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return-to-ravenbrooks · 19 days

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Return to Ravenbrooks:

Biography

Entry 3

Name: Maritza Esposito

Date of Birth: 1997

Gender: F

Current Address: 910 Friendly Court

Height: 5'5

Hair color: Black

Eye color: Green

Key features: Shaved head, prosthetic leg, custom-made bat

Role: Defender

Abilities: Boxing, strength, speed

Occupation: [REDACTED]

Status: Fair

Biography:

If I had a nickel for every time a little argument or scuffle emerged between Nicky and anyone else in the newly formed "Ravenbrooks Investigation Club" I could get one of those nice professional metal bats. Maybe then I could practice my swinging instead of just sitting back and kicking my legs on the arm of Trinity's couch while they scuffed.

Usually, it was nothing. Stress boiled into anger and frustration. Usually, some yelling and gritted teeth and nothing more.

But today wasn't a nothing more day. Today things began to get heated again. Trinity brought up going into the old house again. The stress of investigating must've been getting to her like it's getting to all of us because she shoves him, hard. His head hit the wall hard enough that the thud made us wince. I jerked upwards out of my seat. If it'd been a few months ago I wouldn't have. Nicky had a hard time forming a proper fist, let alone throwing a punch. He was a flighter, not a fighter. But now? I don't know if that strength had the real temper behind it to do anything, but if somehow someway this did get violent?

I didn't have to take a full step before something distracted all of us.

Knocking.

The lot of us exchanged glances. Trinity's parents wouldn't have knocked on their own front door, and they, like most of the parents in Ravenbrooks were away at parent-teacher night.

I leaned toward the living room window, peeking out at the front step. I have to close the curtain and open them again, then again. Like somehow that'll make the familiar face change into someone else.

"...Who is it?" Trinity asks finally.

"A boy and-" I stop, having to think my words out carefully, "...The Carrion's kid..." I mumbled. The words are meaningless to her ears, but I can feel Enzo's eyes widen.

Ivan was the one who opened the door at last, and without a word, the two boys rushed in. They looked awful. An all too familiar level of awful. The taller boy, whose head was decorated with strawberry-blonde hair tangled with sticks and leaves, and what I slowly realize is blood. It's smeared across his face and around tear-stained eyes. His name is Damien, I think, but out of the two of them, it's the boy he's gripping tightly I'm focused on.

He looks different without the thick black eyeshadow and old all-black clothes. Instead, the boy's face is covered in bruises, scratches, and blood. His left eye is swollen shut and there's blood dripping from his mouth. He's dressed in shredded brown shorts and a hoodie much too big for his frame. I can only assume it was Damien's.

No one wanted to take the time to explain the Carrion family to Trinity. It felt dumb and unnecessary. What good was 'Hey did you know there's ANOTHER weirdo family in Ravenbrooks?' What help was it to talk about Lucy Yi's funeral, and the boy from the rich old family who stood up in front of a crowd of sobbing adults and talked about how graceful her corpse looked?

Dad interviewed his parents after it happened, or tried to at least. Apparently, they slammed the door in his face, violently. Stopped showing their faces in public. "I'd be a shut-in two if my creepy son ruined my family name" he muttered angrily after the fact. Hard cut-offs from rich snobs were an annoying barricade to reporters everywhere.

There's such a long period of silence. Empty cold silence and Trinity got out a first aid kit. Enzo cleared his throat finally, but didn't speak.

"...What happened to you, Zach?" I looked up from my spot on the couch. I was surprised to see Nicky speaking, his arms crossed anxiously over his chest. There was almost an heir of demand in his question. Like he of all people was owed an answer. I fought the urge to scoff.

"We... I-" Zach's lip trembled, showing off how busted it up was. If it weren't for the nature of the town, I would've thought he was mugged. His trembles turned into violent sobs again. Damien, who was seemingly deep in thought until now, was snapped into reality by this.

"...Can we trust you guys not to tell anyone?" Damien asked. We all exchanged glances suspiciously, and worriedly, then nodded. He took a long breath. "We were having a sleepover at my house." He said quietly, chewing his lip like he was preparing his words. "I- I don't know if my parents put something in our food or what, but for some reason, we were feeling really tired before the sun had even set, so we went to bed. By some miracle I woke up maybe an hour later and- he was gone... so was my parent's car."

He sat there for a minute like that was enough explanation for their busted-up state.

"...and then?" I prodded. His eyes snapped to me, blinking and chewing his lips in the unsure thinking way again.

"Oh- uh... right. Well-... listen. You- you guys really can't tell anyone about this. Please." He pled.

"We won't," Trinity promised again, this time aloud. She ripped the end of the bandage on his arm, tying it off.

"Well- I'd been getting suspicious of my parents, they always get weird and clingy when Zach visits, and other times they'll disappear for the whole night- so- so I put a tracker on their car." He inhaled after the reveal. Silence again. "...and- I followed the car to the old weather station."

Even breathing seemed to stop in silence as he described the scene to us, the weird tunnel, and the people in robes, two of whom he said he recognized as his parents. Who else could've brought Zach there?

"...what were they doing?" Trinity asked nervously.

"I don't know for sure, something about attempting to 'repeat the steps'. All I know is the group went from quiet and mysterious to- really violent." Zach began to sob again.

"A pit..." he whispered between large tears that matched his wide blue-grey eyes. "Th-they wanted to push me into a pit..."

"I grabbed whatever I could get my hands on around me, I think it was a metal rod from some piece of old machinery. I swung it at their heads. Then there was this- flash of blinding light and- I don't remember much of what happened next..." he admitted. "All I remember is that as soon as I could reach him I grabbed Zach's hand and ran through the forest. We didn't stop to breathe until we saw your house." He looked at Trinity. "You guys are the ones investigating 'whatever evil crap this town is built on' after all, aren't you?" Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Nicky's shoulders raise awkwardly as he rubbed his arm.

The last time I checked, helping the hippy kid whose parents are, apparently, attempted child murderers and the creepy boy whose dad gives money to crows wasn't in the club's mission statement. But there was this spark in Trinity's eyes. It reminded me of the spark she'd gotten months ago, standing infront of Peterson's house in the middle of the night.

"it's us, or it's nobody."

#return to ravenbrooks #hello neighbor return to ravenbrooks #rtrb #hello neighbor au #hello neighbor #drawing #artwork #maritza esposito #artists on tumblr #digital illustration #hello neighbor story

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violetganache42 · 3 months

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Highlights from tonight's movie night celebrating some of the different teams Donald has been a part of in categorized and chronological order (I honestly like this format. I might stick with it):

"Boat Builders":

Good news: The short has subtitles! Bad news: They're not in English, so you still can't understand what the fuck Donald is saying.

Donald: "Yeah, even a child can do it!" Godfrey: "Even Della could do it!"

justaboot: "god's third choice after the 3 stooges"

Max's mother has been found

"The First Adventure!":

Bradford Hate Club

Ludwig appearance!

puffywuffy8904: "he's serving whatever the opposite of cunt is" WriteBackAtYa: "So di—"

(I love this screenshot. 😂)

The reference to Della's letter

WriteBackAtYa and I being on the same wavelength

Eat the rich uncle (Sorry, Scrooge, but I had to. XD)

"You can't mute me, old man!"

RIP Donald's guitar

The Temple of Doom parallel!

PAPYRUS

"Treasure of the Golden Suns" easter egg!

"fragile old body"

POGO CANE

Black Heron doing the smug anime girl laugh (You know what I'm talking about.)

"I'm the chosen one!" Pure Deweycore

"So long, suckers!"

Just Black Heron in general (She's a fun villain. lol)

DONALD KILL

Us ranting about Bradford using the Papyrus of Binding to escape like the COWARD THAT HE IS! WHY WE OUGHTA— COME BACK HERE, YOU LITTLE—

If I had a nickel for every time Black Heron lost her robot arm, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

Me: "BEAKLEY YOU FOOL" Godfrey: "YOU FUCKING FOOOOOOOOL"

"The House of the Lucky Gander!":

Louie "I do hate hot dogs" Duck noticing the neon lights shaped like a hot dog

"We're all gonna die! I'VE WASTED MY LIFE!"

Launchpad deserves his own episode dedicating to his love life

Gladstone Hate Club

Scrooge looking at the camera like he's on The Office

puffywuffy8904: "gladstone you have a haircut shut up"

Huey autism moment

Just how bored and tired Dewey, Webby, and Scrooge were after seeing Aquarioon

Dewey and the jade tigers

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

27!

Webby's love for chocolate fountains

"And a distraction."

Scrooge: "I don't even get to be part of the blasted challenge?" Huey:

Real-Life-Pine-Tree: "Roasted duck anyone?" Me: "'Danny: I'll have the duck.'"

Louie's motivational speech

"Where did that come from?"

Us @ Liu Hai: RIP bozo (at least until DuckTales World Showcase Adventure)

The underwhelming Golden Cricket and how fucking bored and exhausted the family was

"Mt. Fuji Whiz":

LotTC basically being DuckTales on crack

Me: "Hell is a city. Where have I seen that before? 🤔" Godfrey: "Hazbin Hote—[gunshot]"

My idea of Clinton and Webby bonding over Clan McDuck history

Missy thirsting for Panchito

The return of the Ari the Autism Bird!

Xandra and the nieces in general (They're some of the best characters in the show. ^^)

*The Three Caballeros are stuck in the Underworld* AMJ: "We have a very simple solution." DT17!Huey: "This doesn't feel simple."

Jack Skellington moon

Donald saying the Karen phrase

Xandra and Charon clothes swap

Panchito being "that" guy

The Sheldgoose family tree taking notes from Goofy's family tree regarding the relatives' designs

IN THE PLUMS!

Clinton hugging Donald 💖

Tokyo? LIKE IN DUCKTALES!

"Potatoland":

Dreamy: "SEE HE HAS 27 FINGERS" Me: "27!"

POTATOLAND! POTATOLAND!

"Mickey, I am fed up with your bullshit devil magic."

Praising Mickey's characterization in the Paul Rudish shorts

Donald's blush

No more Idaho

Just the whole short in general. It's the best. XD

"Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers":

Black Arts Beagle's Musketeer cousins

puffywuffy8904: "they wanna be Scrooge soooo bad"

Donald being, and I quote Jamie, "a punk bitch" in this movie

The return of Pete Hate Club

"Whoa, he's bisexual, I didn't know that!"/"By the way, I'm bisexual! I forgot, I- forgot to announce it! How do you turn this shit off- wait-"

The entire opera gag

youtube

Clarabelle appearance!

Dreamy pointing out the parallels how Pete is to Minnie what Bradford is to Scrooge

In the Hall of the Mountain King

"Why did the music stop?"

"Together, we'll save the princess or die trying!"/"…Die? …Die?"

melcat33: "Minnie discovers she's into bdsm"

WriteBackAtYa and I quoting Philip CD-i Legend of Zelda

The turtle trying to be the rooster from Robin Hood at one point

"That little diddy's starting to grow on me."

Pete referencing The Lion King

Donald FINALLY unleashing his iconic temper

melcat33: "Goofy finally being Dad Material" WriteBackAtYa: "But he was daddy material"

(Look what you made me do! /lh)

Pirates of Penzance

"Not long… maybe… 40 years?"

The movie ending with the fucking Can-Can

Learning about how Tokyo Disneyland had Mickey, Donald, and Goofy as the Three Musketeers and they all looked AMAZING (Why does Japan get all the cool shit?!)

#my post #duckblr movie night #dt cafeteria table #duckblr #boat builders #ducktales #ducktales 2017 #ducktales reboot #ducktales season 1 #the house of the lucky gander!#ducktales season 3 #the first adventure!#legend of the three caballeros #mt. fuji whiz #mickey donald goofy: the three musketeers #Youtube

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lesbianspeedy · 5 months

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What else was Mia in? I know they butchered her on Arrow (like twice technically I think?) But for the life of me I have no idea was the other two are. Was she in Smallville? Did she get to show up in birds of prey (the show)? So curious because I can only think of two times Ollie was even live action adapted

as you guessed it was indeed smallville! (and the other two times were absolutely arrow yes)

she was in a whopping two episodes, was ollie's only sidekick, and is somehow still a more faithful adaptation that either of arrow's ones (that might be a bit of an overstatement. im just bitter)

she had a similar, though not as explicitly explained, background as comic mia (though how in depth can you get in two episodes of a show centered around superman), she was also in an underground fight club. which. i mean. if i had a nickel for every time a mia dearden adaptation was part of an underground fight club etc etc.

anyways heres my favourite clip ever of her. queen. also instead of being called speedy cause she talks fast, its because she fucking speeds when driving oliver's sports car. which is fucking hilarious

all this being said now i really wish she was in the bop show bc that wouldve been so out of no where and therefore so on brand for that show

also you're technically right about ollie only having two, but at the same time its three in my heart. bc of the one blink and you'll miss it picture cameo in stargirl. look at his stupid face

dinah overwhelmingly has the most adaptations of the family, though half of them are from arrow alone, with a whopping nine so far.

#arrowfam #mia dearden

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fallout-lou-begas · 2 years

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so i’ve been on a nostalgia kick and re-reading J. Michael Straczynski‘s early 2000s run of The Amazing Spider-Man because my library had the trades collected when i was a kid, and it’s definitely just pretty bad* with only a little bit of good**, but eventually i got to a sudden art style shift and i howled laughing because i instantly realized that i had gotten to “Sins Past,” the infamous story arc where Straczynski retroactively made it fact that Gwen Stacy, who had been dead in the ground for decades, cucked Peter Parker with Norman Osborn, the Green Goblin who literally killed her. it’s one of the most unhinged, amazingly disgusting stories ever shoved into the sprawling canon of comic books and not retconned for like 20 years

because it’s not just enough actually that he made it so that before she died, Gwen Stacy had merely cheated on Peter Parker with an arch-nemesis who’s old enough to be her father. no. she got PREGNANT. she had TWINS. she had SECRET BABIES in EUROPE that Peter NEVER FOUND OUT ABOUT, and those babies have GOBLIN SERUM in their DNA that AGED THEM INTO ADULTS and now they’re trying to KILL PETER PARKER for REASONS. but it’s not even just THAT.

what truly makes the story arc so terrible, so enduringly infamous, so legendarily bad, was that the issue places an extreme amount of emphasis on the fact that Peter and Gwen never had sex when they were a couple. it’s how Peter knows the kids couldn’t possibly be his own

and so you get this three page series where Peter is realizing that not only did Gwen Stacy cheat on him but she went behind his back and PITY-FUCKED fucking NORMAN OSBORNE to get BRED by the SUPERPOWERED SEED of his GOBLIN COCK and also he is a HORRIFYINGLY OBVIOUS AND UNCANNY TRACED IMAGE OF FAMOUS ACTOR TOMMY LEE JONES

and the funniest possible thing is that the only reason i’ve been reading this is because that aforementioned nostalgia kick was brought about by joining a book club thing with some twitter mutuals where we’re going to read the Superior Spider-Man series about Doctor Octopus switching bodies with Peter Parker, and Peter-as-Otto dying and the victorious Otto-as-Peter becoming Spider-Man himself, but Peter’s soul sort of lingering around and trying to get his body back, and Peter’s soul also screaming in anguish as Otto-as-Peter whacks off to the memory of Peter fucking Mary Jane and Otto-as-Peter goes around basically trying to fuck all his girlfriends. if i had a nickel for every time Peter Parker howled in agony because he was getting cucked by one of his arch-enemies i would have two nickels. which isn’t a lot but it’s weird that it happened twice.

*poor pacing, groan-worthy dialogue, hideous inks and colors, Strac retreading too many older and better stories including retreading the Master Planner triumph thing twice in the span of like ten issues, Strac’s mind-numbing 2000s liberal politics showing in issues about 9/11 and school shootings and vulnerable inner-city youth and doctor doom going to a climate conference to demand international co-operation against america’s disproportionately voluminous and impactful emissions but he’s an evil dictator so it’s Bad that he’s doing this and then somebody tries to assassinate him for being an evil dictator but spidey and captain america save him because even evil dictators should be protected by the Rule Of Law, etc, i could literally just go on

**I was going to say Ezekiel but that whole storyline anti-climaxes hard so it literally is just Morlun, who’s a dracula that feeds on animal-themed superpowered people. oh and the fact that peter parker is working as a science teacher at his old high school is PHENOMENAL conceptually but i just wish it wasn’t trapped in this otherwise pretty dogshit run

#louposting #marvel #spider-man

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cuban-feminist-that-gives-a-hoot · 3 months

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Persona 3 Reload *SPOILERS*

So, I've let this sit for two weeks now and I think it's time for me to finally dish my thoughts. There will be spoilers for those that either haven't finished Reload or those who haven't played any version of Persona 3 at all. If you haven't done either one, I highly recommend you stop reading and go finish it *now*. This is your only warning at this point.

Have you finished it? OK, good. Let's get started.

Persona 3 Reload is a really, really good game. It makes what was once old new again and playing through P3R gave me the same strong feelings I had back when I first played Persona 3 FES. It was like meeting an old friend again after they got themselves both a makeover and nearly 20 years passed between the last time you saw them in person.

Let me get my nitpicky stuff out of the way before I heap the praise it deserves.

I straight-up did not like them taking away school club choice from us. How dare they?! I wanted to do Kendo and Photography like I did in FES, yet I was stuck with Track and Art? If I had to be stuck with a culture club, music should've been the canon club of choice. Our protagonist literally wears headphones all the time! You can't show me the music room at least thrice and tease me with us seeing it, yet not joining the club.

I hate the name change for Operation Babe Hunt. What's wrong with calling it Operation Babe Hunt? The name was fine! It was the creepy behavior of the boys and the transmisogyny that was the problem in it in the original, not the name!

The AI programming is shit. Look, a majority of folks bitching about not being able to control the characters in the original game and FES are being whiny babies that don't know how to use the tactics menu. It's a nitpick because I know that the game has decidedly gone for direct control, but honestly? I would've loved the sophisticated AI that Persona 3 and 3 FES used to be utilized.

Folks bitching about the High-Cut Bikini honestly just need to calm the fuck down. You don't have to use it if you don't want to. Whatever happened to the "Don't like? Don't use!" mindset? You're not being forced by evoker-point to use it.

The music is a downgrade. Lotus Juice is fine as always, but the new singer had a tough job to take over for Yumi Kawamura and fucking failed. The new songs that Yumi never sang are fine, but the new versions of the original songs? Oof. It is bad. Mass Destruction was whack and the less said about her version of Kimi no Kioku, the better.

So, yeah, those are my main nitpicks. Now onto the praise.

The voice acting is top-tier. And I need to put it in a second post because it would be too long. Just know that the English dub is fantastic and no one misses in it at all.

The extra scenes and hangouts we get with the boys are perfect. It fleshes out the guys in ways I wouldn't have expected. For example, I never knew Akihiko was adopted and has parents until Reload put that in there. Do you want to know where that information was originally known? In an artbook and a drama CD! Thank you, Reload, for giving us this vital information I never knew about.

The animation where there's a fusion accident is the funniest fucking thing they've added to the game. I love it, it's hilarious.

They made Shinjiro's death even sadder than the original. For those who have not played the original/FES, Shinjiro has enough strength to walk off before dropping dead under a streetlight. It was a more surreal, trippy moment for his death than anything else because of the art direction in the original/FES. In Reload? They went with what was shown in the movies, with Shinjiro dying in Akihiko's arms. If I had a nickel for every time the edgier of the two men in the ship die in the other's arms, it'd be two nickels. It's not a lot, but it's weird that it's happened twice now. Not to mention the link episodes with Shinjiro are killer. You actually get to see how Shinjiro would look in his school uniform and, fuck, seeing baby Shinjiro, Mitsuru, and Akihiko together is just... it breaks the heart. And that conversation with Mitsuru the day after when you go in Shinjiro's room? Fucking ow! Way to break my heart, Shinjiro.

I'm glad that you *can* save Chidori's life. My Junpei/Chidori heart is so happy about that. And Junpei's second theurgy? Heartbreakingly beautiful, whether Chidori lives or dies.

I am so glad the game allows us to ask why Takaya doesn't wear a shirt. Strega's motivations have always been clear to me from day one. But Takaya, why the fuck do you not wear a shirt?

But yeah, those are my thoughts. It's a good remake. If you're not certain it's for you, try it out on GamePass. Otherwise? Buy it, you won't regret it.

#persona 3 reload #persona 3 #spoiler alert #please do not read if you are avoiding spoilers because I spoil a lot

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 2 years

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hello everyone I once again find myself with too much free time and not enough self preservation

and you know what that means

Gotham 3x17

told myself I wouldn't start drinking until the despair set in but it started setting in before the recap ended

Barbara's really dangling this court of owls shit in front of riddleboy like a dog owner waving a peanut butter treat in front of a particularly noxious labradoodle

placing my bets on a Deuce Wayne heroic sacrifice right now. nobody in fiction gets nosebleeds if they're not getting ready to die dramatically

this cunt is so obsessed with his brand I hate him. there was one (1) fun riddler episode and it's never happening again. he got an ugly haircut and got cocky. get a proper fade dipshit. this is some Grant O'Brien getting a haircut inmediately before his headshots energy.

I hope Lee gets Jim sent back to prison tbh get him girlboss. rip out his throat.

actually crazy that Lucius isn't in this episode. have to assume he requested indefinite paid leave after getting sexually harassed by the Riddler last time.

Cory Michael Smith is trying so hard I'm in pain. he acts with his teeth when Ed gets spicy it's insane to watch.

if I had a nickel for every time a Selina Kyle got thrown out of a window to keep her from revealing someone's secret only to get resurrected by cats, etc

relating to Jim for the first time in my life by also yearning for Ed's original characterization.

GOD THE TALON MASKS ARE SO UGLY I HATE IT HERE

it's so funny how literally every act in every nightclub in Gotham sucks no matter how good the club is supposed to be

cannot properly emphasize the degree to which the court of owls masks look like they were stolen from a spirit halloween by an intern during the november first shoplifting blitz

#gotham time

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ofpineapplesanddawns · 1 year

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What if Peter introduced Lucian to the human luxury that is stickers

(Any AU!)

If I had a nickel for every time I did a thing with Peter and stickers, I'd have two nickels. That's not a lot, but it's amazing that it's happened twice, haha.

This is for the urban explorer au, even if nothing is mentioned for it. I just thought it was the most fitting au since Peter spends a lot of time around technology in it.

On with the fic!

"What on Earth are you doing now, Peter?"

Peter looked up from where he was struggling with peeling the back off of a new sticker he had ordered for his laptop, one he seemed to have ordered while drunk or something. "Sticker." He said simply.

"I'm sorry?"

"It's a sticker, Lucian." Peter held it up, wiggling the sticker around a bit before holding it out to Lucian. "I'm gonna put it on my laptop with some of the other cool ones I've got."

Lucian took it, looking it over. "It's a wolf."

"Yep."

"A wolf hollowing at a full moon. And it's... reflective."

"Yep. Which makes it awesome, gimme." Lucian handed it over and Peter went back to struggling with removing the back. "Got a couple of other awesome ones on my laptop, you can look at 'em if you want."

He looked out of the corner of his eye as Lucian turned Peter's laptop around to look at the back of it. It was covered in more stickers, some from his show, one from a club he liked going to that gave him good discounts since he sponsored them. There were some monster ones on there, mostly old school looking ones, like from old movie posters. And some fruit stickers, but he stuck those to every surface he was close to.

"I don't understand." Lucian frowned. "What is the point, is it to mark it as yours?"

"Kinda, mostly it's because they're awesome. What, do lycans not do that? Above that shit?"

The other man scoffed. "No, not really, I just... I mean, I've seen them, just didn't know what they really were for. Usually just see them slapped on walls and lamp posts, we had no need for these."

Peter paused. "Ah. Yeah, I mean... yeah, makes sense. Can you help me with these? My nails suck balls, can't seem to peel the back off."

Lucian took the sticker back, removed the backing, and tried to hold it out, frowning as he saw that it was sticking to his finger. Peter snorted, taking it back, then slapped it on the back of his laptop, covering over some of the other stickers on there, but that's alright. "There we go!"

"I still don't understand what the appeal is for."

"It just makes it cool and more personalized."

"I thought your background being a picture of yourself made your laptop more personal."

"I mean, it kinda- oh, shut the fuck, Lucian."

The wolf sticker is real, it's on the laptop I'm typing on right now, next to a cool sticker I have of Bigfoot. It is very reflective and makes rainbows appear when the sun hits it right.

The fruit sticker thing is what my sister does, and it drives me crazy.

#lucian x peter vincent #john's drabbles

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queerofdenial · 2 years

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tagged by @sapphicscholar (ty bestie!!)

favorite color: like a mustardy orange yellow

currently reading: last night at the telegraph club when i remember to, mostly catching up on the flemson ao3 tag rn tbqh

last song: spotify says it was you should be dancing but i'm pretty sure it was pink pony club by chappell roan

last series: just finished a very hefty line of duty binge (finally crossed that off my list after a year, thank you @trying-to-get-somewhere-real for the push and putting up with my feral live texting) but i'm currently trying to get thru the sandman, and my background noise has been the netflix docuseries how to build a sex room, which is in fact if marie kondo did bobby berk's job for couples but making sex dungeons and also was an old british lady. they just redesigned a polyfam's 7 person sex room. it was marvelous.

last movie: i just saw tahara last night! 2020 film fest pick about jewish queer teens at a funeral starring rachel sennott in desperate need of deep conditioner and somehow this movie is not Shiva Baby (*insert 'if i had a nickel' joke here), but still was excellent despite the aspect ratio

currently working on: fandom-wise, not losing my shit every time jessica sutton posts some unhinged bait on twitter, and updating my reperatorie of basic ship playlist songs so it's not just 2000's pop ballads (if anyone has any OOTB ship songs drop 'em in the comments). personally, trying to get my landlord to meet w me so i can reapply for my new lease and buy new bedroom furniture before I leave town next week. professionally, prepping data for like, half a dozen congressional and gub campaigns that are running in the next week or two.

tag 9 people: nine is a lot and i can't be bothered to see if you already did this so here are some folks i've been seein in my notifs recently, @softdeb @hackshbo, @houseuponthehills, @stardustcityhag, @naturaliseme, @negativeoedipus, @fallingforfandoms, @hummingbirdswords, @lush-retina

#riss speaks #tag asks

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manwalksintobar · 1 year

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Clip-On Tie: The Diary of a New York Art Museum Security Guard // David Berman

Relentlessly the minutes, some of them golden, touched. —John Ashbery

I had a real problem with time during my first few weeks of guarding. I sought a way to compress it, to make the six hour shift go faster. I tried meditation but I’ve never been quite sure if I’m doing it right. It always feels like I’m just being quiet.

Now I try not to do any waiting while on post. I use the time to build the useless or impossible things that populate the only intellectual frontier that interests me anymore. Today I started working on an opera about the Ohio state legislature, to be sung in German. After six hours on post it’s starting to come together.

Where the guards lean against the walls, the blue polyester jackets leave stains. Every few months the curators notice these blurry marks and for a few days we are warned not to lean. The older guards get together and moan about their feet. “In Philadelphia,” one always says, “the guards sit in chairs.”

I’m surprised at how many of the museum’s visitors are upset by the distortion of the human form in modern art. Is it the violence? It’s classical structure that always gives me the creeps. The blank eyes, whether stone or metal, always look murdered.

Mr. Demario is the most romantic of the guards. In the middle of a discussion about hat sizes he turns to me and says “I have a very big head … it’s so full of dreams.”

“I want to write unfinished christmas plays” because everyone’s present happiness depends on their image and predictions of the future. “I want to write obscure Danish plays” because everyone’s present happiness depends on the idea that there is a lot out there that we haven’t seen yet.

All the guards know the lady with Tourette’s syndrome. She comes to every new show and, despite her shaking and strange cussing, never gets near the painting or causes any trouble. Its the other museumgoers that look over at us as if to say “why don’t you do something?” when she stands before the priceless Pollock, grunting “nigger … nigger … nigger.”

I painted the back of a nickel and quietly placed it of the gallery’s stone floor. A blue sky and clouds over Monticello. An hour has gone by without anyone noticing it. Finally a little girl picks it up and puts it in her pocket.

I asked Ondre, a Mormon guard, if he looks forward to the Judgement Day. He said, “sometimes, when the city and the job get to be too much. That’s when I say, ‘I don’t care if the Lord comes today,’ even if I’m not ready.”

Over the course of a play, the audience fades and fades until the moment of applause when they take the room back, feeling their presence and power. “We have not been erased.” Clap, clap, clap.

Octavio Torres is the oldest guard of all. He is in his seventies and his body is completely rigid from arthritis. An ex-boxer with a thick Puerto Rican accent, he is barely five feet tall. On his days off he watches Popeye in his South Bronx Apartment. “I like him. He takes punishment. He remind me of Jake LaMotta.”

Torres loves to joke around. In the locker room after work he tells everyone that Mohammed lived in a tree and ate bananas back home in Africa. Mohammed laughs and calls Torres “little Spanish faggot.” Everyone is so happy, so glad to be going home or out into the city. Torres and I look at each other, smiling, and he says “we are men. we must joke.”

A portrait is a painting with something wrong with the mouth. —John Singer Sargent

I was operating the elevator when the repairman came aboard. After a lot of small talk he let me in on an industry secret: the “door close” button is not wired to anything. “It’s just a pacifier,” he said.

On a normal day I think in questions: “Should I quit my job? Why can’t I relate to people? Where am I going?” I can never answer them conclusively and only wear myself out. When I’m high in the back of a club listening to Son Seals play I only think in answers: “I’ll move to El Paso this fall. These solos are wandering into every unused space. My girlfriend is pretty good looking after all. I should see about buying a mausoleum.”

A municipal concession to human psychology: The insides of buses are lit at night because people will not sit in dark rooms with strangers.

I bought some greeting cards in a Nungessers junk shop last night. They’re not much more than twenty years old but the sentiments are already foreign. Fluff from other eras always turns my stomach. What if no one feels these feelings anymore. Do they go down in history like famous clothes?

I wonder if Jackson Pollock unconsciously designed so many of these canvases to have the same dimensions as U.S. paper currency, accidentally imbuing them with some concrete power.

Working at the museum is changing the way I look at everyday objects. Eating at an Italian restaurant, I look at the red and white gridded tablecloth and wonder that all the dishes have their owned unnamed coordinates.

All the guards are freaks. That is a fact. Wouldn’t standing alone in a corner six hours a day over many years change you?

After work I head back home to Brooklyn, where the nights smell like burnt hair. I see a mother yelling at her kid for working the candy machine wrong. She takes all the fun out of candy.

Susan’s blind date was a real mess. At the end of the night he walked her home. She was locked out of her own apartment. Frustrated, she asked him to break the door in. He grunted and bucked against it until she was completely repulsed. The sight of him brutally breaking into her apartment frightened her. She screamed for him to get out.

I overhear two tourists walking by my post in the museum: “The Orientals have to invade Paris by 1998.”

Barnet Newman on an Arizona road painting crew. Richard Serra paperweights for sale in the museum gift shop. Did the first impressionists have glaucoma?

Older lady and friend in museum today: “This is my first chinese companion. I am going through a nervous period right now. Thank you … This is my chinese companion.”

I walked into the locker room and catch Tony Pasciucco cleaning earwax off his hearing aid, “Christmas carolers shot dead in Brooklyn last night.”

“What’s that?”

III

I guess you’re a bore, but in that you’re not charmless, because a bore is a straight line that finds a wealth in division. —Lou Reed

An autograph hound: “I get them and lose them or throw them away. I only enjoy the asking. Or I concentrate on one star and get hundreds from him.”

The tired Indian counterman at the coffeeshop saddens me like the Bhopal accident never could. It’s the nearness, of course. As I’m leaving I call out to the manager, “you have shit coffee. Fuck you.”

A woman walks onto the gallery floor. All the guards look over. She appears to be a star, a celebrity of some sort. Finally the word comes around: she’s just rich.

New York is never more beautiful than it is right after work.

Waiting for the subway, I noticed a bit of neatly written graffiti on a movie poster. “Keep a clear head” printed on Rocky’s forehead. Free advice to the city. I’m positive that it’s the same hand that wrote “concentrate” above that urinal in Hoboken.

Burgoyne Diller’s paintings reflect nicely on the glossy floors. These reflections should be the actual works, the paintings could function as the projection devices.

I wonder if Donald Judd got his idea for the wall boxes from the rows of air conditioning units jutting out of apartment building windows.

The Queen of Sweden came into the museum with her entourage today. Across the gallery Mr. Demario’s elaborate hand gestures told me that a “knockout” was at large. She stood in front of the Jeff Koons sculpture as the guide intoned “these two vacuum cleaners, which are hermaphrodites …”

One of the worst things about guarding is having to stand next to tourists that have doused themselves in perfume. Shouldn’t they be subject to ticketing by the police? How is this different from walking around with a loud radio on your shoulder, or reaching out and touching a stranger’s face?

The sense of humor of other ages has always seemed bad.

I kill time on post by studying coins. The detail on the back of the penny is incredible (you can see tourists walking up the memorial steps, and the statue through the columns) but it’s a shame that Lincoln has to be on the front. Why not Franklin Pierce of New Hampshire?

Mohammed has threatened to use African magic to get our supervisor fired. I spend all day encouraging him to go ahead with his plan.

“If I have sex with Kelly while she’s under the impression that I’m rich, it will certainly teach her a lesson, but am I right in teaching it?”

The ceilings of the museum are packed with asbestos that occasionally drops to the gallery floor in small clumps. Museum policy states that the entire building must be shut down and the workers be sent home with pay when this happens. The fact that the asbestos had been regularly falling next to Eric’s guard post has the administration suspicious. Rumor has it that he brings samples to work in a jar.

In the 1940s men often traced the shape of a curvy woman in the air with their hands. Women were known to throw their drinks into men’s faces when angry.

I stepped outside the museum on my lunch break and smelled burning leaves. “Ah fall,” I thought for a second, and then realized my mistake: a building was burning down the block. I wonder how long the mind can be suspended between these two answers, the wrong cause and the right cause, because I like hanging in that split second.

I was surprised to find out that Wittgenstein was gay.

Move a fin and the world turns

—Throbbing Gristle

There is a beggar across the street from the museum. Every time he is given change he looks away and says “thank you, God” just above a whisper. People walk away slightly hurt and angry. Steve hates him.

When I was six, I saw my father nonchalantly rip a dollar bill in half. I could not believe my eyes.

Three people walked into the museum restaurant today. All three wore white turbans. At first I thought they had head wounds, then realized they were members of an eastern religion that I could not quite place. They stood and gazed over the salad bar, considering their strict dietary laws.

Lou giving advice on how to dress: “Now you go get yourself a pair of black shoes and a pair of brown shoes … ”

Kenneth Noland and Brice Marden’s color field paintings are intended to be non-referential but they cause me to imagine strange high school football team uniforms anyway.

Sometimes, out of the blue, I’ll speak in a rigid monotone: “Hello Joan” that really unnerves Joan, whoever the hell she is.

Waiting for a friend at the 33rd street subway station, we look at the map, covered in stops. Steve looks at me angrily and says “what makes you think she’ll be here and not here, or here, or at any of these?”

Two men on TV point guns at each other: “Drop it.” “No, you drop it.” “No, you drop it.” I’m interested in how the director will resolve this loop.

His paintings were like speculations on the future published in the full knowledge that they would one day become obsolete collector’s items.

Mr. Demario has a real talent for writing jokes about great opening lines: “I was at this parade in India … ” or “I was at a roller rink when it began to storm and I missed the last bus home … ” When he finishes he laughs nervously, his lips rolling back like carpets to reveal how wrecked his teeth are.

When looking at Donald Judd’s sculpture, it helps to keep in mind that the polio virus is a perfectly symmetrical twenty-sided solid.

The restaurant next to the museum stopped putting toothpicks out for the customers. One month later they closed down. I had warned them to put the toothpicks back out.

I spend a lot of my day in front of Rockwell Kent’s “The Trapper.” The painting always engages me because I’m torn on whether it depicts a sunrise or a sunset. They seem equally possible and there are no clues in the shape of the snowbanks or in the position of the sun to let me know. The docent tries to convince me that it doesn’t matter, that there can be two paintings. But that kind of lazy permissiveness obscures the third “true” painting.

Lawren shows me her distorted “wanted poster” woodcuts. “But you could never catch anybody with these things.” “That’s the point,” she says. “Your point is that people shouldn’t get caught?”

These pictures were titled “Jackson’s Body” or “Jackson’s Head” but never “Jackson.”

Mr. Demario is having more problems. His wife, a nun who left the convent at age 34 to marry him, has developed a spastic colon. He has invited me out to dinner so that we can discuss his problems in greater detail than we can on the gallery floors. He knows a place where they make a great “sweet and pungent pork.”

With Frederic Church’s paintings, looking one hundred miles into the distance, over mountain ranges and beyond, it’s always difficult to remember that the paint is only a millimeter thick.

Why did jazz turn up its nose at the tuba?

Last night at the Biennial opening, I overheard Frank Stella whispering some wisecracks about the new Rauschenberg piece to his wife. She gently punched him in the ribs as if to say “behave!” and they walked on. After seeing Rauschenberg through the eyes of a peer, I feel more confident about calling his late work “flimsy.”

If there’s ever a problem, I film it and it’s no longer a problem. It’s a film. —Andy Warhol

It would be a tragedy to spend your whole life desperately wanting to be something that you already were, all along.

On Fridays the guards are given ten minutes to take their paychecks to the bank. The beautiful tellers have become arrogant from handling money all day. If they have time, they flirt with the big accounts.

European tourists move about the museum half-interested, exactly fifty percent interested. Do they ever spill a drink or piss on their shoes?

Sometimes, when a beautiful Italian girl wanders into an empty gallery I fantasize about walking over and kissing her on the neck. When she turned around and saw that I was a guard, I would straighten up and whisper “no kissing allowed.”

The classicist’s theme is the recovery of the subjective mind, the healing of the subjective mind. Well, our courts are clogged with these minds.

The nineteen year old Cusies are the only twins on the guard force. The girls insist that their spooked grandmother tried to murder them twice during their infancy. First, she gave them diet gum in an attempt to dehydrate them. Second, she sent them new blankets in the mail—the blankets had been soaked in insecticide.

Christ’s message twisted: Only love your enemies.

If the fable of “The grasshopper and the ants” was amended so that the world ended before the turn of winter, then the grasshopper would have been wiser and the moral would have vindicated him. In a story, the location of the ending is very deliberate.

I’ve been photographing the imprints that deck chairs leave on the back of people’s legs.

A lady comes into the museum: “I am a woman on TV. You have never had a TV … now get off my show!” It only took a few minutes of this kind of talk to make me feel like the intruder.

“He” was a sensitive reader, almost too delicate to withstand the commands and admonitions of punctuation.

Two drunks outside the Greenpoint subway: “You better leave an hour early to get there on time.” They are lying, they never go anywhere, I thought to myself. For whose benefit would they be acting? Why am I so suspicious?

John Baldessari burned all his pre-1967 paintings. “I think that’s odd behaviour but I would like to get in touch with him anyway, to see about using the ashes as makeup for this play I’m writing about British coal miners.”

After guarding masterpieces for weeks, it feels good to stand in my dentist’s office before this cheap painting of a ship.

If the world was a bit smaller, just three neighborhoods smaller, maybe things would work out. I’ve heard that there’s a scarcity of luxury. In the movie theatres each person has to share an armrest with a stranger.

What Duchamp did with the urinal no longer surprises me, what surprises me is the idea that they had urinals back then.

I am waiting for the bus when I smell something burning. I turn to the man standing next to me and ask if he smells it too. In preparing to speak he lets a cloud of condensed breath out into the freezing air. For a half second my mind plays a trick on me. “Oh no, he’s burning,” I think.

No one gets hungry at the sight of a lush cornfield or a herd of cattle. It’s enough to tell you that we’re full of education, not awareness.

The painter eyes his subject. It’s a single piece of fruit, yellow and shaped like a lightbulb, split open to show the cavity where the pit would normally be, if the pit were not swirling around inside the painter’s mouth.

#poetry #David Berman #New York City #art museum #New York art museum #security guard #John Singer Sargent #Marcel Duchamp #modern art #John Baldessari #Rockwell Kent #Donald Judd #Kenneth Nolan #Brice Marden #color field painting #Jeff Koons #American racism #funny

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before 2022 ends (for me) i'm gonna steal an idea from @thehallstara and do a recap of the stuff i wrote this year, with commentary because i feel like it...and also so it's not like. exactly the same thing lmao

first, go take a look at hir post if you feel so inclined. if you have the time, those twines are all bangers.

list below the cut because this will probably be long when it appears in the tag:

the splorts poetry series as it exists now. the first two sets were from 2021, but i started the series after realizing i was going to post more individual blaseball poems. turns out putting a bunch of poems in one work and waiting for those to be done before you publish them means a lot of stuff just goes unpublished, so i moved toward publishing stuff individually. if you wanna just look at the poems i wrote in 2022, start with lucky number 81 (what if)

the merry exit (un?)memorial dimension traveling club - a fun little exploration of the merry exit from the gamma 1 test circuit and the merry exit from the tutorial game

hold on, you'll live to play again - look i KNOW what's going to be in the second chapter. i just haven't written it yet. every now and then i go "oh no i abandoned the happy story about the kids" and stare wistfully at the pages document hoping the second chapter will just write itself. i will write it eventually. shoutout to the random person who left kudos on the first chapter like 50 years after i wrote it, knowing there's a nonexistent second chapter. anyway. i wrote the first chapter for the first anniversary of longest thursday. it's about the season 20 postseason and the moment we knew everyone (mostly ivy) was going to be safe. it's got more core lore than i expected to write. thank you mechs.

ashes, dust, and other reminders of what once was - for the garages fic exchange, about chorby soul and parker macmillan. HOO BOY this is the one i'm proudest of. if you read only one piece from this post, i hope you will consider making it this one...which is a huge ask because it's nearly 11k words. if i had a nickel for every time i wrote over 10k words of People In The Vault Being Sad About Things i would have two nickels. that's not a lot of nickels, but very funny it happened twice. this is also the first work i've written for another person, and they were an absolute pleasure to write for. anyway. i think chorby soul and parker macmillan should be besties.

what if the light at the end of the tunnel burns me again - for the firefighters fic exchange, about Agan Espinoza's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Season 24. i love them. i curled up into a little ball of shrimp emotions when they fell in the last fall ball with parker macmillan. god damn.

end-of-the-world tour - i wrote 1.5k words about parker macmillan's roam to the (prehistory) crabs and immortals in like two hours. absolutely no proofreading went into it. i wrote it and tossed it into the void after my computer threatened to fuck me over at the deadline. written for the blaseball zine jam.

batting practice - yeah so i procrastinated until the week of the deadline, then got possessed by some kind of writing demon and wrote 5.5k words about wyatt quitter and jasmine mason. not to say it was rushed, but it may have a residual formatting glitch i may have missed when copying from pages into ao3. i went over it many times to try and get rid of those, but if you see a couple of paragraphs fused together, no you didn't. written for the lift fic exchange.

#blaseball #now if you'll excuse me i need to find that writing demon so i can finish my fucking flowers exchange fic #and then like. literally any of my other wips. i have so many wips. i am in hell.

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self-loathing-angel-of-thursday2 · 7 months

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Beautiful Spouse’s Rewatch Thoughts SPN 08x15 Man’s Best Friend with Benefits

I hate this episode

“Why do you hate this episode?” I”ll tell you after you watch it

“What the fuck dude” “what the fuck dude” “Well if he actually did kill the bitch, then that’s what he deserves so ya know. He deserves a lot worse than that. I don’t know what I’m saying” “Dude dyes his hair like crazy” “Feel like they could have done a documentary episode about motel rooms” “I’ve never seen the 3 stooges. I used to watch abbot and Costello. Grandparents had it on tape, but I’ve never seen the stooges” I don’t like the stooges

“Someone is picking your fkn door man” laughter

“That was a really weird thing to say” “magnets” “Doing the red white and blue thing again tonight” “do witches wear eyeliner?” I do

“Is that so PeePee?”

“Does the witch pick the familiar or the familiar pick the witch?”

“Eventually, I’m going to have one of those veins around my eye too” “This one time on Instagram..” “Your familiar just ratted you out. Maybe not this guy but the other guy” “doggie boner” “that’s a lot of chains” I like Dean’s hair this season

“It reminds me of the lesbian era hair” “one of the ladies at the club could do a really good Jensen Ackles drag. A little tall and a little lean, but it would work” “That’s how I imagine everyone thought I looked in high school” No you looked like a twink not a lesbian

“From Detroit” “yeah” “How big is this guy’s puss?” “Oh it’s a black puss too” “A void” laughter “some witch bar” “DOn’t give the children watching any bad ideas now” “what the fuck just happened? Every time they bone, they meld minds or something?” “Why is she in the closet?” Cuz she’s gay

“Laughter

“That stupid face” then we rewound to see the face

“She’s just going to leave this dude chained to his bed. What if he needs to piss?” He just pisses himself

“I didn’t understand that entire interaction” “You’re not going to just pick it in 3 seconds you fuck” “What about the rule of no dogs on the seat?” “sounds like a really swell community” “Day-ta” “Data analytics” “He’s gotta piss so bad” laughter

“He’s projecting his ass” “Taking others through his brown eyed journey” “Is it the mind’s eye or the brown’s eye? Or if you think with your butt, it’s a little bit of both” “Who did he throw? It didn’t look like them.” Then we rewound and watched it frame by frame “Stunt doubles” “They both had stunt doubles” “Are familiars 2nd class citizens?” No they’re like spiritual guides for the witches

“That guy isn’t fkn around” “bite his dick off!” “that was pretty cool. Neat effect” “She looks different now” “bullshit” “I thought we’ve been through this” “Is this Dean’s version of double nickel therapy?” uh oh he’s got a little coughy woughy

"I'm so manly that I know what all my problems are. I aint need to see no fkn doctor"

#beautifulspouserewatchesspn #supernatural rewatch #supernatural #supernatural s8

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dabideku-tododeku-bakudeku-2023 · 9 months

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My Music Tastes...

I claim to my family that I like at least one song/rap from every genre. I still have a few favorites that I am jamming out too lately. Here's the list!

Something Just Like This - Alex Goot feat. Madilyn Bailey (Discovered in a BakuDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Try - P!nk (Found in a TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Alone pt. II (Sped Up Remix) - Alan Walker & Ava Max (From a BakuDeku video on YouTube!)

Rewrite The Stars - Zac Efron & Zendaya (Discovered on YouTube, but can't remember the video...)

Somebody's Watching Me - Rockwell (Discovered by chance. I use it to cheer me up when my issues rear their ugly heads!)

Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift (Looked up the Official Music Video on YouTube. Reminds me of me!)

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift (Found as a male version in a Nie Huaisang AMV on YouTube!)

There's Nothing Holding Me Back - Shawn Mendes (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Fire On Fire - Sam Smith (Found in a HaruRin 18+ AMV on YouTube!)

My Mother Told Me [Old Norse Version] - Peyton Parrish (Watched his music video on YouTube!)

The Lighthouse's Tale - Nickel Creek (Watched it on TV when I was a kid. Beautiful music and lyrics!)

We Got History - Mitchell Tenpenny (Watched on CMT this year!)

Bang Bang (Cover) - Kurt Hugo Schneider (Discovered the music video on YouTube!)

If You Go Down [I'm Goin' Down Too] - Kelsea Ballerini (Found on CMT this year!)

Stronger [Explicit] - Kanye West (I do NOT condone his recent comments and actions, but I can't help but like the song/rap)

Ignite - K-391, Alan Walker & Julie Bergen (AMAZING TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

I Kissed A Boy - Jupither (A small MadaHashi animatic on YouTube!)

Makeda - Jain (A Clothing Commercial!)

Thunder - Imagine Dragons (A Lan Wangji Tribute Video on YouTube!)

Lilith [Explicit/Diablo IV Anthem - Halsey & SUGA (Watched the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Fall Into Me - Forest Blakk (Kays Jewelry Commercial!)

Wrong Side Of Heaven - Five Finger Death Punch (Found on YouTube!)

Venom [ Explicit] - Eminem (Ending Credits to the movie "Venom")

I'll Be - Edwin McCain (Heard it years ago!)

Saints - Echos (A MDZS AMV on YouTube)

Levitating - Dua Lipa (A Very cute and funny MDZS Q video on YouTube!)

Safari - Dr. Bombay (Heard on an OLD Akatsuki Fan Flash in High School!)

Karma [Feat. Circus-P] Creep-P (Hetalia animation on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [Cover] - Colm R. McGuinness - (Found on YouTube!)

Be Prepared [German Version] - Disney (FAVORITE Disney Villain Song, found the video on YouTube. Scar singing in German during a certain scene is just creepy...)

Second To None [Explicit] - Chris Crocker (A Yaoi Compilation video on YouTube!)

Every Time We Touch - Cash Cash (TodoDeku AMV on YouTube!)

Heaven - Calum Scott & Darren Espanto (Saw the Official Music Video on YouTube!)

Dynamite - BTS (Friend had me listen!)

Whiskey Lullaby - Brad Paisley & Alison Krauss (Watched the video when I was a kid!)

Fantastic Baby - BIGBANG (Yuri On Ice AMV on YouTube!)

Airplanes - B.o.B. feat. Hayley Williams (Can't remember HOW I found this one...)

One Shot [Original/Japanese Versions] - B.A.P. (Friend introduced the original version to me. Found the Japanese Version on Amazon!)

Martha Divine - Ashley McBryde (Watched on CMT this year!)

Different World - Alan Walker, K-391 & ??? (A LeviEren 18+ video on YouTube!)

I'm In A Hurry [And Don't Know Why] - Alabama (Heard it as a kid and loved it!)

In Da Club [Explicit] - 50 Cent (REALLY big when I was growing up!)

I am aware that this is A LOT of music and trust me I have way more than these few on my computer! I even have different versions of the same song. "Be Prepared" for example I have over twenty versions of this song from different languages, like Zulu, as well as a cover by Peyton Parrish. I do indeed also have the original English version. I even have Nightcore versions of songs on my computer. I have a bit of an obsession with music. It is my escape from the world when watching anime and reading fanfics/books/manga are not viable.

Sorry for taking up your time on this!

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