only that, but it spends those two hours going through the first three novels in the series, something that takes close to six hours in Netflix land. Our automatic instinct is to see this as a fault, but when was the last time you actually watched the movie? Rather, when was the last time you read the first three books? They’re fantastic, sure, but they’re also fantastic books. What enjoys and pleases us sitting with a bulk of paper by a crackling fireplace might not bring us the same joy when sitting in a dark, stuffy room with dozens of other people. One of the big faux pas in all these “which one is better” conversations is a misunderstanding of what different mediums can do and what can be achieved in each. The 2004 film might compress the books, but it illustrates them beautifully. The detail isn’t in how well we get to know each member of Olaf’s troupe, it’s in the little, subtle ways in which they express themselves onscreen. Sure we don’t get to spend hours and hours with Uncle Monty like we would watching the show or reading the books, but with Billy Connolly’s exceptional performance, we feel like we’ve spent hours with him.

The fact is, taken on its own merits, the 2004 Series of Unfortunate Events is a great movie. The aesthetic, the visual storytelling, the writing, and the performances are all so universally fantastic that comparing it to the books feels oddly irrelevant. The word “adaptation” implies some level of interpretation. It implies a level of taking what’s on the page and filtering it through our own personal beliefs and opinions. For all the talk about which one of these versions is “better,” little has been said about the different contexts in which they were made. The general attitude towards the concept of “evil,” which is a big theme in the Series books, was vastly different in 2004 than it is (was?) in 2016. In 2004, the United States had just invaded Iraq. We were still reeling from the single most devastating terrorist attack in human history, and our enemies seemed, at least at the time, very concrete. In the film, there’s a lot more of an emphasis on the idea of “fire” as a weapon. The wreckage of the Baudelaire mansion is shot and treated with the sobriety of a lot of post-911 photography. Jim Carey’s Olaf is significantly more insidious than Neil Patrick Harris’. He gets what we wants through fear mongering and cunning, often fooling nice, reasonably intelligent adults through a series of carefully planned and lethal actions. Much like… you know… a terrorist.  

In the Netflix series, however, the enemy isn’t so much “evil” as it is stupidity. Olaf in the show is treated like a complete idiot who just so happens to get his way because literally everyone else is too stupid to know what’s going on. One could argue that while Olaf is the source of the conflict, the real antagonist of the show is Mr. Poe, who, despite “seeming” to care about the kids, constantly places them in harmful, potentially life threatening situations because he thinks he knows better. There isn’t a set enemy here. The enemy, if you can call it that, is ourselves, our own blindness to the reality of our present situation. If that sounds familiar, it’s because it’s one of the many excuses we gave for electing a fucking James Bond villain into one of the most powerful positions in the world. Donald Trump is an idiot, sure, but he’s an idiot with access to nukes, and *apparently* that’s somehow our fault.

You see what I’m getting at here? Whether intentionally or not, art is always in some way reflecting the world in which its produced, and that’s especially true of Series. One could argue that, simply by consequence of the time it was born into, the Netflix show is closer in tone and aim to what Handler originally intended, but I’m not sure I’d agree with that. Sure, the show is significantly more ironic than the movie, much like the books. It contains much more references to pop culture, classic literature, and the world in which it was written, much like the books. But unlike the books, everything I just said comes off as funny, surreal, and at times even distancing. Watching the Netflix show is like watching an eight-hour long Wes Anderson film. It’s fun, colorful, and WAY more educated than you are, but for those very reasons, its harder to identify with what’s going on up on screen. The books, on the other hand, are deeply involving, deeply dark, and deeply funny. It’s a swirl of contradictions that can really only work properly when you’re reading it off a page. Postmodernism works differently on film than it does in literature. Translating directly from one to the other causes a kind of whiplash that the show suffered from on multiple occasions.

See, this is why I’ll always treasure the books. Specifically the Snicket books, because while I’ve gotten emotionally attached to characters in other stories and novels, Series was able to ignite the imagination in such a specific way, that literally taking it and putting it up on screen automatically lessens the effect. When I was ten, I had no idea what the Squalors’ endlessly large penthouse in Eratz Elevator actually looked like. I had no clue what it would be like to see Hector’s hot-air home in Vile Village. I have only the vivid, mysterious pictures that were painted in my mind, and nothing Netflix or Nickelodeon can conjure up will ever compare to that.

I envy all the kids who are going to grow up watching the Netflix series. I envy all of them who are going to go back and experience the movie as a result. What I do not envy is missing out on one of the better reading experiences of a lifetime in favor of either of those things, or vice versa. There’s an important lesson to be learned from all this: when we pit up art against itself, we rob ourselves of the opportunity to appreciate it on a deeper level. When we breathe a sigh of relief when we get the adaptation we always wanted, we miss out on the chance to challenge, and possibly refine our own points of view. Sometimes, we loose sight of what makes these things so lovable in the first place, and that’s unfortunate.

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NEW: Let Your Happiest Customers Do the Selling With Showcase Reviews

Today, we’re launching an important and eagerly-awaited feature for Reputation Manager. It’s called Showcase Reviews and, as the name suggests, it allows you to showcase your customers’ reviews beautifully on your website.

The addition of Showcase Reviews means you can now use Reputation Management as an end-to-end solution for managing reviews.

With Monitor Reviews, you can track and respond to reviews on 80+ websites, all in one place.

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And with Showcase Reviews, you can now easily collate your best reviews and display them proudly on your website.

Monitor Reviews → Get Reviews → Showcase Reviews

It’s almost like we had it planned all along

But we didn’t just build Showcase Reviews to give you an end-to-end review management solution. Our goal with Showcase Reviews was to make adding and managing reviews on your site as easy as possible.

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Why is manually maintaining reviews on websites such a pain?

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Firstly, there’s the issue of having your customer reviews spread across a ton of review platforms. You might have to trawl through hundreds of reviews on dozens of sites to find the juiciest reviews.

The Struggle to Show Reviews

Next, there’s the pain of actually getting them on your site. Review sites seem to pride themselves in making it frustratingly hard to embed reviews – Google My Business doesn’t even offer a review widget and instead asks users to wrestle an API into submission.

So if you’re going down the embed route, you’re missing out on all your Google reviews, right off the bat. Then there’s the task of picking just one review site’s widget to embed, or resorting to a hodgepodge of multiple embeds worthy of Dr Frankenstein. Yuck!

The only alternative? Build something yourself! Which is fine if you a) can code, or b) have money to spare for a web developer. And let’s be honest: that’s not most people.

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Finally, there’s all the ongoing maintenance. Manually updating your site with the freshest reviews takes time, so it’s easy to understand why it can often get neglected.

But it really shouldn’t! For example, allowing your reviews to collect dust might actually be hurting you. Our own research shows that 84% of people believe that reviews older than three months aren’t relevant. Keeping your reviews up to date doesn’t just give you fresh content to publish, it also helps boost conversion rates.

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With Showcase Reviews, you can combine reviews from 80+ sites to show the full breadth of your online reputation.

Pick the best reviews from all the top sites*, as well as 40+ industry-specific niche sites. You can also add in any first-party reviews you’ve been collecting with Get Reviews.

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We have two out-of-the-box widgets to choose from: carousel and list. (And four if you count the single, double or triple column layouts available in the list widget!)

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Our three default widget styles – Modern, Classic, and Bootstrap – will look great on any site, but we also know you’d like them to match your brand. That’s why we allow you to customize the design from top to bottom.

We’ve made it super simple to create an on-brand widget with no coding required. Change the colours, font, text size and text-alignment so it perfectly matches your brand. Add a drop shadow and border so it blends seamlessly with your site. Once you’re happy, just copy and paste the lightweight embed code into your site.

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Say goodbye to static review widgets. Showcase Reviews will automatically display all your latest and greatest reviews on your site as soon as they land in Reputation Manager.

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Only want to display four and five star reviews? No problem.

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Complete control

If you want to retain even greater control, you can manually curate the exact reviews to show in your widget. And with all your reviews in one place, it’s easy to find your most glowing reviews as well as to decide the order in which they appear.

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Watch this short video to learn how to build an on-brand review widget in minutes.

 Read the Showcase Reviews how-to guide on our Help Center for more detailed information.

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We’re really excited about the release of Showcase Reviews. Not only are we allowing you to build beautiful, on-brand widgets in minutes, we’re also taking the pain out of the ongoing maintenance of reviews on your website.

We love it so much that we’re now using it on our own site to display the reviews we’ve received from customers like you.

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Melbourne Stars Melbourne Renegades Big Bash League: BBL 07 Glenn Maxwell

OUTPLAYED and outsmarted.

That’s the embarrassing situation the Melbourne Stars should now handle after the Melbourne Renegades moved to the highest of the Big Bash League ladder with a six-wicket win achieved with 13 balls to spare on the MCG on Saturday evening.

And if feedback made by Kevin Pietersen post-game maintain true will probably be the previous England batsman’s final season with the Stars, the 37-year-old saying that 2018 shall be his closing yr enjoying the worldwide T20 circuit.

“I’m done and dusted, playing days … I just don’t see myself wanting to play cricket in December,” stated Pietersen, who was unable to discipline on Saturday evening after rolling his ankle throughout his innings of 40 on the high of the order.

Winless from their opening three video games the Stars got here in with a dominant file over their cross-town rivals however couldn’t use a vivid begin from Ben Dunk and Kevin Pietersen to construct a complete able to difficult an in-form Renegades crew.

At 1-82 after 10 overs the Stars had the platform to push up over 170 however Renegades bowlers similar to Dwayne Bravo, Jack Wildermuth and Mohammad Nabi restricted Glenn Maxwell and Marcus Stoinis from piling on the runs within the latter overs.

A goal of 157 might solely have troubled the Renegades if they’d misplaced early wickets however captain Aaron Finch went berserk within the second over of the innings hitting 4 boundaries and a six off Michael Beer after which stored going, ending the ability play with 39 from 16 balls earlier than ultimately falling for 43 from 22 balls.

It was the lack of Finch’s wicket that Renegades coach Andrew McDonald sprung his subsequent shock, sending out Afghani all-rounder Nabi for a pinch-hitting function that yielded 52 runs from 30 balls and took the sport away from the Stars.

Stars insider Damien Fleming conceded after the loss that his facet was now going through the prospect of getting to win all of their remaining six video games to be any probability of qualifying for the finals and that the introduction of Nabi disrupted their plans to get the higher of the Renegades

“Mohammad Nabi coming in at that time threw the Stars out so everything is going against them,” Fleming stated in commentary with Channel 10.

“It’s not working. They’re in that ugly situation where they have to win every game and they’ll have to win them well.”

Stars captain John Hastings admitted that after 4 losses the stress of expectation is getting the higher of a listing that’s nonetheless one of the crucial proficient on paper.

“It’s been four pretty disappointing results for us,” Hastings admitted.

“There’s undoubtedly some senior gamers within the facet that have to put their hand up, myself included.

“There’s all the time been stress on us due to our listing and what we stand for as a membership and as a model.

“We’re all the time essentially the most hated crew and the No.1 crew however I feel we’ve overpassed the method a bit bit and in attempting to push for the result we’ve simply obtained a bit clouded and we’re not as clear as we usually are.”

There was a transparent assertion of intent after the Stars have been despatched in to bat with Dunk (47 off 30 balls) delivering his finest innings as a Star and mixing with Pietersen for a 71-run stand for the second wicket.

The momentum of the innings stalled nonetheless and the Renegades have been left with a really manageable goal of 158 for victory from their 20 overs.

Finch’s explosive begin and the intelligent use of Nabi meant that the Renegades all the time had the run price properly underneath management, reaching their goal with a Dwayne Bravo six over lengthy off with greater than two overs up their sleeve.

BIG MOMENTS

Kevin Pietersen got here out respiration hearth and after failing to attain off his first two balls plundered 21 from his subsequent 11 to state his aggressive intentions. When he crashed his sixth boundary within the 11th over he moved to 40 from simply 29 balls however one ball later holed out to Tom Cooper off the bowling of Nabi at lengthy on, the second sport in succession he had was dismissed in such a trend. To add damage to insult, Pietersen was unable to take to the sphere for the Renegades innings after rolling his ankle whereas making an attempt a fast single.

Marcus Stoinis and Glenn Maxwell have been ticking alongside at a run a ball and have been establishing for an enormous end to the Stars innings when Dwayne Bravo was thrown the ball to bowl the 19th over. One of essentially the most proficient T20 bowlers on the planet held his nerve and though Maxwell despatched one ball to the fence by way of backward level the West Indian held them to simply eight runs from the over and prevented a modest complete from getting some late inflation.

A goal of 158 can swell with a few quiet overs or some early breakthroughs however the Renegades didn’t give the Stars a look-in courtesy of their skipper Aaron Finch. After discovering some kind with a half century of their last-start win over the Sixers, Finch smashed his first ball to the fence and went on a tear, plundering 22 runs from the final 5 balls of Michael Beer’s first over, the second of the innings. By the time Finch was completed the Renegades have been Zero-32 from simply two overs and had the sport properly in hand.

“It’s not a lie if you believe it.” That basic line from Seinfeld got here to thoughts when John Hastings burst to his toes after taking the catch to dismiss Marcus Harris with the Renegades on 43. The Channel 10 commentary crew thought initially that the ball was going to land wanting Hastings at mid-off and replays have been inconclusive as as to if the ball did in actual fact hit the bottom as ‘The Duke’ wrapped his massive dukes across the ball. His response screamed of a captain determined for a breakthrough, that he was convincing himself and the umpires that he caught it by celebrating in such vociferous trend. He claimed it, the umpires on the bottom and within the stands accredited it and Harris was out for eight.

He is recurrently used to open the bowling however for some cause Stars all-rounder James Faulkner was held again till the 12th over on Saturday evening at which level the sport was pretty much as good as gone. The Renegades wanted 47 runs from their final 48 balls when Faulkner was introduced into the assault however his first ball was crashed to the duvet boundary by Cameron White (35 not out from 37 balls) and his two overs went for a complete of 21 runs. Hastings might have been saving him for the pressure-packed closing overs however in the long run it was one other trick missed by the Stars.

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WHAT’S NEXT?

The Renegades journey to Perth for a high of the desk conflict with the Scorchers on Monday evening whereas the Stars want to begin a six-game profitable streak after they tackle the Strikers on the Adelaide Oval on Tuesday evening.

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