#he is not boomer he is MEGA boomer you hear me

[randomvarious]

Today's compilation:

Baby Boomer Classics: Groovin' Sixties 1987 Pop-Rock / R&B / Soul / Blue-Eyed Soul / Doo Wop

Well, this one was kinda fun and unexpected. Here we have Groovin' Sixties, a comp with a title so vague that you couldn't possibly glean a coherent theme from its name besides the decade that it deals in. Every other title that I've gone through in this Baby Boomer Classics series thus far has been pretty self-explanatory with regards to the type of music that's on each one (British Sixties, Electric Sixties, Folk Sixties, Dance Sixties, etc., etc.), but this release appears to be different.

And that's because the thing that actually links all of these songs together is not really their sound at all, but the labels that released them: Heritage and Colossus, a pair of short-lived labels that existed from the late 60s through early 70s that were both run by a guy named Jerry Ross, whose biggest claim to fame is probably making the song "Venus," by Dutch group Shocking Blue, a mega-hit after spending some time in Europe looking for songs to bring to a US market. And he managed to score a big ol' #1 for himself with that tune!

So while these Baby Boomer Classics albums have been doing a pretty ample job thus far of weaving big hits together with smaller ones, this release in particular has a very different focus; and it makes no indication of this focus anywhere on its front or back covers, but it's clearly to highlight some very good singles from Jerry Ross' two labels, regardless of where those songs may or may not have ended up charting. And while it's a departure from what this series typically offers, you all know that I'm relishing at this opportunity to hear some totally forgotten and unheard gems here 😎.

But before I get to a great tune that doesn't appear to have ever made the Billboard Hot 100 chart at all, let me talk about a blue-eyed soul group from the city of Portsmouth, Virginia called Bill Deal & the Rhondels. This group, who became a big fixture of the Carolina beach scene and circuit, managed to chart five times between 1969 and 1970, and three of those hits appear on this album. Two out of those three strike me especially, though, because both "May I" and "I've Been Hurt," which were Bill Deal & the Rhondels' first two singles to chart (at #39 and #35, respectively), seem to be deliberately complementing their blue-eyed soul with underlying Jamaican ska riddims, with an instrument constantly hitting the same note on every other beat. And both of these songs are made catchily remarkable—and also Carolina shaggable!—because of this neat quirk.

Now, I really don't think that many American bands were incorporating ska into their own sound all the way back in the late 60s—much less white bands—but maybe I've found where Bill Deal & the Rhondels actually managed to derive that Jamaican inspiration from in the first place. See, both "May I" and "I've Been Hurt" are actually covers, and while the original version of "May I," which was by Maurice Williams & The Zodiacs—whose classic, "Stay," is the shortest song to ever top the Billboard Hot 100—had no ska in it and no known covers before Bill Deal & the Rhondels made their own version, "I've Been Hurt" had a whole handful of covers before BD&R got around to releasing theirs. And one of them, by Jamaican legend Delroy Wilson, was a reggae version that came out in '68.

To be clear, though, because the timelines here are so murky, I really have no idea if Wilson's rendition was even made before Bill Deal & the Rhondels started to implement ska, and I don't know if BD&R were even aware that the Wilson version ever existed in the first place either; but being that "May I," the first of these two BD&R singles with some ska in It, appears to have a recording date in July of 1968, and Wilson's version of "I've Been Hurt" was released on an unknown date that same year, it opens up a possibility that Bill Deal & the Rhondels hatched their ska idea for "May I" after hearing Delroy Wilson's reggae cover of "It Hurts."

What's funny though is that Bruce Eder at AllMusic tries to explain that "May I" had actually been performed by Bill Deal & the Rhondels for quite some time before they eventually made their debut with it; in fact, they'd actually dropped it from their set before someone shouted it out as a request, and they then decided, right on the spot, to put their own spin on the tune, which led to their popular ska-infused studio recording. But for some reason, in Eder's write-up, he doesn't refer to that performance as incorporating ska, but rather polka. And I'm sorry, folks, but that's not polka on that song! It's pretty clearly ska!

Anyhoo, I promised you all a gem that didn't chart on the Hot 100, and it's a great, uplifting soul tune by a group called The Festivals, whose "You're Gonna Make It" only managed to peak at #99 on the chart of Billboard's biggest competitor, Cashbox. And if you weren't from the New Jersey/Philly area when it first came out in 1970, you've probably never heard it at all!

So this album appears to have been an aberration in the Baby Boomer Classics series overall, but clearly it gave me plenty to write about today! And I should also note that even though the title is Groovin' Sixties, not everything on here is actually from that decade. This series seems to have a real problem with keeping track of release dates, but my nerdy, eagle-eyed ass is keeping on top of it all 🤓.

Highlights:

Shocking Blue - "Venus" Bill Deal & the Rhondels - "May I" George Baker Selection - "Little Green Bag" Bill Deal & the Rhondels - "I've Been Hurt" The Festivals - "You're Gonna Make It"

#pop rock #pop #rock #r&b #r & b #rhythm & blues #rhythm and blues #soul #soul music #blue eyed soul #doo wop #classic rock #classic pop #oldies #music #60s #60s music #60's #60's music #70s #70s music #70's #70's music

[syggwolf]

I rarely write anything big or super personal but like, I gotta get something off my chest and just sorta bitch about this.

About a month ago, I was sitting outside waiting on a ride, and across the street and down the road a little, I heard a child just... Freaking the fuck out mega style. Fear maxing. Absolutely terror pilled. Beyond normal child meltdown by at least several orders of magnitude.

So I started paying attention and listening because holyshit this is beyond the pale, and I look up and down the road, and I see there's some lady on the phone standing in her driveway on the other side of some car, and another lady walking up the street half a house away and I tune in and realize this lady on the phone is talking with 911. And what I piece together is this kid is in a tight spot, literally, as it seems he has managed to get his arm stuck inside of something tight, and it's turning purple and she's asking them to send someone out to get him out.

And I think, oh fuck that sucks, but there's nothing I can do about it. I would just complicate the situation. And I'm literally about to be like, thank god the fire department or whatever is gonna get here shortly and get the kid out and he'll prolly be fine, and right before I tune out, I hear the lady hang up the phone, start talking to the lady walking up to her, to tell her they were on the way, and then these adults start laughing, and... I realized, it was AT this kid.

And this... Tapped my brain a little, something about the way they laughed, so I stayed tuned in, and within a very short span of time, I hear these two ladies telling this kid that he is going to lose his arm, and then laughing. Like... They are literally terrorizing this kid. He is shrieking at the top of his lungs and saying he's sorry to her, and calling her mommy and I'm like, holyshit your MOM is saying that shit to you? And as far as I can tell, this wasn't some shitty attempt at parenting, like, I don't think they were doing this to really drive home that he had fucked up, I think he probably figured that out when his arm started to change colors.

No, this had a particular sort of... undercurrent, to it, that you really only pick up when you've been actually abused by a real sadist yourself. They weren't doing this for any reason other than to make shit worse, it was this casual boomer sort of thing, the sort of attitude you see a pissed off boomer level at some poor service worker when they don't get all of their nuggies or whatever. They didn't see this kid as human. And it was clearly showing because they were just taking turns telling him how they were gonna have to get a saw and cut it off and half his blood was gonna come out and they probably wouldn't even numb it, and it was gonna hurt soooo bad, and he'd need a fake hand for the rest of his life. This kid couldn't have been more than like, seven, by the way?

And I had to just sit there and marvel at this absolutely revolting casual cruelty, and then I had to thoroughly mourn the fact that I couldn't do a fucking thing about it because the house is owned, and lived in, by a fucking cop.

Like it's a well known fact that you do not fuck with this house because he is a big manly cop and his family is a cop family and you will get fucking shot for knocking on this dude's door to ask for help in the middle of the night or whatever because, apparently, that literally almost happened once according to one of my neighbors who's drunk boyfriend tried to kill her one night.

One of the signs on this place's porch, right next to the door, literally says "Give me a reason." with a picture of an assault rifle on it. They fly a blue line flag and an american flag where the stars have been replaced with guns right over the garage.

I wish I was making any of this up. I wish I could help that kid. I wish I could fucking do something. I wanted so fucking badly to walk up and tell them to leave that poor kid the fuck alone. I started filming it, but when I played it back, the audio wasn't clear enough to make any of it out and the EMT's showed up within six minutes and had this kid free in like two more. My ride showed up and I got in and we left. Because... What am I gonna do?

And now all I can think about is the fact that we absolutely fucked up tying the child protective services and the militarized law enforcement agencies together into the same system, because if I called CPS? Not only would I need to PROVE my case somehow, but I might turn that kid's life into a crapshoot where the system might destroy him even worse, and then on top of that I'd risk literally being destroyed myself because Sally Dispatch or Karen CPS agent might just be friends with these people and maybe goes to a BBQ of theirs from time to time or comes over to have a beer. They might just decide to let them in on who the busybody piece of shit is that tried to frame them for child abuse just to "let them know, so they could protect themselves".

In fact I worry I've put too many identifying details in this post already tbh. But I honestly just cannot sit on this without telling the fucking world what I saw somehow.

#tw abuse

[aclosetfan]

5 for the prompt list! Maybe Brick and Princess are doing villain shenanigans and Boomer is randomly like, “Omg my brother is legally actually capable of getting married! Please don’t split up!” It’s up to you if Brick and Princess actually like each other or if Boomer’s just being sentimental

this ask was a challenge. I don’t think I’ve ever written these three together without one of the girls before. Literally, just three people who’d stare at each other until someone breathed too loudly, and they’d all start yelling. so i added butch

This isn't romantic. Sorry, anon. To me, Princess is gay forever and always no exceptions lololol but this story aint about her. Boomer’s a show stealer. It just is what it is.

Prompt  5: this marriage was supposed to be a scam but, but listen,

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“Princess!” Brick yelled from the other room, evidently at the end of his rope, “Get it through your thick fucking skull! You broke up with her! She isn’t coming back!”

“I’m not paying you to hear your opinions! I’m paying you to break! Them! Up!” Princess screeched back.

“They’re getting married in a month! Nothing you’ve done has worked! Throw in the towel!”

“Do I have to remind you? You’re under contract, and—and don’t walk away from me!” Princess stomped after Brick, “We have work to do! There’s no way in hell I’ll allow this wedding to happen!”

“No!” Brick bellowed, “I’m done! I quit! This relationship is over!”

A door somewhere in the depths of Princess’s Mega-McMansion slammed shut, echoing down the large, empty marbled halls. Princess and Brick’s argument was now muted, moving deeper into the labyrinth Princess called home. Boomer’s head shot up from the massage table at the sound of the door slamming shut. Their argument planted a seed of panic in his gut, and he scrambled to get off the table. He kicked the masseuse away and ripped the layers of fine linens and silks he had draped over himself earlier that morning. However, as tangled up as he was in the imprisoning grandeur, he fell to the floor in one massive heap.

“Butch,” He hissed at his brother across the room, “Butch, did you hear that?”

“Hard to miss.” Butch sniffed, eyes glued to his phone. He sat in an obnoxiously big recliner, which, at this point, was practically molded to his body.

Boomer scoffed, waving off the masseuse’s attempt to help him up, “Stop acting so casual! This is bad!”

“Uh-huh.” Butch flatly agreed.  

Boomer freed himself from the expensive fabrics and jumped up, fixing the Gucci sunglasses that sat askew on his head. He shuffled over to Butch, careful not to let his freshly pedicured toes touch the ground.

“This can’t be happening!” He whined, pulling his mulberry silk robe tight around him as if he had pearls that he could be clutching.

“Welp,” Butch popped the ‘p,’ placing his ratty ass sneakers onto the gold-leafed and marbled coffee table Princess had imported from Italy, “it is, so, yep.”

“No,” Boomer shook his head, disturbing his beautifully deep-conditioned golden curls, “No, no, I’ve grown accustomed to a certain standard of living. I can’t be poor again. I can’t drink tap water. My palette is far too delicate for harsh minerals. I know that now, an-and I can’t just go back!” He brought a hand to his chest, “Oh god, I think I’m having a panic attack. This can’t be happening! Where’s Jeeves? Or Carmichael? I need a vitamin water, now, or—or—” He threw himself across the fainting couch, ringing his tiny service bell, ”—we have to do something, Butch!”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“Yeah,” Boomer sat up, accepting a vitamin water from Carmichael and a protein-infused snack, “We have to—” he talked through a mouthful, “—do something, you’re right.”

“I did not say that.”

He continued to stuff his face as Carmichael fluffed and placed a luxurious cashmere pillow behind his back and dabbed at the crumbs at the corners of his mouth.

“This is making me stress eat, and Stacy—” Boomer shuddered as he thought about his poor beloved personal trainer “—will not be happy. What are we going to do!”

“Nothing.”

“Couples counseling? Maybe a honeymoon?” He mused, gesturing for Carmicheal to fan him, “Tahiti's wonderful this time of year.”

Butch didn’t respond.

“If they get divorced, what are we going to tell HIM? They’ve already made plans for Christmas—” For a moment, this seemed to be a sweet sentiment, until Boomer tacked on, “—on Princess’s dime! I don’t want to lose a vacation!”

Butch groaned and put his phone down, “Princess and Brick aren’t actually married. You get that, right? This is all just an elaborate plan to make Blossom jealous and stop her from marrying that Robin chick. As much as we’d like it to, this—” Butch gestured around the room, “—wasn’t ever going to last.”

Boomer followed Butch’s hand gestures with a frown. He loved this room with its big bay windows and indoor water features. He had scoped it out for his and Butch’s personal use the moment they had stepped foot in the McMansion. Princess had only requested Brick’s services, but Boomer had shown up anyway and dragged Butch along. It had been maybe the best decision of his life. Even if he was technically freeloading, he now considered this room his home.

“I just don’t think I can say goodbye to all the memories we’ve made here.” He sighed.

Butch’s eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “We’ve been here, like, two weeks. Frankly, I’m surprised Brick’s made it this long.”

“Long enough to form a bond!” He argued.

“With Princess?”

“No, with all the cool stuff!”

“What are you talking about!” Butch sneered, “We can just steal all this shit. We usually do steal all this shit! And it’s not like Princess would care. Like, seriously, Boomer, I doubt Princess would even notice if Carmichael went missing—” He grimaced, “—uh, no offense, Carmichael.”

“None taken, sir.” Carmichael bowed.

“But I don’t want to steal it,” Boomer fell back onto the fainting couch, a breath away from throwing his own Princess-sized tantrum, “I don’t want to do the work. I don’t wanna! I want it to all be right here at my fingertips forever and always!”

“Yeah, I know, you’re fucking lazy.” Butch sniffed, “I get it.”

“Like, why can’t Brick just do this one thing for us? Why can’t he stay fake married?” Boomer asked, voice thick with tears, “Don’t I deserve nice things? And fancy food? And expensive jewelry?”  

“Well, one day, if you’re lucky, you can be fake married to.”

Boomer sucked in a breath and shot back up, “Oh my god. They’re not actually married.”

“Yeah,” Butch deadpanned, “welcome to the fucking plot.”

“No, Butch, they’re not actually married."

“I just said that.”  

“Do you know what this means?” Boomer asked, diving towards the minibar.

Butch watched him carefully, “uh, they’re not actually married?”

“Exactly!” He cackled, shaking a bottle of Bacardi. “But not for long! Don’t you think it’s about time we threw our happy couple a little wedding shower?”

Butch regarded him and the bottle of booze as he connected the dots, “Wait, dude, are you saying—”

“—that’s exactly what I’m saying.” Boomer’s smile grew into something menacing, and it wasn’t long before Butch’s face mirrored his own.

“Give me twenty minutes,” Butch jumped up, “I’ll go get a minister license online.”

“Perfect! I’ll round up a few witnesses.”

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Extra:

“I can’t believe you’ve done this! I can’t believe you got me drunk and married to Princess, on purpose, for money!” Brick looked up from the toilet bowl he was puking his guts out into, “It’s plain evil!”

“You’re fine!”

“We’re going to get a divorce, you know that, right! The marriage means nothing! Your little scheme was all for nothing! Why can’t you ever think things—”

“—girlie,” Boomer sniffed, interrupting him, “did you sign a prenup?”

Brick froze, thinking it over.

“Exactly.” Boomer smirked, taking a long sip of his boba.

#not so much princess and brick #but definitely has boomer lol #i couldn't think of any scenario where Brick and Princess would willingly get married #prompt ask game! #second time ive done this prompt and they're wildly different

[megamangx]

this was submission by fan so i decide post it remember if u have fan storys send them to me mega fans and i may posting them to

MEGAMAN GX GOES ALL ELITE A FAN STORY BY ATMAD12

Megaman GX was at a wrestling show for All Elite Wrestling which was not the WWE because it was better and did good with their wrestlers the show had just finished and Tony Khan who was owner of AEW came out to thank everyone for supporting the show and send them home happy "Not so fast TINY Khan!" said a squeaky voice from nowhere it was former wrestling manager Jim Cornette who hated AEW for being successful and hated Tony Khan for not doing things Jim Cornettes way "Your flippy midget mudshow has gone on long enough! Now WE'RE taking over!" "We?" asked Tony Khan who was confused as Jim Cornet was only one visibul "Yeah! WE!" retorted Jim Cornette as all of a sudden Tony Khan was ambushed by some of wrestlings biggest legends of all including Nature Boy Ric Flair "That's right Jack! We're taking over your show so we can be the stars once again! WOOOOOOOOOOOOO!", Mayor Kane who was mayor of evil city! "We're going to weed out the weak and the foreigners in this company...AND REMOVE THE WOMEN'S DIVISION WITH FIRE!", and ultimate super legend supreme: Hulk Hogan! "That's right brother! We're gonna run this place into the ground just like we did Impact wrestling brother!" and then they put Tony Khan in a glass cage and suspended him above the ring. "All Elite Wrestling is finally mine motherfukkeeeeerrrrr!" Cheered Jim Corn in his squeaky micky mouse voice and then Hulk Hogan took the microphone away from him to add "AND WE'RE GONNA USE 'THAT WORD' HERE BROTHER! AND THAT'S A SHOOT BROTHER!" which meant that this was not part of the show and that these evil old wrestlers really did plan to steal teh show! Megaman GX got mad and jumped into the ring "You're not taking over this wrestling show OR using racist words here!" and he prepared to blast them all way with a power shot "Not so fast brother!" Hulk Hogan stopped him "You're in WRESTLING world now brother! That means you can't use your weapons or powers here or else you go to jail brother!" Megaman GX realized he had been played "Nuts! Hes right! I have to play by wrestling rules!" and then the wrestle booomers ganged up on GX who was suddenly powerless because he did not do the job Just then music started playing and out came HANGMAN ADAM PAGE to help GX and he flipped over the ropes to buckshot lariat Kane who was in slacks, but Ric Flair and Hogan was still there so Hangman got jumped too, but then "SUPERKICK! PARTAAAAAAY!" The Young Bucks came out to fight because Hangman was their friend and AEW was also their creation too! "You old boomers aren't gonna have your way this time!" Said Matt Buck! "Yeah! Tell 'em Matt!" Said Brandon Cutler who was recording everything at ringside with his camera "Shut up Brandon!" said Nick Buck as he and Matt Buck went into the ring to fight Ric Flair who was naked under his robe "THEY CALL ME SPACE MOUNTAIN! CUZ I'M THE OLDEST RIDE IN THE GAME, BUT I STILL GOT THE LOOOOOOONGEST LINE! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Said Ric Flair who was trying to get the bucks to touch his willy which was really gross and inappropriate so the bucks began to superkick Ric Flair in the face because they were good christian boys who didn't do that sort of thing but then Hulk Hogan beat them both up along with Hangman "That's not gonna work for me brother! I'm going over!" said Hogan as he ripped off his shirt and started hulking out and he was prepared to finish GX and the elite off with his atomic leg drop but then hope arrived... "I HEAR THE BATTLE CRY! UNDER THE DEVIL'S SKY! THE ONE WINGED ANGEL FLIES! ARE YOU READY TO GO? ARE YOU READY FOR THIS?!" KENNY OMEGA had come out to help all of his friends as he knocked Hogan aback with a running V-TRIGGER then he encouraged his friends to get up and they took turns beating up Hogan first the bucks put Hogan in the Meltzer Driver then Hangman put him through the deadeye and lastly Kenny Omega and Megaman GX delivered the killing blow to Hulk Hogan by way of a two-man One Winged Angel which caused Hogan to explode into dust because he was old and couldn't take those kinds of bumps anymore then everybody turned on Jim Corn who was furious that his out of touch legends lost to younger guys "Well goddaaamn!" he said but before he could make his escape Matt Buck grabbed him by the shoulder and said "WHERE DO YOU THINK...YOU'RE GOING?" in a creepy voice as the arena got a yellow filter around it, and then the elite all shouted in unison "BTE! TRIGGER!" and they all knee'd Jim corn in the face at the same time "Haha yeah! You ninja-turtle'd him!" said Brandon who was still recording and then Megaman GX smashed the glass case and free'd Tony Khan who was super thankful to Megaman GX for helping deal with the bad guys "Well that was fun!" said Kenny Omega "And Megaman GX if you ever need help with wrestling again, you know where to find us" "I will!" Said Megaman GX! "But for now Kenny I think it's time we bid the audience adieu!" "Couldn't have put it better myself!" said Kenny "So until next time...Goodbye and...Good night!" "BANG!" And everybody laughed! The end!

[riacte]

Rendog finale appreciation post

Let’s appreciate how long he’d planned this. He either planned out his entire season, or was smart enough to connect all of his dots when he improvised. Down to the smallest of details. He was either secretly recording for the ENTIRE SEASON, keeping little bits and pieces for the end, OR he created backups and meticulously recreated them. Like when he teased Renbob in the cafe a very good while ago, or when he showed Grumbot in his finale. These little details are what makes the story come to life.

Like. Imagine going on the Hermitcraft world, and as you’re interacting with the storylines your fellow hermits laid out, you’re trying to intersect yours with them at the same time. For example, how he made supporting Stress for mayor as something the Renperor told him to, and hired the Boomers for a “planned” blowing up of his base. Sure, Ren could’ve broken character and went “I support Stress because she’s my friend and I like pink! :D” or “oopsie Pamela died to a creeper, I must Get Her Back”. But he made all the collabs part of his story. All his friends are characters, even if they play a minor part.

… Now I’m doubting how much did Ren plan from the beginning and how much is improvised. The absolutely great thing is that: we can’t tell. And we don’t care. What matters is that Ren is an excellent storyteller and is capable of creating and weaving stories. Jevin stealing Pam for drama, thus making a mooshroom more important than she is, so naturally Ren would become evil to revive her? Ren connected the dots! He always does! Even if those aren’t his dots!

Ren’s finale is so epic and heartfelt and passionate. You can feel this is why he started the season. From the dramatic chapter names (also categorising his season neatly), many pieces of epic music he commissioned, making up distinct voices and personalities for the characters, and so much more. He managed to recap the season and add something new at the end. It felt like a satisfying, graceful, dignified end to Ren’s Star Wars theme.

And it was… really organic? When c!Ren was having nightmares, cc!Ren used it to show memories of S7 to the audience, but added enough editing to make it make sense for c!Ren.

His timing was impeccable too??? Like, the way the Rendog theme came into the soundtrack the MOMENT the Renperor commissioned Ren to build the first hanger/ ship/ whatever (ily Ren but I still don’t care about Star Wars :D) through the hologram— bruh that genuinely made me emotional. The change from a tense Star Wars-ish theme to Ren’s joyful, epic theme… and how the timing matched the moment the first Star Wars build Ren made… the Renperor is literally handing it over to c!Ren, both lore-wise and music-wise. And what’s more, the hanger bay is the start of cc!Ren’s mega grind. This is both c!Ren and cc!Ren’s big moment, and the music triumphantly shows that.

And Ren showing his time lapses in time with his theme just really told us how much EFFORT he put in. We hear the theme every time we watch a new episode, but now it’s reimagined and epic and orchestral but it’s still so Ren. The nostalgia is real.

Ren has somehow outdone himself, and as a person who doesn’t know SHIT about Star Wars, I was really entertained and impressed this season. I’m just. I’m begging you to watch it even if you didn’t follow Ren. The editing is so great and it BLOWS my mind that this one person is able to weave a story for himself without excluding other storylines of Hermitcraft.

#rendog #hermitcraft #ria.txt #I listened to jonos tracks writing this and I’m so emo #also if anyone else wanna add anything feel free <3 #Ren!! Dog!!

[yanderes-galore]

Garai narrows his eyes and backs darling into the food tent again. Once they were against a stack of boxes, he grabs both their hands to bring up to his face nuzzling and breathing in darlings scent. Garai then brings his head to darling's neck, sniffing out for any side of Asim but finding very little. There was multiple scents, but no scent indicated that his darling had mated...

Garai: I searched for you... It upset me that you left me behind. You'd promise we'd 'sight-see' once I was no longer fragile.

Y/N: I don't know really how long I was unconscious with the visions, but once they were done. I didn't want to be in one place. Asim told me you left your scent on me.

Garai: I know... It was for your protection and you washed it off.

Y/N: I'm sorry to break it to you but when someone with a strong nose says you smell. It hurts feelings. Of course I was going to take a shower, and I was probably due one anyway.

Garai: Did you have to leave with him though?

Y/N: Asim is not only very much trusted among the Professor, my co-workers and I but also among his community. You should respect him too for he was the one to bring the blood to put meat on your once skinny bones!

Garai: Your tone and attitude displeases me. Where is the nice Y/N? What do I have to do for you to treat me better.

Darling is taken aback, feeling guilt but remembering the visions. Though they had cried tears of mourning after seeing his death. Garai seemed to have cool his darling, and rested his head against darling. His purr started up, when darling reached up themselves for the first time to cup his face.

Y/N: The visions scared me, enlightened me and sadden me, Garai.

Garai: What made you sad?

Y/N: Watching you die... I cried once waking up... It was the longest movie I've watched with barely any breathing room.

Garai: You cried for me?

Y/N: The gross ugly kind.

Garai smiled, and started to rub his scent again into darling. Realizing what he was trying to do, darling moved to push him away but he wrapped his arms around them. Darling's ears hearing his purr motor go up a notch.

Y/N: Please! Don't scent me, Garai!

Garai: Deal with it.

You must've taught him "Deal with it" as he wouldn't know it by himself.

Ultra mega boomer.

I also wonder about how we got to memory transfer again? It is a nice idea, however.

[dewitty1]

Saturday Six (Stuff)

I made a post this week about a popular author's death, and it got a lot of notes (just like this one - not a death, but still, and this one) and a friend thought I was complaining about something else. Nah, I just think Tumblr is weird, that's all. ヾ(´･ ･｀｡)ノ”

This boat I'm working on is huge. And I feel like I'm taking forever to get it done. But I'm trying to be kinder to myself, so, I'm reminding myself that there are a lot of steps to be taken to get the cover made, and that I'm trying to do quality work. Yeah, yeah that's it... ೭੧(❛〜❛✿)੭೨

So yeah, I was bummed that I didn't have any work to do. And now that I'm busy with work, I'm feeling overwhelmed. So, depression and anxiety where is the middle ground? (゜-゜)

My parents (and uncle) are badgering me to get on my Dude's (@super-ultra-mega-kami-guru) case to figure out his life, and either get a job or go to school like we all did when we (them - boomers, me - Gen X) were younger. Even though I told my dad that he has depression and anxiety too. Which considering the state of the world today is understandable (he - Dad, even said so!). It's getting annoying telling them that idk what he's going to do. （；¬＿¬)

I'm really looking forward to going to the coast in June. I've really missed my BFF a lot. And I've missed seeing the ocean. (❁´▽`❁)*✲ﾟ*

One of our Farmer's Market establishments, a little lady named Babe (90+?yrs old), who makes hand towels that are crocheted at the top so you can hang them on drawer or stove handles, is quitting after idk how many years! So sad! (´∩｀。)

Bonus -Dear USA friends - (sorry this is more an FB than Tumblr post, but oh well) Monday is Memorial day as you well know. And FYI, Memorial Day is a holiday for honoring and mourning the military personnel who have died in the performance of their military duties while serving in the United States Armed Forces. It is not a day for thanking veterans. (please don't @ me about your opinions on the military and the military industrial complex. I am a veteran and I don't want to hear it.) Although thanking veterans is always appreciated it could be very awkward. Just remember all those who did what the country asked them to do, while you're enjoying your hotdogs and beer or whatever this weekend. (ᅌᴗᅌ* )

#Saturday Six #May 29 2021 #Memorial Day weekend edition #Carey rambles about stuff n things #Sometimes I wonder if anyone reads these lolololol #Or if I'm just rambling into the void #Personal #About me #Please do not reblog #The Market is really slow this morning #Idk if that's good or bad #Kind of bad because it's costing me money ugh #Anyway lolololol #Thank y'all for being here #Thanks for reading

[annaraebananawriter]

Uncle-Niece Bonding Time

This is perhaps the cringeiest stuff I’ve ever written. It was fun to write, don’t get me wrong, but still...it’s very cringey. However, I hope that doesn’t deter you from laughing at it.

Hope you enjoy!

Fandom: Undertale, but specifically the UTMV

Characters: Nightmare (Who belongs to Joku) and Lux (Who belongs to ??? (if you know, please tell me!))

Pairings: Implied Cream

Warnings: None, but let me know if I missed anything!

Word Count: 865

~oOo~

"Simp."

His niece's comment made Nightmare pause, hand still on the doorknob. He turned slightly, meeting the mischievous gaze of Lux. She grinned and on any other day, directed at anyone else, he might've even been proud at how evil it looked.

For now, though, it made his eye twitch.

Not breaking eye contact, he pushed the door, making sure it was fully closed. The click echoed in the hallway. Neither reacted.

"I'm sorry?" Nightmare asked slowly, forcing a smile on his face.

"You're a simp." Lux's grin grew. "I heard you on the phone, talking to your boyfriend." She crossed her arms, smug. "You're a big ass simp."

Nightmare narrowed his eyes, irritated at her behaviour. It was bad enough Cross had brought her here for him to "watch" (as if they knew that was going to happen—he wanted nothing to do with the brat), but now she has to insult him, acting as if she owned the place and could say whatever she wanted?

The nerve of that...that...gah, he couldn't even come up with an insult to call her back!

He was too tired to deal with this, Nigtmare decided. Doing the grown-up thing, he turned and started to—

"Walking away? Wow. Didn't take you for being scared to deal with a girl talking smack to you. What? Are you a simp and a pussy? What has the "King of Fear" become these days?"

He stopped.

Heathen.

There.

He found the perfect word to call his niece.

He turned around again, barely three steps away from where he started. Lux stared back at him, a challenge in her eyes.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be listening to her. She was a child, barely even a teenager! He was hundreds of years older. Matureness was practically written and sewn into his bones at this point. What was she going to do that he would ever be affected by?

"Aw," She leaned forward, hands clasped under her chin, batting her eyes mockingly. "is wittle Nightmawe too afwaid to talk back? Awe his feelings huwt? Does he need some hugs?"

His eye twitched stronger this time.

"I'm not afraid of you." Dammit. He sounded too defensive. He was trying to show her he couldn't be talked to like that, lot edge her on. Judging by her laugh, she heard it too. He gritted his teeth. "I'm not."

Lux—no, sorry. The little heathen made a show of rolling her eyes. "Suuure..."

"I'm not."

"I believe you." She most certainly did not.

Nightmare took a deep breath, standing tall. "I'm not afraid of anything."

"Everyone's afraid of something." Lux—heathen shrugged, eyeing him with a smirk. "You just so happen to be afraid to fight little girls. Not your fault."

His fists clenched tight enough that if he had skin, he would've drawn blood already.

Before he could do anything he'd regret, he took a deep breath. "I'm not fighting any little girls, whether I'm afraid of them—which. I'm. Not—or if I'm not. Which I am." He spoke as calmly as he could. "I'm an adult. Adult's don't do that."

"Yeah." Lux—heathen—oh, forget it, he'll just stick to her name—nodded, making Nightmare look at her suspiciously. Was she...agreeing with him? "You are old." Ah. Nope. She was just making another comeback.

"I'm not old." Nightmare said, even though he did admit he kind of was. But he didn't want to be called it if it was used in that tone.

Lux scoffed. "Uh, yeah you are."

"No."

"Yeah."

"No."

"Yeah."

"No—why am I arguing with you about this?!"

Nightmare felt like screaming.

Was this hell? This certainly felt like it.

"Yeah, you are." Lux ignored Nightmare's question to himself. "You're older than boomers, dude. That makes you like a...mega super boomer. Maximus." She paused, apparently needing to think over if the insult was good enough, before nodding. "A maximus mega super boomer."

Nightmare gritted his teeth. "Whatever. I shouldn't be arguing with you. You're just a kid."

"A kid who's bored. And your niece."

"Unfortunately," Nightmare muttered, before shaking his head and stepping back. "Again: Whatever. I'm going to go get something to eat. Away from you." He turned. "Goodbye."

He kept his guard up as he walked, but Lux kept silent. When he turned the corner, he paused for a minute before relaxing. Finally, his patience rewards him. Now he was free to do whatever he wanted. And he was hungry, he realized—that had just flown out of his mouth because it was the first excuse he could think of.

Hm. You know what he wanted?

Wine.

A big fat glass of red wine.

He needed it after the conversation he just had.

He started walking again.

"JUST REMEMBER: YOU'RE STILL A SIMP!"

He froze.

That brat.

She screamed that for the entire castle to hear.

All thoughts of hunger and wine disappeared as Nightmare growled, tentacles flaring. He turned and rounded the corner again, speed-walking his way over to Lux, who turned around into a run in the other direction, giggling like mad. He followed suit, chasing after her.

"COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE SHIT—"

#my writing #oneshot #my fanfiction #undertale #utmv #nightmare sans #lux #implied cream #fluff #but cringey fluff this time

[stumacherstan]

Can I get a Embry Quill x reader where the reader is Bella’s younger sister and go to watch the pack and the Cullen family train. But the reader has a crush on Embry but Embry doesn’t know so when he sees her for the 1st time he imprints. Edward heard it and blurts out “you like em-” and Embry thinks the reader likes Emmet. And then it ends in fluff? Thanks I absolutely love your work!!! 💗💗💗💗🌸

Embry Call x swan!Reader:

You honestly didn’t even know why you were here other than emotional support and Bella couldn’t lie to you for shit. It’s whatever. You always like the idea of supernatural and you heard that Embry would be here. You were shook to found out he was a pack member, but like hey it’s whatever. It’s just a crush. The only reason you’ve managed to get this crush under wraps for so long is because you don’t see Embry often. It’s always like quick glances then moving on.

You weren’t expecting to make eye contact with him when he was taking off his shirt to shift. You both froze but you looked away in embarrassment. You didn’t mean to stare. You walked over to your sister. “I’m such an idiot.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I accidentally made eye contact as Embry was taking off his shirt.”

“Wow. You’re really subtle.”

“Shut up, you can’t be criticizing me!” You quickly shut your mouth since you didn’t want anyone knowing that you had this mega crush on Embry. But it was too late, Edward had heard your thoughts.

“Wait a minute. YOU have a crush on Em-“

You hit him, although it wouldn’t hurt. “SHUT UP!”

That was all Embry had to hear. He was walking towards you guys, although no one had noticed, and already felt rejected. He walked off to his pack. “Jesus christ. What is it with the swans likes leeches? Who’s next? Charlie???” Embry retorted silently.

“Imagine imprinting on a Swan.” Paul joked.

“Shut up Paul.”

“You should still tell her Embry. You know the effects of not telling your imprint how you feel.” Sam urged.

“yOu KnOw ThE eFfEcTs Of NoT tElLiNg YoUr iMpRiNt HoW yOu FeEl. Okay boomer.” Embry retorted before he briskly walked off. He didn’t want to deal with Sam’s wrath after he just mocked him. He looked for you and felt a bit of resentment when he saw you with Emmett. However, he did know the effects of not telling your imprint what’s up.

You saw him and got embarrassed. You saw him walk away earlier, he’s probably about to reject you now to get it over with. “H-hi Embry.”

“Hey.” Embry started awkwardly. Ignoring the subtle glare from Emmett. “Mind if we talk alone?”

You scrunched your nose. Yikes. Alone? “Yeah! That’s fine!” Everything was NOT fine. You guys went on a little stroll, far away from everyone.

“So?”

“So. Haha funny story.” Embry started. He’s always been more shy than the others. How does one tell their imprint that your souls are entwined someway? “You’re everything I want in my life.” WOW THAT WASNT IT! FIX IT IDIOT!! “I-I meant. That. You’re my imprint. So you know technically my soulmate really. I, uh, know that you like Emmett. So we can stay friends or I can be your protector or whatever you want!” Embry hasn’t made eye contact after blurting the whole “you’re everything i want in my life” headass.

Your mouth was agape. What were the fucking odds. You had to clear up some things. “Are you deadass?”

Embry chuckled. “Yeah. I know. It’s wack that a wolf imprinted on you and all, but like I said. We don’t have to be like in a relationship.”

“No! I want to be! Edward heard my thoughts and my crush about you! He was going to say your name, not Emmett’s. He’s like my brother and already has a wife. I like you too!”

Embry looked into your gleaming eyes. He smiled. He took your hands in his. “Great, because I wouldn’t know what to do without my soulmate.”

You blushed. “Let’s go back to training grounds.” You avoided the stares from everyone looking at you two holding hands. All that mattered that was he by your side.

#twilight #twilight saga #twilight imagine #embry call #embry call imagine #embry call x reader #bella swan #edward cullen #paul lahote #sam uley #emmett cullen

[jjba-arni-reblog]

Gamer moment (Terence D’arby x reader?)

Ah, another cursed one. It’s not as bad as my other ones, I’d say it lacks the edge lmao.

But for my birthday boy, it is worth a try to write~~~

“Terence? Where are you?” you called for the man, walking in the huge mansion

‘I swear this mansion is bigger than Dio’s ass...’ you thought to yourself.

“I’m here!” came the voice from a large bathroom “come in.”

Unsure, you entered the bathroom still. Before you was Terence in a seemingly big bathtub, filled what seemed to be roses and...essential oil?

I guess Karen was having a self-care time.

“Hello, darling” he greeted you.

“What are you doing?” you asked the man.

“Taking a bath?” he raised an eyebrow as the matter of fact.

“Why all the bottles?” you eyed the suspicious mountain of empty bottles just next to the bathtub.

“Well, might as well use the opportunity since I am taking a bath” Terence explained simply, as if not noticing your absolute confusion

“For what?”

“Gamer boy bath water”

“...eh?”

“I’ll spare you one bottle, my love”

“I..” ‘what the fuck’ was the only thought in your head at that moment.

Before you could say anything you heard what seemed to be a sound of...water?

Noticing your confused expression, Terence explained.

“It’s my boy Kakyoin pissing there.”

“What.”

“Pissing, my love. We need to get the coins. How else would we buy exclusive master edition of F-MEGA?” D’Arby said as if it was the most logical thing ever.

“Working?” you asked with a sarcasm in your tone.

“We can’t. In this society, we are oppressed, not being able to find the means of surviving.”

“You are living in a huge mansion” you raised en eyebrow.

“Dio’s“ the man corrected you.

“Speaking of which...how did he allow you two...specifically Kakyoin, to stay here?”

“Well, I am the best servant after all” you could see Terence smirking proudly.

“No, you are not. SO what’s the real reason?” you pushed the issue further.

“Well...”

“Well?”

“I kinda....commissioned an artist to draw lewd stuff of Jonathan...”

“You what?”

“Please don’t make me say that again, I don’t have many braincells to lose.” you could hear a small desperation in his voice.

“You don’t seem to have any. Why couldn’t Dio do this himself?”

“He’s a boomer. Have you seen some of his clothes? It’s with us that he dresses nicely...Though I have to admit, his thong collection is way bigger and better than my soul collection”

...

“Hey, Terry?”

“Mhm?”

“Can I drown myself in a gamer boy bath water?”

“Always”

#fox work #cursed collection #terence #terence x reader #jojo part 3 #SDC #jjba x reader #jjba headcanons #jjba #jojo x reader #jojo headcanons #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo scenarios #jojo

[mnranger5]

A Trip Full of Battles Finally Pays Off, Brown Town, U.S.A., 9/12/19 - 9/15/19

I talk about fishing in crummy conditions all the time on my blog.  It’s not that I am being overly dramatic, it’s just the reality of fishing in Minnesota.  Our springs are cold and wet.  Our summers are wet and windy.  Our falls are cold, wet and windy.  We get used to it.  Fishing can be a grind in crappy conditions.  Battles with controlling the boat in windy conditions, staying warm, keeping dry and coaxing finicky fish are all part of experience.  Much of the time, the battles are not won.  But on those days where you persevere through the challenges and stick with the game plan, even when it doesn’t appear to be working, it can produce some of the most rewarding days on the water.  And battles won at Brown Town, U.S.A. can produce the very best rewards imaginable.  This is a story of an epic battle that I eventually ended up winning at Lake Mille Lacs.

9/12/19

I had work appointments in Duluth on Thursday afternoon/Friday morning, so I took that work trip as an opportunity to sneak away to my most favorite lake of all time, Mille Lacs, or as I refer to it, Brown Town (because it produces the biggest smallmouth bass - brown colored bass - in the world).  I left early Thursday morning because I knew finding a place in Duluth to park the boat could be a challenge.

For the record, when booking the hotel I called ahead of time and asked if they had an oversized vehicle lot.  They assured me they did!  So, when I arrived at the Radisson Duluth, I was shocked when the oversized lot was full with employee parking.  They told me there was nothing they could do other than direct me to the top deck of the parking ramp.

Battle #1: Jake vs. The Parking Ramp

I spent over an hour getting up on the parking ramp and turned around so that I could leave easily the next morning.  After a 53-point turn, I had the truck and trailer parked on top of the ramp.  The weather was miserable, with gusty winds, rain and fog.  Not a nice afternoon in Duluth.  I used the skyways to walk to my work appointment.

9/13/19

Following my last meeting of the morning, I hit the road toward Brown Town.  I arrived to my campsite, Father Hennepin State Park, around 1PM.

Battle #2: Jake vs. 30mph winds

Winds were out of the west at 30mph.  The waves were crashing up on shore.  Being out on the water in these conditions looked miserable.  I noticed deep-v walley boats slowly scooting across the choppy waters slapping hard against every swell.  I wasn’t going to let the lake beat me up today.  This was a victory for the wind, although, my body was sure happy I elected not to get jolted around by the waves.

That afternoon I got camp set up so that it would be ready when Dyan arrived later that evening.  We grilled out jalapeno cheddar brats, had salad and chips and salsa.  We feasted as we sat around the campfire.

9/14/19

The following morning, we finally had some beautiful weather!  The sun was out and the wind had calmed down dramatically.  We were on the water by 7:30 and immediately went to the rocky reef off of Malone Island.  

Battle #3: Jake vs. Big Brown fish

I started by throwing a Yum Flash Mob Jr. umbrella rig with a single hook.  I was casting it on my musky rod with 90lb braid.  It was a mega setup, for a mega fish!  And a mega fish hammered right off the bat.  I was swimming the umbrella rig in about 7FOW above a rocky point when a smallmouth absolutely destroyed it.  The fish fought ferociously for at least 2-3 minutes as I guided him over to the boat.  The fish began thrashing right next to the boat as Dyan prepared to scoop him out of the water with the net.  But on one of the fishs’ flops, he threw the hook and dove into the depths.  He was gone.  I was crushed.  This fish was well over 5lbs.

Battle #4 Jake vs. Another Big Fish

Just a short time later (after my tears had dried), I hooked up with another giant.  Just like the smallmouth, this guy crushed my umbrella rig to smithereens.  This heavy bodied fish lethargically made it’s way to the boat – a much different fight than the erratic smallmouth.  This time around, Dyan was able to get the net in the water and scoop this beautiful walleye out of the lake.  This beauty taped out at 26”.   Lucky for him the DNR considers him a protected species.  Otherwise, he would have been in the fry pan over our campfire that evening.

After that flurry, the rest of the morning was pretty quiet.  I fished ultra shallow in the pencil reeds to super deep rocky points and everything in between.

Later that afternoon, we were getting hungry, so we loaded up the boat and headed over to Grand Casino for some food and fun.    

Battle #5 & #6: Jake vs. Lunch Menu and Jake vs. Casino

On the way to the casino is a little resort called Eddy’s.  They have had the most amazing duck wings on their menu the last time we came here.  But today, not so much.  They had an all new menu, and duck wings were not a part of it!  On the bright side, the server said they had so many requests for duck wings that they’d be adding them back to the menu in the near future. This was a battle I’d lose today, but win next time.

And speaking of losing battles, I lost another one at the casino.  My favorite herd of Buffalos just didn’t show up to the stampede.  The casino took all my money!

Battle #7:  Jake vs. Massive Thurnderstorm

So after the casino, we headed back to the campsite.  On the drive, a mega thunder boomer popped up right over the south end of the lake.  The campsite, tent and boat, all were drenched. The campsite was a muddy mess with standing water in the boat and tent.  

After the storm passed, Dyan and I got back out onto the water for some evening fishing. Unfortunately, the storms turned the fish off, and we couldn’t steal a bite.  The entire evening wasn’t entirely lost however.  We were treated to this gorgeous sunset.

Back at camp, we built up a raging campfire in the cool damp air and draped a tarp over our waterlogged chairs.  Redneck camping at its finest!

9/14/19

Battle #8: Jake vs. The Fog

Overnight, the fog rolled in, and it was thick as thieves.  Dyan had a bridal shower for her cousin back in the cities, so she took out around 7AM, the same time I dumped my boat in the water.  The fog seemed pretty thick, but I could still see the shoreline 100 yards away.  This was going to be a piece of cake!

I put the hammer down on the Merc and started cruising out into the big waters of Mille Lacs.  As soon as I was out of the Isle, the fog really thickened up.  I backed off the throttle as visibility was rapidly decreasing.  I was so far from shore, nothing was visible.  A wall of white in every direction.

I’ve been on the lake in fog before, but never so thick that you literally cannot see 20 feet in any direction.  I could hear bass boats in the distance roaring around the lake.   There was an insane amount of stupidity going on with boat traffic moving at more than 50mph.  Although, there was probably some stupidity on my part for leaving myself as a sitting duck target for those other boats to hit.

I would compare navigating on the lake in fog to landing a plane in fog.  Pilots cannot see anything because of the load cloud deck so they rely on their computer systems that they are correctly approaching the runway safely. Similarly, I was relying on my Humminbird and Ultrex to correctly navigate and lock onto spots I had previously marked.  The only difference is that pilots have a radar to tell them about other flight traffic in their area.  All I have is my ears!

So there I was, in the middle of the Mille Lacs, isolated by the fog.  Nobody knew I was there.  I may as well have been fishing naked!  Since I was moving much more cautiously in the fog that the other boats, I knew it was going to take me substantially longer to get to spots I wanted to fish. Therefore, I hatched a plan to fish less spots, but hit those selected spots more methodically and thoroughly.

In the fall the bigger fish tend to move offshore and located adjacent to large boulders.  The bigger the boulders, the better.  On a previous trip to Brown Town, I had marked a GIANT boulder, (a.k.a. The Main Event) about the size of my truck in about 18FOW about a mile south of Big Point on Sunset Bay.  This giant boulder had many smaller boulders scattered around it. My plan was to drag a dropshot all around the boulder field and hopefully pick up some small mouth bass.

I approached the boulder field, making dozens of casts at the smaller rocks.  If I noticed moderately larger rocks on my side imaging, I tended to make multiple casts to those rocks.  I spent nearly an hour casting to the smaller rocks as I inched my way closer to The Main Event.  I hot spot lock on my Ultrex, as I sat about 30 yards off the humongous boulder.  With the boat locked into the perfect casting position, I began casting into the fog.  The fog was so thick I could not see where my bait was hitting the water.  But as my 3/4oz sinker dove through the water column, I could feel it ricochet off the gian bould and roll off to the side.  I found what I was looking for.  I made cast after cast to the hunk of submerged granite, but could not pick up a fish.  A breeze began to pick up so I repositioned the boat into the wind and hit spot lock again. I was not casting out of the rear of the Nitro.  

After two hours of dissecting this spot, I was getting close to giving up.  I made a few more casts, one going just a bit further than The Main Event. The sinker raced to the bottom of Mille Lacs dragging the KVD Watermelon Dreamshot with it.  I slowly reeled, giving the bait a few tugs and pops here and there.  I felt it bang off the boulder.  I let it sit. I slowly lifted my road and could feel the bait lifting and simultaneously scraping upwards along the side of the boulder.  I let the bait drop again.  My bait was exactly where I wanted it to be – situated right at the base of the boulder. I let it sit momentarily.  I popped it a could of times, moving it a few inches closer to me.  A few more pops, then I let it sit quietly again.  Then something bumped the bait.  It was definitely a fish.  I lightly lifted the rod to check for resistance, but there was nothing there.  I popped it a couple more times.  I had a couple feet of slack in the line so I reeled it in. Once the line was taught again, instantly, a fish started tugging at the other end.  I gave a half-hearted hook set, but since the fish was obviously hooked, I just continued reeling.  The fish fought ferociously for a couple of minutes.  It stayed deep underwater never giving me any a visual indication for what species it was.  However, by the way it was fighting, it could only be a smallmouth.  I babied the fish for at least 3 minutes as I waited for the big girl to tire out.  Finally, she approached the surface, and at that moment I almost lost it.  This was a freak of a fish.  Easily, the biggest bass I’ve ever caught.  This pig had to go 5+ pounds!

With my rod in one hand, the net in the other, I cautiously brought the two together and guided the fish into the net.  In that moment, I let out a loud “Whoo-hoooo!”, but nobody was around the hear, or see it. The fog, still just as thick as earlier drowned out any kind of audience that may have been able to see this catch on any other day.  It didn’t matter!  This fish was a giant of giants!  I quickly got the tape out to check this donkey’s length and she came in at exactly 21” long.

And looking at her profile, it looked like she just ate a cannon ball for breakfast!  

I put her on my scale and she tipped it at 5.75lbs.  This shattered my previous person best by nearly half a pound!  Here is a pic of old PB vs. new PB!

I was ecstatic!  This was the fish I had been looking for, and even though it took forever to catch her, she was exactly where I expected her to be.  Catching a fish like this is so much more satisfying when you put in the work to find exact spots you think the fish will be, and to have it pay off.  Don’t get me wrong, I love catching big fish anywhere on the lake, whether it’s random or premeditated.  It just more rewarding in situations like this!  Obviously I was going to let the fish go, but I corralled her in the live well for the remainder of the morning so that I could have somebody take my picture with her back at the boat launch.

Around noon, the fog finally burned off, and gave way to a beautiful sunny day.  Back near the launch, I met a father and son s in a brand new Nitro from Lakeville, MN who were out fishing for musky.  Super nice guys and they offered to take a pic for me.

Unfortunately, the fish does not look like a giant because 1) the pic was taken pretty far away, and 2, the fish is angled in my hands and the tail side of the fish is further away from the camera. No joke about it, this is the same fish that is pictured on the tape above. 

By 2:00, I loaded up the boat and was headed home.  While the battles on this trip were quite real, the reward of catching the biggest bass of my life is absolutely priceless.  I would weather all of the storms on this trip all over again for a chance to catch a giant like the one I caught. Lucky for me, there are much bigger smallmouth bass to catch at Brown Town, so I see plenty more winnable battles in my future!

[hermanwatts]

Sensor Sweep: Firefly, Lou Antonelli, Nintendo 1985, Robot Anime

T.V. (Medium.com): Every generation has their white whale of a concluded series. Baby boomers got hooked on Star Trek and made a big noise about it until they got movies, spinoff shows, more movies, more spinoff shows… Generation X kept the love of Star Wars alive until they got novels, video games, comics and, err, prequels. Milennials got Firefly. And three years later, Serenity, a movie that, while excellent, reminded us that the story worked better on TV.  And then nothing.

Author Interview (Liberty Island): It was four months of Hell for the Sad Puppy finalists– from the announcement of the ballot in April until the WorldCon in August – and essentially a left-wing lynch mob. In the end, the whole fiasco can be considered useful because it made the secret manipulators come out of the closet. Larry Correia has been completely vindicated.

Fiction (Paperback Warrior):  “East of Desolation” was Jack Higgins’ (real name: Henry Patterson) 22nd novel, published in 1968 by Berkley and then reprinted dozens of times using different cover art. The book arrived seven years prior to Higgins becoming a mega-bestseller and household name with his 1975 novel “The Eagle Has Landed”. While booming sales never supported the material, the 1960s produced some of Higgins’ finest literary work, evident with this ice-capped adventure starring brush pilot Joe Martin.

Westerns (Mostly Old Books): A taut and violent short western that finds young Jess Remsberg, consumed with avenging the rape and murder of his wife, scouting for an Army wagon train that finds itself outnumbered in a brutal cat-and-mouse battle with a band of merciless Apaches. The tension remains high as the brilliant Apache warlord Chata matches wits step for step with young and ambitious Army Lieutenant McAllister who is close friends with Jess.

Book Review (Pulp Fiction Reviews): New Pulp writer Derrick Ferguson is best known for his action packed adventures, be they the exploits of Dillon, Fortune McCall or Sebastian Red. All of these should already be on your reading list. But back in 1914, Ferguson wrote this truly amazing novella, “The Madness of Frankenstein” that is his homage to the great Hammer horror flicks of the 60s and 70s. Having finally picked up a copy, we were eager open its pages and discover what special grisly treats Mr. Ferguson had whipped up for his unsuspecting readers.

Cinema (Scifi Movie Page): Disney+ has officially arrived, with all the force and weight that Uncle Walt’s 600 lb. entertainment gorilla can muster. The Mouse plays for keeps, and the buzz around event releases like The Mandalorian and the various MCU projects immediately put their streaming service in the top tier alongside Netflix and Amazon.

But Disney’s strengths go beyond their acquisition (and undeniably strong shepherding) of hot IPs such as Marvel and Star Wars. Their library stretches back over 80 years, and a large amount of it is available for streaming.

D&D (Walker’s Retreat): You know you’ve got something worth watching when you get a comment like this: “Yes. Monotheism is the missing link that D&D needs for a medieval authentic feeling in your game. I use it. In addition it does one of two things. It either keeps SJWs away from your game, or it attracts them because they want to break your game or be an antichurch outsider. In those cases they always end up quitting because they don’t get what they want.”

Gaming (RMWC Reviews): The Nintendo Entertainment System represented a sea change in what video game consoles could do and how they were received at home. Released in 1985 in North America, the NES came out at a time when the American market was still reeling from the great industry crash of 1983. Compared to the Atari 2600 which was the previous home console of choice, the NES had better graphics, sound, processing power, and yes, gimmicks. The 1985 launch was actually limited to New York City for the holiday season, and was then expanded in 1986 when it was clear to be a success.

Anime (Wasteland and Sky): As anyone who knows anime knows, there are two kinds of mecha series. First there were the originals, the super robots, then there were those created with Mobile Suit Gundam, the real robots. The former were pulp heroes that went on adventures to stop the villains while the latter were based on soldiers fighting in wars. Different approaches and aims allowed for very different legacies.

Book Review (Matthew Constantine): The second book in The Prydain Chronicles by Lloyd Alexander, The Black Cauldron is somewhat more complex and more interesting than The Book of Three.  Having already been introduced to many of the characters, we don’t need to go through that again and can instead jump right into the action.  Taran and friends are tasked with finding and destroying the Black Cauldron aka the Crochan, the magic item used to create near invincible Cauldron Born, undead warriors.

Tolkien (BBC): A pub made famous as a meeting place for fantasy authors CS Lewis and JRR Tolkien is to be made into a hotel. The Eagle and Child in St Giles’, Oxford, has a plaque inside commemorating the writers’ get-togethers. Known as The Inklings, they would regularly meet up with other academics at the Grade II listed pub. The application was approved by Oxford City Council’s west area planning committee on Tuesday.

D&D/Cinema (Tenkar’s Tavern): Comicbook.com shared an article about the upcoming Dungeons & Dragons movie (due Summer of 2021) – Thanks to Luke Gygax for sharing the article on Facebook. The upcoming Dungeons & Dragons movie will feature at least one character with ties to the Forgotten Realms and will focus on a quest for an iconic magical object. ComicBook.com can exclusively report that the upcoming Dungeons & Dragons movie currently in development by Paramount will focus on a group of adventurers looking for the Eye of Vecna, a powerful artifact that dates back to the earliest days of the game.

Pulp Hero (Black Gate): I have to confess that writing The Spider is a completely different experience for me than writing the Wild Adventures of Doc Savage, Tarzan, John Carter, or any of the other classic pulp heroes I’ve been privileged to bring back to life in new novels. With these other pulp heroes, it’s largely a matter of concocting a logical plot and having the heroes go through their customary pieces, although I seem to have quickly become an accidental king of crossovers since I’ve managed to convince the various license holders to permit me to have a few of them collide, such as Doc Savage and The Shadow, Tarzan of the Apes and King Kong.

Review (Porpor Books Blog): Men of Violence: All Review Special’ ($5.99, 93 pp) features reviews (limited to 250 words for an individual book and 500 words for a series) of over 100 paperbacks and comics published from 1953 to the present day, that fall (more or less) into the genre of ‘Men’s Adventure’ fiction. Needless to say, we live in an era in which men rarely read for pleasure, the genre of Men’s Adventure is regarded as affront to a Woke society, and any adolescent who brings a copy of Torture Love Cage (Jack Savage, 1959) to school probably will be expelled, and obliged to receive Counseling before being readmitted.

Book Review (Rough Edges): Almost a year ago, I read the first book in the Casca series by Barry Sadler and really enjoyed it. I didn’t mean for so much time to go by before I got back to the series, but that’s the way it happened. I’ve finally read the second book, GOD OF DEATH, which picks up the story of Casca Rufio Longinus, former Roman soldier who was present at the Crucifixion and was cursed with immortality because of it. Wounds or illness that would kill a normal man can’t claim him, and he’s doomed to wander the world, always making his way as a mercenary soldier.

Novel Excerpt (DMR Books): Wulfhere and Eanhere and their army of bears crept down the valley silently. From a cliff they could see Penda’s men as they sat in a little grove eating their midday meal. Eanhere took half the bears and crept round to the other side of the grove while Wulfhere waited on this side with the rest. Wulfhere crept quietly closer till only a small knoll stood between the Mercians and himself, and he could hear their loud talk and laughter. “Ha, we will root this bear out of his den, and he will go the way of his people!” one said as he emptied his horn of mead.

Art (Karavansara): Turns out this is a Robert Maguire cover for a novel called The Deadly Lady of Madagascar, bt Frank G. Slaughter (nice name for someone writing about deadly ladies) that I will try and find somehow. If I can’t write it, I can certainly read it.

Alt. History (Enter Stage Right): Alternative history (popularly called “alternate history”) is sometimes termed “uchronia” or counterfactual history. It is important to remember that alternative history pertains to events that are in the past at the time when the narrative is being written. So, for example, the 1920s projections of Hugo Gernsback about the 1980s cannot be properly termed as being alternative history – even though his vision of the world of the 1980s is much different from what has actually occurred.

D&D (Sacnoth’s Scriptorium): So, I just got a comment on my post back in September on the new film documenting Arnesom’s role in the creation of D&D. Since the comment seems to come from the filmmaker himself, thought I’d feature it here so as to give the filmmakers a better chance to have their say. Here’s their comment.

Gaming Magazines (Silver Key): Later issues of White Dwarf introduced readers to Thrud the Barbarian. The loinclothed barbarian stereotype born in the pages of sword-and-sorcery (Brak, Thongor, Kothar and their ilk) was by then quite pervasive, and strip author Carl Critchlow had fun with a character that was literally all muscle and no brain—a tiny head upon a massive, muscular body. Issue #50 (February 1984) has Thrud invoking “the sacred jockstrap of Robert E. Howard” before hacking his way through a horde of castle defenders, whom he (mistakenly) believes are holding a princess captive in the tower.

Science Fiction (Tellers of Weird Tales): I’m going back farther now into the past, into spring when, in a week when I was sick, I read The Space Trilogy by C.S. Lewis. Things To Come (1936) was still fresh in my mind when I read these books. That freshness may have influenced my thoughts on Out of the Silent Planet (1938), Perelandra (1943), and That Hideous Strength (1945). I shouldn’t spend too much time on this, but I’m sure I will. There is a lot in The Space Trilogy and it’s hard to move past some of these things without commenting on them and applying them to issues current in this blog and in our world of today.

Weird Tales (Dark Worlds Quarterly): Seabury Grandin Quinn would begin his writing career in The Thrill Book, an early Weird Tales precursor devoted to strange and off-trail fiction. Street & Smith, the future publisher of The Phantom and Doc Savage, ran The Thrill Book for sixteen issues, from March 1 to October 15, 1919. The magazine would publish Francis Stevens’ The Heads of Cerberus, one of the first science fiction novels about parallel worlds.

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Thinking Out Loud

Thinking Out Loud

I've been sitting here thinking today a great deal about where I come from. Growing up hard and quick, it was fun when I was coming up. I was born in 82, was part of the Class of 2000, and was the epitome of what it was to be a "Millennial." Things aren't the same and I miss the way times were. I grew up with a generation that had the best of electronics and interactive toys, right on the cusp of carbureted vs fuel injected engines. Some of the greatest technological advances have been made by my generation. We've bridged the World in ways many before could never fathom! At the same time, we've grown too trusting that our needs will just be met, without taking the proper initiatives to ensure their sustainability. We're not the hard workers and over achievers that the Baby Boomers were. I like to think that I grew up in a time and family, where I was provided a very good education. Not just in a scholastic sense, but an all-encompassing, high-quality upbringing. I grew up in a middle class family, in a working class, well-diversified community.  My dad was a longshoreman for 42 years when he retired. My mom was a housewife who tended to my every need. We had our strengths and our weaknesses, as does any family. I was brought up with a strong sense of pride for self and love for my country. I've always been inspired by Patriots and those who were Champions of The People. Since I was a young child, I dreamed of serving my Country. I've always felt nothing is more Honorable than to be trusted by many to be their voice and to stand for their beliefs. Different things throughout my life have made me question things I'd been told or taught to believe. That's ultimately led me to learn there are other ways of doing things than what the majority accept to be "the right way." One of the first things that taught me that was the development of Juvenile Diabetes at 12 years old. At that time, I dreamed of joining the Navy, going to Annapolis, earning my wings as a fighter pilot, and using the military to become a combat surgeon. I believed that to be the best way I could best serve my country. Diabetes instantly stripped that from me. For 7 years, the only things I had cared to learn, were that in the scientific and mathematical realms. I would read anything and everything I could find on the human body, flight, war, arms, etc. From 5 to roughly 8-years-old, I spent my spare time at night reading the Encyclopedia Britannica from cover to cover. And I mean all 32 volumes! From there, I went to the Linden East Branch Library. At 10, I was left there for hours on weekends, having direct access to the "Resource Room." It was my information gateway! Anything I wanted to know, I knew how to find the answers! When I was diagnosed with diabetes, I felt like everything I had aspired to become, was no longer attainable and my life was an utter waste. I still wanted to make something of myself, but didn't know what I wanted to do. Whatever it was, simply had to be done FAST! I felt as though a clock had been placed on my life and I had to live it before it was gone. Then, I started thinking it was gone before it had even started. Around 13-years-old, I began an involvement with drugs. I was doing things that I thought would speed my death and give me the life I thought I wanted. At this point, I didn't care about much, but I had a strong interest in cars and racing. I suppose that's the next fastest thing to flying, which I knew the FAA would never clear me to do. At least not professionally. Before diabetes, after my 12th birthday, I was hired in a local bike store as a mechanic. I eventually got into small engine repair, which progressed into auto mechanics when I was in high school. When I was a freshman, I took a test for vocational school. As a sophomore, we were allowed to choose 4 different vocational areas. I chose Auto Mechanics, Auto Tech 1, Auto Tech 2, and Auto Tech 3, whereas others had chosen Auto Mechanics, Welding, Construction Trades, and maybe Culinary, or Auto Body. I was given a placement test, which was the same test administered to graduating seniors. As a freshman, not having ever taken an auto course, I scored higher than any of their seniors had in many previous years. They instantly accepted me with open arms, into their Automotive Technology program as an incoming sophomore. Something that was exclusively reserved for juniors. I was beyond honored and they were grateful to have me! I still knew education was important, but drugs and my own skewed thought processes had corrupted me a bit. Fortunately, I was able to get clean before I was 15, and excelled in my career. I went on to represent my school in a state-wide competition. At first I allegedly didn't place, but a week or so later, my instructor got a call saying I had been tied for 2nd and they were holding a special awards ceremony for the official winners. I was always told it was a political thing, but I was happy to know I did as well as I had. It was one of the greatest honors of my life to that point. By March of my junior year, I had my license and started driving. I was heavy into NHRA drag racing, and I basically lived my life a quarter-mile at a time. My speeds were idle and wide open throttle! You lift, you lose! Drive it 'til the wheels fall off and keep pushin' til she quits! And I did! From 17-23 were probably the BEST. YEARS. OF. MY. LIFE! I was on top of my scene. By 18 I was Master ASE certified and had gone to college on a scholarship. I withdrew passing to come back to NJ and make money in my career, after testing out of several courses without taking them. I felt it was a waste and I could do better without it. Any additional training I would need, was provided by my employer! While I worked as a tech in garages, then GM dealerships, I grew stronger into racing. My friends in my racing circuit became my family. There was a camaraderie like you'd never believe. We were street racers mostly, so we lived our lives on a dangerous edge. Many friends and acquaintances are no longer with us due to mishaps on the road. Others got involved in other parts of the street life and were never able to recover. However, we all had our backs. We policed ourselves and followed our own moral codes. We had a respect that's almost impossible for me to find today. Granted, times were a bit different. But, I still talk to some of my old group here and there. They're still doing the same things. I look back and I miss it so much, but my situation has changed and I've learned to accept it. I would just like to find that solidarity again. We used to have each others backs no matter what! It didn't matter the time of day or what needed to be done, we showed up by carloads and didn't leave until it was done! We loved what we did and did it as much as we could. Today, I no longer hang out with my car crew. I'm involved in politics and trying to effect positive change in my community. I seek to unite people and aspire to reach a level of greater good for everyone around me. And it's one of the most difficult feats I've ever undertaken. But, if you haven't already been able to tell, I LOVE a challenge and I DO NOT QUIT!  I just wish I could figure out what it takes to unite people the way I'm used to people being united. Then, I have to sit back and think that The Revolutionary War was won by 3% of the population fighting! I propose nothing half as drastic as that, but revolutionary by all means! Whether you support me or not remains entirely on you. Just know that I'm doing what I do, for you too! I don't have all the answers. Nor do I ever claim to. I simply have an open mind and the willingness to hear all sides out, then use logic to come to sensible resolutions in a mature fashion. I only encourage others to join me in my latest endeavor. #MEGA Make Elizabeth Great Again Click here to return to my Home Page Visit My Blog Click Here to Support My Efforts Click to Post

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Thinking Out Loud

Thinking Out Loud

I've been sitting here thinking today a great deal about where I come from. Growing up hard and quick, it was fun when I was coming up. I was born in 82, was part of the Class of 2000, and was the epitome of what it was to be a "Millennial." Things aren't the same and I miss the way times were. I grew up with a generation that had the best of electronics and interactive toys, right on the cusp of carbureted vs fuel injected engines. Some of the greatest technological advances have been made by my generation. We've bridged the World in ways many before could never fathom! At the same time, we've grown too trusting that our needs will just be met, without taking the proper initiatives to ensure their sustainability. We're not the hard workers and over achievers that the Baby Boomers were. I like to think that I grew up in a time and family, where I was provided a very good education. Not just in a scholastic sense, but an all-encompassing, high-quality upbringing. I grew up in a middle class family, in a working class, well-diversified community.  My dad was a longshoreman for 42 years when he retired. My mom was a housewife who tended to my every need. We had our strengths and our weaknesses, as does any family. I was brought up with a strong sense of pride for self and love for my country. I've always been inspired by Patriots and those who were Champions of The People. Since I was a young child, I dreamed of serving my Country. I've always felt nothing is more Honorable than to be trusted by many to be their voice and to stand for their beliefs. Different things throughout my life have made me question things I'd been told or taught to believe. That's ultimately led me to learn there are other ways of doing things than what the majority accept to be "the right way." One of the first things that taught me that was the development of Juvenile Diabetes at 12 years old. At that time, I dreamed of joining the Navy, going to Annapolis, earning my wings as a fighter pilot, and using the military to become a combat surgeon. I believed that to be the best way I could best serve my country. Diabetes instantly stripped that from me. For 7 years, the only things I had cared to learn, were that in the scientific and mathematical realms. I would read anything and everything I could find on the human body, flight, war, arms, etc. From 5 to roughly 8-years-old, I spent my spare time at night reading the Encyclopedia Britannica from cover to cover. And I mean all 32 volumes! From there, I went to the Linden East Branch Library. At 10, I was left there for hours on weekends, having direct access to the "Resource Room." It was my information gateway! Anything I wanted to know, I knew how to find the answers! When I was diagnosed with diabetes, I felt like everything I had aspired to become, was no longer attainable and my life was an utter waste. I still wanted to make something of myself, but didn't know what I wanted to do. Whatever it was, simply had to be done FAST! I felt as though a clock had been placed on my life and I had to live it before it was gone. Then, I started thinking it was gone before it had even started. Around 13-years-old, I began an involvement with drugs. I was doing things that I thought would speed my death and give me the life I thought I wanted. At this point, I didn't care about much, but I had a strong interest in cars and racing. I suppose that's the next fastest thing to flying, which I knew the FAA would never clear me to do. At least not professionally. Before diabetes, after my 12th birthday, I was hired in a local bike store as a mechanic. I eventually got into small engine repair, which progressed into auto mechanics when I was in high school. When I was a freshman, I took a test for vocational school. As a sophomore, we were allowed to choose 4 different vocational areas. I chose Auto Mechanics, Auto Tech 1, Auto Tech 2, and Auto Tech 3, whereas others had chosen Auto Mechanics, Welding, Construction Trades, and maybe Culinary, or Auto Body. I was given a placement test, which was the same test administered to graduating seniors. As a freshman, not having ever taken an auto course, I scored higher than any of their seniors had in many previous years. They instantly accepted me with open arms, into their Automotive Technology program as an incoming sophomore. Something that was exclusively reserved for juniors. I was beyond honored and they were grateful to have me! I still knew education was important, but drugs and my own skewed thought processes had corrupted me a bit. Fortunately, I was able to get clean before I was 15, and excelled in my career. I went on to represent my school in a state-wide competition. At first I allegedly didn't place, but a week or so later, my instructor got a call saying I had been tied for 2nd and they were holding a special awards ceremony for the official winners. I was always told it was a political thing, but I was happy to know I did as well as I had. It was one of the greatest honors of my life to that point. By March of my junior year, I had my license and started driving. I was heavy into NHRA drag racing, and I basically lived my life a quarter-mile at a time. My speeds were idle and wide open throttle! You lift, you lose! Drive it 'til the wheels fall off and keep pushin' til she quits! And I did! From 17-23 were probably the BEST. YEARS. OF. MY. LIFE! I was on top of my scene. By 18 I was Master ASE certified and had gone to college on a scholarship. I withdrew passing to come back to NJ and make money in my career, after testing out of several courses without taking them. I felt it was a waste and I could do better without it. Any additional training I would need, was provided by my employer! While I worked as a tech in garages, then GM dealerships, I grew stronger into racing. My friends in my racing circuit became my family. There was a camaraderie like you'd never believe. We were street racers mostly, so we lived our lives on a dangerous edge. Many friends and acquaintances are no longer with us due to mishaps on the road. Others got involved in other parts of the street life and were never able to recover. However, we all had our backs. We policed ourselves and followed our own moral codes. We had a respect that's almost impossible for me to find today. Granted, times were a bit different. But, I still talk to some of my old group here and there. They're still doing the same things. I look back and I miss it so much, but my situation has changed and I've learned to accept it. I would just like to find that solidarity again. We used to have each others backs no matter what! It didn't matter the time of day or what needed to be done, we showed up by carloads and didn't leave until it was done! We loved what we did and did it as much as we could. Today, I no longer hang out with my car crew. I'm involved in politics and trying to effect positive change in my community. I seek to unite people and aspire to reach a level of greater good for everyone around me. And it's one of the most difficult feats I've ever undertaken. But, if you haven't already been able to tell, I LOVE a challenge and I DO NOT QUIT!  I just wish I could figure out what it takes to unite people the way I'm used to people being united. Then, I have to sit back and think that The Revolutionary War was won by 3% of the population fighting! I propose nothing half as drastic as that, but revolutionary by all means! Whether you support me or not remains entirely on you. Just know that I'm doing what I do, for you too! I don't have all the answers. Nor do I ever claim to. I simply have an open mind and the willingness to hear all sides out, then use logic to come to sensible resolutions in a mature fashion. I only encourage others to join me in my latest endeavor. #MEGA Make Elizabeth Great Again Click here to return to my Home Page Visit My Blog Click Here to Support My Efforts Click to Post