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redclercs · 11 months

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DELICATE✰ CHARLES LECLERC.

x. what a shame she's fucked in the head.

— the one where they tell you what your word is worth.

❝𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘺, 𝘐 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦❞ —𝘛𝘢𝘺𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘚𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘵, 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘢 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘵.

warnings: abuse downplay, bashing towards taylor swift (i obviously adore her pls don't come for me haha), online bullying, new york inaccuracies, corny taylor references per usual, etc. 2k words + articles

in my head there's a mix of begin again and cornelia street playing as background music.

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NO one likes a mad woman, but not for the reasons Taylor Swift made you believe in the lyrics of her 2020 song. Although we are definitely afraid y/n might get 'more crazy'.

Honestly, who gave her the right to speak like that about Aidan Kim? As it turns out, the three-year relationships she willingly stayed on was a 'dead-end' one, and Aidan "abused" (and I cannot stress the quotations enough) her through several stages of their shared time.

Well, I call bullshit.

How is it that after Aidan Kim helped her build whatever she has going on that people call a 'career' she wasn't bothered about being told 'how to look and how to act' (direct quote from her own video, by the way).

Breaking up with your sneaky link and calling him your friend won't save what you did before, y/n, it's the oldes trick in the book. Everything she said in her Youtube video, one I regretfully watched despite the knowledge that I won't get those 45 minutes of my life back, is rehearsed and calculated and just tried to paint the real victims in a bad light.

Playing the victim worked for Taylor Swift in 2009, 2017, 2019... but we surely won't let it happen again, right folks? y/n needs a new tactic to crawl back from the hell, because we're not believing anything that comes out of her mouth anymore.

It's true what they say, an untalented actress makes an untalented liar.

By Lia Yim

Victoria Presley is worried about best friend's y/n y/ln's well-being after the actress 'completely ghosted her' since moving back to New York.

"One day we were fine and the next, she had packed her bags and left my house," Presley said in an exclusive interview with iNTouch. "I'm not going to lie, I was deeply hurt by her actions. I offered her my home as a safe haven and she left without explanation."

y/n had been living in Victorias Los Angeles home since mid-February until this month when she returned to her infamous SoHo apartment, one she shared with Aidan Kim until their breakup.

"I can find it in my heart to forgive her, of course," 'Vic', as she's known on social media, added. "Right now, I just want my best friend back. I want the y/n I've known for years and not this person she became since Matilde Bassi and Charles Leclerc inserted themselves in her life."

Victoria Presley, the founder and CEO of Presley Beauty, is the daughter of Luke Presley and Claire Walker and has been in the influencing business for a few years now.

"If y/n ends up reading this, I want her to know that I will support her decisions but not in the way her new 'friends' are doing. I just want what's best for her."

SEE ALSO:

→ Vic Presley on having to start from zero: "I'm not a nepobaby!"

→ A look inside y/n's SoHo apartment, the one Aidan Kim paid for.

→ Is Charles Leclerc's career going downhill thanks to y/n?

By Beatrice Mann

With y/n y/ln's latest controversy, the whole world has turned their backs on the actress. But, is it really that bad? Or is it just because she's a woman in the business?

The online community's hottest topic is y/n's Youtube video where she speaks on her relationship with Aidan Kim, her friendship with Charles Leclerc and, most importantly, how all of this has affected her career. And I want to tell you all, y/n is right.

If the roles were reversed, Aidan Kim would be thriving on a newly unlocked 'Heartbreaker' persona and y/n would still be constantly humiliated for not being 'wife material'.

I believe y/n deserves much better than what she's getting. The woman admitted she escaped a relationship where her partner LAUGHED at her and manipulated her actions for his comfort. And people are still siding with the man? Seriously, people, use your brains and dig up your morals!

The only thing we're communicating to younger generations by constantly doubting women's words and putting them in the spotlight for standing up for themselves, is that only men's words are worth something.

June 14th, Manhattan, New York.

It isn't much of a surprise when Charles calls you while you're trying to get your Moka pot to work that morning. It's your third attempt at it and the previous mornings you've left it alone with tears in your eyes to walk down the street and get Starbucks coffee. You might be a little too attached to that coffee maker.

Charles got to New York city the previous night, and reminded you that you promised to show him around more than once. You intended to keep your promise, thinking you would have more time before the day came.

But as you walk to the restaurant where you decided to meet him, you can't help but think how exciting it is that you get to show the city you love so much to Charles. And just like that morning in Monaco, you can't help but remind yourself that this is a friendly get-together.

Charles has slowly, but surely, become one of your closest friends in the middle of the frenzy that your life is. With your ex-best friend saying you walked out on her and your failed fiancé insisting that it was you, who acted like a 'total psychopath' towards the end of your relationship, you have more fingers than people you can count on.

You watch him carefully as he smooths the napkin on his legs twice and then drops in on the table again, fidgeting with the loose threads in the corner.

Your wristwatch says it's 10:00 am, which is the exact time you agreed to meet. You wonder how long he's been waiting if there's an empty cup of coffee in front of him.

"You know, it's also rude to be too early for a meeting," you say as a form of greeting once you approach the table.

This startles him enough to drop the napkin on his lap again, proceeding to scramble to return it to the table before pushing his chair out to get up.

You chuckle, but before you can say you were joking, Charles is engulfing you in a hug. Your stomach flutters because of the way he holds the back of your head with his palm. It feels like you're being reunited after months instead of just two weeks. Time doesn't feel real sometimes, you would know.

"Soleil!" he says excitedly, putting his hands on your shoulders. "It's so good to see you,"

"It's nice to see you too, Charlie."

There's the nickname again. You've tried not to think too hard about it. Is it a European thing to call your friends that? When you asked him about it the last time he called before taking his flight to New York, his response was a simple 'it suits you'.

Charles pulls your chair for you and grabs your purse to place it on the empty chair between you two. He grabs his napkin again, pulling one last time on a thread before smoothing it down and forgetting about it.

"How are you?" Charles asks, a bright smile on his face. It falters in a barely perceptible way because he doesn't want to give you bad thoughts, which seem to come automatically every time the question is asked.

"Well, I'm okay," you assure in a soothing tone, "Still looking for jobs. And you?"

"Alright. Lots of work in the simulator and I'm hoping this is a good weekend,"

"Are you sure you'll be okay getting to Montreal tomorrow?" you smile at the waitress that approaches your table, "Can I have some coffee, please?"

"Of course," Charles assures, with a gesture of his hand. He's getting to Montreal at seven in the morning and running straight to his motorhome. "There's time for everything."

"What do you want to do, then?"

You don't want to exhaust him by showing him around New York, he has a long weekend ahead. To be honest, you really wonder what compelled him to make this stop instead of going straight to Canada. Sure you had talked about him coming to New York, eventually. Not a day before he had to start his Grand Prix weekend.

"Anything you want us to do," he replies, the single-dimpled smile on his face. "I'm open to anything."

"MoMA? Central Park? Something not so touristy?" you suggest, before thanking the waitress as she places a hot cup of coffee on the table.

"Just show me the places you like, y/n, don't stress about it." Charles laughs, eyes returning to the open menu in front of him. "I only care about hanging out with you."

"Thanks," is all you manage to say as you sip the scalding coffee, you do your best not to wince as it burns your tongue and down your throat. "Let's do it then."

"So, what do you think? Everything you expected and more?"

You're taking a walk in Central Park after Charles agreed to see the Alice in Wonderland statue. It's a warm morning in New York and although you haven't been walking around for that long, Charles seems content enough with what he's seen.

"It's very... you," Charles replies, and you're sure he means it as a compliment, but New York can be really ugly too. "In a good way!" he adds when he sees your expression.

"Thank you, Charlie." you laugh again. It's easy being with Charles, laughing with sincerity and really being in what's happening in the moment.

You didn't lie when you said you weren't afraid of speaking up anymore, but the dread of actually doing it is inevitable. Your words are being twisted and marked as false because Aidan is far 'more loved' than you are. Not to mention Victoria's interview about your lack of reciprocity to her humble feelings

You're still thinking about suing her. But it hurts to know that she was your best friend a week ago.

A few people stop you both to ask for pictures and autographs on the back of phone cases. A few of them ignore you, others smile politely at Charles before asking him to take their picture with you.

"I'm really polishing my photographing skills," Charles jokes as you walk away from a group of young girls who gush about how much they wish they could dress like you.

"Sorry if it bothers you," you whisper, looking at him only from the corner of your eye.

"Of course not, y/n. They ask nicely, and you're okay with it." he shrugs.

There was one time when a teenager, around fourteen or fifteeen, asked Aidan if he could please take a picture of her and yourself. It was an innocent question, she had already acknowledged him as 'that guy from Star-5' and how he'd been in Supercut with you.

But just by the way you saw his expression change, you told the girl a selfie was a better option, you would hold the phone yourself if she was okay with it.

You didn't hear the end of it for the rest of night. Aidan berated your career for the first time of many, saying it was frankly offensive that he’d been treated that way. It didn't matter that you told him the girl was barely a teen and she hadn't been rude. Still, he was more famous than you, he didn't deserve to be made felt like the opposite.

"What are you thinking?" Charles asks, touching your shoulder gently to make you pause your walk.

You really don't want to admit you were thinking about your ex-boyfriend. Not that it matters, Charles knows you think about Aidan often in a mostly negative light, but it feels weird to say it here. So you shrug and sigh. "I wish I thought of nothing, to be honest."

Charles squeezes your shoulder in a half hug. He doesn't push your boundaries, although he wishes he knew what was actually going through your mind.

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It's when you two are having dinner in a restaurant in SoHo that Charles asks the question that has been eating him away since he landed in New York the previous night.

"Do you want to come to Canada with me?"

"Am I not blacklisted from the paddock?" you tease, although Elix is gone. You wonder if Ferrari people blame you a little bit for their sponsor dropping them.

"Absolutely not," Charles frowns, "And you would be my guest, you get to be in the Ferrari Suite like always."

"Thank you, Charlie–"

Charles tries not to seem disappointed as he waits for the 'but' to follow, so he drinks from his wine.

"—but I have some back to back things to do this weekend," you do regret not being able to make it, you loved the few Grand Prix you were able to attend and you would love to see Carlos too. But you have booked a few interviews with people who, more than anything want to consume gossip, but have disguised it as 'letting you tell your truth in more depth'. You cannot back down from what you started.

"That's okay," he assures with a quick wink. "You know you can come to races whenever you want to, though, right?"

"I can?" you raise both eyebrows and Charles rolls his eyes. "The benefits of having a Ferrari driver as a friend. I should have befriended you sooner."

"Very funny," he says as he hides his smile behind his glass of wine again. "Do I get invited to the Red Carpets?"

"You kind of befriended me at the downfall of my career. It's going to take a while for you to be on a Red Carpet."

Charles clicks his tongue and shakes his head. "You're only just getting started, soleil. Don't say that."

You hope he's right, because you have castings lined-up for next week too and you don't want to call him, or Mati, or your mom, crying about how unwanted you feel.

You shrug, drinking from your own wine.

"I'm being serious, y/n," Charles' tone is stern for a moment, yet not aggressive. "You have a lot of wonderful things to do in the future."

"Yeah, thanks." you dislike yourself for ruining the mood yet again, but Charles isn't bothered as he smiles at you once again.

"I mean it,"

He does, and so does Mati, and your mom. You are bound for great things, although they're taking time to find you right now.

"I know. Thank you Charlie, you're very kind. I hope you have a good race this weekend."

Charles huffs. "Yes, me too. Wish me luck?"

"I feel like I jinx you more than help you, Charlie."

"You didn't wish me luck in Spain, look how that went," he fakes a shudder and you snort. You hated every minute spent in Spain after FP3.

"Good luck, you'll do great." You pat the hand that he keeps on top of the table a couple times and before you can take your hand back, he grabs it, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Your heart races and you take a deep, sharp breath, like that would help it go back to normal. You have tried not to overanalyze everything about today, from the way Charles looked to the words he said, to the way your body responded to it. You don't want to go down that specific spiral.

"Thanks for stopping by," you take your hand back and keep it busy with your almost empty glass of wine. The alcohol has turned your cheeks warm. "You really want to see New York, huh?"

"I really wanted to see you," Charles replies, nonchalantly.

And you know you'll be spiraling, despite your best efforts.

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twice-inamillion · 27 days

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Feel Special

Fluff

Chapter 230

600 Words

(Feel Special reaction from the members and Sana.)

Only a few minutes remain until the group’s music video drops. It’s also the member’s first time seeing the complete music video, and they are excited to see their hard work. They sit on the large couch and look at the screen as the minute countdown begins.

“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!”

The music video plays, and they see themselves for the first time. The song begins with them in white, then switches to a scene with Chaeyoung lying down. It then switches to a scene with Tzuyu, dressed in a beautiful dress, and captures the attention of the rest of the members, “Wow, tzuyu, you're so beautiful.”

The members giggle and tease Tzuyu until you hear Jihyo silencing and everyone saying, “Be quiet.” With the members now silent, they pay attention to the video, watching each other and their parts.

Seating across the couch, you see Sana, completely quiet and focused on the video. You noticed her sniffle and her eyes glossy from the reflection. The members also notice her tearing up and remain silent.

Sana holds her hand over her face, trying to cover her expression, but you can see that it's causing a reaction in her. She sees herself dancing in the middle of the group, then singing on the ground against a steel door on how the world tries to bring her down with hurtful words that stab her.

Then the scene switches to Nayeon, who sings, “Again I feel special, one moment I feel like I’m nothing at all. Like no one would notice if I were gone, but then when I hear you calling me, I feel loved; I feel so special.”

Mina appears lost in a forest of neo-fluorescent lights, wandering around in her own world. “I just wanted to hide, didn’t wanna face the world as if everything has lost meaning. I just sat there still,” watching as everyone around her passed by, living their own life without a care.

Sana remembers her darkest moment, the loss of her unborn child, the strangers who judged her and said hateful comments. Everything comes flooding back into her mind, and recalling the moment that she almost died…

”Then you appeared before me with a warm smile, and you held your hand.” Remember how you, the members, and her fans (Once) held their hand to her when she needed it. From consoling her in the hospital, giving her positive energy and thoughts, to taking care of her daily needs for the months she was depressed and suffering.

“No matter how the world brings me down, even when hurtful words stab me, I smile again cuz you’re there,” knowing that she has people around her that will always make her feel special.

In that moment, she realizes that whatever the world might think or say about isn’t important. She looks around the room and sees everyone's warm smile. She covers her face when the members shout, "We love you, Sana."

Sana giggles, wiping her tears as the member go in for a large hug.

You’re happy to see the amount of process Sana and the members have made these last months and wish them the best for what’s to come.

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At the same time all the Once around the world watch the music video. They think about the struggles they’ve lived through and the strength they got from the community and Twice. They pray for Sana's health and wish for her return.

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ughthatimagineblog · 9 months

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yawn and reach

this was such a fun request it literally occupied my brain for the last 72 hours. tytyty anon!!!! summary: 'video game joel in jackson would be so awkward w reader. imagine they go see a movie for the first time in years and he does that thing w reader where he itches his nose to smoothly put it over reader’s shoulder' - requested by anon rating: 18+ warnings: lightly implied smut but no real smut at the end, cursing, age difference (reader is about 30-32 and joel is 54-56), tried to be as neutral as possible but i did write this with a feminine reader in mind. word count: 6.07k

Being in Jackson meant having clean water, a warm bed, guaranteed food, but best of all; electricity. The dam in town, monitored and worke on by the gracious townsfolk who took you in, keeps the water your bathe in warm and lights on all around the city at night. You’d forgotten the luxury of seeing so much in the dark.

Having been a young age when the outbreak began, the memories of what life before infected were blurred. Muddy water. Clear only in brief moments of light, smells, feelings and fleeting just as fast. Your mother, who also survived- or rather helped you survive- helped fill in the gaps on occasion and you were grateful for the life you clung to, even if it meant wandering in the dark for months at a time, unsure of where your next meal would come from. From youth to now, you and your mom watched out for each other. Now, you were part of a community that would take care of both of you. You both return the favor.

Being in a QZ meant enforced curfews and the military breathing down your back. Not allowed out, barely anyone allowed in. Escaping was easy enough. Surviving your way all the way to Jackson was not. Now, you and your mother roam freely at night and almost any other time if you aren’t on patrol. Music from bars pour out into the string lit streets. During the day, children play and learn. Hundreds of people found refuge here, and you now joined their numbers. You’d even met a few people you’ve become close enough with to say you’re friends.

Sometimes you get put on patrol with Dina, Jesse or Ellie, and while they’re both several years your junior, they entertain you, they respect your authority, and they also remind you of being that age, so you don’t mind. You spend some free time at the bar or help out in some of the kitchens from time to time and have grown close with a few others, all in varying ages. Joel, who you met through Ellie, being one of them.

Joel. Always brief with his words. Always to the point. Ellie would complain about him on patrol from time to time, but she would balance it out with credit to the man in the same breath.

“He’s always trying so hard. I just don’t know how to make it work now…” She trailed off on a ride home from the nearby abandoned town. It was your last stop and it was beginning to get dark. You’d given her a small nod of understanding in response. She huffed out a sigh. “I know he cares and stuff, but sometimes I need my space. I mean-” She paused to look at you, reasoning with her own conflictions. “I just would like one night out of the house. Or the garage, I guess. He’s done a lot for me… and I want him to know that I see that.”

You thought for a moment. “Maybe spend some intentional time with him. That way, when you want that night away, it will be earned and he won’t put so much pressure on it.” You suggested. She made a face off indecision but nodded anyway. “I think you’re right.” Was all she’d said on the matter the rest of the ride back.

Secretly, you admired the man. He was maybe ten years older, but you got along like you’d known each other for ages. You liked the energy the kids like Ellie brought to your days, but if they were your spark, Joel was your peace. You didn’t feel pressured to have to entertain, or keep him on the right path, or make sure he was being observant. Joel was a seasoned veteran when it came to survival and you felt an ease with him you couldn’t with anyone else. Because no one else could protect you like Joel could. No one other than the mother who helped a child survive the outbreak. And even that was highly lucky.

You were put on patrol just twice with Joel. Both times were eventful in wildly different ways. The first was in a positive way, you both found a new stash of medical supplies- an urgent care facility that’d gone unnoticed due to the decay of the lettering outside of the building signaling any kind of benefit to looting. Half of it was also caved in so you and Joel both worked to sort through the rubble that’d gone ignored for so many years. You’d both decided to check it out on a whim, and were very grateful you did.

The second time went a little differently. It was summer and the sun was beating down on the both of you like you’d never experienced before. Dehydrated and exhausted, Joel suggested stopping by the creek bed where you were to cool off in the water. Not a moment after relief began to set in, you were caught off guard when a small group of infected decided to jump both of you. In the calamity of racing back to your things, you’d slipped on a rock and fell so hard on your head you got a concussion. It rendered you unconscious and the only reason you were still breathing the next day is because of Joel.

You remembered the cold feeling of air rushing over your head wound, blood slowing, but still pouring out. Eyesight fading in and out, and when it was in, it was blurry. Unclear images of Joel fighting off the infected while keeping your body strictly behind him flash in and out of your memory. He’d patched up your head as best as possible and hoisted you onto his horse with him, tying your horse’s reins to his saddle horn to ride with the both of you back to safety.

He’d been muttering to himself the whole ride, all the way until you were passed off to the medical staff. Very faint sounds, from what you could remember, but you also knew to attribute that to the concussion. It was a fade out from being handed off, to waking up being carried further from Joel, the last image being of him staring after you as he grew smaller and smaller.

From that day forward, you two have been close. I guess saving someone’s life really does bring two people together. Your mother was fond of him as well. And not just because he saved your life- although you did figure that played a large part- but because of his manners, his honor. She’d mentioned how polite he was to you one day and, it wasn’t that you hadn’t noticed, but you hadn’t seen how deliberate it was. Holding doors open for you, fully listening when you spoke, considering your likes and dislikes. If he was behaving this way specifically for you, you couldn’t tell, but you did take note.

When you’d complimented him on such things, he- in his own Joel way- laughed in your face. Really, it was more of a scoff, but nonetheless it was just as dismissive. “‘M not polite, darlin’, I just treat people how I wanna be treated.” He answered plainly, but there was a hint of knowing in his eyes.

You began to keep an eye on these things he does that he brushes off and you found that, while yes, he does open doors for others and he is an excellent listener, he doesn’t listen to anyone else the way he listens to you. Undivided attention. When you speak, you’re all he sees. He’s holding onto every word of yours like if he doesn’t he’ll fall down. Even when you’re talking about nothing. When he holds doors for others, he looks relaxed and at ease, but guarded. With you, his shoulders soften and he’s often watching your every move as you walk by. He’s more awkward with you. Part of it is his own ambiguity in navigating getting close with others, but part of it is something else, and to assume it’s you would be highly narcissistic. Or so you tell yourself.

Meanwhile, Joel can barely contain himself. His time in Jackson had been peaceful, and had allowed him to grow comfortable. With Ellie safe and enjoying life, he’d forgotten what it meant to have room to care about anyone else. She’d been his priority for so long. Now that he met you… Just thinking about you made his stomach turn with butterflies. He felt juvenile.

It took him a week to discover your existence. Three months to patrol with you for the first time, and another three for the second time. Every patrol in between was filled with thoughts of you. Hope that you’d be paired with him again. After the second time with you, he was enamored. Your intelligence captivated him. You’d researched so much. Both about this new life and the life before the infected. You had stories on stories to tell of you and your mom, some of which were his favorite to hear. Joel knew better to pry whenever you’d get to a particularly hard memory in your stories. He’d often ask a question about a different part to get your mind off of whatever had you troubled, and even though you knew what he was doing every time, you let him. It was nice. Sweet. Two words most would not use to describe Joel. You would. And you’d said so.

That almost knocked Joel on his feet. When you told him you thought he was polite, and sweet. It made his heart nearly leap out of his chest. Feeling slightly guilty for laughing in pure shock at a fairly innocent compliment-turned-question, he’d given a finite and brief answer. You hadn’t complimented him since. Worried about rejection, you’d avoided doing so.

Finding himself thinking about why you hadn’t done so tipped Joel off to his growing, deeper, feelings for you. It bothered him, and under any other circumstance- anyone else- he wouldn’t care. Wouldn’t have crossed his mind. Much like many other interactions with others in the town. They weren’t on his mind like you were. But he also worried he was too old for you. He thought about what you’d think of Ellie who was essentially his own kid. His past was a heavy burden to carry, as well. He’d killed so many, watched so many die, and the thoughts of those deaths weighed on him heavily.

The last thing he wanted was for you to shoulder any of it. Joel knew that the first time he saw you laugh. He wouldn’t do a thing to compromise your happiness if he could help it.

Weeks later, you both were busy on your respective duties that would be ending sooner rather than later. It was the first Friday of the month, and the first Friday meant movie night. The electricity in Jackson was powerful and a few months prior, Dina and Jesse returned with a projector, VHS tape player and some VHS copies of several different movies. The town would not stop talking about it for a month afterwards. Aside from new medicine, food or healthy helping hands, this was the best news they’d received all year.

Movie nights became a regular, monthly tradition. Those not on shifts for the night would gather and watch different movies. There would be a vote beforehand on what would be played and the announcement would go out a week in advance so people could plan to be there. If you couldn’t make it due to a shift, you were sure to be scheduled in time to make it the next month and so on. It was a huge morale boost for everyone. Dina and Jesse have not stopped bragging about it being their find because of it.

Hanging up your apron, you made your way to the washrooms where you cleaned up after working every shift here. Your neighbor, a girl of similar age who got put on the same duty as you today, met you by the sink. “Are you coming tonight?” They inquired. You smiled and nodded. “Movie day. Never missing that.” You assured, scrubbing the smell of garlic off your fingers. No amount of soap would be enough.

“I bet Joel will be happy to hear that.” They wiggled your eyebrows at you. You rolled your eyes. “I’m sure he will. He’s my friend.” You assured. “Uh-huh.” They responded in an unconvincing tone. “Hey, all I know is, he’s bringing Ellie, but we all know where she wants to be. Maybe you can get some one-on-one time with him?” They suggested. You paused at this before reaching for one of the towels to dry your now-clean hands.

It was a good point. You recalled your conversation with Ellie from a few days prior. How she really was looking for an excuse to be out of Joel’s earshot for one night. You weighed your options. It wasn’t like you to blatantly ask someone to hang out, especially not Joel, and especially not under the current circumstances. It also wasn’t likely to get him to let Ellie go anywhere he wasn’t familiar. Maybe you could get Joel away from Ellie?

It was clear you liked Joel. You loved him, really. It was quite easy once you got to know him. If you asked him to see the movie with you, and you specifically, you weren’t sure how he’d react. You were confident he’d say yes, but to what degree?

Realizing you were overthinking something that was probably just all in your head anyways, you snapped back to reality to find your neighbor staring at your zoned-out expression, smirking. “You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” They asked, mouth agape in joyful surprise. You felt heat in your face and quickly dismissed them, pushing past the doorway.

“I’m thinking about going to see the movie later and nothing else!” You shouted over your shoulder, leaving your colleague and emerging to the main cafeteria. Turning on your heel, you were about to reach for your keys and bag that had been strewn on one of the tables when your face instantly collided with leather.

Stumbling back, and almost on your ass, you began to curse, “What the fu-” You began to say, but the feeling of two strong arms steadying you and the familiar face in front of you cut all sound in your throat short. Joel stood before you, the smell of pine filling your nose as he stood there looking as patient and understanding as ever in light of your fumble. “Didn’t mean to startle you.” He sheepishly apologized as you quickly regained your bearings. His accent was deep, thick. It made your heart flutter. The adrenaline of being caught off guard had not yet worn off. “No, oh my gosh,” You breathily laughed out. “You’re fine. I was just about to leave is all.” You smiled up at him, brushing some hair that had fallen into your eyes out of your face.

“Going to the movie tonight, I hear?” He asked, eyes darting to the hallway you just came from. If your neighbor was still here, they did not make it apparent. You silently thanked whatever was out there that they left. You didn’t need them making fun of your attraction to him to his face but behind your back. Your eyes darted from Joel nervously, remembering the conversation between your neighbor. Surely if they noticed your attraction, he would too.

“Uh, yeah, weirdly enough, I was on my way to you with a similar question, but you’re back from patrol early.” You grabbed your things off the table you went for earlier and turned back to see Joel’s look of amusement and curiosity. His eyebrows raised, a slight smirk on his lips that silently mouthed ‘Oh?’. Those lips. You forced yourself to look at his forehead.

Your heart was beating in your chest so hard you worried he could hear it in the pause. “Would you like to go with me?” You blurted out. It felt silly coming out. Like you were in high school, asking someone to the prom. But under different context. A non-romantic context. Because that’s what Joel would want, right? He doesn’t have the time or energy to deal with some romantic drama, you reasoned.

Joel’s face became unreadable. His mouth slightly opened as if he were going to say something, but closed again as he decided on something else. “Together?” He clarified. You ignored the way your heart sank. “If you don’t want to, that’s okay. I have some wine at my place, I thought maybe we could have a glass before we go. But if you have other plans…”

“I don’t.”

His response was quick. Joel saw the way your face fell at his initial response, and he quickly realized why. You thought he was uninterested in going with you personally. Something that couldn’t be further from the truth. Joel wanted nothing more than to go with you. Jesus, he had the opportunity to take a girl on a movie date. He couldn’t remember the last time that happened. 20 Years was probably something like it. More.

His reaction was purely shock. Not distaste. He was shocked you wanted to go together. That you wanted to go with him. Be seen in association with him on purpose and not in a group setting. It was more intimate than he’d been with anyone recently.

“I’d love to go with you.” He clarified, realizing he’d only been staring at you since his response to having other plans. “Ellie can have the house to herself for a bit.” You reasoned with a smile meant to hide your giddy emotions and while Joel gave a short reaction at the idea of his kid-now adult- being home alone, he let it go just as easily, too distracted with thoughts of his movie date with you.

Deciding both of you needed a shower before the movie, you split up and went to your respective houses to shower and get ready. It was merely an hour and a half before the knock came at your door.

Swinging it open to reveal Joel, groomed and standing off to the side of your doorway. In one of his hands was a bouquet. Your eyes shot open and you pretended not to notice he got groomed and brought flowers to go somewhere with you. “Where did you find these?” You excitedly reached through the doorway to take them from him, immediately pressing your nose to the petals. It was a well done bouquet of wildflowers. You’d seen them growing several times on some of the patrol routes and found them beautiful everytime. Joel just happened to notice.

“I pulled a few strings.” He laughed, watching your face as you examined them carefully. He could stare at you for hours. You didn’t have to know the exact townsperson Joel bribed to get him those flowers ASAP and you certainly didn’t have to know the extra rations it took for him to keep quiet about it. Joel making an emergency request for flowers? Unheard of. And it will stay that way too.

“I don’t know what to say.” You said, breathless from inhaling the scents in front of you. “Maybe a ‘Thank you’, ‘Please come in’, ‘I have wine’.” Joel teased. You rolled your eyes and cleared the path for him to enter.

He was quick to follow you to your kitchen where you grabbed two glasses and filled them just under halfway. You both silently toast to each other and take a sip. The wine is sweet, but has a slightly bitter taste that lingers. And then, there was that silence. It slipped over both of you like a comforting fog. Both of you comforted each other just by being near one another. You were in sync in these moments and it felt like having a dance partner. Someone to anticipate your moves and flow with them. Being around Joel was as easy as breathing. He didn’t complicate things. In the silence his eyes were like weights on you and with every sip of your wine you felt his gaze follow your lips.

“Why did you ask me to come with you?” Joel asked, cutting through your beloved easy silence like an arrow slicing the air. You froze, not quite sure yourself. That wasn’t true, though. You were sure why you wanted him to come, but terrified of what that would mean. You scrambled for any other logical reason. A favor for Ellie? Personal interest?

“And it’s not to get me away from Ellie for a little while. She knows how to do that on her own…” He commented and you felt the heaviness at the end of his sentence. Crap. He knew you. That wasn’t his point right now. “You can bullshit everyone else, but not me, darlin’.” His southern drawl was accentuated in that nickname and it was enough to cover the nervousness in his voice. The nickname that flooded your mind constantly. The nickname that made you melt.

Finding any alternative to telling Joel your true feelings, you lied. “I didn’t want to be alone. Going alone to the movies alone is kinda lame anyways and my mom wasn’t feeling up to it.”

Joel made an ‘ah’ expression and looked away in thought. He wasn’t buying it, but it was something you clearly didn’t want to be addressed, so he dropped it for you. That doesn’t mean the real reason wasn’t swimming around his mind. Occasionally, he saw the way you looked at him. He knew you respected him and thought fondly of him. Just how fondly, he was unsure. While he hoped there was more, he couldn’t help but worry what you’d think of him. What you’d think of what he’d done to get there. What he’d done, he thought, in a way, to get to you.

“We’d better get going soon if we want to make it across town in time for it to start.” Joel commented with a clearing of his throat, taking a final swig of the wine, now long gone in both your glasses. Nodding, you quickly finished your glass and rushed to put the flowers in a spot you wouldn't forget about, meeting Joel by the door when you were done.

Twisting the key in the lock of your front door, you went to step down but felt a hand gently touch your back. Turning to Joel you saw his arm stretched out, but bent slightly. You looked at him in confusion.

“Oh c’mon…” He said, gesturing to his arm. “You know what to do.” He urged. Your blank expression answered his assumption with a resounding negative. Feeling a little ridiculous, not because of your confusion but because his own effort in sending signals were going unnoticed. He came up to you, grabbed your hand and looped it through his already-positioned arm. You smiled and said “Oh!” out loud, finally realizing what he’d been trying to do.

“Well aren’t you a gentleman.” You commented as you walked arm in arm to the gathering area the town held movie nights at, trying to ignore the way you were touching him. It wasn’t like you hadn’t before, but you’d repressed the way it made you feel before. It was beginning to be hard to hide it. Joel smiled slightly and shook his head. “Im telling you, I-”

“I know, I know, you just treat people how they want to be treated.” You finished for him. He stopped mid sentence and laughed to himself. “So you do listen.” His voice was gravelly but soft. Music to your ears. “Only when it’s you talking.”

Your response came out flirtier than you intended, the feeling overcoming both of you instantly. Despite ducking your head, avoiding his gaze, Joel felt his heart soar. “I’m a lucky man then.” It was your heart’s turn to flutter. Joel, once again plans to save the moment of being inquired upon further, noting your embarrassment. “How’s that?” You reply, desperate for every word. “I was able to get the most stubborn and independent person to actually listen. I don’t think any man has done so in history before.” Joel joked, a dramatic air to his tone, soaking every word.

You laughed at his jab and shoved his arm in response. “Yeah if you’re lucky for anything it’s because I tolerate your ass giving me a hard time.” He chuckled in response. “Now that is true.” His voice got quiet as you both approached the viewing area together. Finding a small section of grass that wasn't occupied, you and Joel grabbed one of the many chairs set out for people to use and you both sat together.

They were playing Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back. A classic. Made before even Joel was born, but highly enjoyed in his childhood. He was looking forward to this movie when he heard it was the choice for the month. He was more excited about watching it with you, now. Your eyes fixated on the screen and as the movie began, everyone’s hushed voices and children's laughter all simmered to a pure silent crowd.

The movie played on like normal, maybe a glitch in the picture here and there but nothing too bad to break the feeling that comes with watching a movie. The ‘illusion’, some people call it. You’re laughing at a quip from Han to Leia when Joel subtly looks over to you. You’re too busy watching the movie to notice, but he can’t help but stare. Your eyes as they take in every moment possible, not wanting to miss out on a minute. Your lips are curved into a smile as you watch and Joel allows himself to wonder how they’d feel on him.

He notices a piece of your hair has fallen into your face and just before the thought of moving it converts to an action, you move to look up at him. Feeling panicked, he moves to scratch his nose and yawn. He stretches slowly and you look forward once more, unalarmed at first of his fidgeting. He was an older man after all. He was probably already getting stiff sitting still.

Joel’s stretch turns into an awkward hand on the back of your chair. This gets your attention. You can see his knuckles peeking over your shoulder and you wonder if the proximity was intentional. Inside, Joel is burning and tense. How could he be so stupid? The yawn and reach? Really? Did someone give him an ‘Oldest Tricks in the Book’ book?

Through his peripheral vision, he looks down to you, searching for any reason to give you any wanted space. He finds none. You’re content and still watching the movie. For the most part. In reality, your mind is reeling just as much as his.

Deciding to be a little more brave, Joel goes to rest his hand against your shoulder. Touching. He was touching you in a comforting way. Between this and walking arm in arm, just the slight contact makes him light headed. It’s been so long since he’s ‘made moves’ on anyone. He’s wracked with nerves and mostly stressed he’s lost his touch. That to you, he’s some cringe-y, single dad.

You feel his thumb starts to move against your shoulder in soft, slow, circles. Despite the motion’s intention to relax, you notice how tense he is. Looking down, his other hand is a fist, fidgeting with the hem of his flannel and you can see he’s watching the movie but every so often his eyes are darting around and down to you. It dawns on you just then that he is trying to make a move.

A mischievous smile spreads on your lips. If Joel was going to be subtle and innocent about his advancements towards you, you were ready to make this as easy on him as possible. After all, the man has been through hell and does deserve a win. Your mind ran a million miles an hour just picturing what might come next. Your attraction to him was at least somewhat reciprocated. It made thinking straight hard, but you knew you had to find some way to show him that he is more than welcome to be more comfortable with you.

You grin to yourself, knowing your plan is in place and you’re too excited to think of previous insecurities of his attraction to you. His sweaty palms and arm on your shoulder proved enough. Sighing lightly, you also feign fatigue, and carefully rest your head on Joel's shoulder.

You feel his upper torso tense and then relax as he processes what you’ve done. Feeling yourself move a bit to get more comfortable, he takes the opportunity to relax his own muscles, recognizing just how stiff they were beginning to get, and he moves his arm to fully drape over you and pull you in. His muscles loosening underneath you is your sign to move an arm over to rest on his leg.

His muscles were taught underneath his jeans. You felt the sweat on his palms, but it didn’t bother you. It actually made you smile. Joel Miller. A tough Texan who rarely let others in was a nervous wreck trying to get close to you. You stifled a giggle and adjusted yourself to be slightly more pressed into his body, almost crossing your leg with his.

Joel could hardly breathe. You were playing into it. It crossed his mind that maybe you’re being nice and don’t want to reject him. But he also noticed your hand on his thigh and how you sometimes would trace shapes or squeeze it lovingly there. It made him feel like a teenager, and he was basking in every second he got to feel his hand on your waist.

The only reason you both noticed the movie ended was when others began to stand up, grab their seats and the floodlights that lit the area came on. It made both of you jump a bit but no one rushed to untangle themselves from the other. He looked over to you, who began to slowly get up from where you were, cool air running over what had once been covered in warmth on his side. He tried to ignore the emptiness he felt without you being next to him so close, having grown accustomed to it for a couple hours.

“So…” You trailed off, not really sure what to say. Your anxiety was through the roof. Both of you weren’t sure if you should address what just happened, or go back to business as usual. Joel spoke before you could. “Let me walk you home.” He quickly insisted, standing and holding a hand to you. You smiled and took it, feeling a bit nervous. You knew if you didn’t address it immediately, it would definitely happen later. You hoped when he got to your door.

The walk home was quiet for the most part. A few comments on the movie, Joel told you a part he’s loved since he was young. You noted how nice it is to be able to do this despite the world’s circumstances. He agreed.

You’d just turned onto your street when Joel spoke again. “Can we talk?” He stopped mid step. It was a rare moment of bravery from him you wrote off as uncharacteristic. Startled by the abruptness, you stopped as well, disconnecting from his hand but not wanting to.

He watched as your arm fell back to your side. With a strong huff of air, he covered his mouth in stress. “I don’t know how to say this.” He said, honestly. You dreaded the worst. He’s going to tell you he doesn’t want this- or anything more. This wasn’t going to happen. He wasn’t going to go home with you.

“Start with the first word.” You suggested, hoping you’d spark anything to get him to spit out what he was trying to say faster. Like a bandaid, you wanted the end of this to be quick and easy.

“You.” Joel said, clearly having more but working through how to put it. You gave him pause to gather his thoughts. “Y’know, you’re always on my mind but we don’t talk and then today you ask me to see the movies, but it’s just because you don’t want to go alone…” He begins to ramble. “Which I know is bullshit because you don’t mind going places by yourself.” Your breath hitches in your throat. He’s seen you this whole time. Why has he not said anything? Done anything?

“And then you spend half the damn movie basically in my lap and darlin’”- That nickname. “I am trying to be as respectful as possible but you just look so beautiful all the damn time and after tonight I don’t know if you feel the same, but I-I need to know. So I know what I can and can’t say to you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.”

Dumbfounded, you just looked at him, mouth slightly open. It was the most Joel had ever said at one time to you, ever. He never vented. He spoke but in small bits and it was straightforward. He knew what to say. He always knew what to say. But around you he didn’t.

That one small fact had you lightheaded. And then his words dawned on you. Say the word and I promise I’ll never touch you in that way.

“No!” You blurted out. “I mean, I want you to touch me.” You cringed at how awkward it came out. “I mean…” A laugh from yourself blurted out at how hard this really was to put into words. “What do you want to say to me?” Settling on that, you looked into his eyes and found them pouring into yours. He’d smiled and chuckled in relief at your nervousness, giving him enough of an answer. Stepping forward, he traced the side of your face with a calloused finger, stopping after moving hair behind your ear. It gave you chills.

“I want to say,” He paused, looping a hand around your waist. “That I’ve been waiting to get you in my arms since we first met.” His words were enough to make the coldest person alive melt. “And you’re the only one who has got me wrapped around their finger like you.” His low voice rumbled in your chest as he closed some of the distance between you. He paused. Searching your eyes for any kind of resistance, hesitation… regret. He found none.

“I was going to say the same thing.” You grinned, closing any space between the both of you. His lips were rough on yours, his beard prickling the edges of your cheeks. Your fingers found their way into his hair and you sank into his grasp.

Joel felt like this was who he was supposed to be kissing. Who’s skin he was meant to be touching. His heart was thundering in his chest. He’d been falling for you for so long, he forgot the possibility that you’d possibly feel the same and settled on the idea you were better off without him. He knew now, under your grip which was soft but commanding all at once, you were just as deep in pining after him in return.

In reality, you kissed like that under the low street lighting for three minutes. It felt like an hour. Pulling away felt like diving underwater, far away from oxygen. Barely a foot apart and yet it felt so far.

“Do you want to come inside when we get back?” You asked, breathless. He chuckled, lips curving into a smile to match your own. “I want nothing more, sweetheart.” Joel’s gravelly tone lulled. It was rich with care and lust. Damn that voice. The voice that would drift you to sleep that night, whispering sweet praises under sheets you’d only slept in alone prior. It felt nice to have his breath on your neck, his bare legs tangled with yours, his soft skin on yours until morning. Ellie got the privacy she needed, and Joel got the night he deserved.

You’d worry about what to tell your mother some other time.

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Sharabi brothers harassed in UK after surviving massacre

Neria and Daniel Sharabi survived the Nova music festival massacre on 7 October, heroically saving others, only to be harassed by UK Border Control officers when they arrived in Manchester to talk about their ordeal, Sky News reports. The name Sharabi derives from Sharab, a district in Ta’iz in south western Yemen, where a large and ancient Jewish community settled. It was a centre of Torah learning and distinguished rabbis were born there, including the rabbis Shalom Sharabi,Mordechai Sharabi and Shalom Shabazi.

Daniel and Neria Sharabi (right) were detained for two hours on arrival in the UK

Two Israeli brothers have claimed that they were singled out by Border Force staff because of their passports.

The brothers said they faced antisemitism and were left feeling unsafe, wanting to never return to England again after staff at Manchester Airport allegedly singled them out because of their Israeli passports.

Neria and Daniel Sharabi survived the 7 October Hamas attack on Israel and helped others caught up in the assault on the Nova music festival.

They were invited to the UK by the Jewish Representative Council (JRC) of Greater Manchester to share their story but were detained by the Border Force for more than two hours. A video of the interaction was shared widely online.

Neria told Sky News: “We’re facing this antisemitism and, honestly, if I had heard it from a civilian, it would have been okay because it’s a civilian, but when I hear it from a cop with an official job and he’s supposed to watch me and give me the feeling I’m safe and he does exactly the opposite, I don’t know what to think. After what happened, I’m not feeling safe here and probably I won’t come back here.

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I'd love to see "covering them with a blanket when they’ve fallen asleep on the couch" with Steve please <3

hehehe i loved this thank u !! wc: 879

“Stevie?” you called, locking the door to your apartment behind you as you kicked off your shoes. It was oddly quiet in the apartment for the middle of the day, when both you and Steve had enough of a break to eat lunch together. Normally, by the time you returned home, Steve had turned on music and was sifting through the fridge to find something to eat.

“Babe?” you tried again, venturing into the living room, only to find your boyfriend fast asleep on the couch. You couldn’t help but grin at the sight, and at the soft snores filling the air.

Steve was laying on the couch on his stomach, shirtless, though the Family Video vest he had to wear was discarded on the floor nearby. His face was pressed into a pillow, one cheek smashed into the fabric, causing his face to be scrunched up slightly. The hair he’d spent an inordinate amount of time on earlier in the morning was now falling onto his forehead, lifting slightly with each exhale he let out. Your favorite part, though, was that Steve didn’t exactly fit on the shitty couch you’d bought. One of his arms was underneath his head, tucked around a pillow, while the other hung off the edge of the cushions. Similarly, one of his long legs draped over the side, his socked toes touching the carpet, shoes sitting on the floor near the end of the couch.

Crossing the room quietly, you crouched down near Steve’s head and reached out, fingertips brushing over his forehead to move some hair out of his face. He didn’t even stir, save for the slight quirk of one corner of his mouth. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his forehead softly, hoping you wouldn’t wake him.

As much as you wanted to spend time with Steve, you also wanted to let him sleep. He always worked hard, but had been pushing himself too far lately; he’d decided to take a few classes at the community college, but was still working full time at Family Video, and was somehow still finding time for you and his friends. The night before had been particularly rough, as he’d worked late, and then had to stay up late to finish some homework when he got home.

Deciding you’d let him get some more sleep before he had to go to one of his classes, you pressed another kiss to his cheek and grabbed the blanket that was folded over the back of the couch. Unfolding the blanket, you placed it over Steve’s bare back, moving as quietly as you possibly could. You also risked waking him as you moved his leg back up onto the cushions, and waited with bated breath for a few moments, watching his back rise and fall with even breaths, still fast asleep.

While Steve continued to sleep soundly, you moved around the apartment quietly, working on a few odd chores that had to be done. The laundry was folded, kitchen counters cleaned, and you left enough time to eat your lunch. As it neared the time Steve would need to leave again, you packed him his own lunch to take with, knowing he’d be upset for having slept through his allotted lunch hour. You found a bag just the right size for a sandwich, some chips, and an apple, and then scrounged around the kitchen to find a small slip of paper, and scribbled a note onto it for him.

Placing his textbook, notebook, and his lunch into his bag, you finally made your way over to your sleeping boyfriend. Crouching next to him once more, you stroked your hand over his hair, whispering his name in a sing-song voice, “Stevie. Gotta wake up, babe.” When he didn’t move, you kissed his forehead and peeled the blanket off of him, rubbing your palm along the length of his spine, “Baby, you’re gonna be late for class.”

At this, Steve groaned, pushing his face into the pillow, “Don’t wanna.”

“Baby, you only got a few minutes before you’ll be late for class.”

Your words finally seemed to register for him and he scrambled to get up, sleep still fogging up his brain causing him to stumble over his words, “Ah shit! I-I’m gonna— I need—“

“Hey,” you soothed, placing a hand on his shoulder, “you’re good. Packed you lunch for class.” You held up the bag to prove it, giving him a smile.

Steve visibly relaxed, shoulders dropping slightly as he let out a yawn, rubbing his hands over his eyes, “Y’the best, baby.”

“I know,” you grinned, leaning in to press a quick kiss to his lips.

Suddenly, his expression fell again as he realized something, “I’m sorry I was asleep, I was looking forward to spending time with you.”

You quickly shook your head, dropping onto the couch next to him, “‘S okay, you’ve been busy, Steve. We’ll both be home for dinner, yeah?”

Steve nodded, getting up to grab his shirt and slipping it on, “Yeah, I’ll see you then, love. Thank you, again. Love you so much.” Slinging his backpack onto his shoulder, he leaned down to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours in another short but firm kiss, “Bye, baby.”

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TOP-25 ALL-TIME SMOKING FETISH MODELS | THE LIST | NO. 2

Skittlez Cano (Florida), American Entrepreneur

Shots with a variety of brands, mostly within the Marlboro Menthol 100s family. More than a fair share of shots with Virginia Slims 120s Gold Pack, lesser share with Camels. Best quality with all brands, but a high quality with Marlboro Reds 100s, Marlboro Menthol family 100s and VS120s non-menthol. Preference here with Marlboro 100s (Reds) and VS120s. Corks. All-whites. 100s. 120s. Moved from (native? Colorado) to East Coast then again to a warmer Eastern climate. Mother of young children. Business model within several Social Media platform to make money. Has quit temporarily, returned to smoking, quit again before taking up the habit. Had a strong presence on YouTube then de-emphasized to focus on social media. Creative with her content. Strong-willed but flexible. Great smoker. Super exhales. Wonderful style. Pretty. Cute. Rugged. Elegant. Yes, quite versatile in how she presents. Great, sexy, alluring outfits. Obvious enjoyment of the habit. Realistic approach of not discounting the risks of smoking and its negative impact on health. Prolific in volume of content. Uses music effectively with many of her videos. Dialogue (not really with interviews) strong and compelling, exhibiting her intelligence and/or education. Sufficient energy in monitoring the SF world and her role within the community. Should dub her the Smoking Princess of SF. Easily recognized as an SF Hall of Famer and an SF Goddess. A gem of an SF model. Has ideal business plan to ensure income without sacrificing quality of content. Unique and highly elevated and revered standing of esteem in the SF World. No limit to the enjoyment of watching her smoke cigarettes!

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little-annie · 11 months

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Ghostly

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It started with whispers so faint he could have sworn they were nothing but the wind. Cool and quiet, ghosting over his ear with a light breeze.

It started with the subtle run of invisible fingers down his arm, tracing over muscle and flesh, setting nerves on fire for something that was just out of touch.

It started in the nights where he'd awake from the horrors of his nightmares to a sudden chill that'd linger at his side. An eerie but oddly comforting feeling that'd press against his body with intent. Pressure at his back and wrapping around his waist, a touch he'd longed for but never had the chance to experience. A touch he'd been desperate for since spring break of 86'. A touch he'd wish to experience in the aftermath of hell but never once had the opportunity before it was taken away and left to rot in the barren wasteland of the Upside Down.

A touch of a man he knows he could have grown to love.

In reality it started with glances in the halls and a twist in his gut that at the time he was yet to recognize as desire. It wasn't until years down the road with a jagged bottle pressed millimetres from spilling the source of his life at his feet that Steve Harrington recognized that need. It came in the form of piercing dark eyes, a mess of curls and skin so pale it resembled the beauty of porcelain.

But it came too late. It came in a time of distress and fear and the sheer unknowingness of survival. It came only mere hours before he watched the life drain from those very dark eyes, screams dulling around him and blood pooling in his hands.

It came and so suddenly it went. It went but it never truly faded away and when those gentle touches and brushes of what felt like fingers on his skin returned, well so did that desire.

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It was mid June when he was sitting at home alone, blissfully enjoying the rarity that was peace and quiet, when suddenly the lights flickered and the TV switched on only to flash through channels of heavy metal music videos and what only appeared to be very sudden flashes of what looked like the Upside Down.

His heart was racing in a matter of seconds. Was Vecna back? Was it something else? Was the form of sinew and stardust known to the universe as Steve Harrington about to finally perish to some unholy demonic god from another dimension?

But then the radio in the kitchen buzzed on in a surge of static. A name, one so familiar to the screams that haunted his dreams poured from its speakers in a frantic rush of words.

'Eddie,' 'Eddie,' 'Eddie.'

As if it was on repeat the man's name was chanted through the radio, its stations skipping in a fury between songs and voices, each one scratchy and hardly audible except for the definite 'Eddie,' that came through crystal clear.

Only when Steve's heart was threatening to beat out of his chest did the screaming of sound halt, the Radio buzzing stop and the TV shutting off with a flash.

"What the fuck?" He huffed to himself, trying to ease his breath when he felt pressure on the couch next to him, the scent of pine and menthols bleeding into the air around him.

He pinched his eyes shut and for a moment he could have sworn he felt Eddie's hand on his own, the unmistakable feeling of calluses and chunky metal rings against his skin.

It was a wild thought, fucking insane even, but it felt right, like whatever the hell just happened was nothing bad, nothing scary, just a ways of communication and he couldn't help but ask into the empty room around him, "Munson?"

The hand he felt on his own squeezed and he could've sworn he heard the faintest whisper of, "You betcha Big Boy."

He couldn't help the shuddered sob that racked his body as he collapsed further into the couch. This couldn't be happening, there's no way this could be real. Maybe the head injuries had finally gotten to him and he'd finally lost it.

"It's not real," he gasped to himself, only to feel the pressure on his hand tighten and a force press against his side like he was being held.

He laid like that for quite some time, trying to wrap his mind around the insanity of the situation but in reality, he'd seen so much in the last years that the idea of Eddie Munson's ghost sitting by his side wasn't such a far out thought.

It was only when he felt the gentle scratch of fingers against his scalp that his heartbeat eased and he leaned further into the touch asking a desperate, "Is it really you? How do I know it's you?"

The movement on his scalp stilled for a moment as if the being attached to it were in thought and then like it was nothing there was a gentle pressure against his cheek and a nudge against his ear, words whispered like a breeze in the air, "It's me Big Boy, don't worry your pretty little head."

But as those words were whispered and the pressure on his cheek crept to his lips, the phone rang and the tether that'd been keeping him grounded faded into nothing.

He'd gone to sleep that night thinking he was insane, the phantom touch of what he could only wish was Eddie Munson lingering on the entire left side of his body.

A week later it started again, though this time albeit much more subtle. Gentle touches and whispers of words in the breeze. He found himself confessing to the darkness of his room only to fall asleep later that night with the feeling of a hand clasped in his own.

He'd awake from the horrors of his dreams to a comforting sensation pressed into his side and eventually wrapped around his body.

The gentle touches and hardly audible voices continued for a month and it was when Steve had come to the conclusion that this couldn't be anything else but Eddie, he took his chance, whispering the words he'd longed to say into the emptiness of the world around him, "Kiss me."

The sensation of fingers dancing over his shoulder ceased, but only for a moment, the touch he'd experienced only that single day in June returned and he felt the warmth of lips on his cheek, slow, nervous as if they were unsure of Steve's conviction. But it was when Steve shuddered a breath and leaned blindly into the touch that the sensation deepened.

Still hesitant, nervous, a gentle but wanting thing.

With a slow releasing breath Steve felt what could only be a hand on his thigh and breath against his cheek, he couldn't help the whisper of a whine that escaped him, "Eddie Please."

The pressure on his cheek faded, leaving him gutted and wanting for only a moment, but a second later there was a weight settling in his lap, firm, heavy, warm. The sensation of hands resting on either side of his neck followed. Then a brush of his nose and then finally, finally a press to his lips.

Gentle and slow and so goddamn sweet. It was a kiss like none other, in the truest sense of it feeling other worldly. He swears he could taste the lingering burn of menthols on tongue, the slide of the other man's smooth with intent.

It was a heartbreaking feeling, but if this was all he could get from the Eddie Munson he once knew, he'd take it. He'd take it and hold it close to his heart and never let it go.

He sighed with the feeling of warmth in his chest, pressing his palms in the mattress below until he was fully upright, leaning with his back pressed to the headboard and a still invisible force weighing down his lap.

He couldn't imagine how ridiculous he looked, making out with a ghost, but everything about it felt so right. The heat that surrounded him, warm and wanting. The hands in his hair, unbelievably able to grasp and give a spine tingling gentle pull.

They remained that way for what could have been minutes or hours, only pulling apart when the pink hue of the sky hinted to the sun rising for the land of the living. It was then that Eddie pulled away, pressing a single lingering kiss to Steve's forehead before settling like a weight on his chest until the late hours of the morning.

It continued like that, Eddie's spirit lingering like an invisible force, stealing kisses in the emptiness of the Harrington house, ghosting fingerings through Steve's hair or stealing a peck in passing. Many times did Steve find himself standing with a firm line of pressure against his back and breath trickling over his ear, the occasional whisper of laughter breaching the barriers of the universe making their conversations seem not so one sided.

There'd be times when Eddie could talk, but they were quick, subtle things, the burst of words through the television or the radio, the man saving his greatest amounts of energy to tell Steve he's beautiful through a staticy hum.

It's the most they'd ever feel like they were together, the closest they'd get to something that could have been.

The kisses continued and the touches were ever present, but eventually Steve needed more. He wanted to feel all of Eddie, every part of him he was robbed of when he was taken from their world too soon.

It's an evening like any other, music playing quietly in the background, a tattered copy of the Hobbit in Steve's hand and gentle kisses begging to trail their way down his neck. The bed dips next to him with the weight of the man Steve knows he loves and when Eddie stops where he always does, lips halting at the collar of Steve's shirt, it's hardly even a thought when he drops the book off to the side and pulls his shirt over his head, encouraging Eddie to continue further.

It's a slow thing, beautiful and bleeding intention.

They'd learnt long ago that they can feel every ounce of the other under their fingertips, every hill, every valley, every new and old scar and raised tattoo. All it took was for Eddie to grab Steve's hand and place it on his cheek. He'd gasped at the sensation of stubble beneath his palm and couldn't help but let a few tears slip as he mapped out every feature of the man's invisible being.

Since that night he'd fall asleep with fingerings tracing the raised lines of Eddie's tattoos or combing through the softness of his curls.

But tonight he feels himself needing to feel more and when the sensation of Eddie's tongue over his nipple forces his back to arch and a gasp to break past his lips, he can't help but to say, "More. Eddie. I wanna feel more."

He might be hysterical or even absolutely insane, maybe this isn't even happening at all and he totally lost it, but logistics and sanity be damned, he wants every part of Eddie Munson that he can have.

The movement of lips and tongue and teeth on his abdomen still long enough for him to clarify, "Ed's I want you to fuck me."

There's a pause, the room's still but there's the pressure of hands on his waist and the indented of a body kneeling on the bed, it's not more than a few seconds later that the grip on his waist tightens and there's a brushing kiss being laid to his hip.

Steve watches in awe as a purple swells beneath his skin, painting him like a piece of art work as Eddie claims him as his own. Minutes later there's a watercolour of bruises littering his body, between and over each one a kiss was laid and a few even the faintest of bite marks that still indent his skin.

He'd lost his sleep shorts long ago, Eddie's artwork spread all the way from his hip to thigh to where he's now and Steve swears the man's trying to suck a hickey into the tip of his dick which only makes him wither in a delicious sort of pain.

There's gasps and moans and when he feels himself hit the back of Eddie's throat Steve knows he's already so embarrassingly close. When his back is arching off the bed and he's chanting Eddie's name like it's a prayer, the man only sends him further into orbit when there's pressure against his ass. Slow and circling and ever so slowly pressing in.

Steve knows he would've come by now, feels like he has a million times already, but he can feel Eddie's iron grip at the base of his cock stopping him from reaching release, leaving him to toe the waters of insanity as he babbles and whines for more, pressing his hips down and welcoming Eddie into his last knuckle.

The sheets are clenched in his hands, his knuckles flushing white and his throat sore from every gasp that's left his lips. He whines and withers and feels his toes curl when he assumes Eddie presses a second finger in, bobbing his head down and taking Steve to the root in the process, forcing a choked out moan to rattle through the air.

With a press of his finger to just the right spot, Eddie sends an absolutely spine tingling sensation through Steve's body. He feels himself jump and his legs shake and what he can only assume is a laugh vibrate around his length as Eddie continues.

"Are you laughing? Don't fucking lau-" Steve tries to scold through the euphoria only to be cut off with another press of Eddies fingers at turns his complaining into a breathless, "-oh fuck."

They don't continue like that for long, soon enough Steve can feel lips on his own once again as a heat and pressure settle against his ass. Moving in sync, licking lovingly into each other's mouth, he breathes out a helpless, "Please Eddie."

And it's with a gentle shuffle that there's a hand in his hair and lips locked onto his own that that pressure builds and he feels the stretch of Eddie finally pushing into him.

Down to the hilt Steve can feel the rise and fall of his own chest against Eddie's, the way the man is entirely wrapped around him with every speck of his celestial being. And then there's a push, a gentle rock of hips that forces a moan to be caught between lips.

Slowly and intentionally Eddie rocks into him, his already sensitive cock leaking against his stomach, waiting impatiently for the release it's been denied for far too long.

Eventually Eddie picks up the pace, though not much. The bed shakes around them and Steve can feel the flex of muscle beneath his finger tips, every rock of the man's hips accompanied by the twist of corded muscle under his grasp.

Lost in the moment and the feel of Eddie around him, Steve's release sneaks up on him. It's a sudden thing and when there's the pressure of ringed fingers wrapping around his dick, a single twist of a wrist is all it takes and there's heat pooling on his abdomen while comes with a choked out moan against Eddie's lips.

Not long after does the man follow behind, lips searing against his own, a grip on his waist that's sure to leave a bruise and Steve's sure he hears a shuddered breath as Eddie's body tenses above him.

They remain still for a few moments and as their chest heave together, Steve refuses to open his eyes, knowing he'll find nothing truly above him. He'd pinched them shut at some point, trying to imagine the man above him in his entirety.

He can still feel Eddie under his hands, the plains of his back, the ridges of his scars and he can't help but let a tear fall with the image of dark eyes above his own that he knows will never truly be present. In that moment he can't help but whisper, "I wish I had the chance to love you."

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It'd been months. Weeks and hours and days and seconds spent with Eddie, or at least the closest thing Steve could get to the man himself.

They'd kissed, they'd cuddled and they'd made love countless times. It was still such a wild thing, but Eddie did what he could to prove to Steve that he was real. That he was there. Real and there and loving. Leaving picked flowers on the table in the kitchen, switching the radio on for songs they'd dance to for hours.

Always leaving Steve littered in the beautiful bruising evidence of their love. Bites and fingertips pressed into flesh. A wash of purple and blues and beauty, sucked into his skin by the mouth he kissed every morning and evening. And every minute in between.

They'd visit, mostly one-sided conversations but when Eddie found the energy there'd be words whispered into Steve's ear or crackled through the static of the radio.

They were attached at the hip, or so Steve imagined he supposed. But he could always feel Eddie's presence at his side, warm and caring, a pressure leaning into his being, grounding and tethering him to the very earth.

He hadn't thought much of it when he eventually invited the whole crew of monster hunters over for a pool party.

Robin and Nancy were sitting poolside giggling about god knows what. Dustin, Mike, Lucas and Max, flailing in the pool screaming and laughing over nonsense.

Steve and his ever present loving force sat curled up on a daybed. He could feel Eddie's legs over his own, the press of lips against his cheek, but no one was the wiser and he was growing to get used to that. Something for just the two of them, though he'd never stop wishing for more.

It wasn't until the Hopper-Byers clan arrived for the first time since the whole Upside Down shit show that Steve realised that dream could be a very possible reality.

El had stopped stone cold in the doorway, looking an inch or two to Steve's right and pondering something for a moment before she turned to see Will grabbing the back of his neck and staring in the same direction.

Dark, tortured eyes now locked onto Steve, so casually did El say, "He is still there."

The entire party stilled, laughter ceasing, conversations stilling and the press of lips against Steve's cheek retreating.

He was breathless for a moment, his heart pounding, his mind racing, and maybe his face gave away something akin to confusion, because El simply continued with, "That young man, he was a hero."

Steve, among the rest of the group that were there that day, remained shell shocked but all nodded, confirming El's statement to be true.

"Do you not want to save him?"

Steve's brows furrowed and suddenly reality dawned on him, he could have Eddie. The real Eddie. With a phantom kiss to his temple and squeeze of his hand, there was a whisper of a voice in his ear, low and raspy and so completely perfect, "Come find me baby."

—

With El's and surprisingly Will's help, they'd managed to open a single gate into the Upside Down, the stench of death and decay leaking into the atmosphere as they tore a hole between the two dimensions.

Upon stepping into the nearly collapsed wasteland, Steve took in his surroundings, it was eerily quiet, but there was a call of his name, gentle and loving, like a tether pulling him in the right direction.

It seemed after they killed Vecna, the grotesque flora and fauna of the Upside Down had died along with him, leaving the rotting corpses of Demogorgan's and Demobat's littered around the once deadly hellscape.

They'd managed to open a gate deep into the woods, hoping to find shelter there if anything had come to find them, but it was a rather laughable turn of events when the voice calling Steve's name led him right back to his own home. Well the Upside Down version of it at least. He'd entered the house alone, asking everyone to wait for his call of 'all clear' before they entered but upon stepping through his bedroom door he came face to face with the last man he thought he'd ever see again.

Lying there, makeshift bandages wrapped around his torso, Steve's clothes concealing his now thinner figure was Eddie Munson. A beautiful smile across his face, a stark contrast to the world of decay around him. His eyes shone the moment they met Steve's and he moved with a wince, hand flying to clutch his side but failing to give up as he flung his body into Steve's.

Steve held him as tight as he could manage without inflicting any more pain, burying his face in Eddie's shoulder as they held each other and let the tears fall and stain their skin with salt and the words they've managed to let go unsaid.

It wasn't much longer though that Steve felt lips on his own, skin soft and stained with tears, finally pressed together. He shuddered a breath, tears streaming down his cheeks as he choked out an unbelieving laugh, their embrace more teeth than anything as they leaned into one another, smiling, bodies held so close for the first time

Steve had so many questions. How was this all possible, being the main one. None of this made sense, but as Eddie's lips pressed to his again and the warmth of the man in his arms flooded his heart, Steve's need to know faded.

And it was with a soft kiss to his nose, and dark brown eyes looking into his own, that Steve knew he'd finally get his chance to love Eddie Munson.

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lucidmagic · 1 year

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I’ve been watching art restoration/crafting/blacksmith videos on Youtube lately and now I have a cute Donna and Phyto!Reader AU.

Donna is a Doll maker/art restoration Youtuber with a decent sized following (not in the millions but definitely has five to six figures in the community). No one has heard her voice (she uses a voice filter or just captions), seen her face, or even know where she is from. But she’s popular because her work is fantastic and it is clear she is knowledgeable (also because she has swoon-worthy hands, and sapphics love her-- she’s flattered but flustered when she learns of this). People have also noticed she has a favorite doll (Angie) and it has become a game with her and her followers-- a ‘where’s Angie’ in every new video. Angie plushies are a staple in Donna’s fan shop.

Anyway, Phyto’s Guide Reader is working at the botanical gardens in the city and does their research. Sometimes in the lab, they relax with Donna’s videos which often has nice music and ASMR sounds. A dear fan and subscriber for years and they often comment on Donna’s videos, to which Donna has recognized the username whenever she gets a notification and has replied on multiple occasions. Reader is also known in the community to give facts about the types of wood/plant based stuff Donna uses and gives recommendations/techniques for them. Donna has implemented some of these facts/techniques in some videos.

Eventually, through some plot I don’t care to think too hard on, the two DM one another over something relating to both of their fields and it starts an online friendship. Over the course of months and years. Reader sometimes sends sample woods to Donna to feature in her next project and Donna sends little knickknacks of scraps from her labors.

Then one day, months/years later, Donna sends a DM and is like ‘you work at this place right?’ and Reader is like ‘yeah???’ and Donna responds with ‘I mayyyyy be in the area for business related things’ and of course the Reader is like ‘o-O’

Parasocial crush in town???? Holy fuck, act cool, be cool.

A few DMs later, they agree to meet. Because honestly, if either of them were serial killers and targeting the other, there has to be easier ways than stringing someone along for years, you know?

Anyways, the day of the botanical gardens meeting comes and both are nervous as hell. And they finally set eyes on one another (’how will I recognize you?’ Donna: ‘if you see a pale-ass woman and think damn she must be mentally-ill, that’ll be me.')

They both immediately think:

*parasocial crush increases by 9000%*

They’re a bit giddy meeting each other and it‘s slightly awkward for a moment, but quickly they shake it off. Reader gives Donna a tour of the gardens and Donna takes the Reader to lunch and they just... talk.... and just click.

Eventually, Donna has to return home, numbers are exchanged, but she makes sure to visit again in the future. And again. And again.... and again....

. . .

A few years later, Donna uploads a regular video, her loyal subscriber base has grown naturally, and Angie is still her page’s mascot. Privately, the Reader and her got over their tip-toeing and started dating. Everything is normal... until...

“Wait... is Donna wearing an engagement ring?”

“DONNA GOT ENGAGED DONNA GOT ENGAGED”

“holy fuck someone knows her face”

“CONGRATS DONNA”

“OUR DONNA IS GETTING MARRIED”

“When’s the wedding?????”

“the lesbians are QUAKING”

“Fiance reveal?”

“When the fuck did this happen???”

“NEW DONNA LORE JUST DROPPED YA’LL”

#lol #idk where this came from #Donna being a mysterious youtuber just fits okay?#phyto's guide AU #my fic #donna beneviento #donna beneviento x reader #donna beneviento x gardener #lady donna beneviento #re8 donna #re8 donna beneviento #lucidmagic #phyto's guide

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vipsonly · 4 months

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Venus moves into Scorpio.

In Vedic Astrology, Venus just moved into Scorpio! Now is a time of deep passionate love. Although it may not always be said, it is constantly felt. It is unconditional love OR can be extremely toxic and terrible. Remember: If it hurts, it isn't love. Check below to know how it effects you individually.

Venus transits 1h / Scorpio Ascendant

You are entering a time of feeling good about yourself and the way you look. You also are feeling really good about who you are. Many people are taking notice of your attributes and you may receives lots of compliments. People are highly attracted to you during this time and may flirt with you. Old friends reach out and want to make plans. Distant friends contact you more to create deeper bonds. Love is coming in! Abundance comes in from your outer world.

Venus transits 2h / Libra Ascendant

Money and financial abundance is coming you. You are feeling secure financially and in concern to material possessions. This is a good time to acknowledge how you feel emotionally and if you're secure in that area. How do you feel about yourself? Where do you feel insecure? You are going to be working hard diligently and silently. You're making big moves.

Venus transits 3h / Virgo Ascendant

You are getting more involved in your community! Maybe you are helping out neighbors, or maybe you're taking on a position in your local organization. Or maybe you're just hanging out with your siblings more. Now is a good time for short travels and quick trips, be spontaneous. Also be open to communications and confessions of love... <3

Venus transits 4h / Leo Ascendant

Happiness and love in your family and home life. Your mother or other maternal figure may be going through a great period right now that is attributing to your good feelings. It's possible there's some sort of fertility in the family, but that's only for some. You may spend more time at home right now, it's okay to relax. You're eating more and drinking more. Indulge in the finer things in life!

Venus transits 5h / Cancer Ascendant

Possible new love interests coming in! If in a committed relationship then look out for some romantic gestures <3. You may be indulging in different forms of entertainment like films, movies, videos, songs, plays, music, etc. Enjoy it, follow your curiosity.

Venus transits 6h / Gemini Ascendant

You are developing new routines! Everyday was getting boring so you're switching it up a bit to create a more comfortable routine. The way you were living before just wasn't realistic or sustainable. Also you may be getting a new pet or pet-sitting during this time :)

Venus transits 7h / Taurus Ascendant

Watch out! Love is in the air! Love from the past may return, new love may be found, or seeds may be planted for a later love. Beware of triggers and past emotions resurfacing. It's likely to happen. Take a deep breath in and out. Instead of worrying about if they like you, ask yourself if you even like them. Get to know them. If you are in a committed relationship, it is becoming deeper. Superficiality is being cut out OR the surface/tip of the iceberg is being embraced. With Scorpio it's all or nothing. Your connections are about to be boring as hell or completely alter the course of your life.

Venus transits 8h / Aries Ascendant

You are changing habits and going through a transformation. You are asking yourself: How can I nurture myself more? You are giving yourself more life and more love. This is a beautiful energy actually! You may lose some relations and reconsider the way you feel about people in your life. Embrace the change you're going through. Embrace this mini-death. It'll be okay, you've been through more.

Venus transits 9h / Pisces Ascendant

Your curiosity is guiding you! You may be studying something right now. Maybe this is formally through schooling or just on your own time. You're investigating and further discovering. This is also higher knowledge so you may be learning more about religion or spirituality. You are feeling good and taking a light journey. You are aware that there is no rush and you're eager to be a student of life.

Venus transits 10h / Aquarius Ascendant

This is an amazing time for your career! You're making huge moves and it'll pay off! You may get a new job, a new promotion, or some sort of new opportunity. If you have interviews scheduled, trust they'll go well! Embrace opportunities that come your way! This is a great time to expand your public image :)

Venus transits 11h / Capricorn Ascendant

You are deepening your connections with your community, organizations, and friends! You are also further deepening your vision of the future. Where you see yourself in 5 years? What's your plan for next year to work toward that vision? Your friends are supporting you right now and your aspirations. Dream big, imagine reaching your highest potential!

Venus transits 12h / Sagittarius Ascendant

Past loves and connections may resurface. They may pop up in the 3D-Physically OR they may haunt you mentally. Now is a time to do shadow work and ground yourself. You will feel really good some times but awful other times. This is going to be a hard but extremely healing time. If you hold a lot of grief in your heart this is going to be painful. Now is a time to feel, release, then heal. Come to terms with who you have let go, who has walked away from you, and who has made you angry or hurt you. Acknowledge all the feelings you hold and forgive yourself too. Take time everyday to silence your mind and tune into the knowledge within.

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historia-vitae-magistras · 5 months

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🎮 🎻 🚫 🍔 for my north american trio

🎮 VIDEO GAME CONTROLLER — what are three of your OC's favourite hobbies?

Mari - I've always had a very enlightenment-era baby intellectual bent to her. So, reading and participating in literary culture and criticism over time returned to Juana Inés de la Cruz. There's a mix of her old-school education and folk culture in her love and talent for art. She's got a real knack for beekeeping, too.

Alfred - Lives and dies by his love of math and engineering; he was getting twitchy with the lack of Calculus right before Isaac Newton got on that shit finally, so he became an eternal tinkerer. He loves a good drive and a sky-watching session.

Matt - Woodworking, gardening, hiking.

🎻 VIOLIN — does your oc play any instruments? What is their skill level (beginner/intermediate/advanced/virtuoso/etc)?

In childhood, Maria played the vihuela and baroque guitar and later picked up the bajo de uña and the resulting base guitar. I don't know why I associate her with a drumset, but I like that mental image for some reason, too. She's excellent on all of them.

Alfred is one of those types who skipped from hobby to hobby to hobby as a child and has picked up practically every instrument at some point or another. He played the fucking church organ sometimes, especially when he was feeling weird about religion.

Matt - He's pretty goddamn good on a fiddle, and he can hold a tune, but most of his music is meant for some type of work and the folk scenes are pretty disparate so it's kind of hard to nail down a specifically Canadian musical instrument that hasn't been by and large surpassed by the US.

🚫 PROHIBITED — does your oc drink/smoke? Do they do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?

Mari - She does mostly beer with some harder alcohol, I think. Not very high consumption; she strikes me as more of a social drinker on special occasions. She can party, but I think she has some pretty hard limits on anything more than the very mainstream.

Alfred - He flies between teetotaller and binge drinker, like that with most things. He can go years with just drinking, but my man likes his stimulants, alas. But the very functional kind. He can

Matt - He would rather not be sober in general.

🍔 HAMBURGER — is your oc good at cooking? are they good at baking? Which one do they prefer?

Mari is pretty good at both but doesn't do it as much as people might think. She's been a very urbanized society for a very long time and various kinds of communal cooking. She knows the best places for Pescado a la talla or who makes the best tlacoyos in the tianguis nearest her primary home but all over the place. I don't know if she'd prefer one or the other. A thought I had is that some of her best cooking exploits are for herself. She participates in a communal culture where cooking and baking are the realm of women in many ways, so being alone in the kitchen and experimenting with her own arroz con leche or barbacoa varieties is an almost self-care ritual she holds.

Alfred - Def more of a cook than a baker. He can bake when he wants to; it's just following the steps of a recipe, but he could be more motivated by domestic things for their own sake. He will cook and bake when people are over, and people are often surprised at the quality of what makes it onto the table. He can eat seven-layer salad and jello monstrosities at a Southern or Midwest table or pull out a Napa Valley salad and wine pairing much to the ire of the old world. Food is one of the few things his hyper-individualism has yet to completely destroy.

Matt - Surprisingly good baker and cook, but not really anything anyone would write home about. Except maybe bread, he bakes a lot of bread and has had a freakishly high consumption of it since the 18th century, so archeologists can tell the bones from the New Englanders who ate a lot more corn. Not exactly internationally renowned for anything except poutine and weed scones, though, rest in pieces. If you've ever eaten anything you thought was pretty good at the time but will never ever think about again, that's Matt in the kitchen, except when he busts out the rye bread but even then no one will really believe he made it.

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#the ask box || probis pateo #Maria || lo que viví lo estoy muriendo todavía #Alfred || o beautiful for spacious skies #Matthew || my country is winter

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skipppppy · 11 months

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Anyway I’m bored and Carmen Sandiego renaissance is on the brain. What are these characters like when they aren’t focused on the main plot?? Non VILE/ACME/Caper related dialogue seems so few and far between.. I wish we got to see their lives outside work. So I made some headcanons abt it

CARMEN

Player was her first exposure to the outside world so she probably holds a lot of his nerdy interests close to her heart. She’s not the best at video games but plays them regardless. She especially enjoys sci-fi horror movies from the 80s that go big on practical effects

Finding random trivia about different countries is genuinely one of her favourite hobbies. The little info segments she does are not part of the edutainment show. She is genuinely just like that. This woman is a trove of fun facts please let her unleash them upon you

In the same vein she LOVES quizzes. After missions she will drag Team Red to any bar doing a trivia night in her vicinity and will wipe the floor with everyone there. Fear her

Enjoys people watching. It’s why she’s so good at charming strangers despite her socially stunted upbringing. She’ll sit alone in a busy train station for hours and watch everyone pass her by

PLAYER

Look. We know this kid is a nerd. It’s canon. But which niche of nerdiness does he fall into exactly?

Despite being an avid gamer he isn’t very competitive about it. He prefers single player rpgs, especially ones with active modding scenes. He doesn’t even know what vanilla Skyrim looks like he probably wasn’t even born yet when it released

He will, however, duo queue with Carmen on unranked Overwatch. They are both terrible at it and think it’s the funniest shit

Enjoys sitting back and watching a good speedrun. Will have a video of someone doing a stupid BOTW challenge in the background while he hacks security cameras and such

Runs a DnD campaign for Team Red which they’re all crazy invested in. Shadowsan is the only one who doesn’t care for it but he keeps rolling nat 20’s on the dumbest shit and derailing the campaign and he finds everyone’s reactions too entertaining to stop. They have a rivalry only a DM and a stupidly lucky rogue could have

ZACK

We already know he’s kind of a meathead that enjoys sports and cars and cheesy action movies but I also think he has a lot of softer hobbies that he keeps to himself bc he knows they won’t take him seriously

He’s a secret crocheter. He’ll mend the team’s clothes when they rip but that’s the extent of their knowledge. He’ll sit for hours by himself and knit while listening to music. Sometimes Shadowsan will find a new pair of socks in his bag. When Carmen got sick once she woke up with a handmade blanket draped over her. Ivy has her suspicions but doesn’t wanna intrude

He loves animals. He never really brings it up because no one ever asks. He always checks out local zoos and aquariums if he has the chance. Grew up watching Steve Irwin-esque nature shows and still does to this day

His love of eating is less out of greed and more his own form of cultural appreciation. Idk what happened to his and Ivy’s parents but for reasons he can’t explain their cooking is one of the few things he hasn’t forgotten, so he has a lot of sentimental food-based memories. And experiencing other countries cuisine connects him with that

IVY

PERIOD DRAMAS. They don’t have to be good they just have to be steamy. She enjoys the hot women in pretty dresses. She and Carmen watch Bridgerton together and laugh about how historically inaccurate it is

She LOVES renfaires and similar high fantasy roleplaying communities. Someone please buy this woman a suit of armour

As an engineering prodigy AND fantasy buff she has a massive interest in Blacksmithing and Swords. That’s her designated lesbian hobby. She’s been trying to politely worm her way into a conversation with Shadowsan about the blade he returned to his brother for months now but isn’t sure if it’s too personal of a topic for him so she’s nervous

Her sweet tooth encompasses more than just chocolate. She’s secretly grateful to Zack since he takes most of the flack for being a glutton. She makes note of any bakeries they pass by on capers so she can come back later in secret and go ham on the pastries

SHADOWSAN

I think his interest in Samurai history starts and ends with his love for Hideo. He’ll happily discuss it and he’s studied it passionately, but out of a sense of respect and duty to do right by the brother he betrayed

He will NEVER, EVER admit it to anyone but he genuinely misses the adrenaline rush from committing petty crimes. He was a criminal for over 20 years. Lifestyles are hard to shake and change isn’t linear. He’d never succumb to impulse but he’s just kinda bored

He microdoses on the urge by pranking people. Everyone always blames Zack so he never gets caught. He also enjoys sneaking up on people and making them jump. He’ll always insist it’s unintentional. It isn’t

He’ll read and meditate and train to keep himself centred but he’s still a rowdy young punk at heart. Team Red is the first taste of freedom he’s had after a lifetime of VILE faculty monitoring him. The first thing he bought for himself after settling in at the San Diego HQ was a motorbike. The second was a new tattoo. The third was a potentially lethal amount of whiskey that he drank in one sitting

JULIA

We know she has a passion for history outside her work in Law Enforcement so she definitely goes to all kinds of museums in her free time. She’s the kind of person who enjoys learning just for the sake of learning (she and Carmen have that in common)

Outside of that she’s surprisingly good at karaoke? She gets stage fright but really likes singing and will go all out if you hype her up. Her taste in music is the exact opposite of her appearance and personality. Lots and lots of death metal

An aficionado for different types of tea. She keeps like 10 flavours in her house at all times. She especially likes floral ones that taste light and sweet. She hates iced tea with a passion though

Goes to botanical gardens whenever the weather is warm and the season is right. She likes the history of the old manor houses but she also loves admiring the landscaping and the blooming flowers. She could sit on a bench surrounded by local flora and fauna for hours

DEVINEAUX

Chase is an entirely different person when he’s off the clock. The unhinged high-energy maniac who froths at the mouth about La Femme Rouge goes dormant once he gets home. Especially after he got stranded on VILE island. That really gave him some introspection about work/life balance

The biggest, softest, sappiest hopeless romantic you will ever meet in your life. Passion is just part of his nature and he gets his heart broken A LOT. It’s why he throws himself into his work

He’s a really good chef. Like REALLY good. Before he was a cop he did a few summers as a line cook in his teen years and he retained most of the knowledge. His pantry is STACKED and he tries out recipes he picked up from his ACME travels in his free time. He’s a tad snobby about it because he’s French but you will not complain about the stuff he feeds you

Old movie enjoyer. His favourites are film noirs, cheesy romances, creepy eastern european animation and german expressionism. He has a fervent hatred of Marvel

Also one of those insane people who get up at 5am to do cardio. One morning before a mission he met Agent Zari with barely a glisten of sweat on his forehead and sadly informed her that he only got to run 15k and he wished he had time to do more. That was the first time she ever knew fear

#carmen sandiego 2019 #cs #player cs #zack cs #ivy cs #shadowsan #julia argent #chase devineaux

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ICYMI We dropped "Jackass: The Naughty Cuts" on the discord a couple days ago!

We were recently given permission to share a completed restoration project of the Jackass TV series completed by online users SpaceDougMan & Lawful. Jackass: The Naughty Cuts is a superior remastering of the show than the previously released and highly regarded "TURD edition."

The restoration uses multiple sources available of the show to piece together a superior restoration of the show than previously avaliable through TURD or official sources like paramount + or MTV.

You'll find it on the Vault server in our #content-links channel.

Here's some more information provided through a text file from the original project runner...

Jackass: The Uncensored Naughty Collection (restoration)

Author SpacemanDoug Date 18-Dec-2022, 5:22 PM

Some of you may be wondering “wait didn’t someone else attempt to restore this show?” and yes while that is true, there were unfortunately some major missteps in the wrong direction and some oversights made as well by the person who made the initial “Turd Collection” batch. But first I’m going to go into a bit of how I made my versions. It turns out that, a fact that apparently a lot are unaware of, that Paramount+ returns the show to its original TV format for the first time in a long time. Unfortunately there are still some major issues with these versions like censorship and a ton of music replacement. What ended up happening this time around was whenever a sketch from an episode would be cut, most of the time to fill in the missing minutes, MTV would use a repeated version of a sketch from a previous or future episode. There was even one instance where a sketch was repeated twice in two censored episodes. Either way, you won’t find any of that here. There were also several episodes where the MTV audio sounded better than the Paramount+ audio, so in music instances of those episodes, despite not being replaced I still used the MTV audio.

Another topic I wanted to go into and one reason why I decided to make entire ground up restorations is the framerate. For an unknown reason, the versions from the Turd Collection were rendered at an incorrect framerate (576i which is PAL and not the native NTSC framerate), de-noised, and deinterlaced. All of these are major red flags if one wants to properly restore taped material, because whenever you watch his versions, the framerate is all janked and jumpy, so in my versions I just left everything “as is” (video noise and all) and to me it gives off a MUCH smoother framerate than what was there before. The turd version was also still missing footage in every episode, namely the “coming up next” segments and the fade-ins, though I don’t entirely blame this person for this issue either as he clearly didn’t have all of the same sources I did because the old TV captures he used were missing all of them and I had alternative TV sources that restored all of them (though the Paramount+ versions had almost all of them intact anyway, only a few were missing fortunately). As a result, every episode will on average be about 30 seconds longer than what the Turd Collection has to offer (the Gumball Rally special is a damn near minute and a half longer though). There was also another oversight which was they were seemingly unaware that the “WARNING” skull that was present in the opening and fade-ins of episodes was different in the first season and the first four episodes of the second season, so I restored the versions originally used here as well. Also other minor oversights like additional “don’t try this at home” texts added to stunts after the original broadcasts that he accidentally included in those versions were addressed here as well.

I used almost all of the same sources the Turd Collection used to try to achieve the least amount of upscaled TV footage as possible. Unfortunately I didn’t have access to their Amazon source or what’s listed as the “CDVD” source, so as a result, there were a few small instances where I still ended up using their work because it looked better than the TV footage. So credit goes to them as a direct result of this. However, fortunately of the 7 stunts in those versions that required upscaling from the MTV recordings, only 2 required that here (not counting instances of when I used MTV footage for a missing moment or one of the “small” sketches) and both were in the first season. One thing I also did was on Paramount+, every episode had a “this show is airing in its original form with outdated social norms” screen on it in the openings that I also decided to remove and so you won’t find it in my versions anywhere.

Said stunts and the sources I used are: -Human BBQ (MTV sourced) -Up in Flames (was intact on Paramount+) -The Poo Hug (MTV sourced) -Taxi 1 (was intact on Paramount+) -Hockey Check (was intact on Paramount+) -Night Monkey 2 (was mostly intact on Paramount+) -The Abduction (was provided as a special feature on one of the DVD releases so I used that source)

Another thing I have to go into is the sources I had access to. If it wasn’t for the OT.com user “lawful”, this restoration wouldn’t have been possible one bit. He provided me with everything outside of the TV captures and helped me achieve the best restoration possible for this series. So big giant thanks to him for making this project possible. Also gotta give credit to the creator of the Turd Collection restorations, since as I said earlier I did use some of their work (in those instances, their work will be labeled as the Turd source) still I gotta give credit to them and also I used their cut report to figure out where I could find sketches at (like if they were on The Lost Tapes DVD or the Volume 1-3 DVD versions). I decided to make a cut report of my own as well, to get an idea of how much work was exactly needed to be done to get the show back to its original state compared to what’s available officially on Paramount+

If interested, please either reply here or PM me.

Season 1: This season was definitely the most butchered out of all of them, almost every episode was missing at least one stunt/sketch and had the most re-assembly required. Even the intro was censored where a shot of a woman puking was replaced with Knoxville covering himself in tomato juice (I restored the original puking shot to every episode before you ask). I’d dare say the second and fourth episodes are the most butchered of the entire series, they required the most work alone. This entire season also originally aired with an alternative silent version of the opening “WARNING” screen (which was also used for the fade-ins) so I restored that to every episode as well.

-Episode 1: 0:00 - 0:11: original “welcome to Jackass” intro (taken from The Lost Tapes) (replaced with a repeat from episode 2) 0:34: brief amount of MTV footage used to restore original fade from the intro 0:35 - 0:42: “WARNING” screen restored to its original spot along with the original variant used unique to the episode 0:42 - 2:55: original song 1:37 - 1:42: small amount of footage of clerk playing on guitar (taken from the re-edited episode 2) 3:20 - 6:45: three different songs restored to three different scenes 6:45 - 6:52: original “coming up next” segment restored (footage taken from the re-edited episode 2) 7:08 - 9:20: original song 9:38 - 11:31: original song 11:39 - 13:02: Wee Man Oompa Loompa skateboard parody restored (footage taken from the Lost Tapes but MTV audio used due to sounding better) 13:23 - 14:47: original song 14:57 - 16:37: original song

-Episode 2: 0:48 - 3:07: original roller jump sketch restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 3, taken from The Lost Tapes, MTV audio used due to sounding better), no music replaced 1:23 - 1:34: MTV footage mixed in due to the bar covering the doctor’s face differing from the lost tapes version of the sketch 5:03 - 5:12: original “Naked Dave” scene restored using the Turd source (replaced with a repeat from episode 1) 5:13 - 6:07: original Bam Margera trampoline stunt restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 3), no music replaced (taken from The Lost Tapes, MTV audio used) 6:22 - 6:32: original “coming up next” segment restored (replaced with a repeat from the original version of episode 1) 6:50 - 7:26: music wasn’t replaced surprisingly, but the MTV capture was a lot better quality audio wise than the Paramount+ version so I ended up using the MTV audio 7:27 - 10:36: original “human barbeque” segment restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 1) 10:45 - 11:21: original Dave England segment restored (taken from the Volume 1 DVD), (replaced with a repeat from episode 1, funnily enough this was the cut “Oompa Loompa” parody by Wee Man, though of course the song audio is altered) 11:23 - 13:49: original song restored 14:08 - 14:12: original naked run segment restored using the Turd source 14:13 - 15:03: again surprisingly the song wasn’t replaced but I still used the MTV audio because it sounded a lot better than the Paramount+ audio 16:39 - 17:40: ditto 20:08 - 20:16: original “on the next Jackass” segment restored 21:02 - 21:30: MTV audio used due to sounding better than the Paramount+ audio 21:19 - 21:26: original credits footage restored (taken from the Lost Tapes bonus disk)

-Episode 3:

4:51 - 5:23: original song 7:07 - 7:18: original song 7:57 - 9:57: original song 10:02 - 10:19: original song 10:20 - 11:18: original song 11:35 - 11:52: original song 17:02 - 17:30: original song 18:48 - 19:50: original song

-Episode 4:. 1:16 - 1:23: Bam Margera segment restored using MTV footage (the Turd source footage actually looked worse in this instance) 2:01 - 3:59: original song 4:00 - 4:36: no music altered but MTV audio sounded a lot better 4:44 - 4:50: Turd source footage used to take out a warning text that was added to the Paramount+ version 4:51 - 5:28: again, no music altered but the MTV audio sounded a lot better 5:29 - 7:12: original poo hug segment restored (replaced with a repeat segment from episode 1) 7:47 - 8:04: original song 9:07 - 9:31: original song 9:07 - 9:27: missing fight footage restored (taken from The Lost Tapes) 9:32 - 9:54: missing Ryan Dunn segment restored (partially taken from The Lost Tapes, the last portion from the MTV recording, some additional restoration work done to restore name text and skull logo) 9:55 - 12:42: original Poo Poo Platter segment restored and used MTV audio due to the music slightly differing (taken from The Lost Tapes) (replaced with a repeat segment from episode 1) 15:02 - 16:05: MTV audio used due to sounding a lot better 15:58 - 16:03: missing footage restored 16:05 - 16:29: original Dave England segment restored (taken from The Lost Tapes) 16:30 - 20:20: original egg eating contest footage restored (footage taken mostly from the volume 1 DVD) (replaced with repeats from episodes 1 and 3) 16:48: small bit of footage restored using the MTV recording (no the jump cut was not an error on my part, it’s actually part of the source) 20:12 - 20:20: original “on the next Jackass” segment restored 20:21 - 21:23: used footage from the Lost Tapes bonus disk for the credits sequence, audio is from the MTV recording

-Episode 5: 3:14 - 3:50: original Chris Raab segment restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 1) (taken from The Lost Tapes) 5:37 - 5:41: brief amount of footage restored (taken from the Volume 1 DVD extras) 10:34 - 11:38: original song 11:38 - 11:44: original naked Dave segment restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 3) 13:18 - 13:26: original “coming up next” segment restored 17:45 - 20:05: original poo dive segment restored (replaced with a repeat from episode 3) (taken from the Volume 1 DVD)

-Episode 6: 2:59 - 3:22: original song 3:29 - 3:37: original song 6:46 - 7:13: original song 7:39 - 7:44: “coming up next” segment restored 8:36 - 9:39: original song 9:58 - 10:18: original song 10:36 - 11:01: original song 11:10 - 12:13: original song 13:04 - 13:36: original song 15:30 - 15:48: original song 17:04 - 17:35: original song 18:04 - 20:06: original song 20:07 - 20:17: “on the next Jackass” segment restored 20:43 - 20:59: original marching band audio restored

-Episode 7: 3:13 - 3:18: original Bam Margera segment restored (footage taken from The Lost Tapes, MTV audio used) 7:30 - 7:42: restored Ryan Dunn segment (footage taken from The Lost Tapes, MTV audio used) 12:34 - 12:40: restored Bam Margera segment (footage taken from The Lost Tapes, MTV audio used)

-Episode 8: 0:50 - 2:00: original song 2:14 - 2:22: MTV footage used to remove a “don’t try this at home” message that wasn’t in the original broadcast 3:35 - 5:29: original song 5:42 - 7:03: original song 7:18 - 7:32: MTV footage used to remove a “don’t try this at home” message that wasn’t in the original broadcast 9:40 - 10:29: original song 11:01 - 11:10: Lost Tapes footage used to remove a “don’t try this at home” message that wasn’t in the original broadcast 17:16 - 17:45: original song 17:52 - 20:28: original song

Season 2: This season didn’t require nearly as much work as the first season did though some major censorship still happened. However, similar to the first season, a shot of Dave England puking was censored in the intro of these episodes (replaced with a shot of one of the guys rolling down the street on a toilet), so I restored the original shot to every episode as well. Also the first four episodes had an earlier, alternate version of the “WARNING” crossbones screen (which includes an alternate voice over for it) compared to the one seen in the second half of this season and the third season. Unfortunately the source I had for it wasn’t nearly as good as the alternate skull variant in the first season, so I had to do a tiny bit of reconstructing to restore it, but needless to say it’s back in the first four episodes now. Two episodes of this season though have the most baffling edits I’ve seen of the show, which is that both episodes for whatever reason have their proper season intros replaced with the season 1 intro, which makes 0 sense to me but either way I restored the correct intro to those episodes.

-Episode 9: 7:48 - 7:56: original song (very sloppily replaced in the Paramount+ version I have to say) 7:57 - 8:03: original “coming up next” segment restored 8:52 - 10:12: original song 11:37 - 13:45: song wasn’t replaced but the MTV audio sounded a lot better so it’s been utilized 14:13 - 15:34: original song 15:35 - 17:55: MTV audio used due to sounding a lot better than the Paramount+ audio (the latter even has some missing sound effects)

-Episode 10: 3:32 - 4:10: original fire extinguisher segment restored though some restoration work had to be used to restore the crossbones skull logo (primarily taken from The Lost Tapes, replaced with a repeat segment from episode 3) 3:43 - 3:48 some MTV footage had to be used along with the aforementioned crossbones logo being restored 10:20 - 10:32: original Bam Margera segment restored (mostly taken from The Lost Tapes, replaced with a repeat segment from episode 3)

-Episode 11: 3:04 - 3:17: original song 3:45 - 6:00: music specific moments used MTV audio due to sounding better than the Paramount+ audio (music itself remained unaltered) 6:29 - 7:46: original song 11:30 - 12:04: MTV audio used due to sounding better than the Paramount+ audio (music itself remained unaltered) 15:40 - 16:39: original song

-Episode 12: 7:04 - 8:34: original song

-Episode 13:

1:57 - 3:28: original song (funnily enough the replacement is a cover version of this song) 3:05 - 3:13: MTV footage used to remove a “don’t try this at home” text not in the original broadcast 4:26 - 5:00: original song along with Phil’s singing and whistling are restored 11:45 - 12:19: original Raab Himself segment restored (taken from the Volume 2 DVD, replaced with a repeat segment from episode 15) 12:29 - 12:33: footage from the Turd source used to remove a “Tony Hawk is a professional” text not in the original broadcast 13:53 - 14:01: original “coming up next” segment restored 17:51 - 20:07: original Milk Challenge segment restored (taken from The Lost Tapes) (replaced with a repeat segment from episode 15) 18:03 - 19:52: original song 21:10 - 21:15: original credits footage restored (taken from The Lost Tapes special features)

-Episode 14: 3:23 - 3:40: original Dave England segment restored (taken from the Volume 2 DVD) (replaced with a repeat segment from episode 15) 7:31 - 9:24: original song 9:25 - 9:43: original Steve-O segment restored (taken from The Lost Tapes) 10:38 - 10:42: brief amount of footage restored using the MTV recording 11:35 - 11:36: very very brief amount of footage restored using the MTV recording 11:35 - 13:48: original Human Raft segment restored (footage taken from The Lost Tapes) (replaced with a repeat segment from episode 1) 11:35 - 13:48: original song 13:56 - 14:34: original song 18:01 - 19:25: music not replaced but MTV audio used due to sounding better 20:26 - 21:30: original unaltered credits footage restored (taken from The Lost Tapes special features) 20:52 - 21:30: MTV audio used due to having the audio for the unaltered footage and sounding better

-Episode 15:

0:36 - 1:00: proper season 2 intro restored (replaced with season 1 intro) 1:41 - 3:46: original song 4:00 - 5:03: original song 7:21 - 8:04: original song 8:05 - 10:14: original song 16:38 - 17:10: original song 18:29 - 20:13: original song

-Episode 16:

0:24 - 0:49: proper season 2 intro restored (replaced with the season 1 intro) 1:02 - 2:04: original song 2:31 - 2:44: original song 3:08 - 3:26: original song 4:22 - 5:28: original song 5:36 - 6:56: original song 11:07 - 13:31: original song 15:37 - 16:23: original song 16:41 - 17:23: original song 17:26 - 18:52: original song 19:26 - 20:26: original song (the altered song ended up bleeding into the “on the next Jackass” segment so that got fixed too) 20:35 - 20:42: original song

Season 3: This season was the least edited in terms of censorship, but some censorship still occurred. Like for example, almost all references to Brad Pitt were removed in the episodes he appeared in (to the point of covering his face with a black bar in shots with his face). However, this season was the absolute worst with music edits because every episode pretty much had almost every single song removed. Also similar to the second season, a few episodes for some unexplainable reason replaced the season 3 intro with the one used in season 1. Also similar to the first two seasons, a shot of Dave England puking has been replaced with a shot of Johnny Knoxville falling down stairs while naked (which is actually the version used for the rest of the episodes for this season), but it’s fortunate that this only affected the first episode of this season. I also chose to utilize the DVD version of the Gumball Rally special because the audio sounded much better and for another unexplainable reason, the Paramount+ version is severely zoomed in on all four sides while the DVD was not. Neither was completely uncut, but they didn’t have cuts in the same place, so no TV footage had to be upscaled to make the complete episode. (funnily enough the DVD was less cut than the Paramount+ version)

-Episode 17:

0:43 - 1:06: proper season 3 intro restored (replaced with season 1 intro) 0:59 - 1:02: alternate/differently edited shots restored to the intro (taken from their native episodes) 1:09 - 1:25: original song 2:10 - 2:39: original song 2:45 - 4:40: original song 5:03 - 7:11: original song 7:53 - 10:43: original song 10:44 - 10:57: original song 11:40 - 12:01: original song 12:11 - 12:23: original song 12:50 - 13:05: original song 14:31 - 14:53: original song 14:54 - 15:07: original “coming up next” segment restored 16:30 - 16:52: original song 16:53 - 20:21: original omelette segment restored (taken from the Volume 3 DVD) (replaced with repeats from episode 15) 20:22 - 20:30: original “on the next Jackass” segment restored using the Turd source 20:30 - 21:21: original credits footage restored (taken from The Lost Tapes special features) (funnily enough the audio remained unchanged), a hilariously sloppy edit was a single frame of one of the “original” shots that was altered still snuck in the Paramount+ version

-Episode 18:

2:41 - 4:20: original song 4:49 - 6:21: original song 6:21 - 7:40: no music replaced but the MTV audio sounded better 7:44 - 7:48: MTV audio used because Paramount+ audio cut out too early 8:13 - 8:29: no music replaced but the MTV audio sounded better 9:01 - 9:31: no music replaced but the MTV audio sounded better 10:08 - 11:00: original song 14:04 - 14:12: MTV audio used because Paramount+ audio cut out too early

-Episode 19: 0:37 - 1:01: proper season 3 intro restored (replaced with season 1 intro) 1:29 - 1:59: original song 2:48 - 4:37: original song 4:38 - 6:10: original song 9:39 - 10:57: original song 12:35 - 13:45: original song 14:10 - 15:24: original song

-Episode 20: 1:10 - 3:31: original song 4:12 - 5:46: original song 8:54 - 10:02: original song 10:16 - 10:57: original song 12:09 - 12:18: original song 12:32 - 15:03: original song 16:33 - 17:35: no music replaced but the MTV audio sounded better

-Episode 21: 4:28 - 6:42: original song 7:00 - 8:13: original song 13:43 - 15:14: original song 15:40 - 17:14: original song

-Episode 22: 0:56 - 2:48: original song 2:49 - 3:26: original song 4:37 - 5:17: original song 13:59 - 14:37: original song 16:16 - 16:41: original song

-Episode 23: 3:53 - 4:39: original song 7:52 - 8:09: original “coming up next” segment and commercial fade-in intro restored using Paramount+ footage 8:37 - 9:14: original song 10:24 - 11:10: original song 14:46 - 15:41: original song 15:42 - 16:02: original “coming up next” segment and commercial fade-in intro restored using Paramount+ footage 24:49 - 25:27: original song 25:28 - 25:50: original “coming up next” segment and commercial fade-in intro restored using Paramount+ footage 26:25 - 27:37: original song 28:59 - 29:08: brief amount of Steve-O footage restored using Paramount+ footage 28:59 - 29:19: song restored to its original spot 35:15 - 35:35: original “coming up next” segment and commercial fade-in intro restored using Paramount+ footage 39:47 - 40:23: original song

-Episode 24: 0:25 - 0:48: proper season 3 intro restored (replaced with season 1 intro) 1:10 - 1:40: original song 1:45 - 3:07: original song 3:19 - 4:37: original song 4:38 - 6:29: original song 4:43: uncensored Brad Pitt credit restored (taken from the Volume 1 DVD special features) 6:08 - 6:12: brief amount of extra footage restored 6:59 - 8:03: original song 8:26 - 9:56: original song 11:53 - 13:18: original song 13:51 - 15:06: original song 16:11 - 16:59: original song 20:50 - 20:58: original uncensored Brad Pitt footage restored which had a face bar added in the Paramount+ version (taken from the Lost Tapes bonus disk)

-Episode 25:

0:13 - 0:17: extra intro footage restored (taken from the Lost Tapes bonus disk) 1:01 - 1:23: proper season 3 intro restored (replaced with season 1 intro) 1:24 - 2:31: original Brad Pitt abduction segment restored (taken from the Volume 1 DVD special features) 2:31 - 2:40: original Chris Pontius segment restored, MTV footage used due to the Turd source having an extra logo not in the original broadcast 2:41 - 3:02: original song 3:12 - 4:00: original silence restored 4:00 - 4:21: MTV audio used due to the Paramount+ audio being edited to remove the song playing in background 5:01 - 5:43: original song 6:15 - 6:24: original song 6:51 - 7:04: original song 7:34 - 7:46: original song 8:24 - 9:40: original song 9:50 - 11:04: original song 11:04 - 11:22: original song 13:20 - 13:50: original song 14:08 - 15:22: original background silence restored 16:23 - 16:57: original Totem Pole segment restored using the Turd source, audio taken from the MTV recording 17:26 - 18:38: original song 18:39 - 18:54: original song 19:05 - 20:00: original song 20:49 - 20:50: original unbleeped audio restored 21:01 - 21:03: uncensored blackface footage restored (taken from the Lost Tapes bonus disk) 21:15 - 21:27: uncensored Brad Pitt footage and audio restored (footage taken from the Lost Tapes bonus disk), audio from the MTV recording used

#jackass #the naughty cuts #discord #the vault #vaultdrop

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i’m making my own post about the LS Dunes twitter drama because i have a LOT of thoughts.

the hate that LS Dunes is receiving on twitter is some of the most unfair bullshit i’ve ever witnessed within this fandom. if you’re not like me and you keep away from toxic places like dunestwt, good for you, but you also might be unaware of some of the things this band is facing at the moment. let me break it down. a full history and my own take. (there’s an entire fucking essay after the cut) <3

the internet blew up when the AI scandal happened. people who had never even heard or cared about LS Dunes before suddenly had fully formed opinions and were flooding Dunes’ comment sections and Anthony Green’s DMs. when this happened, trust me when i tell you that NO ONE was on LS Dunes’ side entirely. even us who were and still are fully a part of the fandom were disappointed in them. it was a horrible idea, lacking research and insight. something they probably had to double down on due to contracts that made them release the video despite the backlash. but do you know what the fans did? we didn’t watch the video. that’s it. it’s that simple. however, there were some individuals who decided that an appropriate response was sending death threats to Anthony Green. i think i speak for all of us Dunes fans who say to that; fuck you. that is the lowest low anyone could’ve gone to and anyone who messaged him that, you should be ashamed of yourself.

when all of the sudden this cool new band that had a smaller fandom compared to that of MCR, Thursday, Circa, and Coheed, got shoved under a spotlight that opened the floor for apparently anyone to say whatever they wanted to the members of Dunes, fans of My Chem especially were now paying attention to Frank Iero, despite never having cared about his projects outside of MCR before. He was under a microscope, just waiting for him to say something about Anthony or about AI. When he finally was spotted active online, it was in the comment section of his friend's Instagram post. This is where the irrational anger and hatred began, when the screenshots were shared all over twitter and labeled Frank as antisemetic. something that would've been a harmless joke if Frank wasn't already in that AI spotlight, now it fans the flames.

after that, most of us moved on. the small community of angry people on twitter, however, did not. if you remember earlier this year, there was a group of people who decided that Frank Iero was "cheating" on MCR due to the fact that he plugged both the MCR Australian tour and the LS Dunes California show in the same instagram post. essentially, this only escalated. there are people on twitter who genuinely believe that Frank is single-handedly preventing the production of MCR's fifth studio album due to his dedication to LS Dunes. as if Dunes didn't function as a band that worked around the members' schedules, assuring that an LS Dunes tour never collided with the touring or recording of MCR, Thursday, Saosin, Coheed, etc. etc. do you actually, genuinely believe that Gerard, Ray, and Mikey are currently sitting in a recording studio in Los Angeles, just waiting for sweet sweet Frankie to stop touring and return to them in Cali so they can FINALLY record MCR5? obviously Gee, Ray, and Mikey have NOTHING else to do in their lives and Frank is totally just destroying everything by using his free time to make amazing music with LS Dunes.

LS Dunes is a band of 5 dorky dads who, guess what? already have money! they have bands that are HUGE in the scene. LS Dunes exists because Tucker, Tim, Anthony, Frank, and Travis LOVE doing it! so yes, sometimes the band pulls funny stunts because they can do whatever they want. like selling vip tickets for a fucking pizza party. there is literally nothing harmful about Dunes wanting to hang with a few of their fans who are willing to pay to eat pizza with them. if you go to twitter, this will be one of the many many things that people are angry about. why? because they have NOTHING else to be mad at. all they know is that they want to be angry at Dunes and to be angry at Frank because they don't have MCR5 yet. however, when they can't find anything to be mad about, i guess it means we can be mad at pizza?

finally. the very recent video that is still circling. the video that was posted by one user and then immediately was thrown into a completely different context than anyone had intended in the first place. the video in question is LS Dunes on tour with PTV, between songs on their set with Anthony chatting up the audience. now, i'm not sure about y'all, but i would say that if Anthony in any way has seen the kind of shit people say about him on twitter, he would have every right to distance himself. i would say that for anyone. the internet is a horrific place where you can get attacked and insulted for pretty much anything. Anthony knows this, and he knows what kind of effect that can have on someone's mental health. believe it or not, Anthony cares about his fans and their mental health, too. so, as a word of advice, he told this particular crowd that it was okay to stop and take a break for a few days. it was okay to put a pause on constantly having to respond to anything and everything going on in the world. because if you don't take a break, you're hurting yourself. you will burn out. and no one wants that. Anthony doesn't want that. in the heat of a rockin LS Dunes set, Anthony tells his crowd "don't post political shit". lets be real, politics is one of the MOST emotionally draining things online.

now, what does the angry twitter mob say about Anthony advising people to take care of themselves? why, they make it out to seem like Anthony was spreading hate for real world tragedies and bluntly stating that he didn't give a shit about the state of the world!!!! because of COURSE thats what you got out of that!!!!!

it isn't JUST that Anthony and Dunes are getting unnecessary hate thrown at them, it's the gleeful attitude that people on twitter have when talking shit about this band. as if its okay. as if its justified and NORMAL to beat down musicians like this. (and it's not just twitter. i see the dunes haters on tumblr too. i see you. and i hope if you're reading this it means you'll take some time to re-evaluate). the main problem i run into with this attitude is that i have noticed that the people who complain on twitter are JUST on twitter, and they do not see the LOVE and the SUPPORT that Dunes has from their real fans. in their minds, EVERYONE thinks like them, so that must mean EVERYONE has decided to take a fat shit on LS Dunes. i just want them to zoom out. zoom out of your twitter circle and realize that there are real things to worry about than trying to make Anthony Green look like a villain.

if you feel the need to spread lies and hate about the members of LS Dunes, send threats or nasty messages to them and their families, and boo them off stage at the PTV tour, and yet you STILL have the audacity to consider yourself an MCR fan, take a look at yourself in the mirror. still don't see it? fine. you may not see where you're wrong, but i know Gerard, Ray, and Mikey would. you can't consider yourself an MCR fan and continue to shred apart the livelihood of 1/4 of the band.

you don't have to love LS Dunes. hell. you dont even have to LIKE LS Dunes. i would never shut you down when you share your opinions that LS Dunes' music isnt for you. the music you love/hate is for you and you only. what i WILL shut you down for is nonsensical hate against the PEOPLE who make the music.

my name is J, LS Dunes is my favourite band in the whole damn world. they saved my life, and Anthony Green continues to save my life every god damn day. clearly, i am passionate about it. if you read this far i am fucking amazed, but i hope you learned something. my asks are always open.

#j screams #a lot #ls dunes #frank iero #tucker rule #anthony green #tim payne #travis stever #mcr

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