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localsharkcryptid · 5 months
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Got to watch the FNAF Movie last night with my partner and my best buddy tm and OH MY GOD DO I HAVE THOUGHTS-
Sort of spoilers? Maybe? As a heads up. Idk I'll be rambling so just to be safe imma put my thoughts under the cut
This movie honestly was what I wanted, yeah I would've liked some more horror but I thoroughly enjoyed it. Not to mention they FINALLY capitalized on the paranormal aspects of the series which us what I've wanted for ages!!! The ghost kids doing ghost things!!! The kids being able to manipulate the world around them AND the animatronics, and I assume Carl (Mr. Cupcake, he's Carl to me) falls in line with that? Sort of a Donna & Angie situation like in RE Village? Still it was a TREAT from start to finish, full of easter eggs and other nods to the fanbase and just, it was peak. Yeah corny in some places but like, FNAF has always been a little corny- oh AND DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THE NODS TO THE SILVER EYES AND MATTHEW LILLARD'S PERFORMANCE AS WILLIAM!! LIKE FUCKING HE'S SO MENACING WHEN WE FINALLY SEE THE SPRING BONNIE SUIT, MFER HAS TO CROUCH THROUGH A DOORWAY- THEN STANDS UP FULL HEIGHT TO KICK THE SHIT OUT OF MIKE- JUST- I LOVED IT. Yeah every movie has it's flaws but ngl I think this healed something with my inner child. It's a treat and a delight, much like FNAF as a whole, while fun and a bit campy in some places it holds horrendously dark undertones. Also they actually addressed that William hid the bodies of the kids in the suits and I'm so glad they did, cause like, god that's a fucked up detail that goes so over looked these days.
OH OH AND ALSO. FUCKING. FULL USE OF PRACTICAL EFFECTS. THAT ALSO MAKES ME FUCKING LOOSE IT MAN. I LOVE PRACTICAL EFFECTS AND LIKE SEEING THE FILM AND THEN WATCHING DAWKO'S BEHIND THE SCENES VLOGS TO ACTUALLY SEE HOW MOBILE AND EXPRESSIVE THE ANIMATRONICS ARE?? LIKE GODDAMN, I HOPE EVERY PILLOW BELONGING TO THE PEOPLE AT JIM HENSON'S IS COLD FROM NOW UNTIL THE END OF TIME CAUSE THEY DID SOME STUNNING WORK.
ALSO SPARKY THE DOG IS CANON NOW AND IM STILL NOT OVER ITTTTT- I REMEMBER THAT HOAX, I JOINED THE FANBASE RIGHT BEFORE FNAF 3 RELEASED AND LIKE, SPARKYYYY. THAT SILLY DOG HAS MY HEART!!!
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judgementdaysunshine · 10 hours
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Mountain getaway
Pairing: Buddy Matthews x Fem reader x Julia Hart
Description: You and your partners take a trip to the mountains for a romantic trip
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Julia smiles when she sees you asleep in the front seat while Buddy drives to the mountains for your trip together for the next few weeks away from wrestling and training. You wake up as buddy carries you inside smiling when you see the inside of the cabin and the woods through the window all of you eating and having a lazy night in waking up and hiking the trails together stopping for lunch at a small park absolutely loving the peace and quiet serene of the forests and wilderness walking the rest of the biggest trail before heading back to the cabin groaning at buddy massaging the back of your legs before each of you shower watching buddy drawing the scene right outside the bedroom while julia bird watched on the front porch making a stew which was very delicious before all of you turned in for the night going out the next morning picking berries being mindful of their colors knowing that red ones usually were toxic depending on how bright they were coming back with blue, black, and red currant berries use half to make a juice while the others were used for breakfast saving the rest for the next two weeks of staying in the woods going with julia later in the day to collect leaves since the season was changing. After coming back all of you have a small campfire not too far away roasting some deer meat from a few hunters you found on the trails then s'mores having fun sharing a few sips of tequila and taking pictures together agreeing to come back later in the year or the next year as the two of you spend the last two nights re exploring all the trails and woods taking many pictures before slowly packing and leaving definitely recommending your friends go up there or go with the three of you the next time which ended up being a roster trip which everyone enjoyed having frequent trips two or three times to the woods out of a year and each time it was more wonderful than the last.
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wordsinhaled · 7 months
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A and B for the ask game!!
A - Ships that you currently like a lot. (They don’t have to be OTPs because not everyone has OTPs.) Friendships, pairings, threesomes, etc. are allowed.
ok, lemme start rattling 'em off, and i will probably leave things out by accident... good omens— ineffable husbands/spouses/partners/etc etc etc in all their wonderful queer glory. and the crowley/aziraphale & muriel friendship dynamic is lovely. i hope we get to see more of it in s3 <3 doctor who— tenrose, thasmin, doctor/master [also, as an aside, the whittaker!master fanart is glorious and has me in a chokehold if i'm honest. and i recently re-found "the naming of things," aka The Thoschei Fic of All Time; must read if you have not yet read!], thirteen/rose. HONESTLY I MISS DAN & KARVANISTA, not gonna lie. i am a sucker for jack/doctor (and jack & the doctor's entire dynamic, platonic, romantic, whatever, everything they have going on) forever. i haven't seen much of the classic doctors (mostly bits of the fifth doctor), but i thought tegan & ace's cameos in nuwho were fab as well!
the sandman— dreamling of course! dream & matthew (and dream & matthew & jessamy) friendship is my favorite OF COURSE. and i love when hob & matthew are buddies also. also, gaulcienne! dream & johanna and hob & johanna (honestly just... johanna... or like... the grittier potential of johanna, at least, definitely). dream and lucien/ne. as far as dream and his siblings go, dream & death and dream & delirium are my faaaves <3
B - A pairing–platonic, romantic or sexual–that you initially didn’t consider, but someone changed your mind. probably hob/destruction? honestly everything @softest-punk does with hobsband of the endless in general <3
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courtforshort15 · 1 year
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Would be willing to ever give us a sneak peek to one of your future fics? No pressure if you don’t want to, Tuesday just seems so far away for me 😭😭
Hi anon! Sure!! I'd love to do that :)
I was going to give you a small blurb from one of the fics I was posting the next week and the week after, one of which being the third installment of the Coffee Shop Woes series, but they're both on the angsty side, so I thought I'd spare you some sadness today.
Please keep in mind that this fic is EXTREMELY unfinished. I have some chunks missing, and it needs to go through a few rounds of thorough editing, so I probably won't post it for a while. But on the bright side, it's already at 8,000 words, so it'll be even longer once it's finished.
I present to you a fic in which reader meets a man at a bar, gets man's number, only to find out he intentionally gave the wrong number, leading to funny, random conversations with one Matthew Murdock.
I think it's quirky and entertaining, and hope you will to!
Without further adieu....Call Me, Beep Me
It's 6pm on a Friday night and you're home alone…again. An old re-run of a sitcom is on, the static hum of the characters arguing filling your apartment as you stare blankly at the bottle of wine perched on your coffee table. A small smile graces your face when a stupid joke hits your buzzed awareness, but it quickly fades.
You'd had such grand hopes for moving to the city from upstate, expecting new friends and an active social life. But you've failed to establish either, which isn't exactly surprising, when you think about it.
You're an awkward human being. Clumsy, random, so much sadness seeping from your pores sometimes that you don’t know how to connect with people in a way that always seems healthy. People sometimes shy away from you, as if already knowing you’re too much to handle.
You never know quite what to say, and when you do talk, you either say too little or way too much, never quite finding the right balance of what to share. In all your dreams of living in the big apple, you had failed to realize that moving wasn't going to magically solve your inability to socialize.
It's why Ryan had been a brief glimpse of fresh air, the random blonde man who had seemed interested enough to keep a fun, light conversation going while keeping his sole attention on you. Someone who had drawn you out of your shell, someone who had been able to get you to open up, even if only for an hour and a half. It was why you had been upset to realize he had probably thought you just as weird as everyone else.
But…Random Phone Man had somehow managed to stick around for a longer conversation the other night on the phone that you had been expecting, and it hadn’t exactly been unpleasant.
You down the rest of your glass of wine, looking for a little liquid courage, before you snatch up your phone, fingers twitching in some sort of twisted anticipation. You scroll down to your previous calls, unsurprised to find it relatively near the top. Between an absent father and abandoned friendships, your time on the phone is extremely limited. 
You press on his phone number, open it up in the text message format, and think about what you want to say. The words you end up typing aren’t anything special, more random than anything, but the wine flooding through your system doesn’t care.
Text Sent by Me: So…I was wondering if you wanted to be my phone buddy.
Text Sent by Me: Totally fine if you don’t want to be
When there’s not a reply for a few minutes, you put your phone on the cushion next to you with a sigh, but the phone has barely left your fingers when it buzzes.
Text Received from Unknown: I'm sorry, who is this?
You flush, the effects of the wine and embarrassment flooding your cheeks, deciding this was already a bad move on your part, but yolo and all that jazz.
Text Sent by Me: It's the random girl from the bar who someone gave the wrong number to
Text Sent by Me: We talked on the phone the other night
Text Sent by Me: Sorry, this was a bad idea. I'll leave you alone. 
Text Received from Unknown: You saved my number?
Cringing slightly, look up from your phone with a loud sigh, because now that you think about it, maybe it comes across as a little weird. You pour yourself another large glass of wine, and you’re not quite sure if it’s to help you move past the awkwardness of the random conversation, or to help you drown your sorrows at spending yet another Friday night alone. It’s probably both.
Text Sent by Me: I mean, not exactly. It's in my call history. I can delete it though and stop texting you.
Text Received from Unknown: It's no issue
Text Received from Unknown: What exactly is a phone buddy?
Text Sent by Me: Just something new I made up like thirty seconds before I texted you. I’m new to the city and don’t have many friends, so maybe we could talk sometimes?
Text Sent by Me: God, I hate how pathetic I must sound. Sorry.
Text Received from Unknown: If it makes you feel any better, I don't have many friends either.
You can’t help but snort. Men who sound like him, raspy and sarcastic and in control, usually aren’t the type who hurt for company. You imagine there’s a permanent smirk on his lips, eyebrows raised in question, face open in some sort of combined look of amusement and curiosity.
Text Sent by Me: So you're as pathetic and alone as me
Text Received from Unknown: Seems so
Text Sent by Me: Well sounds like maybe you need a phone buddy, too.
Text Sent by Me: You in?
Text Received from Unknown: What do I get out of it, random girl from the bar?
Text Sent by Me: The pleasure of my voice and sporadic text company? My dry wit? My random commentary on all things mundane that you probably will never ask for?
Text Received from Unknown: You’re really selling this.
Text Sent by Me: Part of my awkward charm
Text Received from Unknown: Sure, I guess.
Even in your (more than) buzzed state, you’re still somewhat shocked at the response. With a laugh that borders on manic, you reply, fingers flying over the letters on your screen. You have to retype the words a few times, misspellings frequent due to the way your hands twitch in something akin to excitement. You’re sure you look like a hot mess; cackling, drunk, and shaking hands.
Text Sent by Me: Really?
Text Sent by Me: Don’t sound so excited
Text Sent by Me: You really don't have to
Text Received from Unknown: SURE
Text Sent by Me: Now you just sound like you’re angry
Text Received from Unknown: If you are reading this text, does it really sound like anything?
You groan. He’s one of those guys. Maybe he’d prove to be just as much of a dork as you, filled with shitty jokes people can’t help but laugh at because they’re just that bad. Or maybe he’s just a sarcastic little fucker.
Text Sent by Me: Oh, what an awful dad joke
Text Sent by Me: I revoke my phone buddy invitation
Text Received from Unknown: Too late
Text Received from Unknown: So how does this phone buddy thing work? What does it entail?
Leaning back against the cushions of your couch, you pause to think for a brief moment because you honestly hadn’t thought the conversation would get this far. Your head swims from the wine, warmth coursing through your veins and stomach, and you hiccup loudly. With another drunken laugh, you turn your attention back to your phone, ideas stuttering across your mind. 
Text Sent by Me: Oh, you know. I tell you about the man I saw in the subway station who was humping a trashcan, you tell me about how much you hate your boss. The usual.
Text Received from Unknown: People hump trashcans?
Text Sent by Me: People will hump anything down there. No one really bats an eye
Text Sent by Me: Don’t you live in New York, too? Do you not use the subway?
Text Received from Unknown: Yes, I live in New York. And no, I don’t really use it. 
Text Sent by Me: I guess it's part of the NYC experience, but it's kind of awful. I use it every day to and from work.
Text Received from Unknown: Luckily I only live a few blocks from my office. 
Text Sent by Me: Ugh, I'm jealous now. What do you do?
Text Received from Unknown: I’m a lawyer.
Text Sent by Me: No wonder you don’t have many friends.
Text Sent by Me: Do you work in one of those fancy high-rises? 
Text Received from Unknown: Definitely not
Text Received from Unknown: My partner and I have our own law firm, so our office is pretty small. It’s just him and I, plus a friend of ours.
You’re mildly disappointed at his reply, but you push past it with a laugh.
Text Sent by Me: Oh, nice. How long have you been together?
Text Received from Unknown: We met back in college, so a little over ten years.
Text Sent by Me: Aw, that’s almost disgustingly cute. 
Text Sent by Me: Are you guys married? Got any kids?
Text Received from Unknown: What?
Frowning, you stare down at your phone, curious as to why the question had tripped him up. Tilting your head to the side, you type out the same question.
Text Sent by Me: What?
Text Received from Unknown: Why are you asking if we have kids?
Text Sent by Me: Because he’s your…partner?
Text Received from Unknown: Law partner
Text Received from Unknown: He’s my law partner
Oh.
OH. 
Text Sent by Me: Well I feel incredibly stupid now. I’m also drunk on too much wine, so take that into account.
Text Sent by Me: Please don't sue me for any emotional distress I've caused 
Text Sent by Me: That's a thing, right?
Text Received from Unknown: It is
Text Received from Unknown: I’m drafting up the paperwork as we speak
Text Sent by Me: Fuck
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killedbythegroove · 11 months
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re-watching Muse @ Wembley tonight, will document live reactions (it’s a long post friends):
endlessly amazing how they opened with KoC and now it’s their show finisher :’)
matt deepthroating the entire mic
glitterati my beloveddddd
dom getting so into supermassive black hole me too buddy
mirror manson you sexy sexy thing
chris and matt smiling at each other across the piano during butterflies and hurricanes!! 🥹
morgan putting in the work!!! fuck yeah
the color contrasts of matt in the red suit sat at the black and white piano UGH
finishing Hoodoo with “cheers” this man I can’t
matt honey you are EATING the mic
will never get over the beat of starlight being morse code for tits
THE CHRIS GUITAR POINT AAAAAAAA
“WHAAAYAYAYAYA” - matthew bellamy
JIMMY JAM RIFF
sorry I’m feral over the way chris plays bass in TIRO I need to be euthanized
screaming crying chewing through wire at newborn fuck THE KNEE SLIDE COME ONNNN
the mic is touching matt’s tonsils at this rate
them coming up to dom’s kit at the end of newborn I’m sobbing
chris’ backing vocals during soldiers poem kill me now soldiers poem soldiers poem
unintended acoustic makes me ugly cry
plug in baby swings!! what I would give to witness this performance live
stockholm syndrome is so visceral here wow also dom fucking killing it yes babes
chris’ slutty lil head tilt back I canttttttt
ah yes the muse point 👆👆👆
WOW fuck I forgot how much I love this gig!! “cheers , you’re wicked” - dom howard
Black holes and revelations what a fucking era
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debbiechanclub · 11 months
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Part 1: The Man in the Blindfold
A House of Black magic AU
Pairing: PAC x OFC x Malakai Black Word Count: 3,357 Warnings: Alcohol use and the teeniest tiniest bit of smut so 18+ only
Strange things start to happen in her dreams one night. But she finds that reality might be even stranger.
Masterlist | Read it on AO3
A/N: This is a repost/re-write. I've changed the tense from a second-person "you" to a third-person nameless "she," and included Buddy Matthews from the get-go (when I first started writing this fic, he was not yet in HOB). Thank you to everyone who read the previous version, and I hope you enjoy this one just as much :)
tag squad: @aussiearrow @cowboyslariat @knifepervert @sldghmmr @rusevday @missbrownstone @meteora-fc @bec0m @thatgirlforever5 @rocca09 @adriii-omega
It started in her dreams one night.
It had been an entirely ordinary night. She’d come home from work and spent the evening alone with a carton of Chinese takeout and the television, a typically uneventful Thursday in the dead of winter. But when she finally shut off the TV and crawled into bed just before midnight, her entirely ordinary night turned… strange.
It wasn’t often that she dreamed. At least, not that she could remember, and the only dreams she ever did seem to remember were the ones not worth remembering at all. But that night, she dreamed a dream so vivid that it was permanently seared into her mind’s eye.
At first, she’d thought she’d woken up. Being a rather light sleeper, she had the unfortunate tendency to wake up more than once throughout the night. But as she turned over in hopes of drifting back to sleep, she noticed a light. A warm, otherworldly glow that danced and flickered against her bedroom walls like so many candle flames. But her blackout curtains were drawn closed, and there was no source for the light that she could see. It just… was. And as she tried to figure out how it was, she saw him. A man, standing motionless next to her dresser.
She would have thought it was a bout of sleep paralysis if she hadn’t jolted upright with a startled gasp. But then she was paralyzed by shock, pupils dilated, heart in her throat. And all she could do was watch him.
He looked, for the most part, like a normal man. Shorter than average, but more muscular, too, with a rather unkempt dark beard and long dark hair that was pulled into a knot at the back of his head. But what stood out as peculiar was a dirtied, white cloth blindfold tied around his head.
“Who are you?” she managed to ask, and she was proud that her voice didn’t waver. But the man didn’t answer. Instead, he moved toward her. Slowly, deliberately. And she didn’t shrink away or cower under her covers. She sat transfixed, captivated, filled with an inexplicable sense that he wasn’t there to hurt her.
And then he was right in front of her. He reached out. Her breath hitched in throat as calloused fingers brushed her cheek—
And then she woke up.
It was as if his touch had sent her back to consciousness. One second, she’d been sitting up in bed with him in front of her—solid, whole, clear as day—and the next she was curled up underneath her comforter, alone. The otherworldly light gone, her bedroom dark.
But her heart was still pounding just as hard as it had been in the dream.
It was a fitful, restless night after that. The next morning, she sucked down a venti cold brew to make it through the workday and tried not to think about the man in the blindfold. But it was an impossible effort. Because she’d realized: that hadn’t been just a dream.
It couldn’t have been. It had been too vivid, too real, she’d felt him touch her. She tingled at the memory of it now, how rough his fingers had felt against her skin. He’d appeared in her bedroom, in her subconsciousness, for a reason—a purpose. And she was determined to find out what that purpose was.
On most Fridays she met up with friends for happy hour after work, but that Friday she made up some excuse to go straight home. Part of her wanted to turn in early, eager to fall asleep, to enter that strange dream realm again and ask the man in the blindfold what it was he wanted. But that same inexplicable instinct told her that it couldn’t—shouldn’t—be forced; it just had to happen. So, she went about her evening as routinely as possible and went to bed around the same time she always did.
But she couldn’t fall asleep.
She was too keyed up, too anxious, and she tossed and turned in frustration, tangling the flat sheet under her comforter. Forty-five minutes ticked by, and she was on the verge of getting up to pop a couple melatonin gummies when she felt something. A presence in the room. She closed her eyes—and when she reopened them, she was in the dream realm.
The strange, warm light filled her bedroom again, illuminating the dark. But the man in the blindfold wasn’t standing in the corner. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, right beside her.
She sat up, but not quick or startled like the night before. Curious. He seemed to look right at her despite the blindfold, as if he could see in some way other than with his eyes. She knew that was the case when he reached out and tucked her hair behind her ear. But his touch didn’t send her back to the waking world that time; it exhilarated her. She leaned into it, heart racing. Her body seemed to move of its own accord as she traced her fingertips up his forearm to gently wrap her hand around his wrist. She wanted to see his eyes. But something told her it wasn’t yet time.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
Ever so slight, almost imperceptibly, the man in the blindfold shook his head. “Not yet.”
His accent caught her off-guard, rough and some type of British. But then he brushed his thumb over her bottom lip just so, and she re-awoke in her dark bedroom. The presence she’d felt before she’d fallen asleep was gone now. But her lip still tingled with the ghost of his touch.
The next few days passed by in a blur. Saturday and Sunday night each came and went without a visit from the man in the blindfold, and by Monday she’d checked out entirely from the real world. She spent time on the clock at work researching things like lucid dreaming and astral projection, hoping to dig up an answer to what was happening, how it was happening. But nothing quite fit or made sense. Frustratingly, it seemed that only the man in the blindfold would be able to enlighten her.
And, thankfully, on Monday night he visited again.
He appeared at her bedside just as he had three nights before. She studied him, interested, something electric and palpable pulsing between them, and it wasn’t long before he found the curve of her thigh underneath the blankets. He ran his hand slowly up, higher, higher, until he stopped just shy of where he wasn’t sure he had consent to go. Her body flushed hot with sudden desire. She wanted to feel him.
She ripped the blankets aside and climbed onto his lap, straddling him. His fingers gripped her thighs, and she brought her hands to either side of his face and kissed him. Lustful, rough. His beard scratched her skin, and she moaned into his mouth when he squeezed her backside. He felt as good as real—his lips, his skin, the muscle underneath. And as she threaded her fingers into his hair, she felt the knot of the blindfold at the back of his head.
She pulled back and looked down at him. She wanted to undo the knot and remove the blindfold. She wanted to see his eyes. And when he didn’t pull her fingers away, she knew it was time.
The knot was tight, and it took a few seconds for her to work it loose. But even though her fingers trembled, she wasn’t afraid of what she might find underneath. And when the knot came free and she pulled the dirty, worn cloth from his face, her heart sank.
His eyes were white. Entirely white, other than a faint, milky outline of what should have been his irises. But she didn’t get the sense he was blind; not really. She knew he could see her. And she also knew that whatever had happened to his sight wasn’t natural.
“Who did this to you?” she breathed.
But like all her other questions, it went unanswered. And the next thing she knew, she was awake and alone in her bed again, back underneath the covers, the cloth blindfold still gripped in her hand.
* * * *
One… two… three… four nights passed without another visit. She grew impatient, and then frustrated, and then worried. Was this a test? Was the man in the blindfold discerning if she could be trusted with the answers she sought? Or had she pushed too far too soon? Whatever the case, she sensed there was another party in this, another person, another entity she had yet to encounter—the one who had turned his eyes that eerie, milky white. And based on how quickly he’d disappeared after she’d asked who, she wondered if it maybe was for the best that she didn’t find out.
But her need to know was stronger than her fear. Curiosity killed the cat, and all that.
When the weekend arrived, her best friend insisted that she get out and unwind; she hadn’t been herself the last week. Admittedly, her friend wasn’t wrong—she desperately needed a distraction. So, she agreed to go for drinks at their usual spot, a cozy Irish pub downtown. They sat at a table for two near the bar, but even after two drinks she still bounced her foot anxiously against the floor. She wanted to confide in her friend about what she’d been experiencing, but she neither knew how nor if she even should. She didn’t want to fail if this was a test from the man in the blindfold. She didn’t want her friend to think she was insane.
“Okay, what’s going on with you?” her friend charged. “You’re completely in your head about something, I can tell.”
She flicked her eyes up at her friend and bit the inside of her lip, bouncing her foot faster. How could she possibly begin to explain what was going on? I’ve been having strange dreams. But they weren’t just dreams. The blindfold tucked into the nightstand drawer back in her apartment was proof of that.
“Well?” her friend pressed.
“I…” she started; but a draft of cold air suddenly invaded the warmth of the pub, and the most imposing man she’d ever seen walked through the door.
He had to be six-foot-five and close to three hundred pounds, with dark hair slicked back with grease and a long, unkempt beard. He was followed by a young, pretty blonde who looked comically small and out-of-place beside him, and then an auburn-haired man who obviously spent a lot of time in the gym, the black hoodie he wore stretched by the muscle underneath.
But if those three had captivated her attention, it was nothing compared to the fourth person who walked through the door.
He was dressed in all black just like the others, tall and athletic with a stern, commanding brow and a tiny crescent moon tattooed above his cheekbone. She could tell by the way he carried himself that he was the one in charge—of what, thought, she wasn’t sure. But when he turned and met her gaze, every thought left her head.
And then the man in the blindfold walked in.
Every muscle in her body tensed at once. It was him. He looked nothing like how he’d appeared to her in her bedroom—he was normal, completely normal, with a black beanie on his head and square glasses on his face—but she knew it was him. She could sense it. And when his eyes scanned the room and found hers, she knew he recognized her, too.
“Hello?” Her friend snapped her fingers in front of her face and redrew her attention. “Seriously, are you alright? You’re starting to freak me out.”
“Yeah,” she answered. But she glanced back at the group that had just walked in. “I just think I know that guy.”
Her friend’s brow furrowed, and she discreetly looked toward where the four had settled at a table on the other side of the room. “Which one?”
“Glasses.”
Her friend looked a beat longer, clearly confused still. “From where?”
She didn’t answer. Instead, she picked up her glass and drained the last of her drink. “I need another,” she said, and she stood up and started for the bar before her friend could argue. She actually did need another drink now. But she also hoped that, if she went to the bar, the man in the blindfold would, too.
She set her empty glass on the bar top and asked for another of the same, and it wasn’t long before she got the distinct feeling that someone was watching. She fidgeted, tempted to turn around and look; but she leaned on her elbows and tried to distract herself with the extensive collection of liquor lined up in rows underneath the large, decorative mirror behind the bar. And then she saw movement—his reflection in the mirror. He was coming up to the bar, just like she’d hoped. Their eyes met in the mirror, and then he was right next to her.
He ordered a beer, and a tingle crawled up her spine at the sound of his voice, here, out in the real world. It was the same voice, the same accent that she’d heard just over a week ago, unmistakable. They found each other in the mirror again. His eyes weren’t inhumanely white now. They were a shade of greenish blue with a black pupil in the middle, entirely normal.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” she quietly asked. She wanted verbal confirmation, a nod, a grin, something. She turned her head and looked directly at him. He smirked.
“Don’t ask unnecessary questions.”
Her stomach flipped. That was confirmation enough.
The bartender set both their drinks in front of them. He picked up his and glanced at her. “Don’t drink too much tonight,” he said, and as he walked back to his table, she knew it wasn’t just an unsolicited suggestion. It was an order. Because that night, he’d visit.
* * * *
She left the pub as soon as she finished that drink. Thankfully, her friend stopped prying after the second time she told her she was fine, she didn’t want to talk about it, she just needed to go home and sleep it off.
Her friend didn’t need to know what she really meant by that.
No sooner had she walked through her door than she stripped down to her underwear, pulled on an old, comfortable, oversized t-shirt and crawled into bed. She had a buzz from the alcohol, drinking on a largely empty stomach, too anxious to eat; and as her bare legs slipped between the sheets, she thought of his last visit. The feel of his hands on her body, his lips on hers, the way he’d grabbed her ass as they’d kissed. She slipped her hand under the covers, down her stomach—
And then she was in the dream realm. She opened her eyes. He was with her, overtop of her; and instead of her fingers slipping into her panties, it was his. He pushed them inside her and she let out a moan. He bent his head and nipped at her neck as he worked; she clung to his shoulders, digging her fingernails into his skin. His arousal pressed against her thigh, and she ached to feel it, to feel him inside her—but then he bit her skin hard enough to bruise, and it pushed her over the edge. A cry of pleasure tore from her mouth as her back arched, and then bliss as all her muscles relaxed. He looked down at her; she reached up and pushed his hair out of his face so she could see his eyes. They were white.
“Sleep,” he told her. “We’ll see each other again soon.”
That time, she didn’t awake in the physical version of her bedroom. She slept. More soundly than she’d slept in months, maybe years. When she awoke the next morning, there was a note on her nightstand. It didn’t say much—just an address, date, and time scrawled in black ink. Directions to see him again in just over a week. Not in her dreams, but in reality.
* * * *
Time passed more slowly than she would have liked before the date written on the note finally arrived. She was nervous in the way she might have been if a friend had set her up on a blind date. Butterflies teemed in her gut; she didn’t know what to wear because she had no idea what the evening would entail. So, she just put on a nice top with her favorite pair of jeans and white high-top Converse. It would have to do.
Upping her nervousness—and admittedly, her intrigue—was the fact that the address on the note was that of a private residence in the pricier, historic part of town. She’d recognized the house as soon as she’d pulled it up on Google Street View; she’d admired it many a time before on the way to her favorite ice cream shop. She’d wondered about who lived there many a time, too.
She’d find out tonight.
The note had instructed her to arrive at 9 p.m. sharp, and so she left her apartment with time to spare. She’d considered taking an Uber but had decided it would be best to drive herself; she didn’t want to rely on someone else if she needed to make a speedy getaway. She also hadn’t told anyone where she’d be. It was irresponsible, she knew, but something told her it was information that shouldn’t be disclosed. Besides, she trusted the man in the blindfold; she genuinely felt that he didn’t mean her any harm. And truthfully, she hoped that this cryptic invitation meant he finally trusted her, too.
She found a street parking spot at the end of the block. It was quiet and cold on the walk to the house, and her breath came out in puffs of translucent white from her mouth. She hesitated when she reached the wrought iron gate. It was wide open and there were cars—expensive cars—parked all along the U-shaped driveway, but even though she’d been invited it felt like an intrusion to walk in from the street. But she swallowed down her nervousness and made her way to the front door.
The house was built of brick, stately and old, but well-kept and updated with modern curb appeal. Flames flickered in wrought iron gas lamps mounted on either side of the door, and she thought of that otherworldly light that always danced on her bedroom walls with the appearance of the man in the blindfold. And then a little voice in the back of her head warned: something dark and terrible could be behind that door. But her intrigue, her deep-seeded need to understand, to discover the purpose, drowned it out and drove her forward.
She walked up the steps, treading lightly so as not to disturb the atmosphere of the place—but she had a feeling he already knew she was there. She reached out and pressed the doorbell with her index finger before she could lose the nerve. And then she stuck clammy hands into her coat pockets and waited.
But not for long.
The door opened; her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the man in the blindfold who had answered, but the man with the crescent moon tattoo. He was dressed again in an all-black, this time a suit. He smiled down at her; disarming, strikingly handsome.
“Welcome. We’ve been expecting you.”
He pulled the door open further and stepped aside, gesturing with his free arm for her to come in. And for a second, she hesitated. But then she felt a pull, something beckoning her from inside the house, urging her. There was power and knowledge beyond understanding of what she thought was possible, if only she’d cross the threshold. And so, she swallowed the lump in her throat, and entered the house.
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TV Guide -  December 1 - 7, 1962
Martin Ingerman (March 9, 1936 – October 21, 2015), known professionally as Marty Ingels.  Actor, comedian, comedy sketch writer and theatrical agent, who is best known as the co-star of the 1960s television series I'm Dickens, He's Fenster.
He guest-starred on the CBS sitcoms Pete and Gladys, The Ann Sothern Show, and Hennesey. He also appeared in one episode of ABC's Bewitched as "Diaper Dan", who plants a microphone bug in Tabitha's rattle so a competing advertising agency can scoop and steal Darrin's ideas. He appeared twice as Sol Pomeroy, an army buddy of the character Rob Petrie, on CBS's The Dick Van Dyke Show. In 1978, Ingels guest starred in Season Two, Episode One of The Love Boat.  (Wikipedia)
John Allen Astin (born March 30, 1930) Stage, film and television actor and director who has appeared in numerous stage, television and film roles. He is best known for starring in The Addams Family (1964–1966), as patriarch Gomez Addams, reprising the role in the television film Halloween with the New Addams Family (1977) and the animated series The Addams Family (1992–1993).
Astin started in theater, making his first Broadway appearance as an understudy in Major Barbara, and also did voice-over work for commercials. His first big break in film came with a small role in West Side Story (1961).
During this period, his talent for also playing comedy was spotted by actor Tony Randall, leading to guest starring roles on the sitcom Dennis the Menace, starring Jay North; The Donna Reed Show; and Harrigan and Son, starring Pat O'Brien, the first carried on CBS and the latter two carried on ABC. In 1961, Astin appeared in the final episode of the ABC police drama The Asphalt Jungle.
During the 1962–63 television season, Astin had his first lead in a television series, the ABC sitcom I'm Dickens, He's Fenster, co-starring with Marty Ingels. Astin played Harry Dickens to Ingels's Arch Fenster, as two trouble-prone carpenters. The series combined witty dialogue with moments of slapstick comedy. I'm Dickens, He's Fenster received critical raves, but was against two high-rated shows, Sing Along with Mitch on NBC and Route 66 on CBS. By the time I'm Dickens, He's Fenster gained a following and started winning its time slot, ABC had already canceled the show. 32 episodes were produced.
Astin is perhaps best known for The Addams Family, a popular sitcom that ran on ABC from 1964 to 1966, based on cartoons created by Charles Addams. 
Astin joined the retooled The Pruitts of Southampton (re-titled The Phyllis Diller Show) for the second half of the 1966–67 season, playing Diller's brother-in-law, Angus Pruitt. He also played the Riddler in the second season of Batman (Frank Gorshin returned for the third and final season.) He played submarine commander Matthew Sherman on the 1970s television series Operation Petticoat. He also made several appearances in the first two seasons of the popular mystery series Murder, She Wrote, as scheming real estate developer (and finally Sheriff) Harry Pierce, who ends up as the murderer in his last episode.  Astin starred in the cult classic TV film Evil Roy Slade (1972).  He had a recurring role on the sitcom Night Court as Buddy, eccentric former mental patient and the father of lead character Harry Stone. Astin played the regular role of Ed LaSalle on the short-lived Mary Tyler Moore sitcom Mary during the 1985–86 television season. He also guest starred on numerous television series, including appearances on Duckman, Homeboys in Outer Space, Jack Palance's ABC circus drama The Greatest Show on Earth, and a 1967 episode of Gunsmoke as Festus Haggen's cousin Henry. (Wikipedia)
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vecna battle liveblogs ^_^
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ive waited my whole life for this. under the cut because i wanted to spare ppl me liveblogging for 6 hours watching a 4 year old episode.
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INITIATIVE TIME.
HES FUCKING AIMING ASTEROIDS AT VASSELHEIM???? he so evil. hate this loser. stop hurting the things they love
his spell dc is 26 ^_^ lord
vecna just did 133 damage with one asteroid. haha. and all their concentration spells are gone
THE TOWER SUNDERS???? WHAA
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oh my god... i knew this was coming but its still so cool. and now scanlan is falling out of the sky great
why the FUCK is velora inside him. what is this. grahahahaa
GROG GOT TELEPORTED????? into the. abyss????
one legendary res gone!!!!!! yipee ^_^!!!
laura just put on her vex witch hat. incredible outstanding breathtaking amazing
i love that Pelor's blessing burned one of his legendary resistances on a concentration check from NINE points of damage. get nat 1'd bitch
NEIN skeletons raise at 20 intiative.... fuck. so much shit is going on in this and its been less than 6 seconds
OH SHIT hes immune to magic from lower than what... 6th leveL ????? oh shit. oh shit
FIRST SCANLAN COUNTERSPELL YEAHHH BOYYYY
oUGH god hes burnt 2 legendary resistances to fucking keep grog away. this sucks
VELORA OH NO. do not let her fall off entropis PLEASE
WH scanlan dimension dooring to Vecna's CHEST????? WHY
uh oh. kiki. uh oh. feeblemind. ohn o. oh thank god counterspell
oough vecna is so high up
grog stuck in the abyss maze "being smart" by healing and trying to stay calm. daw buddy that IS smart ur so smart
oh no. oh no. feeblemind. oh no. keyleth. ohH SCANLANS INSPIRATION SAVES THE DAY BY ADDING JUST ONE GAHAHA
uh oh vecna negated all resistance to necrotic. whats he gonna do
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WHATS THIS??? ITS DEVO'SSA WITH A STEEL CHAIR!!!!!!!
another legendary res down!! fuck yes!!!
NO SCANLAN TWO V_V NOOO
planatar kiki. awesome. there is so much flying shit on this map
GROGS BACK OH YEAH fuck him up
72 RADIANT DAMAGE LETS GO PIKE SHES A MONSTAHHHHH get the trammels GET THE TRAMMELS
oh god eagle scanlan. 1 hit point o no
OH GOD. METEOR STORM AGAIN THATS SO MUCH FUCKING DAMAGE. 20d6 fire and 20d6 bludgeoning. lol
scanlan is unconsciousDEATH WARD OH M YGOFS THAT SO CLUTCH I TOTALLY FORGOT
wait theres a break in this episode. LMAO i didnt know that ^_^
break! okay break over.
shit fuck balls forcecage around Jmon SUCKS
VELORA IS FUCKING DEAD???????????? on the floor
scanlan back unconcious. vecna is getting so much mileage out of a fucking firebolt
OH HES BACK UP AGIAN VAXILDAN HELL YEAH okay now. vax is on vecna's face. O_O
"Goodnight, Bitch's Prince" PLEASEBHFD WHY DID HE CALL THE RAVEN QUEEN A BITCH ?????? VECNA CURSING IS CRACKING ME UPEHDSBHF
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OH MY GOD KASHAW AND ZAHRA OH MY GOD I DIDNT KNOW THEY WERE IN THSI FIGHT HI OH MY GOD OH MY GOD HELLO!!!!!!!!!
finger of death at vecna!!! its what he deserves
the platforms are MOVING??? jesus balls
im at the halfway mark now ^_^ nothing THAT bad has even happened yet! ^_^
MASS HEAL YEah. counterspell. HEX !!! MASS HEAL GOES THROUGH!!!! 3d chess. HUGE. HUGE. HUGE. everyones at max again thats HUGE
oh. goodbye kashaw and zahra theyre falling o_O ZAHRAS PRENGNAC?T????????? plot twist.
OH FUCK ASS HE HAS ANOTHER FUCKING 9TH LEVEL SPELL ??!?!??D?@? #?#?#@ ?%#%#@????? the fact that theyre still alive thru THREE meteor storms is wild
scanlan is BARELY hanging on rn THRREEE HITPOINTTSSS.......
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ARKHAAAAN HELL YEAH YEAH WOOOOO they needed u. it was getting dire ALSO. arkhan can TOTALLY drive in a trammel hes strong enough for it eyes emoji
grog is doing like 80 a round with kas that sword is SO good
otalukes sphere is a great plan from scanlan hes gotta GOTTA be alive to read the rites of banishment. i sure hope this doesnt backfire
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YEEEESSSSS!!!! GET THAT BITCH IN HIS SKULLLL UWAHAHAAA
"how does it FEEL? i will USURP you! i will TAKE you! i will BE you!!" um. kas ^_^ hows it going there buddy thats a little.
NO NOT FINGER OF DEATH dont "lets do finger of death :)" me matthew
well. there goes otalukes sphere. oh no
i just noticed that joe says "die" instead of "dee" in 1d8, 2d6, etc. i cant stop focusing on it now
TRAMMEL!! TRAMMEL!!! TRAMMEL!!!!!! GO KEYLETHTAR GO
OH MY GOD THE RAVEN QUEEN TRMAMEL SI JUST FUCKING DESTROYED??????? HOW W I. ITS A 50% CHANCE NOW THAT VECNA SAVES FROM THE RITES. UAEKAKJSAKENWA
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WAHAUAHWAANDJSAHEJFBJEA INCREIDBLE
oh no. nonononononono not finger of death at scanlan. no scanlan has been on the BRINK so many times
scanlan using minor illusion to turn vex's skin green. EXACTLY the comedic relief i needed rn
FUCK. grog and scanlan banished. fuck fuck fuck thats so bad. okay theyre back its fine ^_^
HES TELEPORTING??? OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. NONO. NO . NO. NO. NO THIS DOESNT HAPPEN WHAT HAPPENS WHO STOPS IT NONONOO
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OHOOOWHADBASKJFEEAKS INSANE INSANE OH MY GOD
"that was gonna save vax...." SAMUEL... on the floor. he looks so sad q_q argh
"you can see a moment panic in a fresh gods eyes" OHJDBHF THATS A SICK LINE MATTHEW
GET HIS ASS WITH THE TRAMMEL GROG. FUCK YEAH FUCK YEAH. NOW. THE RITES
i didnt expect vax to be all emo and start preparing for his death before vecnas even DEAD stop it with the "i think of my family and i think of my sister and i think of keyleth" shit!!! sobbing
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CHILLS CHILLS CHILLS CHILLSA DJWAJKHSEAHEABHB THIS IS SO COOOOOLLLL. THE RITES OF BANISHMENT ARE ANCIENT AND POWERFUL.
NATURAL 20 ON COUNTEPSLEBHANJDWJA FUCK EYAH EAYFUAUEAUHAHE THIS IS SO SICK. SCANLAN HAS BEEN SOOOOO CLUTCH
oogh. fuck. scanlan banished. the book is gone AND they cant just dps vecna for concentration because if they kill him its game over. googh
OH JESUS THE TITANS ARM IS COMING DOWN ON THEM ????????????? FUCING HELL
SCANLANS BACK!!! THANK GOD
vex is holding percys hand :"| what. thats so adorable. god
AND vax is kissing keyleth??!??@ v_v theyre so sweet
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OUGHFROAUHFBUWAEJBDN FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY FINALLY YES. GOD UFCK EJSSUS AHJWAKBDSNFJESUSKDSANJFHAMWAUAHHA EUGH AUGH AEOHGAUG
GOD. SUCH A GOOD FUCKING FIGHT. I DIDNT EFVEN DO ANYTHING ELSE WHILE WATCHING IT I JUST WATCHED AND WAS FULLY ENTERTAINED. im not a combat lover. but i do love the vecna combat. best combat in critical role. god. wow. fuck
"You all take a moment to imagine what you've lost, what you've gained... Everything has led to this moment. In the quiet and the stillness, you hear a new sound. Its thousands and thousands of distant voices cheering from the city of Vasselheim below." punching the air. this got me. im tearing up
aaand arkhan takes the hand. ^_^ well. i already knew that was coming so im not shocked but. very swag and evil moment
wow. fucking great episode matthew. i need to lie down after that.
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Ohohoh!! Your update post reminded me of what I wanted to tell/praise you!
So, obviously Matt is the focus and I love the balance you strike with him being both quiet and strong, and yet so obviously wrung out from his ordeal. And I don't know if people interpret hook-ups as unhealthy but I honestly don't think they necessarily are. I had a few at his (fic) age. If done with understanding and safe sex, there's nothing wrong with a friendly, casual hook-up, and it can be a good thing imo.
But regardless I love his struggle to find out how he can define himself now that he lost what previously was his entire life.
And then Alfred - I love his artistic side being showcased, and his anxiety being one of his biggest challenges. And I LOVE Kiku. I love how kind and nice he is, but with a fierceness to him. (I LOVED him taking control of the make out session!) Most of all, I like that they're friends first.
Anyways what I wanted to say besides all that is that I also love your Ivan ( and his sisters). I know I mentioned I would like your Ivan with Alfred, and to be clear I don't mean in this fic per se. (I mean, I'm riding whether it's Kiku or Ivan in the end.) Too often, I feel like Ivan is depicted all sweet and childlike OR all psycho sadistic. I love how your Ivan strikes the perfect cord of unsettling, intelligent, equally capable of kindness and being a bit of an asshole. I almost never read Russia/America because the real life history there is too much for me to get past, but I do enjoy them in AU, with the right characterization for Ivan, and yours is muah!
HI JIN AAAAA
First of all thank you for this lovely comment, let me answer it in parts!!
a) I totally agree about what you're saying about hookups, and it's not my intent to depict the Nedcan hookups in A March to September as unhealthy--in fact in later chapters I want to elaborate on how Jan's presence actually helps guide Matthew. Matt is just looking for ways to satisfy his boredom (and also hurt himself), but Jan, who is actually a lot older than him (12 years), kind of just sees him as this very complicated 22-year-old who is trying to find his way in life, and Jan honestly just wants to help him :'D But not in a very obvious way, either, haha. I think this aspect of the Nedcan in my fic is absolutely my favourite, lol. Ultimately Matthew has to have this relationship because it breaks him out of his comfort zone and helps him explore his boundaries and interests, while also giving him a person he can just be very dark and uncensored around without it becoming a SituationTM. Jan sort of listens to all his Grimdark thoughts and is like "yeah kid that happens it's okay" and it helps Matthew feel so much more normal--that's exactly why I'm SO SO SO excited to write the next chapter, too :D
b) Alfreeeed!! He isn't given as much attention in A March to September since I always saw that story as more Mattie-focused, but I agree I just love writing him and every scene he's in. I think Kiku is a really good person in his life--and I really like it when the more quiet and shy characters take control of sexual situations, lol, it really flips things on their head and it's a great little twist.
c) I am so glad you love Ivan because I found him sooooo tricky to write haha. But I want Ivan to be a friend to Matthew. Because Matthew...does not really have any friends at his wavelength anymore. I want to get the hockey team back at some point, it's pretty essential actually to his arc, but I think Matthew needs someone who can just be his buddy in an uncomplicated way, without all these bitter feelings of resentment and loss and trauma at play.
Re Ivan's depiction and RusAme, I honestly found Ivan very challenging to write until I re-read my dear friend @spinyfruit's Ivan. Her RusAme is probably the best I've ever read, because I think her Ivan really has so much depth and complexity. He's very dominating of course, but she's written 3-4 fics where Ivan plays a major role in the plot (and two RusAmes I believe) and in each one he really is a fascinatingly dark, dynamic, and ultimately empathetic character. If you haven't read her fics I have to insist that you do! While her Ivan and mine are totally different (they're VERY different kinds of stories, and the character plays a very different role in both stories), I think the kind of nuance and thought she always writes with just makes her fics SHINE.
Anyway thank you so so much for this lovely comment, you made my day :D
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Canton's Relient K reflects on fame: 'The story got crazier and crazier'
4/13/22 by Ed Balint
Matt Thiessen's voice filled with energy as he recalled the rise of Relient K from a band playing small gigs in his hometown to slots with major music festivals and appearances on late night television shows.
"Growing up in Ohio, it's such a special place," said the 41-year-old frontman of the pop punk band. "When we were starting out, there wasn't a ton of bands, but there was about five or six really cool bands full of buddies, and we could all play shows together, and those are some of the best times you could remember."
More than a decade has passed since timing and circumstances converged to launch Relient K from obscurity to mainstream chart success, a spot on the Vans Warped Tour and impressive record sales, all while transcending the Christian music scene where the band started. 
"And it just created a momentum that we just got to ride, and then, yeah, the story got crazier and crazier," Thiessen added.
"The Alive Festival ... playing things like that, and for the first time, someone wants your autograph, and (I thought), 'What is my autograph?' and that sort of thing. And yeah, we think about that stuff all the time, and it's pretty crazy how it changed our lives."
Thiessen took time to chat by phone a few days prior to Relient K's concert at the House of Blues in Cleveland late last month. Stark County native and co-founding band member Matthew Hoopes chimed in via email on Monday.
Thiessen spoke with the insight and maturity of a musician who knows thousands of bands don't make it, and even many who do fade out without the ability to consistently tour or make music.
Hoopes, 41, said the band and its fans have aged together.
"We had so much fun playing together," he said of the recently concluded tour. "It’s been about five years since our last show, and honestly, I wasn’t sure if we would ever get back to this. I think there is a certain sense of gratitude and joy that is present now in our live shows. I think a lot of our fans weren’t sure if we would ever tour again, either, so I think it’s part of the reason for the excitement and overall good vibes."
Asked how long he thinks Relient K will last, Thiessen didn't flinch: "Matt and I always said the band will always exist as long as we're having fun."
Reflecting on the tour, he sounded at ease: "It's not too hard to have fun."
Rounding out the band during the tour were Jonathan Schneck, guitar and vocals; Ethan Luck, bass and vocals; and Dave Douglas, drums and vocals.
Relient K released its last studio album in 2016, "Air for Free." A live album came out in 2020.
Thiessen lives in Nashville and Hoopes calls Florida home.
"We do have ... a goal of making another album someday," said Thiessen, who co-produced Owl City's No. 1 song "Fireflies" in 2009 and still writes new music regularly. "Logistics in this band have become a little difficult. ... It's just about getting together, and it's about figuring out where and what and when and how, but it will happen — I have faith that it will."
Touring re-energized the band, Hoopes observed.
"I’m excited about what we can make ... and how we can make music that feels important to us after all these years," the guitarist wrote. "I don’t really think about hanging it up at a certain point. I think that Relient K will always kind of change into whatever form it needs to be for us, and that’s a pretty cool place to be.
"I don’t think we are too concerned with retiring or doing a farewell tour, but hey, you never know. The future is undetermined, but that’s what makes it exciting." 
Edited for brevity and clarity, the rest of the conversation and email exchange follow.
Making it in the music business
"I'm sure a lot of bands think their story is special and miraculous, but that's the way we look at ours, too," said Thiessen, a 1998 Tusky Valley High School graduate. "There's just so many little factors of, 'If this hadn't happened, nothing would have happened,' this sort of thing.
"We were so fortunate to have Mark Lee Townsend produce our albums, and he lived in Canton, and he had connections. He played in this band DC Talk, and if we wouldn't have met him at 16 years old, we would have never made a demo, and TobyMac would have never heard this demo and signed us, and if we never got signed, then we wouldn't have ever been able to go on a tour.
"I was like putting gas to the floor trying to write a new record, and that's when 'Sadie Hawkins Dance' got created. ... And it's kind of like just that butterfly effect."
Playing the popular songs, "Be My Escape" and "Sadie Hawkins Dance" so many years later
"That song ('Be My Escape') has existed for a long time for us, so I can play it with my eyes closed sort of thing," said Thiessen. "That's half the fun ... that I can just play it and ... kind of look at everyone singing along and just kind of vibe off of that.
"The goose bump moments actually come in less expected places, and it changes from night to night – certain crowds react differently to different songs, and that makes it really fun. After the show, we can all sit around and talk about it, (and how) I can't believe they were singing along so loud to a song called 'Empty House' or something, and the (opening act Semler) back stage saying it gave her chills, and that's cool.
"... It's actually come full circle," he said of performing "Sadie Hawkins Dance." "There was probably a time in our career when it felt a little foolish to be playing that song. We're out on tour with Good Charlotte and Simple Plan, and I just wanted to play what I thought were our cool songs, and every night we still have to play 'Sadie Hawkins,' and it still goes over well.
"And now I think back and I say that song was alright, and it's just fun and silly, and that person who wrote that song is still inside of me somewhere, and it's great to harness that inner child or inner 20-year-old and enjoy it every night."
Would you like to play the Alive Festival again?
"We'd love to, absolutely," Thiessen said. "I remember attending it before the band even existed. A funny story was always that there was three of us. Our old bass player Brian Pittman still lives in Canton. And it was Matt Hoopes, Brian Pittman and I, and we all went to an Alive Festival ... and we all got to see this ska band called (The O.C. Supertones), and after seeing it, Matt and Brian were convinced Relient K should be a ska band.
"We were very early in writing stuff, but I was set on being a pop punk band, and I think for a moment I got kicked out of Relient K, but I was also the songwriter, so they, without even telling me, I was brought back into Relient K.
"And then we got to start playing the Alive Festival, and yes, of course, we would love to come back and do it if they would want us to come."
Still Ohio proud
"It's definitely the people," Thiessen said. "You know, Ohioans are unlike anybody else. I miss the vibe. I still get back to Ohio all the time. My sister ... lives down in Columbus, Sunbury, Ohio, and my mom ended up moving down to Apple Valley, which is kind of in between Canton and Columbus. I'm always there, and it's a very similar vibe to where we grew up, and I don't know, I feel more relaxed, I feel kind of more at home when I visit Ohio more than anywhere else.
"But ... it was always a thing in pop punk culture to kind of diss your hometown and be like, 'I got to get out of here, I need to go on the road and see the world.' We were joking about that the other day, and you go on the road and you end up seeing the back alley behind the same venue in every city ... and that's where you hang out – it's funny."
Hoopes said Ohio helped shape the band.
"I think we’ve always held on to a little bit of a blue-collar/DIY approach that feels uniquely (Northeast) Ohio. I notice that kind of, I don’t know, gritty approach in myself in other things, too, like running my guitar pedal business — 1981 Inventions. I think so many pop punk bands that came out in the early 2000s were from the coasts (California, New Jersey, etc.) We weren’t quite cool enough to be lumped in as Midwest emo. Part of it is wearing our roots proudly on our sleeves, and part is explaining where we are coming from and why we are the way we are."
Watching the Cleveland Cavaliers win the NBA championship in 2016
"So one really cool thing about living in Nashville is there's a lot of people from Ohio, and a lot of close friends that have moved down there, not just for music, but it's because Nashville's a cool place to be, too," Thiessen said. "So I ended up buying a real long cable for my TV and putting it out, and we all watched the Cavs win in the swimming pool.
"So that was good, and yeah, we had a couple of guys who broke down in tears and stuff. It was pretty cool; it was a special moment. I was happy. I didn't quite get there and cry."
Visiting Stark County
"It always feels smaller when I come home, closer together than I remember," said Hoopes, a 1999 McKinley High School graduate. It "feels safe and simple, but in a nice way. It does feel slow paced in comparison to other places, but not in a bad way. I do love coming home to my parents' house and going back to our favorite places like Milk and Honey or even Swensons."
The joys of touring
"One of my favorite things about this tour is Semler, the opener," Thiessen said. "She's just really great, and she's just got this cool stage presence, and I don't know, (but) she makes me feel good every day when I get to see her perform. Honestly, I think she makes me cry a little bit when I watch her set because it's so emotional and what not. I don't know why she agreed to do this tour, but we're just really glad she did."
The Relient K experience
"I think that the more time passes, I feel grateful for the opportunity to experience the things we have experienced," said Hoopes, who got married about five years ago and now has young children. "It’s crazy to get to see other countries like Japan or New Zealand, or get to play (the) Warped Tour or The Tonight Show. It’s surreal, honestly. I think in hindsight I’m able to have a more balanced view of it.
"I don’t think we necessarily deserved those opportunities, but we did work hard and continued to show up, and Matt continued to write great songs. I think what I’m trying to say at this point in my life is that, I feel more gratitude for everything, but I can also more clearly see some of the costs along the way.
"Ultimately, I feel that there is always room for gratitude no matter how things happened, and there are so many things about my life now that I wouldn’t change for the world. Relient K has given each of us a unique experience to say the least, and it’s a fun story to be a part of."
What if you didn't make it in rock and roll?
"I went to Kent Stark, and I was just going to get some gen eds," Thiessen recalled. " ... But (entertainment writing) is really fun. I would have loved to get into journalism. I love the radio. I love like marketing, but creative marketing. ... Whoever gets to make those Geico commercials ... I always thought I would gravitate towards that type of thing. (But) I haven't had to do it yet."
Hoopes, meanwhile, runs a successful guitar pedal business, calling 1981 Inventions his "main job," while noting he used his DRV pedal on tour.
"So I guess Relient K is an odd side hustle if you will," he wrote. "I always guessed it would be the other way around. I started my company in 2018, in a season when I was legitimately trying to figure out what to do with my life. I hoped that building guitar pedals would be a bit of a weekend project sort of thing, where I could make pedals for myself and my friends. But since my first release, it became clear that I would need to work really hard to try to keep up with demand.https://0674e81c281a55fea9b19534f73e1e5c.safeframe.googlesyndication.com/safeframe/1-0-38/html/container.html
"I think the band really helped me start out doing pedals, as most people who follow us are at least mildly aware that I am obsessed with guitar gear and pedals, especially. I honestly just love it. But it’s been an incredible experience to see the pedal stand on its own. I’d guess that most people who follow 1981 Inventions are not aware (of) Relient K, and that’s kind of cool in a way."
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Once again time for another Golden blog.
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Womens WWE tag team championship.
👍Good points:
Its great Australia is getting another PPV.
Its good there was a match on the kickoff show.
A great pop for Indi Hartwell they crowd was really behind her.
This was actually a decent match.
👎Bad points:
This was very obvious.
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Women's Elimination Chamber match.
👍Good Points:
Everyone looked like a star in this one and put on a good showing.
This was certainly a big match for Tiffany Stratton and Raquel Rodriguez.
Naomi has had a great return.
The cameras inside tge pods were a nice touch.
Liv Morgan has also had a great return.
Tiffany taking risks and it paid off.
The shot of sunset certainly looked cool.
👎Bad Points:
Only 4 matches on the main card.
This again was obvious who was winning.
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WWE undisputed tag team championship.
👍Good Points:
I do love Pete Dunne and Tyler Bate are in this match although im not keen on thier tag team name.
Dominick Mysterio is definitely a heat magnet.
Pete Dunne and Tyler Bate certainly put on a very good showing.
👎Bad Points:
It was obvious who would win but it did have me questioning it.
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Men's Elimination Chamber match.
👍Good Points:
There was some great crowd shots through this PPV.
Everyone put on a fantastic showing but most certainly Logan Paul did.
Randy Orton definitely sold to affect here,he had me questioning if he re-injured his back.
Bobby Lashley looked really good here.
AJ Styles taking out La Knight was certainly unexpected its looks it will be them 2 at Wrestlemania.
Logan proving once again he's a heat magnet,it looks like he's set to face Orton at Wrestlemania.
Great that Drew McIntyre won.
👎Bad Points:
Again the obvious factor.
Just lihe the women's chamber the 2K24 stats were annoying, yes i get its promotion but still.
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Women's world heavyweight championship.
👍Good Points:
Great ovation for Rhea Ripley.
Nia Jax did look dominate here and certainly got heat for it.
Great that this was the main event.
👎Bad Points:
Just like the rest of the matches again an obvious finish.
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Ian's notes.
1.     Drew McIntyre lasted the longest in the men’s Elimination Chamber with 36 minutes 55 seconds.
2.     Becky Lynch lasted the longest in the women’s Elimination Chamber with 32 minutes and 16 seconds.
3.     Bobby Lashley lasted the shortest in the men’s Elimination Chamber with 21 minutes and 30 seconds.
4.     Naomi lasted the shortest in the Womens Elimination Chamber with 13 minutes and 30 seconds.
5.     Drew McIntyre got the most Eliminations in the Men’s Chamber with 3, (Bobby Lashley, LA Knight and Randy Orton).
6.     Randy scored the second most Eliminations in the Mens Chamber with 2 (Kevin Owens and Logan Paul)
7.     Liv Morgan scored the total most Eliminations in the Women’s Chamber with 2 Eliminations, (Bianca Bel Air and Tiffany Straton)
8.     Rhea Ripley is the first woman to pin Nia Jax since her return in September last year.
9.     Rhea Ripley along with her fiance Buddy Matthews from AEW have both won matches when WWE has come to Australia.
10. Bronson Reed was supposed to face Seth Freaking Rollins for the World title at Elimination Chamber however the match never happened due to Rollins injuring his knee back in January and Bronson Reed’s Wife giving birth the weekend of the Premium Live Event.
11. Brock Lesnar was originally supposed to face Dominik Mysterio as Mysterio was supposed to eliminate Lesnar at this years Royal Rumble, but due to Lesnar be named in the current allegations against Vince McMahon he has been removed from all things WWE.
I give this a rating of bronze-silver.
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Heist Finale: Joshua Bishop vs. CM Punk vs. Malakai Black vs VENY
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After eleven epic nights, so many incredible matches and nail biting moments, we’re finally here. Out of a field of twelve, only four are left standing. Joshua Bishop ran through the competition, going undefeated for the entire group stage. His issues with The Fallen and its leader are the most deep rooted in this match, and Bishop wants nothing more than another shot at Sister Abigail and the MPW World Championship. It took the entire Fallen just to keep him down last time, but they won’t get another chance if he emerges victorious. VENY is one of the most criminally underrated performers in the whole wrestling world, and everyone is waiting for that eventual World Championship run, and VENY wants nothing more than to deliver. Whether it was RSP, Lilith, or our current champion, many fans have claimed that VENY should be the one to dethrone them, but that title has remained just out of her reach. The sentimental favorite amongst the fans, but, perhaps, this win could mean more for CM Punk. The odds on favorite just on name value alone, Punk should’ve had a much, much better run in the Heist, but his body gave out on him. The question remains if Punk has re-aggravated the injury that stripped him of the AEW World Championship, we don’t even know if Punk has been properly evaluated, if he’s allowed anybody to do so. Can his body hold up to last through to the end, and if it does, will he have anything left in the tank to finish the match? If he can, what shape will he be in for Darkness Falls, with only a month before the event?
And then, there’s Malakai Black. The ultimate spoiler. Some have sensed that Malakai might be going into business for himself, if he does win, but he’s worn a near-mischievous smirk on his face since the moment he came out here. Intensity dons the features of his competition as the bell tolls, officially starting our main event.
When the lights shut off.
Panic fills the arena as scuffles can be heard inside the ring, but nobody can see a thing. The venue stays plunged into darkness for a few long moments before they return, and we can see Bishop being pummeled by Brody King and Buddy Matthews, while VENY’s getting choked over the ropes by Sardonyx! Punk’s eyes are wide as he looks between them both, before Malakai takes his head off with a running boot! Malakai leans over the ropes, his smirk growing even wider. Abigail said The Fallen were taking over The Heist, and Malakai was going to be given an easy path to Darkness Falls. The Heist itself didn’t go to plan, but maybe that was exactly part of the plan?! Either way, they plan on correcting there here, and doing it very soon, as Malakai drags Punk to the center of the ring, and CRACKS his jaw with Black Mass! Punk’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he melts to the mat! Punk’s done already! Malakai covers!
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VENY throws Sardonyx over the ropes, inadvertently breaking up the pin! Punk escapes elimination for now, but VENY pays for it dearly, getting flattened by Brody King! Bishop jumps on his back, arm wrapped around his throat, but King chucks him off. Bishop charges him, nailing Brody King with a boot, before he tosses the big man around. Sardonyx, Malakai, and Buddy Matthews try to take Bishop down, but he plows through all three, flattening Malakai and Buddy with double clotheslines, and pancaking Sardonyx in the middle! Brody King is back on his feet and grabs Bishop, nailing him with a knife edge chop, the sound echoing throughout the arena! Bishop sticks his tongue out, enjoying that blistering sting, and chops Brody back. Wailing on each other back and forth, their skin starting to turn bright red by the time Bishop’s had enough, and blasts Brody with a Pump Kick! But it’s not enough to take King off his feet, and VENY charges, throwing him into the corner with a hurricanrana! Brody’s head slams into the top turnbuckle, and he’s struggling to shake away the cobwebs when Bishop charges - but Brody manages to move out of the way! He grabs VENY, throwing her against Bishop, before he pancakes both into the turnbuckles! Brody pounds his chest as he walks across the ring. Brody lets out a guttural roar before he charges, flattening Bishop and VENY with a cannonball senton!
Almost instantly Brody gets attacked from behind by Punk, but Punk can barely move the big man. Even in his prime, there’s not much Punk could’ve done to move Brody, but with a heavily braced foot and a taped up leg - courtesy of Mr. Brody himself - Punk is setting himself up for a very bad time. Even still, Punk lights him up with chop after chop, almost stumbling King, before Brody grabs him by the back of the head and throws him into the corner. Punk smoothly slides to the apron, nailing Brody with a forearm, but he shrugs it off and throws Punk off the apron, making him wipe out VENY and Bishop! All three are down on the floor, while The Fallen - or for the moment, Brody King - standing tall in the middle of the ring, their plan, so far, going according to plan. 
Punk is the first to his feet, arguably cushioned during the fall, but has to hang onto the guardrail to get to his feet. VENY’s up next, followed shortly by Bishop. Brody glares down at them, daring one to try their luck, and VENY steps onto the apron. Punk joins her, and Bishop climbs up on the other side, the three standing side by side against The Fallen. In this situation, they have to form an alliance to try and even things out. It’s the only way to combat the numbers. VENY and Punk seem to be on the same page, sharing a nod, but when they look to Bishop, all he sees is red. Without a word, or a confirmation of this truce, Bishop charges into the ring, VENY and Punk right behind him, and Punk dives for a leg, wrapping himself around King’s left leg, holding him in place asBishop and VENY nail Brody with alternating shots to the jaw. Bishop slides behind Brody and nails him with a sick chop block, nearly blowing Brody’s knee out. VENY charges and nails Brody with a running knee strike, but runs right into a bicycle knee from Sardonyx! Malakai has Bishop by the waist, and Buddy nails Josh with a running boot, helping Malakai topple him over and land a German suplex! Punk is caught by Sardonyx, Sardonyx nailing him with a high angle Saito, nearly dumping Punk on his neck with that one, but Buddy pulls him right back up, planting him with Matthews’ Law! Malakai slides into the cover, trying to eliminate Punk!
1… 2… Kickout!
Punk survives the second pin attempt made on him thus far, The Fallen seem eager to get him out of here early. He could be considered the easiest target with the plethora of injuries Punk sustained in the Heist, but nonetheless, Punk gets a break as Brody eats an enzuigiri from VENY! She jumps up to the top rope, trying to springboard into the ring - but Brody SWATS her out of the air! VENY is limp as Matthews lifts her up, tossing her in for Dante’s Inferno, but VENY slides off Brody’s shoulders! She manages to shove King into a forearm from Bishop, as Bishop re-enters the fray! Brody’s spun back around into VENY, who knocked him down with a big boot! Bishop grabs Buddy by the throat, and pushes him right over the top rope, and down to the floor! Brody, Buddy, and Punk are out, leaving us with an even two on two, as Sardonyx and Malakai Black ambush Bishop from behind. VENY grabs Sardonyx and spins her around, nailing her with a slap! Sardonyx’s head whips to the side, and VENY guides her into the corner, smashing her face against the top turnbuckle, while Bishop and Malakai duke it out. Bishop getting the better of the exchange but Malakai, the expert striker, goes low with a dirty kick to the chest, before nailing him with a front kick to the chest, but Bishop grabs him by the throat! He throws Malakai into the corner, beating him up as Sardonyx does the same to VENY. Malakai starts to slip, and Bishop turns around, wanting to squash Sardonyx, but as she moves, Bishop runs into VENY and squashes her by accident!
Bishop doesn’t seem too regretful about his actions, even as he finds himself all alone with the House of Black. They slowly circle him, boxing him in, and Brody strikes first, nailing him with a forearm, as Buddy slides low, taking him down with a chop block! Bishop has one leg under him, and Malakai swats him with a hard kick to the chest. He grabs Bishop’s blonde locks and throws him directly into the point of Buddy’s knee, making his head snap back, sending him back to his feet, where Bishop takes a little off the top with a stiff Lariat, sweeping Bishop off his feet. In a rather vulgar display of power, The Fallen stand over their fallen competition, when VENY jumps off the top rope, nailing King with a Missile Dropkick! Buddy and Malakai surround her, but VENY goes back and forth, nailing them both with forearms, staving off their attack. VENY gets enough room to run the ropes, only for Buddy to pull her back in by the tights, but VENY elbows him off. She throws a kick, but Buddy catches it. She swings the free leg around, Buddy ducks under it, but Malakai doesn’t see it coming until it slams into the side of his head!
VENY throws herself to the mat delivering that enzuigiri, and Buddy deadlifts her from the mat, only for VENY to elbow him off and run the ropes. She even ducks a clothesline from Brody King off the rebound, VENY springboarding off the ropes and twisting, going for a crossbody, but Sardonyx cuts her off with a NASTY bicycle knee strike! VENY’s head SNAPS back, as Brody runs past them, diving through the ropes and wiping out Bishop! Buddy lifts VENY up inside the ring, feeding her to Malakai, who NAILS VENY with a wicked Black Mass! He all but shoves VENY to the mat and makes the cover, Buddy and Sardonyx standing guard…
1… 2… 3!
“VENY has been eliminated.”
And the Harpo’s Theater goes apoplectic. The Fallen screwed VENY out of another World title opportunity, and they’re one step closer from stealing the Heist.
In the background, Brody throws Bishop into the barricade, then into the ring. It seems the Intense Icon is their next target, leaving Punk for last, but Bishop isn’t going down without a fight. He manages to stave off an attack from Malakai by striking first, but Malakai ends up catching a kick and jumps, landing a knee square in the middle of his forehead. Bishop goes cross-eyed before Brody flattens him with another lariat. Punk jumps on Brody’s back just to get chucked off, landing on the bad leg. He grabs for it as he stumbles to his feet, and Buddy Matthews wants to take him out, building up steam off the ropes - just to run into a GIANT Black Hole Slam! Whether he meant to or not, Bishop just saved Punk, and nearly left a Buddy Matthews sized hole in the mat! That Slam lights a fire under Bishop, as he runs into Sardonyx, squashing her in the corner, before turning around and squashing Buddy for a second time, all while Punk fights Brody off with a knee. Out of desperation, Punk throws that roundhouse, nearly falling over to do so, but he has King stumbled. Bishop charges at him as well, completing a trifecta as he squashes Brody in the corner! Punk runs after him, nailing Brody with a running high knee. He tries to draw Brody out, wanting to team up with Bishop to take him out, but Bishop pushes him out of the way, taking them down to the floor. Punk, looking a bit heated, follows after them.
Bishop drops Brody as Punk shoves him, getting in Bishop’s way. Bishop’s nostrils flare, a rare blank expression on Bishop’s face as he tries not to rip Punk’s head off - for now. “Don’t be a dick, alright? We’re in a shitty situation, and we need to work together if you wanna make it out of this. Got it?” Punk tries to reason with Bishop, but Josh has made it clear that he has no desire in teaming up with anyone, “Do you understand? Did that get through your thick fucking skull? Or are you that braindead? Huh? What’s it gonna be?”
Punk gets his answer, as Bishop grabs him by the throat, and throws him OVER the announce table! Punk just got thrown into the first row!
Instantly Bishop is bombarded by the House, all three kicking him down as Sardonyx digs under the ring, throwing in chairs and a table, before the action returns to the squared circle. Bishop down on the mat, Buddy holding him in position as Brody pancakes him with a HUGE senton, and Malakai springboards off the ropes, nailing him with Nephilim! Buddy sets up a table as King drags Bishop into the corner. King sits on the top rope, waiting for Matthews to complete his task, before he starts to drag Bishop to the top rope, wanting to hit the Gonzo Bomb from up top, straight through that table, to end the Intense Icon’s journey back to the main event, and end his undefeated Heist run…
When here comes Wes Barkley! Blade is in no shape to help after her war with Abigail, but Barkley has a game plan, and as they always say, he’s two steps ahead as he slingshots through the ropes, dropping Buddy with a DDT! He grabs one of the chairs lying around and hits Malajai over the head with it, dropping him where he stands! Brody tosses Bishop to the side, climbing down and approaching Wes. He bangs the chair against the mat, telling Brody to bring it, when Sardonyx grabs him from behind, choking Wes out! Barkley powers out, throwing back sharp elbows as Bishop comes to even the odds, brawling it out with Brody King. Malakai Black and Buddy Matthews slide back into the ring to bring the odds back into their favor, beating down on Bishop and Barkley. The Shooters are beyond use to this by now and try to fight back, when Punk springboards into the ring, taking Brody off his feet with a springboard clothesline!
Bishop takes Buddy and Sardonyx down with a pair of double axe handles before he misses on Malakai, but Josh ducks a roundhouse kick. Punk has a chair and swings it on Malakai, but he’s able to duck, and Punk SLAMS the chair directly onto Bishop’s head! Punk panics for a moment. He was the one preaching about a truce, and now he’s taken out the best help any of them have, and King throws Bishop to the floor. Wes tries the forward roll clothesline, but Sardonyx springboards in front of him, catching him with a WICKED Uppercut! Wes is knocked to the floor, and might be knocked out, while Punk takes a pop-up knee strike from Matthews, straight into a roundhouse kick from Malakai. They’re setting up for the end of the Best in the World, the end of Punks night, throwing him into Brody’s arms, where he DRIVES Punk’s head into the mat with Dante’s Inferno. That’s it, Punk’s done! Malakai dives into the cover.
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✴ MANHWA REC! ✴
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Under the Green Light - manhwa by Jaxx | Ongoing: 37+ chapters
— tags —
BL | Yaoi | Noir | gangster x art student | older uke x younger seme | inexperienced x very experienced | switches* | orphans | rich x poor | fuck buddies | socially awkward seme | age gap | reencounter 
— summary —
Jin is the most perfectly beautiful man Matthew’s ever seen. He’s also a high-ranking and violent criminal full of frustrated ambitions and equally frustrated appetites. But Matthew, a sculpture student prodigy, can only see the beauty—not the darkness. One way or another, Matthew will pay the price for his muse, with his body... or with something far more costly. (official summary from Tapas)
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— review with spoilers —
I just re-read this manhwa because I was missing them and damn, it just brings it every single chapter!!
There is definitely a solid plot here, but it was their interesting, awkward dynamic that had me wanting to read more. I loved seeing each one of their interactions and was intrigued by how they acted around each other - Matthew: oblivious, awkward, pretty much going with whatever Jin suggests and Jin: flirty, forward, but also holding back. And as the story goes on the more they’re both wrapped around the others’ finger. Such an amazing push and pull with them ♡
I literally flipped out every time Matthew blushed - just like Jin, I too want to know what he’s thinking!! The blushes were so cute though~
I -loved- the initial implication that Jin was going to be the top but ended up wanting to bottom. I love BL with switches and while they don’t actively switch with each other (yet) I loved that Jin was shown to top often and that Matthew said he would bottom (and literally do whatever Jin wanted). 
Overall, so freaking sexy (*´ ˘ `*) Each spicy scene better than the last ~~ The only thing that I didn’t like was that the lightsabers were way too big!
Some funny scenes I liked - Jin’s comment about Matthew’s flannel shirts and his reaction after Matthew changed into expensive clothes. Every time Jin had to try so hard to get Matthew to get the hint and get him in bed. I also thought Jin’s underwear was hot and unexpected haha (◍>◡<◍)
The art is amazing and beautifully sets the tone for the story. I honestly don’t remember the first time I read this, but I do remember being engrossed in their dark noir world from the very first chapter. And again when I re-read it this time. Damn, definitely lives up to the hype!!
I’m so curious how it will continue! So excited for season 2 whenever it comes out ♥♥♥
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The hit list 2011
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The hit list 2011 cracked#
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Set in a small town in Middle America, a family copes as their 16-year-old daughter slowly transforms into a zombie.Īvailable | Pierre-Ange Le Pogam, Trevor Kaufman, Matthew Baer producing 81Īn aging millionaire makes a deal on his deathbed to extend his life, only to discover it may have come at a price worse than death.ĬAA | Stuart Manashil, John Garvey Kaplan/Perrone | Alex LernerĪ futuristic re-telling of “The Count Of Monte Cristo.” Story centers on an 11-year old girl and her ex-con father as they learn to bond over a three-state crime spree.ĬAA | Stuart Manashil, John Garvey Silent R | Jewerl Ross IN THE EVENT OF A MOON DISASTER by Mike JonesĪ behind the scenes, semi-fictionalized tale of the near-disaster of Buzz Aldrin and Neal Armstrong’s Apollo 11 journey to the moon.ĬAA | David Kopple, Matt Rosen Gotham Group | Lindsay WilliamsįATHER DAUGHTER TIME: A TALE OF ARMED ROBBERY AND ESKIMO KISSES by Matthew Aldrich WME | Sarah Self, Simon Faber Independent | Tariq Merhab WHEN THE STREETLIGHTS GO ON by Eddie O’Keefe, Chris HuttonĪ man recounts his coming-of-age moments amidst a small town murder mystery. WME | Roger Green, Greg Hodes, Theresa Kang, Cliff Roberts When a savvy social media addict who helps her friends screen potential dates is approached by an acquaintance with the “perfect man,” she uses her skills to transform herself into his ideal match. Pictures | Nora Grossman, Ido Ostrowsky producing 119
The hit list 2011 cracked#
The true story of how British mathematician Alan Turing cracked Germany’s impossible “Enigma” code and changed the tide for the Allies during World War II.ĬAA | JP Evans, Jacqueline Sacerio The Safran Company | Tom Drumm As the people on his list are quickly dispatched, the government agency employing Arbor is hot on his trail, along with local authorities.For the complete Hit List experience, be sure to VIEW THE LIST HERE. The first target is his boss, Fred Gates (Rich Cowan) the second is his competition, the needling newcomer Brian Felzner (Sean Cook) the third is the lowlife thug he borrowed money from, Dom Estacado (Brandon O'Neill) the fourth, his best friend Mike Dodd (Drew Waters) and the final, most important hit is his wife - the one person he will sacrifice anything to protect. He's questionably an accomplice to every murder. Hilariously enough, one of the names on his list he'd actually like to see dead, but when the body count starts to rise, he realizes the truly horrific nature of his actions. Yet he needs the rogue agent's help to handle at least one of the targets. Arbor is clearly psychotic and Campbell has just created another relationship he can't stand up to. Intended as a joke, Allan is mortified to discover that Arbor has elaborately planned to take out the five targets, as a favor to his new "friend."Ī major theme involves Allan standing up for himself and fighting against those who push him around.
The hit list 2011 professional#
Arbor reveals that he's a professional killer, but Campbell laughs it off - although not before scribbling a hit list of five names on a napkin. Reluctant at first, Jonas decides to engage in friendly conversation, and in short time, the two are chatting like old buddies. When he stumbles into a bar to drink his sorrows away with Jack Daniels, he spies Arbor sitting nearby. He also has a brand new black eye from a loan shark he's been unable to pay. His boss has lost faith in him a younger coworker steals his promotion and his wife Sydney (Ginny Weirick) is cheating on him with his best friend. Allan Campbell (Cole Hauser) is a corporate man in Washington D.C., struggling to get ahead, but always behind in money and outlook. Immediately, the introductory dialogue is generic but when the thrills start to pick up, the conversations follow suit.
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Malakai, Buddy, and PAC? I’m a whore your honor.
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Let's talk about...Pat's Salome t-shirt
I've already partially written about this shirt (and its connection to my all-time favourite of all of Pat's shirts) - in that it could have been used to connect Pat with Ink through the shared colour of the t-shirt print and Ink's mustard yellow top (to offer the subconscious implication that she's might be a 'love interest' for Pat)...
...of course, the choice of this t-shirt could also be completely arbitrary...
...but I've always been curious as to whether I could find a deeper meaning/reasoning behind its inclusion here (even if it's just a complete coincidence). After re-watching ep 4 last weekend, I finally decided to do a bit of googling...
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And what I discovered is that the name "Salome" and the picture don't seem to originally go together...at least not that I could find...so I wonder if they made this shirt themselves...and therefore why (or maybe someone else made it and they just found it 🤷🏽‍♀️).
I'll begin with the picture. It is a painting called Portrait of Sabartes, by Pablo Picasso in 1939. Jaime Sabartes was Picasso's lifelong friend, secretary, and chief "legend-monger" (he basically sang Picasso's praises to whomever listened). Sabartes asked Picasso to paint him as a courtier to Philip II...
"Portraying Sabartes as [such] is amusing as this was the role he played in the court of Picasso; that of the loyal servant following his master from Paris to Antibes to Royan. Although Sabartes was often represented by critics as a pathetically faithful dog, Picasso no doubt respected and returned his loyalty - albeit in his own fashion."
I know this is a very very tenuous link...but I couldn't help jumping on the fact that we see Pat as a faithful puppy... Yes, it's really a stretch to think Aof/the costume designer might have meant this with the use of this picture...(*she whispers* but what if they did?). Another less tenuous link is just the fact that Picasso and Sabartes were born in the same year and were lifelong friends...just like Pat and Pran 🤷🏽‍♀️ (I also like that Pat also wears a couple of other Picasso-esque shirts in the series...although I haven't been able to discover if they actually are Picasso prints yet.)
Anyway, onto "Salome" and this is a little more concrete, I think.
Salome is "commonly identified with the daughter of Herodias who, according to accounts in the Gospel of Mark and the Gospel of Matthew, danced for Herod Antipas" in exchange for the head of John the Baptist. Salome has been depicted in many forms in paintings, literature, films, sculpture, music...you name it...often as a "lascivious woman, a temptress who lures men away from salvation" - or a femme fatale.
In episode 4, Ink is introduced as a kind of femme fatale - or faen fatale as @absolutebl would say: "This is when the story introduces a character whose sole purpose is to drive a wedge between the main BL pair." Luckily, in Bad Buddy, this trope was one of many that were subverted and it became clear quite quickly (in the most delightful way!) that Ink actually wasn't a 'traditional' fean fatale character. But having Pat wear this t-shirt in this episode, in a scene where it was implied that Ink might be a love interest for him...well, whether planned or not, I think it's genius.
But, along with the above, as I was reading the wikipedia page (I know, not always the best source🤷🏽‍♀️), I came across this:
"Salome is shown in the mystery play as a personification of Carl Jung's pleasure in The Red Book. [...] Through interactions with Salome, Jung learns of how he neglected the emotional feeling side of his personality and the difficulties of accepting that part of himself that he suppressed."
Now, I think this really is just my brain making connections between the above quote and posts I've read recently about Pat...BUT I just love that people have recently been writing about Pat's character growth...and about his repressed emotions and his realisation of them. Others have written so well on this subject that I'm not going to attempt my own words...I'll just link them here for you to read if you're interested: this post by @scarydeul; this one by @grapejuicegay; and this by @goldenmorningglory.
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Whether planned or not, this shirt is SO GOOD - I love that I can find all these connections to the characters and the story - and I feel like it should actually have an honorary spot in my top ten of Pat's shirts from the series. 😂
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