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cod-dump · 7 months

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Watching old vine compilations on YouTube just cause

And ya know that one of the guy that fires a revolver in his house and his brother falls off the couch and shouts "THIS IS WHY MOM DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU!!"

That's teen!Ghost and teen!Gaz

Ghost just being a dick to his brother for no reason

Gaz being so fed up with his bullshit

Ghost: *does anything loud and sudden to intentionally scare Gaz* Gaz: THIS IS WHY DAD DOESN'T FUCKING LOVE YOU

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Simon loves tormenting his brother. With small things such as misplacing his phone, the remote, hiding his snacks— anything that’ll annoy Kyle.

“Simon! Where’s my charger?!”

“I don’t know, you can use mine.”

“You have an android!”

“Yep.”

Recently, he’s been enjoying doing bigger things to get a reaction. Loud, annoying, obnoxious, but mostly harmless with limited destruction things. But, it would seem Kyle finally reached his limit.

“You asshole! This is why Dad doesn’t fucking love you!”

Simon was very shocked by Kyle’s outburst. Normally it was Simon who yelled and got angry. Maybe the firecracker was a bit much nine in the morning. Or maybe one of the other countless things Simon had set up the night before was what did it. Whatever it was, Kyle was pissed… and Simon realized that he’s been too much. The yelling brought their father upstairs, exhausted but alert.

“What’s with the yelling?”

Kyle points at the firecracker bits on the floor, “SIMON!”

When their father groaned, Simon tensed up.

“Kid, where did you even get a firecracker?”

“Probably Ale! He’s always getting stupid prank ideas from him!”

“Kyle, go downstairs and get breakfast before Nik eats it all.”

Kyle grumbles and storms downstairs, John turning to Simon with a sigh while rubbing his face.

“Si, it’s a bit early.”

Simon avoids eye contact, regret welling up. He was still taken aback by Kyle’s outburst and couldn’t muster up his usual energy.

“Go get breakfast. Again, before Nik decides to eat it all. God, he’s insatiable.”

Simon watches his father go downstairs, letting out a shaky breath before he follows.

#simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john price #drabble #ficlet #ask #thanks for the ask <3 #call of duty #cod mwii #modern warfare ii #teen!ghost au

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iwantteaandsleep2403 · 23 days

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Have y'all ever wondered how you Dislyte oc's swiftspace posts would be like?

I did and this is how they'd be like, based on a bunch of tumblr shitposts( plus how I imagine some interactions with canon characters would go):

ManiacTherapist @Christine

Love is dead and never existed. All you did was betray me as I lay sick and festering. You are the definition of dread.

❤️ 8

Hyde @Hyde

@Christine Are you ok?

ManiacTherapist @Christine

@Hyde one of my cats stole my fucking garlic bread

SeeAllEvil @Lyla

How long does someone has to be dead for it to be considered archeology instead of grave robbing?

❤️ 12

CangJi @Cang Ji

@Lyla As a archeologist, I find this a very awkward question

SpeakAllEvil @Lily

@Cang Ji Answer the question grave robber

DarknessDoggo @Doug

I see trees of green

Green trees there's too

I see the trees

And they are green

And I think to myself

I am lost in these woods

❤️ 10

GoatMama @Rochelle

@Doug Oh for god's sake my dear, not again😓

RBFForestRanger @Gus

@Rochelle OMW to go get him ma, don't even worry about it👍

IronMaiden @Yolanda

Sorry I've been so inactive, I was at a circus

❤️ 14

PrinceOfShadows @Freddy

@Yolanda You mean at home?

IronMaiden @Yolanda

@Freddy In the future you will stand at the grave of God, which I dug, weeping and I will be the only creature you will be able to answer to. You will beg for death but due to what you said today, I will deprive you of that luxury 🙂

QueenInYellow @Aestreia

I am decayed. My lungs are full of thorns and mildew. My bones are held together by vines. I am fragile. Be gentle with my corpse...

❤️27

LadyNyeisha @Nyeisha

@Aestreia stop whining you're giving the speech tonight weather you like it or not 😒

QueenInYellow @Aestreia

@Nyeisha I refuse🥀

DarknessDoggo @Doug

The true Hazlitt experience is wondering if you just heard firecrackers or gunshots

❤️ 20

NomadicProphet @Yogini

@Doug PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS A JOKE 😰

MeatBunManiac @Li Ao

@Yogini Bonus points: both are illegal in your area and you still cannot tell

GraffitiDrummer @Jeanne

@Li Ao Bonus points: one of them is illegal in your area and it's not the gun 😀

LittleDottie @Dorothy

@Jeanne What the fuck is going on down there are you guys ok?!

FireFistsBonnie @Bonnie

@Dorothy No 🙂

These are all I have so far but I can post more of these if y'all get interested

#dislyte #dislyte oc #eldrich horror #these are genuiny fun #all my ocs would be so chaotic if they had Swiftspace #should i start posting about my ocs again?

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miniaturemallow · 1 year

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Fairytale story idea that's essentially a mix of goldilocks and Jack and the beanstalk

(And idk how to make a read more on mobile so, forgive me for the text wall this became)

orphan about to age outta the orphanage (cut off age is 16, the orphan is 15)- and the ones who're aged out are essentially sold to be cheap labor so- they escape

They are an adventurous firecracker, just inexperienced so, they get themselves lost and caught up in a storm

Now: instead of up in the clouds

Ya know that one comic where much like the ocean the deeper u go into the forest, the larger things get? That for the realm of giants. (Much of the terrain is covered in vines to pay homage to the beanstalk. Hell, while my brain is rambling: the beanstalk that originally fell in the Jack tale didn't die, it instead spread. And terraformed the surrounding forest.) (Also idea: legend has that a baby born in that forest will one day grow to be a giant, regardless of the mother being human. That's not related to this but- my brain is brrrr and I now wanna develop the lore on this forest)

So the orphan stumbles into the giant's home tired as all hell. Maybe not even realizing it's the home of a giant, they plop down on the first soft surface they come across.

The giant of this home is a retired terror of legend- now focused on his family.

He has a wife (also retired terror- the two wanted to settle down together) and a son.

Long story short: the orphan gets themselves adopted into this giant family (I'm trying not to ramble too long on what was supposed to be a quick idea)

The orphan proves themselves not afraid at all and- more than able to hold their own in this house much too big for them.

Technically- the giant's son is younger than the orphan by a year or two. With his parent's genes, he looks enormous and fearsome, even more than his parents. But, despite the mix of two fearsome giant's genes- the orphans adopted lil bro is a big softie. Couldn't hurt a fly (which- partly is to the chagrin of the giant dad but he's tryna put that toxic mindset behind him. He truly is proud of how naturally kind his boy is)

The son is targeted by hunters a whole heck of a lot which makes him a little scared to wander far from home a lot but- the orphan is tryna help build at least his confidence.

And- the orphan knows if their giant parents caught wind of humans targeting their boy- they'd revert to their old ways so, tis the orphan who keeps their lil bro defended and safe.

They also keep hunters from getting to close to their home. They now know the forest well, so no one ever sees em coming

#mallow rambles #i have no idea where this came from

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vampyre-gutz · 2 years

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Here’s a list of Alphabetically sorted ‘Call Signs’ for you if you: can’t figure out what yours would be, you need one for an OC, or for whatever other purpose! :)

!! Some of these came off the internet and are real call signs! Some are from Top Gun/Top Gun: Maverick which is probably why some of them may seem familiar. Good luck aviators. !!

A: Angel, Alphabet, Agony, Arrow, Assassin, Aggy, Ace, Animal, Astro.

B: Black Cat, Bronco, Bruise, Brick, Basher, Bulldog, Breaker, Blaze, Boomerang, B.O.B, Blade, Bullet, Bull, Bullseye, Bucket, Biggie, Birdie, Boots, Bones, Badger, Buzz, Big-sky, Baby Bat, Bubbly.

C: Cobra, Cypher, Casper, Charge, Cougar, Cyclone, Crow, Cyclops, Chipper, Coyote, Cargo, Charlie, Chaser, Cryo, Chuck, Creed, CooCoo, Cannonball, Circuit, Crash, Colt, Cruella, Creature, Chicken Little.

D: Dynamite, Dusty, Dash, Demo, Dice, Duck, Domino, Dover, Dozer, Diesel, Darling, Dasher, DoDo, Dipper, Digger., Deuce, Django, Dottie, Deception.

E: Elvis, Enigma, Egghead.

F: Flatline, Fireball, Fighter, Frost, Fancy, Feather, Flame, Frogman, Fifi, Firecracker, Fun-sized, Fruit Bat, Fungus.

G: Ghost, Goose, Giggles, Gucci, Ghostrider, Grizzly, Great White (shark), Gills, Gibbs, Gonzo, Ginger, Gator, Growler, Gretel, Graveyard, Ghoul, GG, G-Lord.

H: Hangman, Hammer, Hijax, Hijinx, Hollywood, Hurricane, Howler, Heater, Hawk, Honey, High-Tech, Hard Shell, Hydra, Horns, Heebee-Jeebee, Heartbreak, Hellcat, Hansel.

I: Iceman, Ivy.

J: Joker, Jinx, Jester, Jaws, Jacket, Judge, Jumper, Jaguar, Jigsaw, Judas.

K: Killer, Knight, Kanga, Krunch, Kindle.

L: Lucky, Legend, Little red, Lick, Lightbeam, Lambchop, Lover-boy, Lovebug, Lunch Money, Lucifer.

M: Maverick, Mouse, Mad Dog, Maniac, Machine, Mutt, Merlin, Mellow, Major, Mugsy, Mistletoe, Micro, Mamba, Mule, Mad, Memo, Magician, Monster, Moony, Midnight, Magic, Mastermind, Mare, Mustache, Moby, Mortician, Mortimer, Massacre, Mad Hatter.

N: Nova, Navigator, Nerd, Nugget.

O: Ox, Omen, Obi, Octave/Octavia, Oopsie Daisy.

P: Puddle, Porky, Poison, Payback, Phoenix, PopTop, Pyro, Pitch, Puggsy, Princess, Puke, Poltergeist, Phantom, Peacock, Puzzle, Peter Pan.

Q: Quiver, Queenie, Q-tip.

R: Razor, Ripper, Rattlesnake, Rooster, Rebound, Rush, Red, Rags, Robin, Rusty, Rebel, Radiator, Rottweiler, Rapid, Rambo, Red Flag, Rockstar.

S: SHOCK, Skipper, Showoff, Sparrow, Slayer, Smiley, Songbird, Shadow, Scooby, Slider, Sundown, Stinger, Sludge, Shredder, Storm, Silence, Stretch, Serpent, Scout, Shark, Stag, Slick, Sassy, Scooter, Soprano, Spring, Strike, Scorpion, Showtopper, Stallion, Sweet ‘n Sour, Scarlet Witch, Surge, Spinach.

T: Tiger, Taz (Tasmanian Devil), Thunder, Twinkle-Toes, Tank, Tweety, T-Bone, Tumble Weed, Trouble, Tombstone, Tug, Toon, Twitch, Turbo, Tart, Teacup.

U: Uber, Unicorn, Ultimate, Unseen.

V: Viper, Vapor, Vampire, VooDoo, Vanilla, Vine, Venom.

W: Wiki, Wolfman, Wizard, Warlock, Wildcard, Wednesday, Wildfire, Wonderland, White Rabbit.

X: Xeno, X-man, Xanadu.

Y: Youngin.

Z: Zeus, Zebra, Zig-Zag, Zimm.

#top gun #call signs #top gun maverick #call sign ideas #military #us navy #us navy fighter pilot #fighter pilot #pilot call signs

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anipgarden · 1 year

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It’s hummingbird season here in Florida! I've been seeing all kinds of activity around my flowers and bird feeders!

So, what kind of flowers do hummingbirds like? The general advice I've seen circle around is red (or red-orange), tubular flowers like Trumpet Vine or Firecracker bush. However, there's plenty of other options that people can grow in their areas--whether that be in-ground, in raised beds, or even in hanging baskets!

I've noticed the hummingbirds around my house like salvias and red pentas a lot, though I've also seen them go for lantana, coneflowers, and lavender a few times! I've also had friends in my area say that they go crazy over bottlebrush bush and shrimp plants, though I don't grow any of those myself.

What do hummingbirds like in your gardens?

#outdoor gardening #gardening #hummingbirds #ruby throated hummingbird #pollinator gardening #pollinator garden #garden #birds #green birds #out of queue #ani rambles #high key just want people to talk about plants hummingbirds like and send pictures if they can/are willing

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handeaux · 7 months

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18 Modern Words That Had Very Different And Curious Meanings In Old Cincinnati

Some words we use daily today meant something totally different more than a century past. Here are a few normal, everyday terms that once had surprisingly altered definitions long ago in Cincinnati.

Affinity In the early 1900s, “affinity” meant something very much like “soulmate” does today. In Cincinnati newspapers, “affinity” usually shows up in articles about divorce. Many a husband sought a divorce because he had found his “affinity”, and it wasn’t the woman he was married to. Jacob Pels told the Cincinnati Post [31 October 1907] on the occasion of his second divorce: “Twice I thought I found my affinity, and twice I made a bad mistake.”

Blue Today, if you’re blue, you are mildly depressed. Back in Old Cincinnati, “blue” meant risqué, or even obscene. Cincinnati ministers erupted in indignation when Millie DeLeon, the “Girl In Blue” (wink, wink!) performed at Heuk’s People’s Theater on Vine Street in 1901. And, when Cincinnati Redlegs Manager Clark Griffith excoriated the team after a dismal spring training game in Georgia, the telegraph company refused to carry the Enquirer’s dispatch [14 March 1909]: “Wishing to be perfectly accurate, we wrote out the rest that Griff said, but the telegraph man would not send it. He said his wire was a family wire of good and regular habits, and he would not insult it by asking it to carry a lot of blue language.”

Boom This old term had nothing to do with firecrackers or other explosions. It meant to promote, or to hype, or to publicize. When Judge Andrew J. Pruden wrote to the editor praising a Cincinnati Post editorial, the Post headlined his letter [6 January 1893]: “Judge Pruden Indorses The Post In Its Efforts to Boom The City.” An editorial an 1888 edition the old McMicken Review at the University of Cincinnati encouraged students to “Boom the ‘Varsity!” Cynical Thomas Emery, a pioneer real estate developer, told the Post [1 July 1886] he was concerned about future investments: “Boom Cincinnati? Can you boom a dead dog? I don’t mean that Cincinnati is dead exactly, but she’s overbuilt.”

Brace To brace somebody meant to cheat them, and Cincinnati was swarming with galoots just salivating at the opportunity to brace someone. The bracers needed to watch out who they braced, though. Frank Y. Grayson in his classic “Pioneers of Night Life” tells the tale of Frank James, Jesse’s brother, getting fleeced at a Cincinnati card game: “James dropped $800 on the night. He knew that he had been braced. Before he left he said genially, ‘Well, boys, I’ll say one thing for you, you get it easier than I do.’”

Cake We’re not talking pastry here. This word figures into one of the most obscure lines in Ernest Lawrence Thayer’s classic “Casey at the Bat” from 1888:

But Flynn preceded Casey, as did also Jimmy Blake, And the former was a hoodoo, while the latter was a cake;

A “hoodoo” we still recognize as a jinx, but a “cake”? In 1888, everyone knew that a cake was a fool. Within the context of baseball, a cake was a loser.

Candlelight Many a romantic evening has been conducted by candlelight. In the days before electricity, “candlelight” was a time of day, specifically that time of evening when you lit your candles. The Cincinnati Gazette [11 June 1857] presented this line: “The preacher gave notice that, if the weather was fair, he would preach at candlelight, but, as it sprinkled a little, there was no congregation.”

Card There is not much call for classified advertisements these days, when everything is advertised online. Ads used to be the main source of income for newspapers, who called small advertisements “cards,” as in this example from the Enquirer [22 November 1890]: “Mrs. Pollock did not stop at advertising her business in circulars. She inserted a card in the Sunday Newsdealer.”

Cockpit Did you ever wonder why the place an airplane pilot sits is called a cockpit? It’s named for an actual pit in which roosters (or cocks) fought to the death. Cock-fighting was popular in Cincinnati, though intermittently illegal. The Cincinnati Commercial [11 January 1847] advertised a new venue: “A regular Cock Pit having been established in the rear of the “Lunch House,” fights will take place three times a week.” If cock-fighting was too high-class, Cincinnati also hosted rat-pits from time to time in which small dogs battled rodents.

Combination Strictly speaking, in the 1800s, a “circus” was that entertainment taking place withing a sawdust “ring” which in Latin was “circus.” The other aspects of the modern circus – the traveling zoo known as the “menagerie” and the “side-show” or “exposition” – were considered separate enterprises. The first impresarios to “combine” all of these shows called them “combinations.” So, we have the Cincinnati Gazette [8 June 1872] reporting: “Warner’s big combination show attracted an immense crowd of spectators yesterday afternoon and evening.” And old John Robinson advertised his traveling spectacular as “Robinson’s Great Combination.”

Dashboard We use “dashboard” today to talk about status displays on our computer screens, which derived from the instrument panel in our automobiles, which referred to the array of gauges and dials in an aeroplane. But there was a much earlier and practical use of this word as the actual wooden board at the front of a carriage that kept stones and mud from being kicked into the driver’s face. From the Cincinnati Dollar Weekly Times [1 November 1855]: “The mare was put between the thills of a nice light buggy, her harness thoroughly adjusted by the owner, the reins carefully laid over the dashboard, and the usual chapter of advice opened concerning her management.”

Drummer An old definition of this word, metaphoric in origin, has nothing to do with music. A drummer was a salesperson, usually a traveling salesman, and usually a man on commission. The Enquirer [22 December 1871] reported: “The State of Maryland has in force a statute similar to that of Tennessee and several other States, which classes ‘drummers’ selling goods by sample for houses out of the State with peddlers, and exacts a license from them so heavy as to prohibit effectually sales in those States.”

Embarrassed If you realize, after ordering at an expensive restaurant, that you left your wallet at home, you might be embarrassed. That is close to the old-time definition of this word. It meant bankrupt. The Cincinnati Gazette [27 April 1837] related the story of a scoundrel named John Law: “With him perished all Law’s hopes for regaining his personal fortune. He became embarrassed; suits were commenced against him.”

Grocery So many old-time groceries offered liquor by the glass that “grocery” came to mean almost any saloon that emphasized the hard stuff over beer. Here’s the Western Christian Advocate [20 May 1836]: “When I hear a man say ‘my cigars cost me two dollars a week’ – I should not be surprised if I see him drinking in a grocery or tavern.”

Hilarious The history of comedy reminds us that we find drunks to be humorous. Back in the day, “hilarious” did not mean funny; it meant extremely inebriated. The Enquirer [14 January 1870] recounted one such case: “Night before last, this identical phonographer, who now calls himself Henry Henderson, was found in a highly hilarious condition, enjoying the society of ugly females in a bad house on Eighth street.”

Map There are abundant synonyms for physiognomy, but Cincinnati in the 1890s had a good one – “map.” In regaling his readers with memories of post-midnight culinary delights, Frank Grayson recalled Simon the Hot-Corn Man, who slathered his steaming ears of corn with “a substance that passed as butter.” Grayson recollected how “There were a lot of greasy maps decorating Vine Street in the wake of Simon.”

Queer In recent times, “queer” has settled into a linguistic niche as a sobriquet for what used to be called “alternative lifestyles.” Around 1880, however, the primary connotation of “queer” was financial. It referred to counterfeit money. The Cincinnati Gazette [28 October 1873] reported on the trial of M.Y. Morton: “He is an old gray haired man, and told the detective that he had been ‘pushing the queer’ for thirty-five years, making a good business in buying and selling counterfeit.”

Slut Ever since it became a term of sexist opprobrium, “bitch” has been ruined as the technical name for a female canine. Few today remember that “slut” was synonymous with “bitch” and also referred to distaff dogs. An advertisement in the Cincinnati Commercial Tribune [21 June 1870] sought: “Dogs – Two full blood Scotch rat terriers dog and slut. Must be a year old or older.”

Snide You rarely hear this word today outside the phrase “snide remark.” When you do, it often has the tint of sarcasm. In old Cincinnati, however, “snide” meant fake, cheap or counterfeit. The Cincinnati Daily Star [23 January 1880] recorded that “Ed. Kline was pulled in yesterday for selling ‘snide’ jewelry.” The term applied to people, too. The Enquirer [5 April 1880] noted: “A snide party styling themselves Tennessee Minstrels were rotten-egged and mobbed in Easton, Maryland, on Friday night.”

#cincinnati language #cincinnati slang

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hobisfavoritespritecan · 2 years

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F I R E C R A C K E R S

STEVE HARRINGTON X READER

He's loved you since the beginning. It's a shame you had to be taken from him so quickly.

⚠️ Warnings: angst!!!! Blood, death ⚠️

Steve held the firecrackers to his chest as he waited for the perfect time to throw it at the demon threatening the lives of his favorite people in Hawkins. The Mind Flayer- also known as the mysterious rat creature- had tormented everyone it came across. Now, as it finally stood inside the Starcourt Mall, it awaited its death in a valiant effort to fight back. Steve counted in his head the seconds before he would have to throw the fiery device at the creature created from the depths of the Upside Down.

"One, Two, Three, Four-" Steve heard Robin count before she threw her firecracker from the balcony. Her short hair flew with the thrust of her arm, hitting the back of the demon and watching a portion of its arm erupting into flames. She looked determined with a fierce glare that she directed at the Mind Flayer; eyes squinted and face contorted into one of complete and utter concentration. Steve had never seen her so focused.

And then, there was you. Watching the creature from the bottom of where you stood, feeling the agonizing burns of the firecrackers yourself. Connected to the monster, it was impossible for the group to make sure you stayed safe while they went for the kill. Your skin was ashen grey and the veins on your body shone black with the poison of the universe which ran parallel to Hawkins. You looked like a shell of the person Steve once knew you to be; the bright and happy (Y/N) that he loved so much and found so much in common with. The (Y/N) who went to all his basketball games and laughed with him in his car while The Police were softly playing from the speakers. The (Y/N) that always knew what to say to cheer him up after a bad day. The (Y/N) that he had asked out on that particularly cold winter day when he realized that seeing you wearing his scarf was a sight he didn't want to lose. You were still that person, of course, but now you were tainted with the horrible curse of the town Steve sought to run away from since the beginning of all this madness. You were still beautiful even though you weren't entirely yourself. And you were still his. Something he considered worth fighting for.

He counted down from ten before releasing the same firecracker into the direction of the monster which took you. He saw your eyes burn and your hands flail around until they reached your face, pulling at your eyes and dragging your fingers across your skin showing the pain you felt on the inside. The veins seemed to sear across your skin like black tendrils; vines opening up and crawling on every inch of your body. He felt a pang in his chest watching you being forced to suffer like this. He wanted nothing more than to have the old you back in his arms playing with your hair after the two of you woke up from another night spent at Steve's. It seemed like a millennia ago.

You screamed in pain and dropped to the ground just as the monster shifted in place, shrinking up against one of the walls towards the kids on the other side of the balcony: Lucas and Max trying their best to ward off the Mind Flayer.

Steve's maternal instincts kicked in and he ran towards the kids, much to Robin's avail. Her arm flung out in an attempt to grab her co-worker and friend as he raced towards the two fifteen-year-olds with their walkies in hand, firecrackers in the other.

"Steve!" Robin yelled, running after him as he tackled the kids into a protective hug just as the monster swung out and crashed its arm into the place they once stood. He held them close and squinted his eyes to try and block out the surroundings. This was all too much too fast. Robin joined him on the other side, holding Lucas close to her as she wrapped her arms around him protectively. He had a single tear threatening to spill down his cheeks and Max looked equally horrified.

You screaming once more brought Steve's attention back to what was happening below. Eleven had joined you in the fight with her arm outstretched in the air as she tried to push you back towards the monster and away from her friends. You floated just a few inches above the linoleum tiles, still in pain from your previous feat. Eleven looked deadly as she threw you to the ground.

"Stop!" Steve yelled before he even got a grasp of what it was he was saying. The guilt of you potentially being killed hit him like a train as he realized how this scenario was bound to play out. He had been too stupid, agreeing to fighting the Mind Flayer in hopes of getting you back, cutting you off from the demon permanently. The kids knew and Robin knew that it just wasn't possible.

"Don't kill (Y/N)!" He said, much more confident in his words and in more pain than he thought imaginable. Eleven turned to look at him with sorrowful eyes and an apologetic glance as blood dripped from her nostril above her lip.

"It has to happen!" She stated with utmost certainty. She knew this was the only way and as much as she hated the idea of losing you, she wanted to keep her friends safe. She remembered the times where you offered the kids rides from school and when you gave her advice about boys. You were so close to her, to lose you would be one of the worst things she would have to experience. But she couldn't lose Mike.

"But- I-I love her!" Steve finally let the reality of the situation hit him, his eyes spilling tears all over and his bottom lip quivering in fear and hurt. His heart shattered and his stomach felt as though someone were pushing a knife into him over and over, turning the blade every which way to deepen the wound. His head burned and his hands ached as he pressed his fingernails into the floor, blood starting to form from the tips of them. He had been scratched up pretty badly and the burning of his wounded eye was hardly anything compared to what he felt on the inside.

Steve's words caught your attention. Your mind an empty space of blackness finally felt as though it were opening up. You had no control over your movements prior to this moment and all you could feel was the searing of your flesh coming into contact with the burning sensation of the firecrackers. Running around aimlessly in the void that was your possessed body, you finally felt yourself able to take control- even if just for a moment. You turned to Steve and felt time stop as you looked into his tear-filled eyes knowing it was you that caused him that pain.

You smiled ever so slightly as another firecracker was thrown by Mike, bringing you back to the fight at hand. You winced in pain and felt the demon you were attached to move hastily towards Eleven, who had been knocked to the ground after her previous attempt at killing you. You were going to save her from this if it was the last thing you did. Running to her small body on the ground, you threw yourself on top of her and blocked out the monster's attack, feeling yourself ripping in two. Eyes wide and crying, Eleven looked down at the thing which stabbed you, the leg of the Mind Flayer itself, lodged into your chest.

And in that moment you thought back to the time Steve had asked you to be his. You had stolen his scarf when it was snowing, the falling pieces of sky finding themselves gently tapping your hair and leaving it in a small blanket of white. Your cheeks were rosy and your hands hurt from the cold but Steve's scarf had kept you warm. He was wearing his signature blue jeans and polo shirt with he letterman jacket from the basketball team at Hawkins High. His hair was also coated in snow and even though the two of you were practically freezing to death, he looked happier than ever.

"(Y/N)," he had said that day, "Will you be with me? Like- with me with me?"

You had smiled so much from his cute anxiousness and placed your hand in his. "Of course." You said, the happiest girl on earth.

You looked at Eleven underneath you and smiled the same way you did on the day Steve lent you his scarf.

"Tell Steve I love him too. Please." Were the last words you said before everything you knew faded to black.

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A/N: I hope this is okay, I don't usually write angst but I was listening to Little Freak by Harry Styles and I'm all out of cookies. Enjoy :) 💛🦐

#steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfiction #angst #stranger things imagine #stranger things angst #fanfiction #hobisfavoritespritecan

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moon-reviews-skylanders · 22 days

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Camo!

Camo is a life core from Spyro’s Adventure. His primary attack is to shoot a sun blast from his mouth, and his secondary is to send out a vine of firecracker peppers that explode after a few seconds. His tertiary is to summon a ring of melons around him. His upgrade paths enhance his firecracker vines (top), and his melons (bottom). I prefer his melons path, as the firecrackers are hard to aim, and I don't use them much. Camo is very good at longrange area-of-effect type stuff. All of his powers are versatile medium/long range. However, he us slow, being the only one of the Spyro's Adventure dragons to lack a dash ability. Camo, like other dragons, is very versatile, and a fully upgraded Camo will rip apart the map. I'm very fond of him. I think he is effective, efficient, and very good at crowd control. Overall: 9/10, I'm very fond of him.

If you like Camo, you'll probably enjoy other longrangers, like Trigger Happy and Gill Grunt (both from Spyro's Adventure)

If you want to play co-op, Camo pairs well with faster shortrangers, like Bash and Drill Sergeant (both of Spyro's Adventure), and, like most dragons, pairs well with most dragons.

#skylanders #ssa skylanders #core skylanders #life skylanders #reviews #camo #9/10

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inthecityofgoodabode · 2 years

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September 2022: Last Of August, First Of September

Wednesday’s backyard garden harvest:

Wednesday’s Plot 420 harvest:

A bit of garden whimsey seen on my walk today:

Thursday’s backyard garden harvest:

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game-boy-pocket · 1 year

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I have witnessed the Super Mario Bros Movie.

No spoilers... I can't give an unbiased opinion here.

I fucking loved that movie. For video game movies, it blows Sonic out of the water. And if I can be honest, I think the canon they served up here is miles better than what we get in the games. At least as far as mainline games go. They take some liberties with one characters backstory, but what they did change makes sense to me... however it does make some certain other characters a bit of a challenge to squeeze into later movies if they decide to go that route.

The characters were all very good. I think Peach is a little too much of a firecracker. I don't mean she's too capable, that's not at all what I'm saying, in fact, they handle her role in the movie perfectly and back up an opinion i've always had about Peach that spits in the face of everyone who calls her useless for getting kidnapped all the time... I just think they made her a bit smug and firey when that's really more of Daisy's thing. Peach will kick koopa ass but she'll do it with her pinky out clutching her parasol with an "oh did I win?" remark.

Toad is great, willing to throw down for his friends, not the coward many people think he is...

Can I be honest, I didn't hate Chris Pratt's Mario, it wasn't amazing but it didn't drag down the movie...

Donkey Kong was a bit of a Jock type character, which just kind of feels right for him, I know the DK gourmets at DK Vine will disagree, but it's always kind of been the vibe I got from the character ever since his reintroduction to the world by Rare.

Cranky was not quite what I wanted Cranky to be, but it works more for the type of character he is. He is a King in this movie. He's not an old codger that gives advice and makes fun of DK and Diddy.

Spike.... had like 5 minutes of screen time, I don't know why they bothered announcing his voice actor at all, but I'm still glad he's here... he looks WAY different than I was expecting, but at least they didn't take inspiration from Wrecking Crew 98.

I can go on and on...

There was two post credits, the first one was just a silly ha-ha thing, but the second one has implications for the next movie they're planning, and it can mean one of two things. A certain character who doesn't feature in this movie is getting their own movie, or, a certain character who doesn't feature in this movie is going to be heavily featured in the next movie. It was honestly kind of disappointing, all I can say is most of the speculators were wrong... and I actually was right, but not in the way I expected to be. In fact, this movie just threw my prediction out the window with the backstory change they made.

One thing that did put a big frown on my face was the credits...

This is the one spoiler that twitter and Seth Rogan already spoiled, but the DK Rap showed up in the movie. They actually used a non-remix, so right from the N64 game... All the songs in the movie got their proper credits.... EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE. I actually saw Grant Kirkhope upset on twitter about this, so I thought they actually just forgot to put it in the credits at all, but no, it's there... "DK 64 - The DK Rap" ...and that's it, they don't mention Grant Kirkhope at all. That os fucked up, and I think we fans have a duty to let Illumination know... I was hoping Grant would provide music for a potential Donkey Kong movie, but now they may have burned a serious bridge here.

Anyway...

If you like Mario, especially if you're a long time fan, go see this movie. It's really good.

That said, it doesn't do anything revolutionary in the story telling, so if you don't like Mario that much, it will just be an okay family movie. I can safely say it blew Sonic 2 out of the water.

#pocket plays #or rather...#pocket watches #hah... that's a pun right?#the super mario bros. movie

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neverplaythisgame · 11 months

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small talk. make small talk. start off small and work a way up.

A sigh. He waves away the electricity he didn't really know was there.

GAMBLING MAN: Hey, Ron.

Ron doesn't respond, but keeps eye contact.

GAMBLING MAN: ... It's. It's okay, alright? You're safe. Ransy is safe.

Blue pools all over the floor as Ron remembers the sorry state Ranvier was in.

GAMBLING MAN: No, no, she's fine. Really, she... she's going to be fine.

Electricity sparks. Shit. He had to be more careful with his wordage. Going to be is different than presently fine.

Small talk. Talk about things Ron likes. That... that was something he THOUGHT he could do. Then again- shit, what did Ron like? Weezer? There was probably more to the guy, but he didn't know it.

So he just guessed.

GAMBLING MAN: Wonder what the hell this castle is doing out here. Somethin' out of a game. Should get me one of those.

Firecrackers go off, though slight water pools. A bitter sense of irony.

GAMBLING MAN: Actually, hey, since the dope that lived here is gone, we can just take it.

Worry. Sparks.

GAMBLING MAN: I mean, I knew 'em a bit, they didn' do much good, and... hell people won't ever stop by 'cause it's freaky as shit.

GAMBLING MAN: Could make one hell of a game room, huh.

He carries on the one-sided conversation. Frequent pops of green happiness fill the room, along with the occasional downpour. Ron doesn't talk. But he's just crying, not sobbing.

The color of his... colors... start to dull as the real colors curl back onto him. Thorns slowly sink away and bare vines being around things, curious. The liquid starts to become gelatinous, and slows its leaking. Firecrackers burst into blooms instead, no longer burning. Electricity becomes lighter and softer, spindly spider webs that lurk in corners.

It's weird as shit, but Gamble sure as fuck ain't gonna bring it up 'cause everythin is weird as shit right about now.

#uptown2

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hamable · 6 months

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Psychonauts 2 post-game mentor/mentee list I promised a while ago:

So I was gonna make a connection between the psychic 7 and the 7 interns, but it wasn’t a clean parallel and it excluded Lilly, so instead I’m reshaping it to Who I’d pair up as mentors/mentees post-game:

Interns (8 (no! 9 actually, I’m adding Fraizie.)

Lizzy, Sam, Morris, Norma, Gisu, Adam, Lilly, Raz, Frazie

Potential Mentors:

Ford, Lucy, Truman, Hollis, Milla, Sasha, Helmut, Bob, Compton, Cassie, Otto, Oleander.

Helmet & Augustus: (HA SIKE, ITS 10 INTERNS) I wasn’t gonna include Augustus, but then I imagined him interacting with Helmut and they gave immediate best friend vibes. They would get along swimmingly. They both have this love of performance and similar temperaments and I really think it’d be like throwing two theater kids together. They’d be inseparable. They’d have so many ideas for psychic flourishes and music performances and asdhdkfj imagine it with me.

Lucy & Raz: Lucy wouldn’t take an actual intern on, but I think she and Raz (and the rest of the Aquatos) would spend their time post game healing together. In that context, it’s an obvious pairing. Let them rediscover their familial connection to psychics together, let them literally test the waters they’ve been wary of their whole lives together.

Milla & Frazie: a perfect match to me, personally. Frazie still has reservations about herself and psychics as a whole. Who else to guide her through it than someone as warm, uplifting, encouraging, and fun as Milla? Added bonus is her specialization in levitation, and I feel like the circus born Aquatos would pick up and excel in that right away.

Bob and Lily: another obvious pairing, similar situation to Raz and Lucy. They haven’t spent time together yet, and I think it would mean so much to Bob to see his little firecracker of a niece so excited about plants and their psychic properties. And look at all the cool stuff he’s got: exploding plant bulbs, psychically linked vine system? Lily would absolutely lose her mind.

Otto & gisu: I love engineer Gisu, and while we don’t get a whole lot of in game time with either of them, I headcanon these two to be similar in temperament, especially with tinkering and experimenting. Perfect pairing, no notes.

Oleander & Sam: Extremely Funny. Will not separate these two even though Ik her grandfather is literally Right Over There.

Cassie & Morris: discovering even more ways to reach out into the world, psychically or otherwise. Also, Morris would be so pumped to have a doodle archetype Co-DJ.

Truman & Norma: she seems like she admires strong leadership and would wanna learn from the Head himself.

Sasha & Lizzie: chill vibes, and I think Sasha would like the challenge of helping develop a power set that isn’t as similar to his own.

Hollis & Adam: similar to Norma, I think he’d want to develop as a leader and learn what it takes to run something like the Psychonauts. I think she’d challenge him and help him grow into a really powerful psychic.

Ford: listen. LISTEN. There are split views on this man. I’m gonna tentatively say that maybe we don’t put this guy in charge of a child for a little bit...

Compton: I feel bad I couldn’t find an intern for him but maybe Queepie would like to talk to animals.

Alternates:

Truman & Adam: Adam was my other candidate to shadow the Grand Head. He’s got the feel of a future leader and would probably really enjoy learning from him.

Lucy & adam: now, I don’t think Lucy is in a place to be teaching or mentoring anyone immediately post game, and further down the line when she’s more recovered and like her old self, Raz would be an obvious choice to pair with her. But for some reason I really wanna see Adam and Lucy interact. Adam SCREAMS sweet, smart young man that old ladies just eat up. She’d tell him stories and teaches him tricks and I think hed have the right balance of humility and gumption, and patience. I think she’d find his yo-yo delightful.

Milla & gisu: like morris, gisu is skilled in levitation and definitely has an eye for fun that would work well with Milla’s whole vibe.

Compton & Sam: another family pair, but I want them to work together on cooking. I feel bad not pairing Compton with someone in my initial list bc his whole thing was about growing more confidence in himself and I think it’d suit him well to have an intern look up to him.

Otto & Lizzy: she’d be so into all his weird gadgets and they’d be squirreled away in their little lab working on unethical horrors beyond our comprehension and also a top secret soft serve ice cream machine for the intern dorms.

Bob & Sam: Bob has his exploding plant pods and sentient/psychically linked vine system and probably loads of other stuff that Sam would find fascinating. And that’s just what we saw while he was hiding away, imagine what he can do now that he’s happier and healthier. Actually, maybe it’s be dangerous putting these two together. Crazy powerful plant guy and tyrannical animal whisperer could be too powerful a duo…

Milla & Morris: I liked this initial pairing and wouldn’t be mad to see it continue!

Helmut & Raz: I love their dynamic and honestly I just need Helmut post game, freshly refunneled into his recovered body, hunting down Raz to give him the biggest, most monstrous bear hug anyone’s ever witnessed. This kid fully rehabilitated him for a near brain dead state. He save his life. He’s Raz’s number 1 fan and will be for the rest of his life.

#psychonauts 2 #psychonauts #psychonauts interns #psychic 7 #psychic seven #this is way longer than I meant it to be #I’d love to hear other peoples pitches

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throughanotherworldmsm · 9 months

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Through Another World- Chapter 1

(please read the prologue for proper context on the characters and events so far! It can be found earlier on my blog)

Anyways here is another part of my msm story! This one focuses on Gwen the Dandidoo’s POV.

This is not an AU! It is set in the canon monster world with my headcanons.

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Gwen paced around their room in circles.

There wasn't anything to do today, was there?

She pulled one curtain aside and looked out of the window across the snow-scattered landscape. The blizzard had ended, and now far more monsters were outside. Faint cheers of happiness could be heard from a group of excited children, sliding clumsily down a hill.

Her sigh was interrupted by a gentle tapping on the door. Taking a deep breath, they grabbed the key in their beak and tossed it onto the ground, peering down at the guest.

It was her sister.

"Good evening, Gwen!"

"Hmf. Whatcha here for?"

"Well, the song is in a few minutes, and I wanted to ask you if you're coming this time,"

The Dandidoo sighed again and tapped the ground with her talons.

"No, thanks,"

Singing hasn't felt the same for her since their time in the Collosingum. Gwen couldn't sing a single note without vines and flowers rising suddenly from her ground, that was how hard she'd trained there.

What did others think? Were they scared? Did they think she was an outcast?

Maybe I shouldn't have said yes to Firecracker's offer. Then things could be different.

"Could we at least go for a walk?" Pandora asked calmly.

Gwen nodded, adjusting the spiked collar around her neck as she left the room and followed Pandora down to the castle floor.

Pandora never really walked, though. She'd jump into the air every few seconds to do some flips and somersaults, then gently glide back down again, smiling as she bounced on and off the ground.

Outside, Gwen could already hear the distant music, the lyrics of the eagerly visiting Werdos.

The snow crunched beneath her talons as she walked away from the town, down a small trail going through the forest outside.

After a few minutes of walking, each step quieter as the two moved away from the singing crowd, Pandora perched on a tree branch right above Gwen's head, making a waterfall of snow tumble down.

"Hey!" Gwen shouted as it hit her head-feathers. "Watch it!"

"Sorry. I just... saw something,"

"What?"

"Some light. In the forest. You know, like the Seam portals we talked about yesterday,"

"Those? Don't be ridiculous. Cold Island is nowhere near the Seam,"

"The chances are low," Pandora explained, gracefully leaping off the branch again. "But never zero,"

Gwen huffed, scraping at the snow with her claws. "There's no way that..."

She paused.

There was a blinding light in front of them, pure white and simply floating in mid air.

It had its own pull. It tugged at her feathers, trying to drag her in.

Pandora gripped tightly onto a nearby tree, fighting against the strengthening pull.

Gwen noticed how much it was pulling her, too. It relentlessly slid her across the snowy ground, and she tried to get hold of a bush, but failed.

Pandora slipped off the branch, the portal's pull now stronger than her talons.

"PANDORA!" Gwen shouted. She began to desperately hum a tune, summoning gigantic dandelions to spring from the ground and wrap around the squealing Tweedle.

She was swept of her feet by the sparking anomaly, and dragged into it suddenly. When it hit her skin, it was sizzling and hot, causing her pain as a tingle shot through their neck, body, and down through to her legs.

As she was fully inside the portal, everything blacked out for a moment. Then, she was shot out into a different place- a clearing in a forest, that looked a lot like Plant Island, but somehow off.

She felt feathers wrapped around them. "Pandora, get off me!"

She rolled the dizzy Tweedle off her back, groaning in pain.

What was that? It was so weird. Am I dreaming?

"Gwen...." Pandora whispered as she shakily rose to her feet.

"What?"

"Where are we?"

Gwen raised her long neck and gazed across the landscape. She was in a soft patch of grass with forest behind her, and in front of her, a cliff with what looked like a town at the bottom.

"I don't know..." Gwen responded, looking around the strange town. In front of them, the sun was beginning to set, highlighting its unusual features. "But I don't think it's the Monster World,"

#msm #my singing monsters #msm fanfiction #msm story #msm tweedle #msm Dandidoo #through another world #through another world msm

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