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murasakikagekitsune · 3 years

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Hanging out with The Twins!

Hey fellow Lokeans! I’m close friends with Vali and Narfi, Loki’s two youngest Sons. In my UPG, Vali is the older twin, whilst Narfi is the younger one.

I’d humbly like to share what I’ve learnt about Them by being beside Vali and Narfi for about a year and a half. That is to say that this list doesn’t have to be accepted as fact; it’s UPG.

Stuff I now know about both of Them:

They want all the attention that we (as Lokeans) can give Them, and, contrary to popular belief, Vali wants it too. - They are consistently forgotten by other pagans, and that bothers Them. It simply bugs Narfi, but it infuriates Vali.

That being said, They both will love it when people take Them out for the day.- Okay, maybe I lied a little bit on this one. It’s Narfi Who likes them; the proper big days out; the ones where you spend a week getting excited about it, all the rushed, giddy packing the night before. It’s the idea of what mischief He can get up to while you’re there. I told Him we were going to York once, on Their behalf. I dreamed of The Twins the night before we left, and the first thing He said was “So, a little blue bird tells me you’re going to York tomorrow…” And he just looked like he wanted to cause loads of trouble.

His Brother, on the other hand, doesn’t like crowds. He prefers walks in the woods and things like that. I think it’s because animals judge you less on your past transgressions than people do, and it gives Him peace of mind and the space to sort out His thoughts. (Which we all know Vali sorely needs after what happened to Him…) He just won’t ask directly, like Narfi does. Maybe it’s because He finds the noise of so many people incredibly overwhelming all at once. I suppose that makes sense, considering how fragile His mind can be on bad days though.

Things to keep in mind when being close to Vali:

Whatever you do, DO NOT mention anything about the Incident whilst in His presence! - And if you have to, ask Him if He wants the space and time to talk to you afterwards/apologise. I think this goes without saying but the consequences of Loksenna are a very touchy subject for both of Them, but the Older Brother especially. It’s really upsetting for Him.

He likes birds - I don’t know why, but He just does.

Vali hates, and I mean absolutely hates, being forgotten about or mistaken for Fenrir. - It’s one of the things that really, really angers Him. Vali doesn’t like the fact that He’s been boiled down to what happened at the Incident and His psychosis as a result of what Odin imposed upon Him. He wants the attention so badly, but doesn’t know how to ask for it.

Vali is artistically inclined, perhaps a little bookish. - Twice now, He has drawn my attention to books that I believe strongly relate to Him. Tinder was the first one; it fell open on the beginning page chapter 11, the number I now know to be associated with Him. It had a white wolf on the front cover. Charm and Strange was the second one; I found it in the school library on Mental Health day. It was on one of the first shelves you see when you walk in. As soon as I saw it, I felt that Vali really wanted to show me something; I felt His presence with me there too, stronger than I ever had before. I asked Him if he wanted me to read It. He nodded in affirmation. It too had a wolf on the front cover. It said this on the cover as well: "only two people know my secret. I saw them both die." I couldn’t help but feel as if Vali was conveying His guilt over the Incident, whilst also simultaneously warning me that I was in for a heck of a rollercoaster ride if I was going to be staying with Him and His Family. I could never find it again after that.

Vali likes geeky stuff, like turn-based RPG’s. - He adores FE in particular, and gets really excited whenever I mention Corrin. I dedicated getting him on SSBU on my Switch to Vali, and He was really happy with it.

Narfi’s weird habits:

Sea-loving Narfi? Yep, same here. - I used to take Him out to see the seagulls at lunch at school in the plaza. He really liked that. In that York dream, he had a Seattle Seahawks varsity jacket on the entire time too. I have a feeling He’ll like surfing too because every time something about surfing is on the TV, I can feel Him poking me (in the proverbial sense) and just begging for me to do it. It’s also the reason that I promised Him that I’ll go to California someday, entirely on His behalf.

He likes jazz and trumpets. -Whenever something like that is on the radio, he’s really happy about having something upbeat to dance to. We watched Soul a few weeks ago, just after Christmas. He really enjoyed the music in that, maybe the moral too.

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I was really nervous about posting this, to be honest, because I was worried that people would call me names or something for being so intensely involved with The Twins. Not only are They Loki’s Children, but They are the pair everyone neglects to think about. I hope you find this list informative, and I certainly don’t mind if you use it for your own practices.

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icharchivist · 3 years

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Thank you for taking the time to reply to my ask! 😊

Now... How much, out of 10, are you of each summer troupe member?

I hope you also find this a fun ask to answer!

ahah sure <3 thanks for sending them and well, indulging in my answers!

i do find it fun to answer it's just that i worry my justifications may be too much infos ahah

anyway for summer...

for the vague notes: Tenma: 1/10, Yuki: 4/10, Muku: 7/10 Misumi: 2/10, Kazunari: 8/10, Kumon: 3/10

under the cut for more justification (again which are infos about me so go in with caution)

if we don't see again under the cut, now i say, take care! :3c

(Links: Spring, Summer, Autumn , Winter ranking)

Tenma: 1/10. I don't. think i actually relate to Tenma all that much dKLJFDLFK I think all i can really relate to is that he loves his friends even if he doesn't really know how to show it at times. I adore him but i really don't know if i have anything in common with him DLKJFDKLF

Yuki: 4/10. Yuki's interesting to me because i was a lot like him when i was his age, actually, but i'm so different now that i can't say i relate to him as much, but i still see my younger self in him? When i was his age i was really rejected by my peers for a lot, lot of reasons, one of them being the way i decided to dress (though it was not like. the worst reason. i think?). Early teen i was a recluse but at 14, i developed thick skin and would snap back at people pretty easily, i would try to stand out proud about who i was, that doing stuff i enjoy is worth going through this sort of humiliation. There is a lot about Yuki's defense mechanisms, from his sass to the way he tries to keep people at armlength, that brings me back to middle school. He's healthily growing past that in a way i don't as much relate to (took different path and all) but it makes me happy to see him grow and feel safer. So it's a weird one to answer to ahah, when i was 14 i'd say i would have given him maybe a 7/10? but nowadays maybe just a 2/10 just because now i dress very cutesyly and always wear dress and stuff, or the fact i don't feel interested in being in romantic situation myself. i'll make it round at 4/10 for that.

Muku: 7/10 Oh, to be an anxious romantic with passions for lovestories and blaming yourself for everything you ever do because you MUST be doing something wrong. I feel that. I relate more with Muku now that i did when i was his age for instance ahah but yeah that'd be the gist of it. Also relating to his habit to get lost in his own fantasy world, in unrealistic scenarios, wanting to be something you can't realistically be. I do relate to how much he loves lovestories though (like i just mentioned tho i just. don't like the idea of being in one irl. so i really love stories much more about it where i can explore all of this in a safe way with no engagement ahah) But for various reasons (from his athletics to the confidence boost he can get) i can only give him that much point LDKJF

Misumi: 2/10 Misumi's complicated to discuss for me DKJFDFLK but as for what i relate about, some elements about his family life hit ways too close from home and i don't like thinking about it too hard, it's too real dLFKJDFLK. Other than that one of the major thing i can relate with for Misumi is the way he's genuinely taken aback when people say they care about him and his health because he's not used to his family doing that for him, and that he's been really lonely because he's been considered "weird". While not to the same extend though i do understand the happiness of seeing stuff you care about somewhere (though for me it may be plushies kjfdhdf) but really not to his extends

Kazunari: 8/10 oh yeah we're in it now he's one of the first chara i actually projected on hard (because i didn't think about whenever i related to spring charas before and he was before the slaps in the face). Anyway i too, am a massive people pleaser who don't really know how to voice my own opinions on stuff when it's not too important. I'm indecisive as hell when i don't have a strong opinion about something and i will generally just be trying to go with the flow. I've been trying to work on that those past few years and be a little more assertive, but so i can also relate to how Kazu tries to push himself out of this comfort zone in later plotpoints. As much as i think i'm more assertive now it's a constant work and it's not always linar. I don't like upsetting people, i'm extremely conflict avoidant, and i always feel like i have a responsibility to keep up a cheerful Face. I was a very quiet kid then a very quiet teen and i didn't have much friends then, until about high school, where i was finally in good surrounding at school and made a lot of friends, though i do keep my friends at a distance in general and wouldn't say i form. very deep relationships. so like him. though different reasons why. When i was in high school i was so much more loud and i faked a lot of confidence i didn't have and pretending to be always happy and unbothered by anything. It completely disappeared after high school though, i'm. so much more calm in general nowadays. anyway, turns out people always complain i'm very loud when i do talk especially if it's something i'm excited about (which is something i'm super insecure about when people points it out but LDKJFLDF ANYWAY). To that i'll just add too that i also pursued art school and art cursus but i stopped because [spoiler alert for why i relate to Kumon]. When Kazu ends up showing his enthusiasm about art it brings me back to back then tbh. Even though i don't do art anymore i'm really appreciative of that in general. Points off because of how social he can be or how he seeks getting into social situations like. Nope. Not for me. But i'm happy for him.

Kumon: 3/10 this kid is too energic he exhausts me just when i see him, so in general i have to keep the number low because. Kid. I can't keep up TwT. That said the two things i'd relate to with Kumon is, first, his geeky side in general which is very cute. A bit like Muku, in the way he lives in his own fantasies, though he's more ashamed than Muku to talk about it and i relate to that too bc i refuse to share what my fantasies are about DLKJFLDKFJ. Second, as i first hinted at, is that i had to give up a lot of what was important to me because of my deteriorating health, more specifically, illnesses related to stress that made themselves.... too dangerous for me to ignore. I gave up art school because a deadly skin sickness i had developed because of stress was eating my right hand (well not just there but it is the biggest problem) and by the end of my first year i couldn't hold a pen anymore. It was only one of the various illness i had manifesting from the stress, but i stubborningly tried to ignore the others and push through and it's just that this one was not ignorable anymore. It crushed my spirit ngl and it was even worse realizing i didn't manage to bounce back - i haven't drawn anything since, and i can't use my hand at my full capacity so i can't do other stuff to bounce back - and i'm stressed about getting stressed and triggering back all those illnesses and so i end up even more stressed and yeah. So when Kumon's fevers hit and it's explicit that it's due to his stress while still being very real and not something he can ease off just by "calming down", and that he can get stressed about his fevers triggering, and Juza talking about how he worries that if Kumon's sickness acts up it might break his spirit, it. hit very very close from home ahah. Tho despite the long entry i don't relate to anything else about Kumon, he's too energic, too athletic, has a good relationship with his family and all that jazz i can't relate to ahah. But yeah this one was. A Painful thing to have to face back dLKFJDF.

So yeah in general i can say that i don't relate as much to Summer as i can relate to for Spring or Winter. I see more of my younger years in them (to some details here and there) so there's also a much bigger distance with what i'd relate to them about.

but yeah that'd about sums it up o7

Take care :3c

#ichafantalks a3 #pandapillows #ichareply #im going to snz now so if you send something more it'd be for later #but wouh this one was a trip to answer to as well dLKJFDFL #I barely enters in depth about myself on this blog except apparently when asked why i relate to a3 charas ig

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joemuggs · 3 years

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Peckham Classical

Found another old (2013) piece for a Vice offshoot that no longer exists, so re-upping again. I was a little bit try hard with the Vice language here, but it’s OK otherwise...

OK, let's name the elephant in the room and get it out the way. Peckham – The New Dalston™, the hippest place on the planet right now etc etc etc – is the gentrification frontline, and that can be uncomfortable. We've already seen it in the squirming language of things like broadsheet property pages (“darkest Peckham” FFS), and restaurant reviews (dogwhistle use of the word “crack”? Jesus, please!). And it's there right all up in our faces when we head to the first Friday night of the two-weekend London Contemporary Music Festival, in the clusters of nervous classical music lovers on Rye Lane clutching their bags closer as they look for the hidden away venue, and in the packs of absolute Fucking Ledges and their Sloaney girlfriends on safari from Clapham to Frank's Bar, coked off their nut, dressed like LMFAO and braying extra loudly and giving each other the finger to compensate for their own on-edgeness while the locals either look on in slightly tetchy bemusement or just studiously ignore them all.

And the gig... well the gig – a set of recitals of Ennio Morricone scores – is a powerful archetype from the off. There's a grand piano, a load of other classical instruments and a load of expensive PA kit set up in the middle of a multi-story carpark floor that I know only from voyeuristically browsing phone-shot road rap videos on YouTube, and milling around are probably the highest concentration of entirely caucasian people for half a mile in each direction. The first piece, a circle of violinists sending skittering abstractions bouncing between one another, is punctuated by the 20:33 to Selhurst pulling into Peckham Rye station next door and people shouting in the street below, while on the other side the sunset is dousing the Allsop-designed Peckham Library and behind it the glass cathedrals of The City in a bright pink sci-fi sheen. It's absolutely fucking glorious.

That's the thing: this rarefied music is glorious, and performed in a concrete shell beset by the sounds and sights of South London coming in from all sides, it's glorious to the power brilliant. Even the bit on the Morricone night when a pianist clatters on pseudo-randomly for what seems like an hour, reaching inside the beast to pluck the strings, hammering the keyboard with his elbows etc etc – a performance which my friends assess simply as “long” – is glorious in this context. There's none of the “shush”-ing tedium of the concert hall, you can wander off to look at the view or grab a drink whenever you feel like it, the entirety of the place is part of the performance, it feels alive and new. When a line of trumpeters start muting their instruments with water-bottles, making swannee whistle type noises and clattering their valves percussively, as the night closes in around the building and car subwoofers add to the ambience, it's impossible not to love the majestic, foolish, Bohemian wonder of it all.

The next night, the ambience is all different. As if there were some celestial lighting director in the employ of the LCMF, the backdrop for the performance of veteran No Wave noisenik Glenn Branca is towering thunderclouds, with hot wind whipping in through the sides of the carpark. We're made to wait behind a rope as soundchecks are repeated in a series of rumbles and clatters. The audience is a little more rough and ready this time, a few more obvious freaks in attendence, but it's all relative; we are all still pale and geeky by any standards. When Branca and his circle of guitarists start up, it is electric. To my shame, I've heard little of his work before this, but having grown up on My Bloody Valentine and then Mogwai, to hear the sounds he makes up is like discovering the motherlode. Huge forked lightning flashes across the skyline, while the racket builds up and up – sometimes smashing into free jazz / Beefheart rhythmic derangement, generally chugging along on a motorik drum framework. If I believed in that sort of thing, I'd say it was transcendent, but there's certainly no question it's mind-altering – as the volume increases it's the rawest kind of hypnotism.

Then suddenly the spell's broken, by a tirade of swearing from Branca at the soundman – which said soundman has turned into a little bit of sound art here: https://soundcloud.com/erik-nystrom/sitting-in-a-car-park-with-a Branca storms off, the night is over and again, it was glorious. I sneak backstage to see if I can break through his fury, and find a grizzled old drunk guy (the band were constantly handing round what looked like quadruple measures of neat whisky through the performance) chainsmoking filterless fags and fuming about how this was the worst venue and show he had ever experienced in his life. I sit and sympathise for a while, suggesting that surely back in the punk / no wave days of New York's downtown desolation he must have seen more disorganisation, but he insists that no, he has ever witnessed such a mixture of pure evil and incompetence. Then an equally hobo-ish looking Charlemagne Palestine (who'll be performing his piano-drone pieces the next day) materialises, is beatifically sweet to everyone, and Branca calms down, admitting that the show was good, he's just furious that the climax – which was the whole point – was “destroyed”. I ask if these guys like playing this kind of venue, if it reminds them of the boho days of the 70s and 80s. Branca “couldn't give a damn”, by Palestine laughs lightly. “Ahh,” he says, “we artists always come into these parts of town, we change them, then the architects and lawyers come and get rich from them... but not us... never us!”

The next day is a perfect comedown from the delirium of the Branca show; a day of drone music, which I attend with my 3-year-old. We sit on a crate eating Jamaican patties and drinking fruit punch and listen to Jem Finer playing a Stooges album at 1rpm so it's reduced to waves of dinosaur growling, and once again it's so perfectly ridiculous in its cultural inappropriateness that it's impossible to take the context seriously and all we can do is just enjoy the monstrous sounds and rough beauty of the place. The end of the day's session is an acoustic ensemble performance of Brian Eno's 'Music For Airports', and once again with evening sun lighting up London on either side of us, it all just feels too blissful for words. While there are layers upon layers of anxieties to unpick and jokes to be made about cultural encroachment – as well as the radically contrasting thrill of being smack bang in the middle of one of the interface points of a living, evolving city to enjoy – on the most immediate level, as an artistic, aesthetic achievement, the LCMF was simply stunning to the senses. As we leave I spot an angrily scrawled, probably deliberately misspelled, graffito on one of the car ramps with an arrow pointing up in the direction the concert venue and Frank's Bar saying “TRIUMPH OF BOURGOUSIE”, helpfully adding “(UPSTAIRS)” in case we didn't get it. It isn't that – things are far more complicated than that as you trace the movement of art across a city – but it certainly does have a discreet charm.

#peckham #classical #avant garde #neoclassical #noise #alternative music #ambient #gentrifiers #lcmf

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riotgrlpossum · 5 years

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hows abouts giving a brief overview of your ocs 👀👀👀

!!!!

So I’m gonna put this under a read more cause there is A Lot.

I’m gonna separate this into two sections cause I’ve got like two projects/stories/whatevers I’m working on. A few months ago I made some posts about a different story that I was working on but that had some Serious Structural Problems and needs to be reworked, so it’s currently on the back burner.

Anyway,

The first batch of OCs are from a story that I’m working on that will ideally become a novel. The project is called “The Unexplained Migratory Patterns of the Whooping Crane.”

The main character is a 15-year-old girl named Oliver Lakely. Oliver is a sarcastic, quick-witted loner who has a really hard time fitting in with the other people in her town. She loves animals, music, and books. She’s cynical and artistic and really, really lonely. She’s also a psychic and her mother is a ghost.

The other main character in TUMPotWC is 14-year-old Whyatt “Budgie” Kipling, nickname courtesy of his dyed bright green hair. Budgie moves in next to (but like country next to so quite a ways away) Oliver. He’s from London and his mother has been temporarily relocated to Oliver’s town to study the anomalous population of whooping cranes that have been nesting in this town for the last ten years. Budgie is a geeky, easy going kid. He loves to explore and is courageous to the point of being foolhardy. He knows that he’s weird, but is comfortable with it.

Other characters include Miles and Siobhan Lakely, Oliver’s parents. Miles is psychic as well. He is a big tragic artist archetype. Plays the piano and has a lot of anger issues. Oliver’s relationship with him is a big part of the story. Siobhan is a ghost. She died when Oliver was 5 and has been manifesting in their house ever since. They also have a cat named Kyle he’s sentient and likes jazz.

SECOND BATCH

These next children are from a project that is less fleshed out than TUMPotWC. It’s called “Pine Grove Stop & Go” and would ideally be a podded cast. It centers around a gas station off of the highway in Pine Grove, Wyoming, a one-stoplight town on the way to the Grand Tetons in the year 1997. The Pine Grove Stop & Go is a hotbed for supernatural activity, to the point that it is a bit of an urban legend. The story starts a month after one of the employees, Myla Heigel, is found dead behind the corner. Her death is ruled a suicide, but another one of the employees, Sophie “Lance” Lansing knows that isn’t true.

Lance is the main character of the story. She’s 19. Anti-authoritarian, a flannel lesbian. Bit of a stoner. Super intelligent but hates school and organized education in general. Loves books and film. Cynical and sarcastic, comes off quite prickly but once she warms up to people she’s a total softie. All about that Repression TM. Has a whole thing later on where she becomes obsessed with a tape recorder to the point of near insanity but she generally gets better. ADHD.

Moving on. Noah Meredith. 19 as well. Conspiracy theorist. Gets a job at PGS&G to try and investigate Myla’s death. Super big nerd, diaster bisexual, the epitome of “bigfoot is real and we tenderly caressed each other one night behind the Arby's.” Not great at interacting with people asks A Lot of Questions WIth Little Regard for Politeness. Autistic icon. Really funny, loves campy sci-fi, secretly a bastard. At first he and Lance clash like crazy but eventually they get on like a house on fire.

Seth Weiss. 17 years old. Burnout stoner. Likes to skateboard and makes dumb jokes. Crouching moron, hidden badass. Thinks that Lance is the coolest person in the world. Super gay but hasn’t figured it out yet. Sweet and genuine and kind of naive. Secretly Big Magic (He hasn’t figured that out yet either). Sees weird shit all the time but explains it away as either none of his business or a bad trip. Me, to Seth: my sweet boy let me show you the world.

Lily Walker. 22 years old. The assistant manager at the PGS&G and *very* proud of it. Refuses to believe any weird shit. Always has a smile on her face but is like this close to just fucking losing it. The mom friend. Thinks she’s the token straight until she realizes that this is the kind of story where no one is straight and whoops she’s like hella bi. “Aren’t you tired of being nice? Do you ever just wanna go apeshit?”

Myla Heigel. R.I.P. queen. Was 20 when she kicked it. She’s like dead but also like ????. Big Dyke Energy. One of those people who smiles at you and gives you tea and then only after they’ve left have you realized that you gave them your social security number and credit card information. Walks up with her sundress and sandals and also like a crossbow. Super curious, could out-conspiracy Noah. Was investigating the weirdness behind the PGS&G before she died. Had a weird habit of recording everything on her tape recorder, which Lance picks up after Myla dies.

Yeah those are all my kids I love them all and love talking about them and I’m sorry this was so long but also like you’ve met me so is it really surprising?

#my ocs #anon #holy shit people actually talk to me #kath speaks #kath shut up #tumpotwc #pgs&g #Anonymous

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capreversebb · 6 years

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Week 1 round up! // May 19 - May 25, 2018

The Centaurs’ Tale (Steve/Bucky) - By: @thelittleblackfox (artist) // @leveragehunters (author) // "You know how I sometimes call you a horse's ass?" "Yeah?" "It's a hell of a lot more accurate now."

A Sifting Sand and An Electric Hand (Steve/Bucky) - By: @forestoffire (artist) // @velvetjinx (author) // Punk Steve and geeky Bucky are always getting into fights against assholes. But can love win the day?

The Jeopardy and Jazz Affair (Steve/Bucky/Natasha) - By: @ellebeesknees (artist) // @trappingsofzed (author) // Romanoff, Bukonin and Rogers are the best field agents in Alexander Waverly’s United Network Command for Law and Enforcement. But even the best can make mistakes. So, when Bukonin is snatched by Hydra, it’s up to Romanoff and Rogers to rescue him. And for both of them, the stakes are so much more than professional.

Just Keep Swimming (Gen, Steve/Bucky) - By: @thelittleblackfox (artist) // @nursedarry (author) // High seas shenanigans with pirates, nuclear bombs, recurring villains, and SCIENCE. Then things take a decidedly fishy turn.

A Lesson In Love (Steve/Bucky) - By: @longhairedbucky (artist) // @velvetjinx (author) // Steve really likes Bucky, and finally musters the courage to ask him on a date.

Nothing I Just Did is Anything I Would Do (Steve/Bucky) - By: @whatthefoucault (artist) // @lepineault (author) // Soft!Bucky’s journey from his first day at Avengers Academy to open mic night at Club A.

What the Water Gave Me (Steve/Bucky/Eldritch Entity) - By: @this-simple-mind (artist) // hobbitdragon (author) // Lovecraft Tentacle AU!

Dream a Little Dream (Steve/Bucky-) - By: @drowningbydegrees-fanworks (artist) // @buckities (author) // A lovely Shrunkyclunks fic!

After The Storm (I Look Up) (Steve/Bucky) - By: @longhairedbucky (artist) // @sweethoneysempai (author) // A fluffy Wakandan wedding for all to enjoy! <3

lucida, obscura (Steve/Bucky) - By: @chiyume-arts (artist) // @teatotally (author) // Strange and terrifying things are happening to Bucky since Steve pulled him out of that laboratory.

Coffee with Almond Milk (Steve/Bucky) - By: @ellebeesknees (artist) // @archofimagine (author) // Who wouldn’t want to be courted by Bucky!Cap? <3

Caught My Attention (Steve/Bucky) - By: @brooklyn-bisexual (artist) // @billie-vivienne (author) // Young dom Bucky is ready for a new challenge, and Captain America has caught his attention. BDSM + explicit happenings occur!

Invisible Ink (Steve/Bucky) - By: @inflomora-art (artist) // @lucidnancyboy (author) // Could the power of one little tattoo help Steve and Bucky figure out domestic bliss? God, Bucky hoped so…

They Say That Dreaming is Free (But I Wouldn’t Care What it Cost Me) (Steve/Bucky) - By: @nejineee (artist) // @Deepspaceprincess // A dream sharing soulmate AU? Yes Please!

Hypnagogia (Gen, Steve/Bucky, Jack Rollins/Brock Rumlow) - By: @potofsoup (artist) // @rivertam-art (author) // Emily Dixon wasn’t ready for a random injured white guy to crash into her apartment, but she’s gonna make it work.

All The Scattered Light (Gen) - By: @sgt-graves (artist) // @thefictionfairy (author) // We hope you enjoy this action-packed character study, set post CAtWS.

little hope (sing a song of fire) (Steve/Bucky) - By: @curry-ketchup (artist) // @noncorporealform (author) // Bucky is a poet with visions of a Great Dragon that propels him on a journey of discovery.

Let’s Take a Thousand Pictures (Like a Hype Beast Now) (Steve/Bucky) - By: @cryo-bucky (artist) // @meils121 (author) // If there’s a more appropriate use of social media, we haven’t heard about it. Bring on this porn with feelings, we’re ready!

Anything but Conventional (Steve/Bucky) - By: @araniaart (artist) // @tolkhien (author) // Steve and Bucky find themselves at a comic con!

Gift (Steve/Bucky-) - By: @msaether (artist) // @musingofaqueergeek (author) // BDSM AU filled with porn, feelings, Dom!Bucky and Sub!Steve.

however much you feed a wolf, it always looks to the forest (Steve/Bucky) - By: @sunrow (artist) // @bloodbuzzedohio (author) // The Asset learns who he is and takes Hydra apart by simultaneously putting himself together. It takes a while.

To The End Of The Fjord (Steve/Bucky) - By: @ffdom (artist) // @stuckyforbreakfast (author) // What are those secrets?! Going to have to read this fantastic Viking!AU to find out!

Love, Rings, and Other Wedding Things (Steve/Bucky/Tony) - By: @TatianaZee (artist) // @it-is-the-hannah (author) // A well deserved Happily Ever After for this heroic trio!

It’s Only Forever (Steve/Bucky) - By: @buckmebxrnes-art (artist) // @pancake-angst (author) // Bucky runs, Steve follows. The same old story, but with fancier outfits.

Time after Time (Steve/Bucky) - By: @ffdom (artist) // @ravenclawwitch18 (author) // A time-traveling hero, a fabulously moustachioed rebel leader, all wrapped up in an historical Outlander AU!

watch the world chasing to find us (Steve/Bucky) - By: @comedicdrama (artist) // @spikedluv (author) // There’s only one thing better than Shrunkyclunks, and it’s Shrunkyclunks with kittens!

Blessings (Steve/Bucky) - By: @lucidnancyboy (artist) // @whatthefoucault (author) // A soft slice of Bucky and Steve’s life, with a visit from Wakandan royalty.

Behind the Mask (Steve/Bucky) - By: @cindyfxx (artist) // @withinmeloveresides1 (author) // The Asset kidnaps Steve Rogers but as the Asset starts to become more human, Steve starts suffering from depression.

Brooklyn in Summer (Steve/Bucky) - By: @sunrow (artist) // @caniwritemywayout (author) // This Shrunkyclunks with witch!Bucky has us intrigued!

And that’s just Week 1, folks! Much more to come, with new works being added all the way up to Steve’s Birthday, July 4th.

A sortable spreadsheet of all of the CAP RBB collaborations is here

Our AO3 collection is here

#weekly round up #week 1 #CAP RBB 2018 #CapRBB18 Masterpost

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What Does Gothic Mean?

Quite simply, a Goth is somebody who finds beauty in things others believe dark. They love all that is mysterious and dark. That does not mean Goths are bad, but it just means they have a different view to many. And it also does not mean Goths are unkind, violent or lacking in humor, in fact quite the reverse is true. Goths like to laugh but their humor is more of this black comedy sort. Goths are often smart, artistic and romantic realists. Being Goth isn't about how one dresses. Most of what you may find written about Goth is that it was something which was born from the Punk movement in the late 70's and that many Goths wear black. I disagree. Goth is not something that was made from the 70's since it always was.

Goths do not always wear black and do not all listen to the same bands. They don't worship Satan and are not members of a cult. Goths are available around the planet and come from many diverse backgrounds and ethnicities. The Goth culture is extremely big in Japan and Germany.

Like each group, what one likes and does varies from individual to individual. Having said this, Goths all have something in common...that they find beauty in what others believe dark. By way of instance, I have always found dead trees amazing and rather than having crushes on the great guys in movies that I tended towards the dark personalities that seemed strong, had deep booming voices and dark music always appeared to be playing when they were shown on screen (Darth Vader, Ra at Stargate). I always loved the dark music that I only heard in film soundtracks as a kid. You see, Goth to me is not something that one becomes but something one is.

I used to enter this record shop and pick out CDs that I believed I'd like based on the cover art (typically darker vision). I never got what I was actually searching for...something dark/sombre and I definetly was not searching for Heavy Metal. I explained my dilemma and he knew just what I wanted. He looked at me like he thought "Ah, you are one of these." And stated that I should to go to their other shop. I did just that and found that a paradise that I never knew existed. I'd finally found everything I loved and understood what I was.

Goth isn't a phase. It is something which you either are or are not. I don't know people who say "Oh, I was Goth." Perhaps they used to play the role to fit in for some time - but it is not something you grow out of! One does not just change their preferences over night. I've never changed that I basically am.

I will try to clarify what Goth is and what Goth is not. I will describe music, fashion, movies and more that many Goth folks like throughout this site. I intend this site to be a source for Goths and non-Goths alike. I'm creating the site that I always wished there was, with descriptions, tons of images, videos and links.

Because there are many Goth bands, films and Goth is even a part of the world of high style and graces the runways...many people like Goth items and do not even realise that they're Goth. Please keep in mind while you're reading through this website that Goths are individual people and what every Goth likes varies.

Once in the long, long ago people used to actually make an effort and take pride in everything, their clothes, make-up, items...everything was beautifully crafted and done with pride and attention. They therefore continue to bygone eras where beauty and pride still existed.

They're influenced by fashion, music and mythology by the pre-Medieval eras into the Edwardian eras and also by different cultures around the world. Goth people are usually creative and of high wisdom...some may go so far as to say they were somewhat geeky as many Goths I know work within it. They are often much less interested in medication as many different sub-cultures. In actuality, I've been into a Goth concert where rather than handing out medication...as I've seen done at some parties, they handed out Pixy Stix (glucose sticks).

It's a re-invented future or a past that never occurred. In many ways society has obtained a nose-dive because the Victorian age and a few might even go so far as to say we've been living in a New Dark Ages ever since. Science has done a great deal for us over the last century, such as creating the net and allowing me to publish this website. However, the scientific view of people as soulless bio-machines has not always been of great advantage to the way we treat one another and it can cultivate a "who cares what I do mindset". Steampunks are attempting to pretend that although technology has improved, aesthetics and morality have remained unchanged.

Imagine a society with highly developed technologies that evolved slightly different to the society really did. It kept steam as well as the intricacies of everything in everyday life from machines to style. People of the society enjoy their technologies and enjoy everything that they make. Imagine a world without plastic and with people who really enjoy creating and learning! Too bad society did not turn out this way, but maybe Steampunks can turn it all around. Steampunks and Goths are thought of as weird geeks by most people of today who just so happen to like Britney Spears and Paris Hilton.

Emo is contemporary punk with a dark style sense. It's pop-punk and has nothing to do with Goth besides using a dark style sense.

That's a fantastic question. Everyone claims that Goth developed from Punk from the 70s. Why would that be? Imagine someone who's in a Jazz group who leaves that ring and joins a Nation band.... Can you then call the nation band Jazz? Of course you would not. That having been said, some of the new bands were branded Favorable Punks (Posi-Punk).

Punk had a rebellious anti-conformist attitude towards society and for that reason the term Punk become synonymous with rebellion. Goths and Steampunks don't so much rebel against society but kind of ignore it and have formed their own society.

Where the modern day use of the term Goth came from is something which no one appears to know for certain. If you would like to read a comprehensive evaluation of where the expression came from view the Scathe Demon link below. My guess is that the lyrical content of those new bands was like the topics of the Gothic novels of the 18th and 19th centuries as the group members were motivated by the dark tales of Mary Shelley and Edgar Allan Poe. One of those new bands is thought to be Black Sabbath. Their 1969 debut album produced a dark sound different from other bands in the time and has been called the first ever "Goth-rock" album (Baddeley 2002: 264).

With the birth of the new music came the arrival of a new style that was borrowed in the punk look and awarded a darker border. But Goth fashion has not just borrowed in the Punks. There are lots of distinct styles influenced by styles of earlier eras...but you can read more about that on the style page. However, this was just the arrival of contemporary Goth music and fashion rather than what Goth is. After all Goth is only beauty that's found in the darker things in life. Dark music has existed since music started and so have people who've discovered beauty in darkness. The songs of Hildegard of Bingen (born 1098) are very similar sounding to a modern Goth songs by the group This Ascension as well as Qntal. In Terms of ancient Goth people, how about Edgar Allan Poe and possibly even the virgin Queen Elizabeth I? Lorenna McKennitt sings a wonderful version of the song.

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October 23, 2018

Student: “I’m so dumb.”

Teacher: “You can’t be in Calculus C and call yourself dumb.”

Me, internally: Tell that to the D I got on my last quiz.

While I did only get two thirds of the answers correct on my recent quiz, I did bring my retake grade up 11% (Actually it was 16% but she would only allow retakers to go up to so high.) so now I’m at a borderline B. This quarter is so close to ending and I’m so ready for it to end. I just want to get a B on this test tomorrow, and I’ll hopefully be set. I know that I can’t possibly get an A this quarter, fine, whatever, I just cannot afford to get a B. And that chemistry quiz today? Ha! That was a terrible excuse for anything whoops! Should’ve studied more! After this quarter ends, we gon’ hunker down friends! College is on the horizon!

Let’s talk about attraction then because I really don’t feel like being sad today, though this might sadden me up anyway so let’s go! I’m predestined to fall in love with people named “Caleb” (2x) and characters named Percy (2x) so if you have either of those names then you’re starting off good. I find that I’m attracted to white guys more than to black guys, and I’ll delve into that in some other post probably. I’m not against dating, like, East or South Asians or Latinos, but I’ve never really come across any of those in real life that has made me take a second glance. Taller than me, though that’s not hard. He has to have a good voice. Or, at the very least, a half-decent voice with a lot of heart behind it. I want someone I can sing with (with whom I can sing,, whatever)! Broadway duets and jazz! I say “jazz” like “stuff” but hey if he can sho-be-dee-bop scat sing I’m down for that too! He has to be intelligent. Educated is different than intelligent, I think, and though I would prefer someone on my level of education, I would also be open to someone who is open-minded to learn and for some reason just hasn’t. Intelligence isn’t about what you know it’s how you think. I need someone who can think with me. He has to be able to handle my geekiness, and even better, he’ll join in. Couple cosplays, DnD games, watching Critical Role together(!!!) going to superhero movies, all that kind of thing. Someone who’s into cool stuff that they can introduce me to (to which they can introduce me, yes I know how this works). Someone who reads. Someone who likes fantasy or sci-fi. I feel like it’d be cool to just sit around and read in the same space. I feel like it’d be cool to just, like, do things alone in someone else’s presence. To feel their essence. Gives me shivers. He has to be respectful and courteous. Has to. I cannot deal with some childish boy who thinks it’s cool or entertaining to be disrespectful or mean. Period. I would love to date a musician. Any kind of artist would be nice in their own way, but music sets the tone to our lives. He doesn’t have to be great at music, but I feel like I’d prefer a musician to an athlete (though athletes can be cool too!). He cannot be afraid of spiders or other creepy crawlies. He definitely has to respect that I cannot stand tension in horror movies and will refuse to watch them. I want someone I can travel with for weeks at a time and still enjoy their company. I want someone who is willing to blur the lines of gender roles. They have to be a Christian. I cannot marry someone who is not. I refuse. We can question and challenge faith together but I don’t want someone who will further question my faith more than I already do. That would feel like they’re attacking a part of me. I need someone who will listen and who will communicate with me. Will I probably not know how clingy/reserved to be at the start? Yeah. But when I work it out, I want a good communication system. Obviously loyal but not blind loyalty. Question me if I’m in the wrong. I need someone who will understand what may or may not be touch aversion. If I don’t wan’t my hair to be touched, or my hand to be held, or to be hugged at any point, I need someone who will respect that because the absolute last thing I want to be in a relationship is uncomfortable. I want someone who has goals and some sort of a plan to achieve them. Driven. Funny, obviously, though I laugh at anything so that’s not hard. I want someone that I feel like I can be weird with, and talk to. If I feel like I have to put up a front, it won’t work out. My projected image is pretty similar to who I really am, but there are a few key difference that I don’t want to hide.

But all of that seems so far off. And I’m scared of finding someone like that and then wasting it because of a character flaw on my part. I don’t think I’m particularly unattractive. I don’t know. Some days I look better than others, yeah. I’m scared to say yes to anyone who might ask because what if I get bored? What if I don’t have enough time to commit to a relationship? ...How would I go about ending something that I decide doesn’t work for me? And with me especially, I feel like I’d be too passive to cut anything off with anyone “abusive.” And I use abusive loosely, like controlling and jazz included. Is passivity a sign that I’m just not ready? Is that a part of my character that I will have to overcome should the need arise? Okay, and then there’s the aftermath to worry about. What if it ends and he knows all this stuff about me? He could literally ruin my carefully-crafted image. Do I put my trust in them from day one or do I ease into it? I know the answer, but I secondguess myself. What if I’m wrong? Are all of these questions signs that I’m not ready? That I’m really just a child looking for what a child perceives as a relationship? I don’t know! And I surely, obviously don’t feel comfortable asking anyone! Literally look around!! You’re on a secret blog that no one is supposed to read!! Or are these questions just me holding myself back from an opportunity? You know, that habit that I’m desperately trying to end? I do feel like I want a man for the wrong reasons though. I will say, it was therapeutic to list out things I’d like a guy to be before I date him. I can just imagine napping on the chest, in the arms of my perfect guy (once I get over whatever this fear of being touched is, u g h). Gives me chills in all the best ways. But maybe this whole idea is just a reaction of me seeing people around me in relationships. Like, I feel like I’m not keeping up, you know? And I know in my mind that that’s silly and dumb and a worthless thought and that my self worth shouldn’t be based on my ability to be attractive enough to someone to implore that they ask me out but my heart questions the logic of my mind on a daily basis. Sometimes my mind questions my mind. We’re a big mess up in Nina’s head, hun. My heart wants a guy, my mind says that’s dumb, go study. My heart says that me not having a boyfriend yet (though technically that’s kind of my fault because I have been asked out twice before, once for the eighth grade dance (ain’t no way I was going with that kid tho) and sort-of once in ninth grade by a kid who is now openly gay (though he didn’t actually ask me out, he just told me he liked me and I did not reciprocate the feelings) so there’s that) is a problem and my mind says that’s dumb, go study.

Today I’m thankful for my new and improved math grade (80% y’all!) which actually gives me more of a chance to get a B this quarter despite-- nah, I’ll jsut leave it at that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a candidate statement to write, most of a novella to read, a test to study for, a textbook chapter to read, and college essays to write. What a mess.

And on top of that, I got seven hours of sleep last night and feel more tired? Hecc?

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 11 Review: The Dad Feelings-Limited

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The Simpsons Season 32 Episode 11

The Simpsons goes back to the past to make way for the future on Season 32, episode 11. “The Dad Feelings-Limited” is an origin story, revealing the sad and lonely tale of Comic Book Guy. No, it isn’t done in panel layouts, and his super strength turns out to be his greatest weakness.

Comic Book Guy, diversely voiced by Hank Azaria, is a fairly one-dimensional character. He critiques everything he sees, and has no stomach for outside criticism. He’s already got a bellyful of tacos (breakfast burritos on a workday). He doles out droll insults to children too young to understand them.

Like many of the origin stories on The Simpsons, the first order of business is to explain the particular limits of the character. Professor Frink had the Nutty Professor for a dad. Comic Book Guy’s father was Postage Stamp Fellow, played by Dan Aykroyd.

The sequence is slightly reminiscent of the Taxi episode where we meet cab driver Jim’s family. Christopher Lloyd’s presence even looms over this episode in the film parody. But the main difference is that here, it is the one dimensionality of the character which adds dimension to him. The very thing which pushed him into the comic book netherworld is the information he gleans from it, like reading a Classic Comics adaptation.

“The Dad Feelings – Limited” skips not only the couch gag, but the entire opening theme sequence, which is always an early indicator of a good episode. This means there is more meat to the story. We find ourselves in Comic Book Guy’s apartment, right above his store, where he has prepared scones for his mangaka muffin, his wife Kumiko Albertson (Jenny Yokobori).

She has fashioned his five breakfast burritos into a Voltron. They are nerds. They met in the Season 25 episode “Married to the Blob,” when she was visiting Springfield doing research about America’s saddest cities for an autobiographical manga. It was a match made in “Bi-Mon-Sci-Fi-Con.”

They are now living what seems to be the perfect life. And for that they will pay. Their mornings are spent wandering as aimlessly as the plots of the upcoming Avatar movies. They go to Miyazaki marathons. They revel in a happy, carefree life. More than one, if you count their cosplay universes. Meanwhile, Springfield families like the Simpsons are circumnavigating the heedless waters of children’s birthday parties — intolerable, mal-nutritious events where every bouncy castle is a death trap — in the hopeful dreams of visiting parents. After a day of it, Homer and Marge need adults.

The first adult we see is Ned Flanders, and already eyes are rolling across the country, but he is dispatched in a particularly malicious maneuver, with no regrets nor even a pang of conscience. They know they’ll be forgiven. He’s in the left-handed forgiveness business. The grown-ups are gathering at Moe’s, and they’re playing games. Not even adult games, regardless of how much Moe grasps at single entendres for dirty jokes.

It’s Trivia Night at Moe’s and every question is so specialized it looks like the game is fixed. The Simpsons pair up with Kumiko and Comic Book Guy, and of course between the geeky young couple and the domesticated Simpsons, the disparate couples fill in every gap. It works not only as a contrivance, but as a gag in itself.

Kumiko gets the biggest laugh of the night. She actually commands and gets it on demand. The premise of the show is the discussion of having children, but this joke is brilliantly executed. After Kumiko spends time with baby Maggie, we can see her maternal instincts kick in. The transition is expertly muted, and there is a sweetness and innocence in the build-up. Kumiko is timid with Maggie, afraid to do anything wrong, but is brought into the child’s world completely.

We have no idea Kumiko is going to go Game of Thrones’ Dragon MILF on us, but her delivery on “impregnate me” can tumble walls. It is as hysterical as it is unexpected. Yokobori almost upstages herself in a later sequence. She commands Marge and Homer to fix a problem, calling Marge a “baby drug dealer” and Homer a “cheeseburger goblin.” To be fair, she’s really not off the mark with that one. He could put it on a resume.

Then things turn a little dramatic, what with all the discussion of bringing children into a General Mills cinematic universe starring the Hamburger Helper critter. But in the end, the “Great Resistor,” a hero Comic Guy thinks up in the heat of the moment, is able to frustrate his sexy Greenland gremlin’s deepest desires. Although I don’t for one minute believe she’s been keeping that particular fetish from him.

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The discussion at the center is a new one for The Simpsons. Apu’s children came organically, although Marge’s advice also played a big part in that transition. But with Comic Book Guy, we wonder whether a person who spends his entire life dealing with children should actually deal with children. Is he prepared to heat formula when he can’t even cool Kumiko’s baby fever?

The best part of the episode is how the “right” things are set in motion for the wrong reasons. Marge pushes to uphold Springfield’s community standards, but appeals to Homer’s base side to manipulate it into action. The young, unfettered couple can sleep in. They don’t have to lug car seats on airplanes. Even their cosplay sex is good. They can do it anywhere, on a kitchen or bathroom floor, on a new microwave popping popcorn. It is a Simpsons twist to have Homer vow to do “anything to destroy their paradise.” The concept gets two “fehs” for emphasis.

At least Homer and Marge get to “see how the other half dies” in a model crypt. The bit about comparing decomposing in adjoining coffins to “snuggling for eternity” is very goth, and the “Til death, do each other” line is poetry. Bart, however, gets credit for the best couplet of the evening: “Our parents are undead, our dad will eat your head.” Being Mrs. Dracula is all fun and games until you get trapped in a crate full of smooth jazz.

The segment pokes fun at the generational divide. Bart and Lisa put away their cell phones to watch the cemetery showing of “Forward to the Past.” Comic Book Guy points out that a movie screen is “unswipable.” This is also where we see the weakness-as-strength in Comic Book Guy. He realizes he can experience a movie he’s seen a million times for the first time again through the eyes of children, He also realizes “little ones love useless knowledge.” This is the one scenario where his superpowers actually come in handy. It is also his kryptonite.

“Living with your folks, the beginning of the end,” Groucho Marx said in Animal Crackers (1930). “Drab, dead yesterdays shutting out beautiful tomorrows. Hideous, stumbling footsteps creaking along the misty corridors of time.” Kumiko calls it a place where there is no hope, and Comic Book Guy finds it’s also a place where his sheets haven’t been changed.

Aykroyd throws just enough SNL-consumer-probed-toy-manufacturer-Irwin-Mainway-intrigue into his introduction as Postage Stamp Fellow to pepper it with Ghostbusters suspense. One written gag which works very well is when a crawl explains that a philatelist is a person who specializes in philately. Comic Book Guy comes from a long line of collectible-collectors, from cruel bird houses to antique cricket cages. The house he grew up in displayed everything but love. The sequence also contains a very Rocky and Bullwinkle moment where the narrator, Bob Balaban, breaks the second wall by arguing with a character.

That’s not the only curveball in the episode. We learn Comic Book Guy tried to pitch at his school baseball team and had one devastating specialty throw. It’s what separates the men from the boys and ultimately the villains from the jugheads. The minor trauma of his “worst day ever” is basically a misunderstanding based on the expectation of a disappointment so great even “the left hand of god,” Hall of Fame pitcher Sandy Koufax, could only walk it home.

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The Simpsons season 32 has been a standout because it is moving forward into new territory while updating the attitudes of their early seasons. The series is no longer as sloppy as it used to be but they are still putting the Springfield community under a microscope, and looking at the microscope through a telescope. It is as subversive as it has even been, but buries the subterfuge in plain sight, whether it’s well-lit or not.

The “Radioactive Man Re-rises” poster which frames Comic Book Guy and Kumiko as they mingle to create the “interracial nerds in the future” is a subtle double entendre in a pro-family themed entry; Bart and Lisa have to be bribed to act like desirable youngsters. “The Dad Feelings-Limited” is a very warm installment of the series, but it’s got a devious heart. What makes it so funny is how good it looks worn on their sleeve.

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Transmission Initiated Transmission ID: 00031 TFNation_2017 Operation: Who's In The Forge

In terms of exclusives for TFNation, we are blessed with some great collaborators, with final products that have certainly caught a lot of peoples attention.... but these are far from the only opportunity for attendees to grab something unique and different at the convention, and so it is our great pleasure to announce THE FORGE listings for TFNation 2017!

For those unaware, THE FORGE is our home for arts and crafts created by the many passionate and talented members of the Transformers community. Housed in a brighter, more accessible room you won't miss, the items on sale here will cover all styles, materials, ideas and influences.... so lets see who we have:

Nate 'Natephoenix' Hammond DeviantArt: https://natephoenix.deviantart.com Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/NatephoenixArt/

Following the end of his 8-year run on zombie-themed webcomic, Jazz and Jess, Nate turned his attention to another of his loves, Transformers. Since then, he became a member of the 'Lost Seeds Studios', who have produced comic art and box design for several 3rd Party companies, such as Warbotron, Keith's Fantasy Club, X-Transbots and more!You'll probably find Nate either singing, dancing or hugging someone.

Lem Art Tumblr: https://lems-art-blog.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/Lem_BorghiniEtsy: https://www.etsy.com/de/shop/LeMonFashionStudio

Mixed media all-arounder freelance artist and 'Robot Couture' fashion designer from Germany, inventor of the 'Enerjohnnies' clothing- and accessories-line, bringer of nerdy loot, but also really looking forward to just chatting with you guys so come and visit me in the forge.

Larrydraws and Herzspalter Twitter: https://twitter.com/larry_draws, https://twitter.com/Herzspalter Tumblr: http://larrydrawsrobots.tumblr.com/, http://herzspalter.tumblr.com/

A Russian and a Swiss artist brought together by The Power Of Love... for Transformers! Herzspalter has recently contributed to the epic fan comic book project featured at TFNation - Re-Animated and Larry has been busy creating TFNation exclusive artwork. With their forces combined they bring posters, stickers, badges, keychains, as well as some original pieces and sketchbooks! Wares include pieces inspired by many beloved continuities, from G1 and Beast Wars to TFA and current IDW comics.

Coralus Website: http://umimiyao15.wix.com/coralus Tumblr: http://coralus.tumblr.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/coralus_SF

Coralus, also known as Umi, is a young aspiring artist at age of 19. Freelancing as comic and illustrator artist―mainly draws robots/mecha and japanese animation style. She had contributed illustrations and mecha designing for Space Colony Studios in UK, enlisted to work for MARVEL comics, soon to be a creator for Flashstrike, a Transformers original comic, a collaboration with her writer, Peri, and working as comic artist for MMC company. She also dreams to work in IDW soon for Transformers comics with great support from her fans and her friends from IDW

Lyrica Belachium Deviantart: http://lyricabelachium.deviantart.com/ Tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/lyricabelachium

Lyrica is a Freelance artist, mostly known for her cartoon work and background in Animation. Her work features mostly that of Transformers Animated, including comics, animations, and illustrations.

We66 ILLUSTRATION Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/nathanwe66/ Facebook: https://m.facebook.com/Britformers

A freelance artist working in the games and comics market. We66 drew a strip for the Transformers Armada retrospective magazine being released at TFNation and I'm co creator of a new project called BRITFORMERS.

Paul Goodenough Facebook http://www.facebook.com/paul.goodenough, http://www.facebook.com/thechimeran, http://www.facebook.com/jointhefeatherhood Website: http://www.thechimeran.com

Paul is a multi award winning and Emmy nominated writer and producer for TV, Films, Comics and Books, working on brands including How To Train Your Dragon, Sherlock Holmes, Doctor Who, Beano, Warhammer 40K and GI Joe. He's also written fan comics for Transformers and Future Shocks, and is the co-creator of The Chimeran with Gary Kurtz (Star Wars, Dark Crystal), Richard Bazley (Iron Giant, Harry Potter) and Simon Furman (Transformers, Terminator) and also he's the creator of upcoming comic series, The Featherhood.

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Jon, Temple and Lauren are excited to be selling a range of unique products from art prints and tote bags to charms and embroidery patches! We’re long-time Transformers fans, come visit our stall to chill and chat! You can preview Jon’s merch at https://www.tictail.com/s/greenrobots and http://greenjon.tumblr.com And Lauren’s merch at https://www.etsy.com/shop/PinkBirdOriginals/items and https://twitter.com/PinkBird_Tweets

Vanessa Sutherland Tumblr: http://kannter.tumblr.com/ Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/nessasart deviantART: http://kannter.deviantart.com/

A fan artist and convention-goer from Scotland, who dabbles in anything that plays to my interest, for example Transformers, Cardfight Vanguard, Yu-Gi-Oh and various other works of fiction. Previous work has been for Varg Veum (2014), as well as previous convention work for Auto Assembly. Vanessa will be selling prints, key-rings, and mugs!

Sam Palmer Sam is a UK-based comic colourist, artist and animator. A member of the online Transformer fandom for many many years, he discovered a talent for comic colouring while studying his degree in 2D digital animation, and has since contributed to many Transformers fan endeavours, including Transformers: Mosaic and Transformers: The Lost Seasons and has worked professionally on Titan's Transformers: Prime comic, Fub Pub's Transformers Collectors Club comics and on various projects for Botcon and Joecon. Outside of Transformers he's worked on properties such as GI Joe, Power Rangers and Geek Girl as well as the critically acclaimed graphic novel Video Nasty. He'll be doing sketches and selling prints all weekend.

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lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks · 7 years

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Writting Prompt: Danny cries in his sleep, sometimes really loud. And screams. Once he even transform while sleeping. The problem is, he start to doing it when he fall asleep in class. Hope it's good enough to write

angst oh god what is with this phandom and angst okay here’s ur angst with a heavy dose of weird millennial humour because this bitch can’t angst without a metric fuck of comedy sprinkled all over the place

also I’m sick and wrote half of this in the middle of the night while feverish so like, I did my best

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“OKAY THIS IS FINE.” Danny said aloud to the floor. He didn’t really intend the floor to be the recipient of his ire but it was where his face was currently planted so it would just have to ding darn diddly deal with it.

Danny had experienced his fair share of being stuck in awkward positions but this one had rivalled many of his top ten, and he hadn’t even been thrown across a room by a ghost to achieve it! Nope, he just fell out of bed.

One arm was flung out before him, the other awkwardly pulled behind his back, still twisted up in his bedsheets, along with his leg. Just the one leg, the other was hanging - in quite a remarkable display of inhuman dexterity - over his shoulder.

All it took was some gut wrenching, heart stopping, bile inducing nightmares. Nothing fancy really, just the visceral image of everyone he loved and cared about DYING from TOO MUCH FIRE right in front of his eyes as he watched helplessly. Yep.

“THIS IS FINE.” Danny said again, a little louder this time. The carpet smelled like feet, Danny decided maybe he should take his eating hole off the gross floor before he caught a foot fungus on his lip. He knew it was possible, it happened to Ricky Marsh once at camp.

Yeah Danny should REEEAAAALLY get his face off that carpet. Right now, yep. He was gonna get up at this very mome-

Jazz heard a loud snore come from Danny’s bedroom. He was supposed to be up half an hour ago, school started in ten minutes. But she knew he had a plate piled high with superhero shenanigans that kept him up at obnoxiously late hours nine nights out of ten. The bags under his eyes could hold all the homework he never got done, with extra space for his unfinished chores.

Jazz was fully prepared to sneak in and firmly tuck him into bed with ghost proof sheets, a lie, an excuse and at least three compromises balanced on her tongue ready to jump at any parent and/or teacher that wanted her brother out of the warm sanctuary of bed today. Then she heard his gentle snores twist into a devastatingly soul crushing little whimper.

Oh boy, that wasn’t good.

Jazz opened her brother’s bedroom door and quietly peered inside to find… no one. He wasn’t there. Typical ghost bullshi-

Jazz had almost closed the door when she heard it again, that tiny little whimper. Was he invisible? She thought to herself, barely acknowledging how fucking weird her life had gotten that that question came so naturally to her.

Jazz padded into the room and found that Danny had, somehow, managed to fall asleep on the floor beside his bed. One leg still hanging in the air via blanket sling, it was almost funny, until he screamed that is.

Jazz nearly jumped out of her spotty blue socks when a noise ripped out of her sleeping brother’s throat, a noise that honestly could have come from the cutting room floor of a horror flick that was deemed too terrifyingly violent to be shown on screens literally anywhere. His back was arched, his mouth wide, hands curled in on themselves, he almost looked as though he were convulsing.

It stopped suddenly, with a gasp and a jolt Danny woke. He didn’t shoot up or flail about, he just laid down on the floor, eyes blearily noticing that there was another person in the room. Jazz sat down by his side as he wiped his face, staring at the tears on his hands.

“Are you okay?” she asked.

Danny glared at her.

“Sorry, standard question.” Jazz mumbled as she unhooked his foot from the clinging bedsheets. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny, still laying on the floor, swung his right arm around, it had gone numb and tingly, the kind of numb and tingly that really hecking hurt when he started moving it again, yeesh.

“I had this really gnarly dream,” he started as he massaged his arm, Jazz listened intently. “I ordered a sandwich without mayo but when I bit into it there was mayo like, EVERYWHERE and-”

Jazz dropped a pillow on his face.

“That was rude.” Danny’s muffled voice grumbled.

“If you don’t want to talk about it you can just say so instead of being an asshole.” Jazz huffed as she found a pair of jeans and a shirt that were Clean Enough and threw them at the pillow. “You were crying and screaming, I was WORRIED.”

Danny pulled the pillow and clothes away and looked at his sister, actually looked her in the face. Her eyebrows were pulled tight and she was gnawing on her bottom lip, she really did look worried. Danny sat up and fished a somewhat pungent binder from under his bed, Pariah’s Oath he really needed to do his laundry.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” he stared down at his hands, face suspiciously neutral.

“Okay.” Jazz’s voice was gentle, she wasn’t going to push it, she’d learned a long time ago that it always just made things worse. “That’s okay, just know you can always talk to me, alright?”

Danny stood up and stretched, joints cracking and popping in a way that made Jazz want to barf. He could feel his arm again, thank the Ancients.

“You say that now, but every time a new rocket model comes out-”

“Bye Danny.” Jazz fucked off faster than Johnny’s shadow at dawn, absolutely Not wanting to stick around for another geeky space rant. Danny’s shit eating grin followed her out the door until it clicked shut, suddenly dropping back into the deadass tired face of a student who was entirely convinced that consistent sleep schedules were a myth.

He was not okay, ooooh he was so not okay.

Falling asleep again had been a mistake, a GRAVE mista- no okay, no, that pun was just inappropriate. He’d just had not one, but TWO disgustingly detailed nightmares about Literally Everyone dying, death puns were OFF the table right now.

Regular puns were still on the cards though, he thought to himself as he plopped his Little Pocket Book of Puns on top of a deck of cards sitting on his desk. He was proud of that one, in fact he snapchatted it, his smug face squeezed into the corner of the shot by the words ‘passng chem is off the cards bt my puns arnt’. It was easy to fool people with photos, he only had to pull off one good smile and people thought he was fine.

The flood of horrified snapchats he received in return made him giddy. Everything from a two minute video of Valerie trying not to hurl to a picture of Dash’s middle finger. Danny grinned, his grin looked genuine, it was not.

“This is fine.” he lied.

*RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRING*

Danny barely made it through the door before the bell went off, he celebrated his victory with a very brief and offensively outdated dance move before Tucker threw a pen at his head and the teacher told him to sit down before he hurt himself.

Danny’s goofy grin remained plastered onto his face as he sat next to Tucker, who was giving him the kind of look that was usually reserved for the weird surrealist internet videos Nathan always tagged him in on Facebook.

“You are like…” Tucker started, fiddling with the broken nib of his stylus. “Super hyper today what the fu-”

“Language, Foley.” the homeroom teacher deadpanned from behind his book.

“Sorry sir! But seriously what the fuck dude.” Tucker continued at a still very perceptible volume. The teacher sighed heavily.

“It’s cool I’m fine I just got like two hours of sleep and drank five coffees in ten minutes I think I can hear colours.” Danny’s eye twitched.

Tucker didn’t laugh, Danny was trying to be funny but it was like, twelve year old funny. He sighed and lowered his voice.

“You’re having nightmares again aren’t you.” Tucker stared through Danny’s plastic grin with serious eyes. “We talked about this Danny, I told you to STOP faking this shit with me. You know what happens when you don’t get enough sleep, you get really fucking weird.”

“Did you get my snapchat this morning?” Danny asked as though he hadn’t heard a single word his best friend had just said.

“Yes, it was awful and I hate you.” The jab had no bite, Tucker couldn’t stand seeing Danny like this, it was like some awful parody of his friend amped up to eleven. He didn’t bother trying to talk sense into him, sense was gone, sense was out the window, sense was on the next plane to god damn Timbuktu.

Danny’s giddiness didn’t let up a single inch throughout their first couple of morning classes. He had stupid jokes and shitty puns hidden up every sleeve in the building, and the tiniest little thing would set him off giggling. Star smacked a fly with a ruler, Danny literally fell off his chair laughing.

Mr Lancer gave Tucker permission to drag Danny out into the hallway to calm down. Tucker grimaced in apology as he dragged along a snorting Danny by the sleeve, the rest of the class having a good laugh of their own.

“Do you think he’s like, actually on drugs or something?” Tucker heard Paulina whisper not even remotely quietly as they left the room.

The moment the classroom door had closed, Tucker slammed Danny against the wall.

“DUDE! GET. A. GRIP.” Tucker was not even in the general vicinity of fucking around right now. Danny needed to chill his tits before he got into serious trouble, the last thing he needed was a detention lumped on top of the pile of reasons Danny’s life was a train wreck.

Danny clenched his teeth, his eyes were wide, too wide. Then his mouth curled up and a laugh squeezed its way through taught lips. Oh no, not again. Not on Tucker’s watch. Before the next giggle fit could get into full swing Tucker had pulled out his drink bottle, uncapped it, and dumped the entirety of its contents on Danny’s stupid guffawing head.

A cough and a splutter later and Danny was sitting on the floor, the stupid grin officially washed from his face.

“Can we talk like actual human beings now?” Tucker asked, the plastic water bottle thudding emptily on the ground.

“I’m not an 'actual human being’. So no. I can’t.” Danny’s voice was short and clipped, his expression stony.

Tucker slumped to the floor next to his best friend, ignoring the puddle he was half sitting in. They sat in silence for a bit, listening to Mr Lancer’s muffled voice droning on about adverbs or something. A squeak from someone’s shoe echoed down the empty hall. A fluorescent light flickered. Danny winced.

“You wanna borrow my earphones? I’ve got some chill tunes if you need to like, shut everything out for a bit.” Tucker held the tangled cords out to Danny who promptly stuck them in his ears and buried his face in his arms. It was all just, just too much right now.

He threw his hands over his ears when the bell rang, Tucker put a gentle arm around his shoulder.

“C'mon, it’s about to get really loud out here.” he said quietly, taking Danny by the arm and leading him to their next class. It was history, they were watching a movie. Perfect. Tucker rolled up his jacket and put it on the desk in front of Danny.

“Try and sleep a bit, if you can. You can copy my notes later.”

Tucker was a good friend.

Danny put his head down, Tucker’s chill playlist still thrumming softly in his ears. He didn’t want to sleep, he didn’t want to see everyone die again, but his eyes could barely stay open. He read somewhere online that just laying down and resting was still good for you, even if he didn’t sleep he could still get some energy back at least, maybe.

He was out like a light the moment his head hit Tucker’s jacket.

The dream was never the same. Every time it started as just a regular weird ass dream, he was at the Nasty Burger, but he was sitting at his kitchen table. His friends were there, so was some guy he’d never met, they were talking about monster trucks or… something. The guy he didn’t know was showing him a song he wrote, it was gentle and calm, Danny liked it.

That was when the Guys in White showed up. They’d been there before, but not every time. Danny remembered the last dream he had, vaguely, he didn’t know he was dreaming now, but he knew what was going to happen next.

“RUN!” he tried to scream, but his voice came out strangled and quiet. Sam and Tucker kept chatting, they couldn’t see the danger, the strange guy started playing a different song, he had an acoustic guitar now and was on a stage that wasn’t there before.

The Guys in White aimed their ectoguns, knocking off shots around the entire Nasty Burger, Valerie collapsed behind the counter, had she always been there? Jazz was next, she was reading a book on the lounge that had definitely been there the whole time. Danny kept trying to scream, but his throat just couldn’t make anything more than a strangled rasping noise.

Sam and Tucker collapsed before him, the music changed again, the guy on the stage had a smoking hole in his chest, he was playing a cello now. The music was calm, soft and gentle, it hadn’t stopped during the shooting. The GIW agent at the head of the group turned to Danny, face splitting into an evil grin, flaming hair licking at his temples, it wasn’t a GIW agent any more. It had never been a GIW agent.

Danny tried to transform, he needed to save them, they were dead but he NEEDED to save them, if he could go ghost, if he could change he could fix this. His core felt so far away, the cold chill within him just JUST out of his grasp. Why couldn’t he change? WHY COULDN’T HE CHANGE?

Tucker sat at his desk in the dark classroom, taking halfassed notes about… something something president Washington. Hadn’t they already covered this? A flash at the edge of his vision pulled his tired gaze over to the sleeping mess beside him. Danny made a noise, a whimper? It sounded like he was trying to say something.

“Ru… ru-” Danny muttered, voice broken and, oh god he sounded so terrified.

Tucker’s heart splintered into tiny little pieces, and those tiny pieces shattered until his heart was basically just a pile of powder, really sad and devastated powder. Concentrated melancholy, in powder form. He nudged Danny.

“Danny, Danny wake up. Dude you’re talking in your sleep, WAKE UP.” Tucker was super worried, like beyond overprotective mother worried, if Danny said something incriminating in his sleep, if he said something about PHANTOM-

“Gotta… go-” a strand of silver began to creep through Danny’s dark hair.

Oh fuck.

Tucker shook Danny as violently as he subtly could, he needed to wake up. He needed to wake the fuck up right the fuck right NOW. FUCK. It was panic time, shit was getting dangerously identity revealing up in here and Tucker had to do something about it.

More silver was weaving through Danny’s hair, flickers of a dark, skin tight costume appearing for only the briefest of anxiety inducing moments. They were sitting in the back corner of the room, no one had noticed that anything was wrong yet, but someone would. Someone would notice SOON if Tucker couldn’t get Danny to wAKE THE HECKING FUCK HELL UP.

“Danny I swear to god if you don’t wake up I’m going to kill the rest of you. WAKE. UP.” How was Tucker supposed to wake him up without drawing attention to- oh good lordy fucK HIS HAIR.

Tucker pulled Danny’s hood over his head as quickly as he could nearly half a second after a flash of white overtook his entire scalp. Had anyone noticed?? Tucker glanced around the room, nobody was looking, thank christ Wes wasn’t in this class.

Tucker tucked the white strands into the hood as best he could manage before texting Sam as fast as his fingers would allow.

Sam was in the middle of copying some crap about photosynthesis that she already knew when she felt her phone buzz. It was from Tucker, and if his spelling was anything to go by, he was in trouble.

'DIASTRACTION NOWm’

Sam got the gist.

Pretending she was about to vomit everywhere was an easy way out of the classroom, and from there it was just a quick run to the fire alarm. It wasn’t the first time Sam had pulled off a fake emergency, she smashed the glass and hit the button with no hesitation, fuck the consequences. From there she just had to figure out where Danny and Tucker were, they all had copies of each other’s classes in case of just such emergencies.

History, they had history. She knew which room that was.

Sam took off running, boots thundering through the crowds of students filtering out of their classrooms. Sam could barely hear the alarm over the sound of her heart beat thudding in her ears, she didn’t have time to panic and worry, something was wrong and the most important thing right now was finding out what it was and if her friends were okay.

Someone noticed her through the crowd though. As she smashed through a group of kids coming out of a maths class, one guy caught her gaze, one guy decided to follow. Jesus shit she did NOT have the time for this.

Sam detoured down a seperate hallway, the tall redhead on her tail easily keeping pace, why couldn’t he just mind his own god damn business for once and, you know what? Sam thought, FUCK IT.

Another detour into an empty classroom and she had him. Bursting through the door after her, Wes looked around fervently, expecting to find Danny in some kind of juicy compromising situation. What he got was a surprise boot to the gut and he hit the deck like a sack of bricks.

Sam didn’t waste a second before bolting from the room, Wes had already taken up enough of her precious time.

Wes coughed and wheezed and tried to drag a breath into his aching abdomen, she’d clocked him a damn heavy blow and his body was not cooperating until it had a good few moments to recover from Whatever The Fuck Just Happened.

Damn it he was so close!

“Alright everyone, out onto the parking lot, like we do literally every other week.” The history teacher droned, his voice dry. He didn’t even bother making sure everyone left the room before walking out himself, it was probably a ghost attack anyway. These things lost their sense of urgency after the last fifty billion times, the only reason he didn’t make everyone get back into their seats was for legal reasons and honestly, he could really use the smoke break.

Tucker made a show of getting up to leave, but once he and Danny were the only two left he immediately dropped his shit and whammo’d his fists down on Danny’s desk.

“WAKE UP!” He yelled as Sam slid haphazardly into the room, clocking her hip on the teacher’s desk as she failed to reign in her momentum. She struggled with her footing for a moment before catching herself and racing up to the back of the class.

“Is he okay? What’s happening??” she asked, breathlessly.

Tucker lifted the hood from Danny’s bright-ass silvery hair.

“He’s transforming in his sleep and I can’t get him to wake up.” Tucker rushed out in one breath before grabbing Danny by the shoulders. “WAKE. UP. WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!!” Tucker screamed while shaking him with about as much tenderness as an irate Skulker on illegal performance enhancing ghost drugs. Finally, it was enough.

Danny jolted roughly, spasmed almost, and opened his fluorescent green eyes. Sam and Tucker took a quick step back in case he lashed out, but he didn’t. Danny’s hands gripped at the table hard enough to leave gouges in the sharpie-graffiti stained surface as his breath came out laboured and rasping. Tears smeared across his cheeks and dripped from his nose and chin.

He blinked, hard, before finally raising his head from the desk, looking remarkably disoriented. He was still flickering in and out of ghost form, disappearing from view entirely a few times as well, but it was slowing down as he took a few deep, shuddering breaths. Soon enough he was calm enough to stick to one form, human fortunately.

Sam breathed out a sigh and sat heavily on the nearest chair. He was okay and god she needed to sit down and catch the breath she’d left behind in science class.

Tucker sat beside Danny - who was now vigorously rubbing at his face - and took back his earphones, Sam could hear something that sounded like a cello playing through the small speakers

Tucker got through maybe the first two syllables of the standard 'are you okay?’ when he was abruptly cut off by a mildly lisping giggle.

Wes stood half through the doorway, phone out and trained on Danny’s previously unstable form. He looked a little pale and seemed to be having trouble breathing but that didn’t stop a wide shit eating grin from stretching across his freckled cheeks.

“Gotcha.” he sneered before turning on his heel and fleeing in unbridled glee.

Sam had recovered quickly from her previous run, she was on him like the Box Ghost on a roll of bubble wrap. Tucker heard the pounding of two sets of feet followed by a loud THUD, a squeal, and then what sounded suspiciously like a phone being heavily stomped on by a very firmly placed boot. The groaning came after that, punctuated with some extremely foul language that may have been spluttered through a bleeding nose and/or lip.

Sam came back into the room with a crushed phone in one hand and bloody knuckles on the other. She wasn’t dicking around, not today.

“You okay Danny?” she asked, getting only a tired glare in response. “Sorry, standard question.”

Sam picked up Danny’s backpack and put her hand out for him to take, he grasped it gratefully and she pulled him up from his chair as Tucker wound an arm around his waist. With the support of the two actual greatest people in the whole damn world, Danny walked out of the school and into the parking lot where an exasperated principal Ishiyama was counting heads and calling names.

“Equal Rites! What were you three still doing inside? Get into your- Mr Fenton are you alright?” Mr Lancer’s angry stride softened into a quick jog, concern weaving it’s way through his face at the sight of Danny’s red eyes and wet cheeks.

“He uh, had a head on collision with Wes on our way out.” said Sam, like a liar. “Took a corner too fast and copped a hit to the nose so his eyes got all teary, but he’s okay.”

“Wes might need a little help though.” Tucker added on. “We offered but he’s pretty much convinced we just rammed him on purpose and he threatened to tell everyone we beat him up sooo we kinda just left him on the floor.”

Lancer rubbed at his brow, exasperated. He did NOT have the time for Wes shenanigans. He took a quick look at Danny’s face, checking for any bleeding, satisfied when he could find none he sent the three on their way to get their names marked off before he headed back to the school building to find Wes.

“Thanks.” Danny squeezed Sam and Tucker tenderly, never wanting to let them go. He was so glad they were here, he was so glad they were alive.

“Sleepover at my place tonight.” Tucker declared. “No exceptions, there’s gonna be cuddle piles and maybe a pillow fort, but definitely lots of these.” he gave Danny a big ol’ smooch on the forehead and pulled him in for a tight hug. “You’re gonna be fine man, you’ll be okay.”

Sam jumped on and threw her arms around both her boys, pressing her lips against Danny’s cheek.

“We’re not going anywhere, okay? We’re gonna sleep right beside you and tell those fucking nightmares to fuck right off, just like last time.” Sam gave him a hearty thump on the back that might have knocked over a regular human, but Danny barely shifted.

What in Ring and Crown’s name did he ever do to deserve these two.

That night after a coma inducing amount of junk food and soft drink Danny passed out smushed between Sam and Tuck in what was pretty much the most affectionate and down right adorable Danny Sandwich either of them had ever made.

He dreamed of the three of them beating the shit out of Dan with Fenton Anti-Creep Sticks. He hadn’t slept so well in years.

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SYTYCD14 - top 7 perform

What’s the “your votes determine the finalists” thing? Are we having a top 6 final? A double elimination next week? They need to explain.

Nice opening number, if a little hectic, but it had sooooo many sync issues.

Why is this show so enamoured with Jenna? She’s a good dancer but like it’s like they always go out of their way to feature and compliment her :|

Oh my god, what the heck is Vanessa’s makeup team doing?! They are making her look more and more ridiculous every week.

Lex and Gaby - Hip hop Lex wore a flannel and beanie to rehearsals. He already wins in my book. There were times where I found Gaby more hard-hitting than Lex but Lex was still great and overall I liked this dance. Definitely in LexNation.

Logan and Allison - African jazz Did he say “I need a brain fart!”? WHat?? I loved the staging and lighting and it’s amazing. Liked the bit with the boards. Lots of fast action and athleticism. It took me a while to differentiate Logan and Allison. ANd what even with his solo, like he was trying to break the world record for head spinning or something. Whoa.

Kaylee and Cyrus - Contemporary Wow. Tyce Diorio managed to use both Kaylee’s unique way of movement and Cyrus’ animation background, coupled with good music choice. The musicality in the choreography was great. There was a bit too much angsty flailing for my liking but this was still a well-crafted piece.

Kiki and Jenna - Broadway Ugh, why did they have to be in horrendous full red costumes??????? Cos that was the only bad thing about that number. How many people did they need to throw all those canes? Honestly though, can we stop the #daddykiki thing because Kiki seems like such a casual down to earth guy and it seems to make him a bit uncomfortable. Also, I really want to haul out some scientific equipment to see how fast exactly he is turning.

Koine and Marko - Jive Marko is geeky glasses. Why didn’t anyone think of that earlier? Holy smokes! That was great! I noticed when they do kicks to the side their feet tend to be flexed - not even flopping, just flexed. Not sure if it’s intentional or if it’s because of the sneakers, but they can point their feet all other times so idk. And the song! I love it.

All-star group number. When will they give them a street style? Also, what is Brian Friedman’s thing with stillettos??? Is he trying to kill everyone’s feet? Still, very visually interesting dance.

Taylor and Robert - Contemporary Last week someone pointed out to me that Taylor always lifts the same leg and now that’s all I see. I think Logan does it too, but it’s really obvious for Taylor because she lifts her legs all the time. That said her dance with Robert had some interesting lifts and her solo was a biiit different from her usual ones so at least she seems aware that she needs to keep things interesting on TV instead of just treating it like a regular competition.

Comfort and Mark - Hip hop Where did Mark get that amazing colorblock shirt from?? I want one! “It better not be another love story!” Same Comfort, same. Seemed to have a lot of side-by-side for a “fight” but this dance was fantastic. Very in sync, very in character, very sharp.

And we had some contestant group numbers! Finally!

Lex, Logan, and Kaylee Very interesting, but really obvious sync issues.

Koine, Kiki, Taylor and Mark This was stunning. FIrstly, it was pretty cool how the tones of their costumes change with the lighting. The choreography reflected the message wonderfully. Each dancer’s moves connected to the next. What was that flipping thing Mark and Kiki were doing? Or after that when Koine climbed on Kiki’s shoulders and they had to stand up? Whoa.

Why did they make Kaylee, Logan and Lex change outfits before coming on for elimination.

Bottom 3: Kaylee, Mark and Kiki. It’s Kiki’s first time in the bottom 3, so I’m not surprised he didn’t go home. It was Kaylee’s second straight week and so far whoever has been eliminated (sans Robert) were eliminated after appearing in the bottom twice in a row. Apparently Mark has the least votes which I’m quite surprised about becuase he has such a cool personality. Sucks to see him go. None of his routines with Comfort were really my favourite but I liked seeing him dance.

#So You Think You Can Dance #sytycd #sytycd 14

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Hey Q! It's 2017, not 1981!

Yeah, no shit! I hear it often. I realize that I'm 51 and not 15. My recent stay in the hospital taught me that for sure. I am not bulletproof. I am not invincible. That said, I am still The Q and that must count for something.

The 15 year old Q listened to Led Zeppelin and the first three Van Halen albums religiously. He still does at age 51. Van Halen and Van Halen II get regular rotation in Donna's Jeep. Most of my Zeppelin CDs are in my car. I have the Deluxe Editions at home in my personal library.

I often hear people ask the question of if you could talk to your teenage self, what would you say to him? There's a thousand things I would say to him. I'd probably slap him upside the head because the 15 year old me could be an ornery prick at times. I trusted nobody, was mad at the world, hated school, and hated where I lived. My original escape was through sports, though I was never any good at it. The escape route later came through music. My parents hated that idea.

A girl I dated in high school took me to a dance at St. Mary's in Lynn. There was a band onstage made up of kids from the school playing the classic rock covers of the day. My date totally lost my attention. Sorry Pam, and thank you. I was mesmerized by what I heard, not to mention what I saw in the crowd. There were girls dancing to the music. So what if a bunch of them dressed like their boyfriends in flannel shirts, Levi's, and work boots. Many of them sported the Farrah flip do from Logan's Run that I still like to this day. I started saving for an electric guitar the next day. 36 years later, I am still playing music. Why? Because I can? Sure! Because I want to? Yeah, that too. The correct answer is because I HAVE to. This thing is in my blood. Most guys take up music to meet girls. I was no exception. The only problem was my taste in music was undesirable to most of my local lady peers, meaning if I wanted to date, I had to listen to crappy music. I gave in and gave up often. My music always won.

But back to that mano a mano with Q51 vs Q15. In the back of my 15 year old head, I had a blind faith that things would get better, though I was also very cynical. I often associated myself with older people. I could not relate to my own age group that well, but give me some people 10 years older than me and it was a different ball game. I wanted to be like Larry on Three's Company at the Regal Beagle having drinks with an airline stewardess in a spaghetti strap or sleeveless summer dress with a flower in her hair. You know, like the girl on the cover of Bob Welch's French Kiss album. It wasn't happening.

Teen years are tough. Later I learned that we all had a hard time going through them. Let's face it, we are awkward and geeky. I was blessed with the Grand Slam Of Teenage Hell in junior high: skinny, glasses, braces, and freckles. Throw in a bad haircut and a Prince stache and you got it. People told me I'd get through it if I stuck to my guns. Would I have listened to the 51 year old me? Who knows? I'm betting no. Listening wasn't my forte unless it was, say, a Grand Funk or Alice Cooper 8 track.

Yeah, I had to learn a lot of things the hard way as a teen. My alcohol and drug problems in high school, college, and most of my 30 somethings. Even now, I found out I have Type 2 Diabetes and must watch my carbs. I wouldn't have listened then and I didn't until I got diagnosed. I honestly thought I was never going to make it to 25. I was surprised when I did. I was on a deathwish. Both of my parents had major health issues. We lived on red meat and starchy vegetables. Like The Mick once said: "If I knew I was going to live this long, I would have taken better care of myself."

I think the discussion of Q51 and Q15 would be mind blowing to the young buck. Telling him that he'd move out of Southie and go to Dorchester for 13 years. Unthinkable during the Bosco years. Southie and Dot guys broke each other's balls. It was a time honored tradition. That he'd forgive people that screwed him over? I'm Scotch-Irish. We invented the grudge. Even when it was sister Pat off her meds blabbing more info than they needed to know to my classmates. How about people who I thought were my allies that weren't, be it a classmate, bandmate, coworker, girlfriend, or someone that had the misfortune of hitting my radar on a bad day. Life is too short to be angry all the time. It may feel good when you are 15, but not at 51. At 15, a good bout of anger was like drinking 3 cans of Jolt. It makes you wired. At 51, it makes you tired. No more Jolt for this kid. When I went to the clinic to get checked out for what I thought was just a bronchial issue, my blood sugar was 723. I should have been in a coma or worse. Today it was 101, which is good.

Telling the kid he would meet a beautiful woman and be with her for 11 years and counting? He wouldn't believe it. Telling him he had everything he needed except for a little self discipline and self confidence? He would have said that I sounded like all the other people that talked to him over the years. That he'd keep a steady job and not miss a paycheck for 35 years and counting? You gotta be kidding me. That eventually he would find some like minded music people to play with? That some of those people that asked him to play music with them played on records he had as a teenager? That the suggestion his sister Patty once made that he should buy a Fender bass would open up a whole new world? That same sister that he shrugged off that day for being crazy had a good idea for that 15 year old kid. It would take him almost another 15 years to buy a bass, but when he did, the light at the end of the tunnel was no longer an oncoming train. Being sought out to resurrect Alice Cooper and BOC tribute bands and honor the memory of a dear budzo who would enlighten him beyond belief and mean the world to him? The kid would think I was off my rocker.

How about telling him that he would embrace other forms of music like jazz, soul, early R&B, funk, electronica, and even the dreaded disco!

Q15 was a dog lover. He'd be shocked to find out he became the owner of two ginger kitties. Would he be shocked to find out that he'd move to the North Shore? Telling him about the advancement of electronics and the role they would play in his life. DVDs of Classic TV shows, the Compact Disc, the Internet, the cell phone. The things you could tell him.

Yeah, I could tell him all that, but I think what I'd say would be simple. Be yourself, stick to your guns, don't be an asshole, treat people the way you would like to be treated, and hold on tight. It's a bumpy ride. The things you dream about wanting to do, if you work hard, they will happen. If they don't, you'll find other stuff to take your mind off of it. Oh yeah, and someday South Boston will get cable and there will be a station called Telemundo that you will love because all the women are hot. The only problem is that the show is in Spanish and you're in your fourth year of French. Go get yourself a Latina girl, maybe a New Yorker. Make sure she can speak Spanish so she can translate for you. You'll do fine kid.

#oldschoolrockerreflection

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rebelstreetclothing · 6 years

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What Does Gothic Mean?

Emo is contemporary punk with a dark style sense. It's pop-punk and has nothing to do with Goth besides using a dark style sense.

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craftsguide · 5 years

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Roli’s newest instrument, the Lumi, helps you learn to play piano with lights

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Roli’s newest instrument, the Lumi, helps you learn to play piano with lights

There has been a longstanding gulf between the intake music and the creation of it: not everyone has the time or money to spend on lessons and instruments, and for those in school, many music education programs have been cut back over the years, making the option of learning to play instruments for free less common. Still others have had moments of interest but haven’t procured the process of learning that easy.

Now we’re consider a new wave of startups emerge that are attempting to tackle those issues with technology, making tools and even new instruments that leverage smartphones and tablets, new hardware computing innovations and new software to induce learning music more than only a pastime for a select few.

In the latest development, London startup Roli is launching a new interactive keyboard called the Lumi. Part colourful, audio sensitive lightboard and proportion piano, the Lumi’s keys light up in a colorful array to help guide and teach you to play music. The 11 -inch keyboard — which can be linked up with one or two more of the same to add more octaves — comes with an iPad app that contains hundreds of pieces, and the two are now selling for $249 alongside a new Kickstarter to help drum up interest and offer early-bird discounts. The Kickstarter campaign blew through its modest PS100, 000 aim within a short time, and some of the smaller tiers of pledges now sold out. The product will start shipping in October 2019, the company says.

As you might already know, or have guessed by the reaction to the kickstarter, this is not Roli’s first rodeo: the company has made two other large products( and differences on those two) before this also aimed at music inducing. First came the Seaboard, which Roli described as a new instrument when it first launched. Taking the kind factor of a keyboard, it contained squishy keys that let the player bend notes and make other consequences alongside electronic-based percussive tap, as you would do with a normal keyboard.

Its next product was Blocks: small, modular illuminate committees that also used colored light to guide your playing and help you create new and interesting voices and beats with taps( and using a similarly squidgy surface to the Seaboard ), and then mix them together.

Both of these were interesting, but somewhat aimed at those who were already familiar with playing pianoes or other instruments, or with creating and playing electronic music with synthesizers, FX processors and mixers.( Case in point: the people I know who were most interested in these were my DJ friends and my kids, who both play the piano and are a little nerdy about these things .)

The Lumi is in a way a step back for Roli fom trying to break new ground by conceive of completely new tools, with new sort factors built with the benefits of technology and electronics in mind. But it’s also a step ahead: using a keyboard as the basis of the instrument, the Lumi is more familiar and therefore more accessible — with an accessible cost of $249 to go along with that.

Lumi’s emergence comes after an interesting few years of growth for Roli. The company is one of the select few( and I suppose the only one constructing music tools) to be retailed in Apple stores, and it’s had endorsements from some very high profile people, but that’s about as mainstream as it has been up to now.

The startup’s founder and CEO, American-born Roland Lamb, is probably best described as a polymath, someone who comes across less as a geeky and nervous or( at the other end) ultra smooth-talking startup founder, and more like a calm-voiced thinker who has come out to talk to you in a violate between reading and writing about the nature of music and teaching a small doctrine seminar.

His background also speaks to this unconventional way. Before coming to saw Roli, he had lived in a Zen monastery, made his style around the world playing jazz piano, and studied Chinese and Sanskrit at Harvard and design at the Royal College of Art.

Roli has always been a little cagey about how much it has raised and from whom, but the list includes customer electronics giants like Sony, specialist audio makers like Onkyo, the music giant Univeral Music Group, and VCs that include Founders Fund, Index and LocalGlobe, Kreos Capital, Horizons Ventures and more. It’s also partnered with a number of big names like Pharrell Williams( who is also an investor) in the effort to get its name out.

And while it has most definitely made a mark with a certain echelon of the music world — producers and those creating electronic music — it has not parlayed that into a wider global reputation or wider accessibility. After bringing out tools more for a high end audience, the Lumi seems like an attempt to do merely that.

That seems to be coming at the right time. Service like Spotify and YouTube — and the rise of telephones and internet usage in general — have transformed how we listen to music. We now have a much wider array of things to listen to whenever we want. On top of that, services like YouTube and Soundcloud furthermore are giving us a taste of the creation of our own music: using electronic devices, we can go beyond what might have been limitations up to now( for example, having never learned to play an instrument in the traditional sense) to get stuck into the craft itself.

The Lumi is also tapping into another important theme, and that is of music being “good for you”. There a line of thought that says learning an instrument is good for your mind, both if you’re a younger person who is still in school or indeed out of school and looking to stay sharp. Others believe it has health benefits.

But realistically, these beliefs don’t get applied very often. Roli cites stats that say that only 10% of adults aged 18 -2 9 have played an instrument in the past year, and of those that played as children, some 80% say they quit by age 14.

Putting this together with the Lumi, it seems that the aim is to hit a wider swathe of the market and bring in people who might want to learn something like playing an instrument but had thought previously that it would be too much of a challenge.

Roli isn’t the first — nor likely the last — company to reconsider how to learn playing the piano through technology. The Chinese company ONE Music Group induces both smart-alecky pianos with keyboards that light up, as well as a strip that you overlay on any keyboard, that also corresponds to an iPad app to learn to play piano.

An American startup called McCarthy Music also attains illuminated-key pianos, also subscribing to the principle that providing this kind of guidance to teach muscle memory is an important step in getting a student acquainted with playing on a keyboard.

The Lumi is notable not just because of its cost, but its size — the single, lightweight keyboards have a battery life of six hours and can fit in a backback.

That said, Roli is hoping that there will be a double audience to these in the longer term, bridging the divide between music maker and listener, but also amateur and pro.

“Many people would love to play an instrument but worry that they don’t have the talent. Through our research, design, and invention at ROLI, we’ve come to believe that the problem is not a lack of talent. Rather, instruments themselves are not smart enough, ” said Lamb in a statement. “What arouses me most is that the intelligence of LUMI means that there’s something in it for everyone. On one hand my own kids now favor LUMI time to movie time. On the other hand, several of the world’s resulting keyboard players can’t wait to use LUMI in the studio and on the stage.”