#I still hate Roberto’s ass too

[dontmindme2600]

Praying that Roberto was just rage bait to get people to watch stampede, and in like two episodes or so he’s gonna drop the “this is my daughter” or something and Milly finally pulls up plEASE PLEASE PLEASE (I am extremely delusional)

[ben-the-hyena]

Honestly I agree with both your takes on Rio and A Monster in Paris as I thought I was alone in thinking that for the longest time, like Rio for example I rarely saw people calling out Jewel's Dad for his bullshit and mostly just shitting on Jewel for getting mad at Blu and calling him selfish which does suck but I honestly argue that I hate Jewel more for not standing up for Blu against her father and letting him get bullied for the entire film just for not being "man" enough.

I mean she was literally willing to tear him apart just for talking badly to Blu when she has no idea who he is but now she's completely fine with him just because he's her father? I call bullshit! Even if she was traumatized and hadn't seen him for years it's still appalling she let her own father treat him like that. Honestly if that was my father I would be appalled if he decided to treat my partner like that especially after reuniting after all these years, I wouldn't hesitate to cuss him out infront of everyone and I feel like Jewel doing so would have redeemed her character more.

I also hate the overprotective dad trope they gave him as it not only feels sexist but it makes him seem weirdly pocessive of Jewel and that he needs to protect her or some shit as he treats Blu like he's some teenager Jewel brought home from school, like excuse me sir? That's your daughter's husband! Who not only saved her life but also pretty much saved your species! (Not counting the Amazon Spixs) Also they have fucking grade school kids at this point, why the fuck does he need to earn your respect? They've been married for several months if not years by now so what right do you have to judge their relationship by now when you entered the picture at the last second?! I get he's supposed to be a bigot and paranoid of humans but he's literally the same fucking species as you and Blu is hardly any different from them besides being kind of quirky and being used to humans I mean Blu literally lives in the fucking wild at the end of the first movie so he's clearly used to it even if he's a bit domesticated. It's just because he doesn't his "standards" that he feels entitled to force Blu to basically be "normal".

I mean people call Jewel ableist? Her father straight up judges Blu for being different and basically forces him to confrom to his society's standards, I don’t give a shit if he's the leader or he's traumatized from losing his wife and daughter. Your daughter isn't your fucking property and you have no right to judge who's she's with as she's literally an adult with fucking kids at this point and you're just some old fart who showed up and demanded Blu give you the respect you're somehow entitled to. "You can call me sir" my ass.

I also used to kind of hate Roberto because he came across as the guy who used to know Jewel and was trying to smuggle his way into their relationship and that really pissed me off. I get he's kind of dumb and Jewel's childhood friend and he probably didn't realize what he was doing. But I still hated him for basically trying to steal Jewel away from Blu as he kept trying to spend time with Jewel and his kids but basically just ignored Blu and it just seemed like he was trying to cuck him and made almost no attempt to make him feel welcome while he was being harassed by Eduardo (I forgot his fucking name) and him being Eduardo's right hand man didn't help much as seemed like he was Eduardo's ideal son and partner for Jewel and I wouldn't be surprised if he would try to hook them up behind Blu's back.

I also wish Jewel could have told Roberto off too I mean I get he's her childhood friend but that doesn't justify him trying to cuck his way into their relationship like even if they are more "compatible" with eachother Roberto doing that and immediately getting with Jewel just rubs me the wrong way as it just feels like he's getting off scott free for what he did and just getting his way in the end for Blu to suffer so even if I was on board with them divorcing that alone keeps me from wanting Jewel to end up with Roberto. I also hate his voice mainly because he's voiced by Bruno Mars, I don't hate Bruno Mars I just hate his music.

Honestly the main reason I'm kind of against a divorce is mainly because it's mostly Eduardo's fault for causing a wedge in their relationship, I know they were kind of having issues but Eduardo was the straw that broke the camel's back and even if he learns his lesson in the end, it's never really brought up in the movie more like a just "Oh you proved yourself so I respect you now I guess..." Like no fuck you, Blu isn't entitled to your respect when you've treated him like shit through the entire movie and even if Blu and Jewel divorce, Jewel should disown Eduardo's ass for being a shitty father in law even if it's towards her ex husband and Eduardo honestly should get eaten by a snake or something since he's an old ass bird who deserves to die and I guess Roberto should take his place as he would at least be less of an asshole than him.

This is a way to see it and how I would have seen it before. Alas, with how Jewel does not defend and blame Blu against her father and seems interested in Roberto (who actually is a nice guy, he is not trying to steal her he just... is dumb and doesn't realize ve is flirting lol) and is frustrated in him being a pet, I think there is too much resentment and too many wounds that opened to ever be the same as it was. I think sadly divorce is the best option, and it hurts little me trust me

[livvyofthelake]

my hatred for stupid men knows no bounds this is why i couldn’t be an archie girl this is why i can’t fuck with fandom freaks fawning over men who can’t read this is why i can’t fuck with the fandomization of jockish characters like arthur bbc merlin and jace herondale and i hated jj outer banks and in real life i only speak to a very select group of men and in high school when the pool of men in my area was wider i still didn’t associate with the dumb ones unless i knew they had an inner core of intelligence which i could sense in the way that bats can see via echolocation. you understand. i hate stupid men!! i hate trip american housewife i hope he dies. and i hate it when i’m watching something and a man reveals he can’t read. no i don’t care if he’s dyslexic that’s not a good enough reason for fandom people to fawn over him oh baby oh my princess who can’t read oh sweetie honey darling soft boy. i want him to be dead. badly. and i don’t understand the infatuation with men like this. do not tell me some shit like oh he’d be so stupid if he was real i would get to control him and teach him to read like jane and tarzan and be his mother and fucking feed him grapes as he sits on a golden throne. that’s how you all sound to me i’m being serious you sound like toxic boy moms. if a female character couldn’t read you would not give a fuck fr. but that would never happen because women in media aren’t even allowed to be a little dumb and if they had dyslexia it would be a thing to overcome and she’d become a great writer or some shit despite all the odds against her or whatever the fuck. i’m tired wow. and i hope that man from 911 dies too while we’re at this i really hate his ass. not peter krause he’s fine. blorbo from amanda’s blog! we love you casey sports night! all the other ones though. especially that one. yeah that one. yeah the one you like. i like all of you a little less during this time and only when it’s over will i start liking you more again. i’m just being honest man idk i really wish we weren’t always obsessed with some man. especially when he’s baby princess awwww honey sweetie stupid boy. die cunt 😐 in many ways this is how amy elliot dunne felt. i understand her in the way shakespearean scholars understand ophelia. sorry let me translate that for the man obsessed people in the room. i understand her in the way roberto aguirre sacasa understands jughead. ok i’m done being a hater for tonight peace on earth. except for stupid men they can suffer in obscurity for all i give a shit

[luckyqueenreign]

I’m kinda have a mix feeling about this week episode. I mean I know the new islanders would come in and cause some problem but it’s too soon for me 😔 I just want a quiet week free of drama or suspecious to build up a relationships with Roberto even If I would dump him for later episode😂😝 Elliot was sweet but I can’t help that I wanna claw his eyes off. I mean If he not choosing us first that mean Ozzy would couple up with us already!! And now he has to stuck with grace again and he’d too nice to reject her. This week I would give a point to Roberto though..Couple up with bella to show that our MC was his number one is a great move. That’s what I want from my man (even I don’t trust him and sense something shady about him) I wish Ozzy would do that for me🥺 the way he’s alway stick with grace is not sit right with me and I can see that it makes people who already dislike him, finding more reason to hate him. But this week I like our twin sister moment though…its sweet and make my heart warm 😊 For me Jakub from season 2 still be my favorite (I know many don’t like him lol) he’s something I looking for my LI.. He’s cocky but sweet. Sometime cringing but funny. Over confident but not afraid to show a little bit vulnerability when he with my MC. Once he choose us. he’s stop being a player and start to show us that he willing to change and fight for our MC. He’ll always be my ultimate love interest in this game. I still can’t find anyone who can top him (exept me LOL)😆🥰

With Ozzy I actually never thought we would get him this update and I loved knowing that he was jealous he didnt get to choose us and he at least told us where his heads at. I truly dont believe we'll get ANY LI until after casa amor. Im now thinking that the couples were in now are the couples were going to be going into Casa Amor with.

Elliot's postcard put him in a v compromising position that leaves MC in a spot where she would be justified in thinking he'd couple up with someone else.

So I'm thinking fb might make us bring a casa guy in and Grace will bring in Marshall if we dont pursue him. I might go after Marshall just for the drama of it all lol light a fire under Ozzy's ass to make a move!!

[crazy56u]

Okay, the app is starting to become self aware, I feel…

Addison, cut your losses with Tom.

“Look, I gotta go, Ben needs me, he totally didn’t just black out from too much coffee.”

Plot twist: Herbicore is poisoning the pumpkins, that’s why Steve’s wife has that cough.

I technically called it!

“Look, Connie, I finally figured out what the plot is, this weed eater shit is gonna kill everyone!”

Oh, great, Peacock’s running ads now.[/joke]

“I’m Chet Barlow of Herbicore, asking you to come to Denver. We’re not Detroit.”

…why does your brother look like a sex offender?

Joe doesn’t even know what’s going on, he is drunk as shit.

Why is this two weeks in a row where puns are plot points?

If only ad blockers existed in the 1980s…

“Do you think Chet knows his weed killer is dangerous?” Ben, he’s a CEO in the 1980s. Sucker’s bet.

Ben, if you don’t say a name now, Connie is gonna drop this story.

“He called you on that pay phone, right? Late night when he needs your love?”

“There’s no such thing as a dead end.” I name at least five Looney Tunes cartoons that would disagree.

Oh, goody, an inside job. So, calling it now: Just like in “Roberto!”, that guy is fucking dead now.

Okay, now I feel bad about calling Robbie a sexual predator…

I have a sinking suspicion their boss might be in on this…

“We need to keep this between the two of us. Now, if you know any ghosts, they can get lumped in as well.”

I admire the fact that Robbie didn’t opt to just bail.

“Who says I’m afraid?” “Is it your brother?” “…” “Okay, so you are afraid.”

I love how they are openly having this loud ass conversation in public.

Now, how long until Ben draw the connection between “this is killing farmers” and “Steve’s wife has that cough”.

Oh, goody, Chet is basically Gideon. God fuck, can’t he go away…

“I’ve seen people disappear. Sometimes in bight blue glowing light, they get replaced with other people and they don’t remember shit!”

“Look, we tried, it’s not like the episode isn’t even half over yet.”

And Steve becomes plot important!

“Herbicrop? I love that stuff, I’m swimming in tumors!”

Steve, your wife is fucking hacking up a lung, and you act like they’re spewing bullshit.

“Everything’s gonna be alright.” Episode is half over, there is a shoe yet to drop.

Ben, never do that again.

Davidson is 100% in on it, that was too fucking coincidental.

And it’s gonna be Robbie’s car in 5… 4… 3…

We are now 100% “Roberto!”

Ben, Connie is experiencing PTSD, maybe calm down.

…Connie, I think we both know that’s not what actually happened…

“Rule three: Fuck this job.”

Connie, if you think Ben is gonna stop, you are sadly mistake . [And sound goes off.]

Ian and Tom, stop pretending Magic isn’t gonna be the one to lose their job, just because he was pissed off, it doesn’t mean he’s letting anyone else take the fall under the bus.

And Ian, rightfully, goes the fuck off.

[Sound goes on.] And it’s time to get crunk.

…it only now just hit me that Addison never told Ben that… it been like two fucking episodes!

“What happened?” “What didn’t?”

Ben, unless your unknowingly leapt into the guy that planted that car bomb, stop blaming yourself for shit.

Now, that just sucks for Robbie: him dying is the Canon Event.

…or Robbie just fucking hates cars.

“Hey.” “I thought I fired you.” “I love how you thought that would work.”

“Look, I don’t care if Robbie is still alive, I still fired you.” “We both know I ain’t accepting that, Connie.”

“Look, Connie, I also suffer from being depressed about my actions.”

[Sound goes off.]

“So, is this the end of Quantum Leap?” NBC, YOU ARE IN THIN FUCKING ICE NOW

Tom, even if I already know the punchline, you should be the one to go.

“I wish there was another way.” Tom, you dumb idiot, you basically just gave Magic the go ahead…

[Sound goes on.]

Cut to The Pink Hotel.

“…so, you’re telling me I blew up my car for fucking nothing.”

I love how Robbie was willing to leave the country despite knowing he could’ve ended the episode early.

Look, Robbie, sometimes you gotta “Scorpion and the Frog” this shit.

I also love how the pink lighting is making Robbie look more depressed.

This is now a heist movie.

“What do you mean ‘Leverage the door’?” It means grab a flat thing, and break the door.

I love how the key to saving the day is just breaking shit.

I love how Ski Mask is acting real fucking cool right now, as if Ben isn’t gonna kick his ass.

Ben, I hope to fuck you rolled a Crit Success on Fast Talk.

And now Wyatt fears God.

…and is probably gonna meet him face to face.

Ben just kicked cancer’s ass.

And Connie pulls the Columbo maneuver.

Chet is about to get fucked by a pumpkin.

“It’s you.” “It’s always me.” …annnnnnd now my brain is trying to craft a Quantum Leap/FNAf crossover.

And Ben dips.

[Sound goes off, fuck you Tom.]

“Look, Tom, be honest, we both knew Ben was gonna win out in the end.” “Honestly, same.”

And now, for the most obvious ending of the episode!

“Look, Tom saved our asses, but Gideon wants someone fired. And it can’t be Ian, and I ain’t firing you, and Addison wasn’t even in this subplot, so… … … (leaves)”

And we end with a dedication to Matt Dale. Watch as NBC promptly fumbles the bag, and cancels the show next week…

So, next week’s a two-fer, Magic is quitting, and Gideon is still fucking here!

Happy Valentine’s Day!

[bluewonderer]

I finished it!!! I am heartbroken and so so angry and confused😭😭 I absolutely loved it first of all it was truly amazing animation and the story was incredible!! Millions Knives is a stupid ass name for a stupid ass guy who hated humans so much he started acting like them🙄🙄 like its very human to be powerful and kill just cuz you want more power and excuse it as doing the right thing for your brethren ahhh but Vash😭😭😭😭 he deserved so much better omg is he dead??? Was that guy at the end him or?? Wormwood was an asshole too not sure how to feel about him yet lol Meryl was awesome even tho she was also a dumbass who got Roberto killed😭😭😭 and the worm girl or guy what were they talking about??? What were those people at the end talking about??? I am so confused and intrigued I need to know more😤😤

I am SO BEYOND PLEASED to have dragged someone into Tristamp HELLO AND WELCOME.

Knives is such an interesting character to me! I also agree that he's the most "human" of them all--or at least, he embodies the very aspects of humans he looks down on. Wolfwood is SUCH an asshole but I LOVE him. My mean little guy. I am SO excited about Meryl and her newbie Milly!!

So! I think I have a few ideas about what Zazie was alluding to at the end, but those ideas are purely based on Trigun Maximum (manga) and Stampede is very much doing its own thing, so I think I'll end up being surprised! If you're still super interested in the Trigun 'verse, I do recommend the manga! Especially Trigun Maximum. It's honestly such a good sci-fi story. But not everyone's very interested in diving into the manga, and that's totally fine! Just saying I found it super fun. I read it in a day and a half and I started re-reading it recently... slower this time, so I can actually remember what I read lol!

ANYWAY I'm so happy you had fun!! I hope it was the break from OP you were looking for ;)

[beverage2000]

hey so after rewatching r1ct for the 19th time maybe i should actually get around to sendig asks abt it SO HEY i've been trying to make a more abstract sort of story and it seems i have trouble with ... being abstract in general. i usually can't come up with any sort of weird imagery or storylines without borrowing heavily from something else. it's highly inconvenient. How do you go about the concept process for your films ? any major takeaways from art school or things i should try ? :0

Wow. this is like the last ask i ever expected to get so first of all thank you for watching R1CT....19 times?!?? this may be hyperbole but either way thank you. its a project that went through a lot of stages and changes and difficulties and it means a lot to me

*puts my hands on your shoulders*i have to tell you something. there is no way you can come up with shit without referencing or borrowing from others' work. im working on a zine/book/thing about the entire journey of making it but basically my"concept process" was a 30-month mess that started out with 1 sketch on the train, which became an idea for a way too ambitious yet still half-assed fully hand-drawn second-year film..but put through the play-doh spaghetti machine of covid i started having a different relationship with myself, with my computer, with my computer-self.. and it morphed slowly and weirdly into wut it is i guess. i dont think i could recreate those circumstances if i tried lol. but yea im rambling too much so let me actually try to answer your question

so ya like i said its actually important and beneficial to borrow from other peoples works. i definitely have the privilege of going to art school to help with that cause i was exposed to a variety of different media and art and obscure films i probably wouldnt have seen otherwise. but i will say itll serve u well to branch out and look at art forms other than the one youre studying, even stuff that seems boring or not relevant. and combine the elements that inspire u the most and make something of ur own. some big inspirations that went into the melting pot early on were: the movie la selva oscura by carlos santa, the opening for the 1974 anime majokko megu-chan, the 1983 movie rock & rule, the matrix, movies by gregg araki, roberto rossellini, david lynch(sorry), elaine may, jonni phillips(to whom i owe so much), among many others; the animated series transformers: beast wars, sally cruikshank's quasi at the quackadero, the artworks of fernand leger and leopold survage (both part of the Cubist scene but had a conceptual interest in filmmaking)...... yeah i could go on for a really long time. (i guess i already did). if you look at this stuff you can probably see lots of elements of these things, in r1ct but it still ended up being something at least semi-original.. so yea go to the library look at art books watch old movies, find stuff u hate, find stuff u like. absorb shit and make shit. dont be afraid to do something way different than what youre used to. basically just go crazy

shoutout 2 any1 who managed to read through this whole thing LOL. i encourage you to check out at least one of the things or artists i mentioned here and yea.. thank you again:)i hope you can look forward to more works in the R1CT cinematic univere

[aewriting]

Tell me about the Vegas AU?

The “Vegas AU,” as I call it, involves Jesse pretty much blackmailing Michael to leave town and leave Alex alone.  Michael ends up going to Las Vegas, and does not know that Alex has been injured.  Alex ends up moving in with Greg.  This is one that gets a bit fuzzy after that setup.  There are aspects I still really like about it, but I’m sitting on it until I can think up some next steps for it. I haven’t worked on this one in a while or posted about it in a while, so if anyone wants to read what I’ve posted so far of it, it’s below the cut.

“Another round, Roberto!”

 Roberto eyes him warily. “I dunno, man. Maria said - “

 “Maria loves me,” Michael says, waggling an eyebrow and leaning over the bar. He sees Roberto swallow nervously. “We go way back. Class of ‘08, Roswell High,” he says, and slams the rest of his shot.

 “I’ll handle this, Roberto,” he hears, and there’s DeLuca suddenly, looking... well, hot as fuck, honestly, but also pissed as hell.

 She snatches Michael’s empty glass off the bar. “The fuck are you doing, Guerin?” She wrinkles her nose at him. “You’re so past shitfaced right now, even for you. And you can’t afford it. You were already in the hole - “

 “Would have remembered that,” he says suggestively, just to be an ass about it.

 “Oh my god,” Maria mutters. “That’s it. You’re done.”

 “Sorry, that was stupid.”

 “Nope, you’re done,” she repeats. “You’re done tonight.” She shoves his hat toward him, across the bar. “And don’t come back till you can pay. In full.”

 “How much does he owe you, Maria?”

 Michael’s eyes narrow, because Maria’s just frozen. She’d looked angry, before, fiery. The anger’s still there, but now it’s... cold. Contained.

 Jaw tight, she glances at Michael, then at the man behind him. “Including tonight? $90, give or take.”

 Michael’s eyes widen as two crisp fifty dollar bills are placed on the bar, quickly followed by a third.

 “That’s to cover his tab. And your troubles. With whatever’s left, I’ll take two glasses of your best whiskey. For me and the young man, here.”

 Michael can see Maria’s need for cash warring with her evident dislike of this man. He sees the moment she decides, quickly palming the money, holding the bills tight in her clenched fist.

 “Coming up,” she says tightly, casting a quick little glance toward Michael before she goes that looks almost... concerned?

 No matter. Michael heaves a sigh. Some old guy wants to buy him a drink, the least he can do is lay on some charm. “I’m awfully grateful - “ he starts as he slowly turns around.

 Freezes.

 Because it’s Jesse Manes behind him, looking at him with those cold eyes.

 “Hello, Michael.”

 Michael hates the panic that starts rising in him. He grabs his hat, begins to stand.

 Feels Jesse grip his hand, the left one. “Sit. Down.”

 He could snap every finger, right now. It would be nearly effortless. If they were alone, he might do it... might do worse. But Maria’s watching them, out of the corner of her eye. This is so public.

 And there’s Alex.

 Alex who... Michael takes a moment to calculate in his fuzzy head. Alex who is probably back on base by now. Maybe. Preparing to fucking deploy. Alex who is still uncomfortably intertwined with his monster of a father, and while Michael doesn’t mind causing trouble for himself - hell, that was his whole purpose in coming to the Pony tonight and getting brain meltingly drunk - he’ll be damned if he causes trouble for Alex.

 So he sits down.

 “Good boy,” Jesse says with a smug little grin, like Michael’s a goddamn dog.

 “Here,” Maria says curtly, placing two glasses of whiskey on the bar in front of them, frowning as she stares at Jesse’s strong hand covering Michael’s wrecked one.

 Jesse gives her a little nod as Michael tugs his hand away, flexing it unconsciously. Jesse picks up a glass, takes a small sip. Stares at Michael. “Drink up.” Michael just looks at him, so tense. Jesse shrugs a little. “Didn’t take you as one to turn down free liquor.”

 He’s managed to avoid Jesse Manes for over seven years. He, he’s seen him a few times - walking around town, at the Crashdown, one memorable morning at the Sheriff’s station while Michael was still in the drunk tank. But there was no avoiding now. Michael picks up the whiskey, drinks a little. The burn is worse than usual, despite the improved quality.

 Jesse narrows his eyes at him. “We need to talk, Michael.”

 Michael keeps his mouth shut. Frowns.

 Jesse leans in a bit, and Michael tries hard not to instinctively back away. “You’ve been messing around with something that belongs to me,” he says, voice low and cold.

 And at that, Michael can’t contain himself. “He doesn’t belong to you,” he says harshly, probably too loud for this particular setting.

 Jesse raises an eyebrow. “Well at least you’re not denying it.”

 “Nothing to fucking deny.”

 Jesse’s mouth twists a bit. “No. Suppose you don’t think so, the way you rub everyone else’s face in your own filth.”

 How dare he. Michael... Michael could hurt this man. Wants to hurt this man. Thinks of the the ways he’s hurt Alex. Thinks of the way Alex makes Michael hide their interactions, be so careful.

 Jesse takes a small little sip of his drink, shakes his head. “Thought I was very clear. Years ago,” he says, looking pointedly at Michael’s hand. “This thing between the two of you needs to stop.”

 Michael swallows down his own fury, his own intense bitterness and hurt. It feels... bizarre to be having this conversation with Jesse Manes, of all people, when he’s never talked about it with anyone else. Not even Alex, really.

 “There... there’s no thing,” Michael says, hating how wounded he sounds. Because there isn’t. Not... not that there ever was, not really, but Michael had at least had hope before, at times. After this last time, though, the things he and Alex had said...

 Jesse scoffs, shakes his head. “I followed you. To the motel.” Michael can feel his stomach drop. “Heard the two of you. Like... like animals,” Jesse says, tone dripping with revulsion. He looks right at Michael then. “Saw some of the marks you left him with, that he tried to hide.”

 Michael’s willing his breath to remain even, willing himself not to shatter every glass in this damn bar. “What did you do to him?” he asks, voice low and dangerous.

 “Not a damn thing,” Jesse says. “Drove him back to base so he can ship off to Iraq and continue to serve his country like the decorated airman he is.”

 Michael scoffs, rolls his eyes.

 Jesse glares at him. “Do you know what he’s risking? Every time he’s with you?” He shakes his head. “Has he told you?”

 Michael’s looking at him blankly.

 “That’s what I thought,” Jesse says tightly. Leans back in seat a bit. “I kept up with you over the years. So I know about the drunk and disorderlies, the petty theft, the lewd behavior and indecency charges.” He narrows his eyes. “Alex know how often you’re down here, drinking cheap liquor you can’t afford, leaving with anyone that’ll have you?”

 Michael can feel his face flushing, the sting of tears just below the surface. He looks down, sniffs, plasters on a shit eating grin. “You have been keeping a close watch. Could make a guy wonder,” Michael says, cocking an eyebrow.

 He sees the tick of Jesse’s jaw. “Wanted to see who my son was risking his entire career for.” Jesse looks him up and down, seems disgusted. “And it doesn’t reflect well on you. Or him.”

 Michael shakes his head a little, looks away. He... he’s used to being told he’s a piece of shit. Lives down to it. But this, Jesse bringing Alex into it...

 “You’ve done a lot of the work for me. Thought my son had finally gotten his head on straight and realized that there was no future with his hometown...” Jesse’s eyes narrow as he gestures at Michael. “Whatever you are to him.” He takes a little sip of whiskey, eyes Michael. “Thought it was done, actually, till the motel.”

 Michael swallows. “There’s nothing there, okay?” Michael says, trying to sound nonchalant and failing miserably. “Alex... Alex is smart. Knows there’s nothing for him here.”

 A waste. That’s what Alex had said, what he’d called him, this last time. A waste.

 Jesse studies him. “Then maybe it’s time you and I got on the same page,” he says, taking out an envelope, fat to the point of bulging. Opening it up. Flashing the neatly folded cash. “This is the easy way to do this, Michael. There’s a hard way, too. What do you say?”

 Michael’s just blinking. Once. Twice. Looking at the cash. There’s... so much there. More than he could make for months at the ranch. “I... I don’t...”

 Jesse rolls his eyes, shuts the envelope. “There’s ten grand in there. Take it and leave. Don’t contact my son again. You do and... and I make things worse for you, okay? You know I could do it,” he says, looking deliberately down at Michael’s hand.

 And Michael’s angry now. “What the fuck man?” he exclaims, eyes flashing. “You... you think you can just come in here, flashing cash, and buy me off?”

 Jesse scoffs a bit. “You’re asking? Seriously? Yes,” he says meanly. “You are a drunken day-laborer that lives in a trailer. You’ve got holes in your shirt and shit on your boots. So yes, I think I can give you ten thousand dollars and give you a new start somewhere of your choice. Somewhere without my son.”

 Michael clenches his jaw, pushes back from the bar, too fast, and the stool clatters to the ground.

 “Michael?” Maria asks, startled, but Michael’s too angry to reply.

 “Fuck you,” he says, leaning toward Jesse, baring teeth.

 Jesse’s eyes narrow. “Michael,” he warns.

 “No.” Michael says, shaking his head. “Fuck you, Manes,” he says, itching to reach out with his powers, put Jesse through the goddamn wall. “Fuck you and your money,” he says.

 And he can’t help it this time - he nudged Jesse’s stool off balance, just a little, sending it - and Jesse - to the floor.

 He starts walking - doesn’t stop when he hears Maria shouting, doesn’t stop when he hears Jesse Manes’s damnable voice assuring Maria that he’s fine. Michael pushes through the crowded Pony, exits the bar, and heads straight for his truck at the far side of the lot.

 He pulls the door shut, locks the truck with his powers, and reaches for a bottle of acetone, only to find it drained.

 “God damn it,” he mutters, and such a stupid little thing, it pushes him over the edge. Fuck... fuck everything. This shit is just... too much. It was already too much, had been too much for years. But the past few days, with Alex leaving for a fucking war zone, their fight, and now Jesse Fucking Manes confronting him at the Pony and trying to buy him off? No wonder he’s drunk right now.

 Shit.

 He’s... fuck. He’s really, really drunk right now. Too drunk to drive, he knows. He could call Isobel. But then she’s ask questions - why hadn’t he replied to her texts the last few days, where had he been, why was he shit-faced?

 Michael sighs. It’s not too cold tonight. This wouldn’t be the first time he’s slept it off in the Pony lot. Unbidden, he imagines what Alex would say, if he could see him now, sauced and weepy. Probably the same thing he’d said to him before he’d stormed out of the motel. You’re a waste, Guerin.

 It’s the last thing a Michael thinks as he nods off.

 ***

 “Michael.”

 “Mmm, don’t go.”

 “Michael!”

 “Stay, please.”

 “Michael, I am not fucking around - get up right now.”

 Michael startles awake, out of what he thinks was a dream. It’s too bright, too loud, and, fucking hell, Max is here, rapping on his window with a fucking flashlight.

 “Fuck,” he mutters, letting his head fall back against the cracked leather of his seat.

 Max shakes his head, starts pounding the flashlight against the window again.

 “Hold on one fucking minute, okay?” Michael rubs at his eyes, tries to orient himself. He’s certainly hungover - maybe even still drunk. His mouth is dry, fuzzy, foul tasting. And, Jesus, is Max about to pound on the window again? He reaches low on the door, begins to manually roll down the window.

 He does it slowly on purpose, taking his time on each revolution. Max looks ready to burst. As soon as the window is low enough, Max leans in close, as if he’s trying to physically shove his face into the car.

 “What the fuck were you thinking, Michael?” he grits out, voice low.

 Michael looks at him blankly, and Max leans in even more.

 “Getting into a fight with Jesse Manes? In public?”

 Michael lets his head hang, shakes it a bit. So this is why Max is here? “I didn’t lay a fucking hand on him, Max.”

 Max’s frown deepens. “Well you don’t have to, do you?” he says, barely audible.

 Michael snorts a little. “You don’t have a fucking clue,” he says, immediately regrets it. Because Max doesn’t know the history here, and Michael doesn’t want him to, just wants him to go away.

 But Max doesn’t press for detail, just looks stern. “Michael, cut the attitude. This...” He falters. Actually looks a little... worried? Scared? “This is serious, okay?”

 “What are you talking about?” Michael asks, and he takes a look around for the first time since being woken up.

 There are three police cruisers here. Surrounding his truck. He sees Max’s partner, the hot blonde, talking to Maria. Maria who... who looks like she just got pulled out of her bed. She has a silky camisole and shorts on, with flip flops. A thick patterned blanket pulled around her shoulders to stave off the cold. It keeps slipping, and Michael can see her nipples through the thin material. He swallows hard. He’s long thought she was attractive, going back to high school, really, had idly wondered what she’d look like in a morning-after situation. He hadn’t intended to find out like this. He meets her eyes, briefly, and she looks away quickly. She looks... she looks worried.

 Further away, he sees Michelle Valenti and... shit. Jesse. Jesse’s nodding solemnly at the moment as he speaks with the Sheriff.

 “What the fuck is going on, Max?”

 Max’s shoulders slump. “Do you really not know?”

 Michael shakes his head. “Is this about me parking at the Pony overnight? Cause I’ve done it before and Maria’s never busted me over it. Seems excessive,” he complains, glancing quickly in her direction. Again, she looks away as soon as they make eye contact. “Like, would she have rather I drove drunk?”

 Max is just staring at him. “We have dozens of witnesses that say you and Jesse Manes has an altercation in which you repeatedly yelled ‘fuck you’ at him and mentioned money.”

 Michael sniffs, narrows his eyes. “And?”

 Max’s eyes dart from side to side, and he leans in close. “Michael, if you did it, just tell me and I’ll try my best to help you, okay? Just tell me where it is.”

 Michael feels cold. “What?”

 Max bites his lip. “Manes says you stole his wallet last night. We’ve got a search warrant for you and the truck.”

 “Fuck,” Michael says, and he knows. Knows that Jesse’s screwed him. On instinct, he whirls around in his seat, looks to the other side of the lot where Jesse is standing.

 And smiling. Right at him.

 He turns around in his seat. Looks at Max. “I didn’t do it, Max. We fought in the bar, yeah,” he says, and he sees Jesse and Michelle walking toward the truck. “Just words,” he adds hastily. “And, um, I knocked him off his stool. With my powers.” He sees Max’s disapproving face, presses on. “But I didn’t steal his wallet.” He remembers, then, the way Jesse had referred to Alex. “I didn’t take anything that belongs to him,” he adds quietly. “I didn’t.”

 “Mr. Guerin?” Michelle Valenti is standing right next to Max now, looking serious. “Could you please step out of the car?”

 Michael mouth twists. “Do I have a choice?”

 “We have a warrant,” she says.

 “So I’ve heard,” Michael says, glaring at Max. With a sigh, he unlocks the truck, opens the door, and steps out. Watches as the Sheriff begins rummaging around in his glove box. Max’s partner - Jenny, maybe? - has hopped into the bed of the truck, is combing through his blankets, his tools. She stops, frowns.

 “Sheriff?” she calls. Michelle walks around to the side of the truck and Max’s partner holds up a small item. Michael’s stomach drops. It’s a wallet.

 Sheriff Valenti looks at it. Frowns. “Jesse?” she calls, and Jesse quickly walks over.

 Jesse’s eyes widen as he gets closer. “That’s it, alright.”

 The Sheriff nods. “Could you check it for me? Make sure there’s nothing missing?”

 “Of course,” Jesse says. He opens it, eyes the cash, the cards. “Everything’s here, thank goodness. Thank you, Sheriff.”

[naivesilver]

Is there any of the shitty Pinocchio adaptations that you think are bad but you still enjoy in how stupid and/or weird they are?

WELL. Well. Yes and no?

For one, almost all of the adaptations I despise have at least a tiny little something that I would save - that makes me mourn the fact we didn't get a better story built around it, even. Emperor of the Night, arguably the worst Pinocchio movie of all time, had this very peculiar theme of Pinocchio as a tool in the fight between good and evil that I would have KILLED for in any other instance; the Disney movie, for all its flaws, at least made the franchise known and gave us a very endearing Pinocchio/Lampwick combo; even the shittiest, cheapest cartoons were extremely entertaining for their intended audience.

Aside from that, though, I have a hard time enjoying the adaptations I complain about the most as a whole, because their mistakes are too glaringly obvious for me to ignore. (That's an issue on my part, bear in mind, not in theirs.) However, there are other, weirdly niche things I've seen that I know would be terrible if I were to put aside my personal taste. Blame childhood nostalgia, drunk rewatches, you name it. Life is already so goddamn weird, there's no point in pretending I only like good stuff and have never cried laughing in front of awful media.

Among them are, in no particular order:

Fairy Tale Police Department

Think Once Upon A Time, but it's an early 2000s low budget cartoon that most people have (rightfully) forgotten. The core cast is a team of detectives tasked with making sure fairy tales get their happy endings - they save Pinocchio from being turned into firewood on the very first episode, and after that he becomes their sort of...little helper? Funny sidekick? No one really knows.

Guys, he's so fucking annoying. He's literally the stupidest character on screen, second only to the male deuteragonist whose main personality trait is to flirt with anything that breathes. He doesn't do anything of use - they don't even take him on investigations except by accident (literally, I still remember that one episode where he was being so bothersome they sent him to clean the patrol car and then took the fucking car because they'd forgotten he was there. Child labor laws WHEN). I physically cringe every time he steps on the scene...

...but I grew up with that cartoon, so tragically, I got attached. 5yo had two crushes on that show - one was the vaguely butch female detective who took names and kicked ass, and the other was Pinocchio, because even then I had my priorities straightened out. I'll go to my grave knowing that among an endless flood of amazing characters (the Three Little Piglets were part of a MOB, for God's sake), I looked at a fastidious child and went "I want that one". Sigh.

Pinocchio (2002)

THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE...This movie has ruined my every chance to be perceived as a proper film enthusiast forever again - I love it and I hate in equal measures, and I will NEVER recover from its influence.

Can you believe that this was the most expensive Italian movie ever made???? I can't wrap my head around it. Roberto Benigni went and asked for an outrageous budget, and those people GAVE IT TO HIM, knowing that in this movie no one playing a child would be under the age of 30, that Nicoletta Braschi would have the role of her balding husband's mother, and that all the additional Lampwick-and-Pinocchio screentime would be used to add weird homosexual vibes to the entire plot. Tangerine lollipops have been ruined forever, from my perspective.

Unfortunately, it's book accurate to a fault, down to the actors' accents, and it's clear it was a passion project, so I can't write it down in my personal Pinocchio Death Note. I wish I could, sometimes, though. Benigni in flowery ledehosen is a picture that's seared forever into my brain.

Huey, Dewey and Louie in "The Adventures of Pinocchio"

Allow me to be Italian on main for five minutes more. This one was published in multiple parts on Topolino comic books during the 90s, as part of the endless list of Disney parodies of famous movies/shows/books, and to call it weird would be an euphemism.

Basically, it's the book Pinocchio, but with a futuristic twist: Huey, Dewey and Louie play the titular character, except they're...robots? That want to become human?? And again, it follows Collodi's story, but the Disney characters play their book counterparts for some reason, and Gladstone plays Lampwick??? And the Cricket is a sentient traffic light with arms and legs????

Honestly, I wish I was exaggerating. But then again, it's almost impossible not to appreciate an adaptation that goes apeshit to this level. It's so ballsy it does a 360° and becomes great. What the fuck.

[slashyrogue]

The ad read as follows: 

Older man looking for younger man to share an encounter. Tops only, please. 

Which was why Roberto was here. 

He knocked, shivering in the cold, and waited for the door to open so he could see just who he’d be sharing this “encounter” with. The man who appeared in the doorway wasn’t at all what he expected, which made this all the better, and he licked his lips. 

“Duncan?” 

The man frowned at him. “You’re younger than you told me over the phone.” 

“Do you need to see some ID, officer?” 

Duncan scoffed and let him inside. He toed off his boots, still shivering, dropped his coat, and eyed the room. 

It wasn’t anything special, but a bit better than he was used to the last few years. His father wasn’t exactly the most progressive man in the world and Roberto couldn’t be open about what he liked so he stuck to “encounters” like this one. Though normally he didn’t meet such an old man. 

Duncan had gray hair, really gray not just streaked, and a mustache that wasn’t gray at all. Though he also had an eyepatch. 

“Where’d you lose the eye?” 

His eye Roberto narrowed. “Are you going to talk this much the entire time?” 

Roberto smiled. “Maybe a little.” 

Duncan looked him up and down. “How old are you?” 

“Twenty one,” he said, pulling his t-shirt off, “And you, Old Man?” 

Duncan grunted, taking off his own shirt. “None of your business.” 

He smiled. “But it’s your business to know how old i am?” 

“I don’t look like I’m in high school.” 

He opened his jeans, let them fall, and kicked off his shoes. Duncan blinked, staring, and licked his lips. 

“You still wanna see my ID?” 

“You’ll do,” he grumbled, taking off his own pants. 

Roberto climbed on the bed, stretched out, and watched the old man get naked. Duncan had a bit of a paunch and scars all over his muscled frame. He felt his cock stir, biting his bottom lip, and stroked himself. 

“Were you in the army?” 

“No,” Duncan said, pulling off boring baby blue boxers, “Just got into it plenty of times.” 

Roberto stroked himself faster when he saw Duncan’s cock. “Nice cock.” 

“I don’t need your compliments,” Duncan sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed and opening the bedside drawer, “Just your cock.” 

He ran his hand down Duncan’s back. “Nice ass too.” 

Duncan tossed a condom and lube on the bed, rolling onto his belly. “Shut up.” 

There was something to be said about just shutting up and fucking, but something about Duncan made him want to tease. He sat up and moved behind him as Duncan raised his ass. 

“You do this a lot?” he asked, wetting his fingers, “Shut up and get fucked?” 

“I don’t...” 

He stuck two fingers into Duncan and grinned at his moan. “You don’t, do you? Poor old man desperate for young cock. The twinks not into daddy bears anymore?” 

Duncan pushed back on his fingers. “It’s a hassle. This is much easier.” 

“You can run into a bad crowd,” Roberto sighed, his cock hard as a rock now, “Anyone can just...come in and...try to rob you or...” 

“I can take care of myself.” 

He added a third and Duncan growled. “Not exactly though, can you?” 

“Are you gonna keep talking or get on with it?” 

Roberto pulled out his fingers and ripped open the condom. “You take the fun out of this, you know? I have men begging me all the time and you seem like you’d rather be anywhere else.” 

Duncan rolled onto his back and sighed. “If you’re gonna keep running your mouth you might as well leave. This isn’t a date, boy. You wanna fuck and I want to be fucked. Shut up or I’ll show you the door.” 

He grinned and started to roll the condom on. “You’re bossy for such an old man desperate for dick.” 

“I said...” 

Roberto crawled on him and grabbed Duncan’s legs lifting them up. He smiled down at him. “Beg me.” 

Duncan’s cheeks were flushed, his cock hard, and his wet hole was just aching for Roberto’s dick. “No.” 

He pressed in a little and felt him tense. “Fuck you’re gonna be tight.” 

The sound of Duncan’s hiss of breath made his cock harder. 

“You little shit, I’m...” 

He pressed in a little more. “Beg me.” 

Duncan’s lip curled. “No.” 

Roberto pulled back a little and Duncan grabbed his hips flipping them over. He glared down at him. “Now....who’s the one who’ll be begging?” 

He licked his lips. “Full of surprises, Old Man. You gonna ride me?” 

Duncan pushed him down and climbed up, gasping as he smiled. “You’re gonna beg me to.” 

“I’m not that desperate.” 

He thrust down more than Roberto had and the tightness made Roberto whimper. 

“No?” 

“Old...”

Duncan moved a little further. “Beg me, Brat.” 

Roberto groaned. “Ride me, Old Man. Don’t make us both wait.” 

“Beg.” 

He thrust down more and Roberto groaned. “Please,” he whined, “Fuck, just...ride me!” 

Duncan thrust in all the way and they both moaned. Roberto held tight to his hips and smiled up at him. “Who’s desperate now?” 

“I am,” he said, “Fuck you feel amazing.” 

The smile he got in return made his belly flutter. “I know.” 

Then began the best sex Roberto ever had. 

Duncan was strong, stronger than most men he’d fucked, and apparently a huge fucking tease. He rode Roberto hard, teasing by pulling out almost completely over and over, and held the base of his cock a few times to stop him from coming too soon. Roberto whined but didn’t roll them over to take control. 

He wanted to see what Duncan would do. 

And he did plenty. 

He rode Roberto with his head held back, moaning, and didn’t let his cock get touched. Roberto had been with men who wanted to come on his cock but none had kept him going like this. 

Not one. 

Roberto moaned when Duncan came, staring down at him, the spurts of his passion splashing across Roberto like a brand, and couldn’t help but come not long after. Duncan smiled down at him, gasping, and he did the only thing he could do. 

He pulled him in for a kiss, smashing their mouths together, and rolling Duncan beneath him again. They kissed for a while, tasting each other, and when they finally broke for breath he only wanted to kiss him again. 

“You up for another round?” he asked, hating the weird nervousness he felt. 

Duncan frowned. “What?” 

“We can take a shower, get clean, and do it one more time maybe.” 

“You...” 

“That was fucking hot, Old Man,” he said, sounding a little too eager, “You wanna?” 

Duncan sighed. “Kid...” 

He kissed him again softly, sighing, and when he pulled back Duncan still looked unconvinced. “Just once more, Duncan,” he said, “You know you wanna.” 

Duncan reached up to touch his cheek. “One more time,” he said, “You don’t need a mess like me in your life, Kid.” 

Roberto smiled, pulling back and out. “It’s just sex, Duncan. Don’t worry. I’m not gonna get hearts in my eyes for you.” 

He got up off the bed, tossed the used condom in the garbage can, and headed for the bathroom. The hand on his lower back made him shiver. 

“Just one more time,” Duncan mumbled, “And then I never see your face again, Roberto.” 

The sound of his name on Duncan’s lips made his heart beat faster. 

“Of course.” 

Just one more time. 

He didn’t want more than that, not now and maybe not ever. 

Duncan had just been a good fuck. 

No other reason. 

[livvyofthelake]

i think i just really really hate how 50s riverdale is simultaneously radically pro lgbt and wildly opressive towards lgbt people and there is literally no middle ground and no nuance. like i understand that they are trying to say that during bad times culturally there will still be good people, cheryl's mom is homophobic but toni is still bisexual and has no hangups about it but gay kevin is still repressed but clay is totally normal about being gay and apparently not too pressed about homophobia. also i don't love how riverdale does this annoying ass thing where characters of color always have to help the white main characters with accepting themselves or whatever. like roberto please be serious you cannot copy paste choni (which sucks) onto kevin and clay (also sucks). this shit fucking blows idk. anyway. betty just found out her boyfriend she just dumoed is gay and i haven't watced the rest of the episode but i know what she's going to do next is give him a supportive little talk about how they're friends and she'll always care about him and whatever the fuck and she won't be allowed to get mad at him and she won't be allowed to be bisexual herself even tho last season basically confirmed she IS bi but this has to be the barchie endgame season so that's illegal. and she won't be allowed to have a storyline that doesn't revolve around who her fucking boyfriend is when objectively she should be solving murders or something. and then kevin will be doing heartstopper with clay and i'll hate it because it's going to blow and be lame and boring and clay will never be moose or joaquin and if we were going to do clay why didn't we introduce him in any kind of interesting way. like roberto you have got to start putting the good back in this fucking show soon.

[purplesurveys]

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survey by voicedance16

answer these questions using the first letter of your name!

Ok, to start off with, what's your name? Robyn. Hmm I don’t tend to see R much when it comes to being the first letter of different things, so it’ll be fun to see where this goes.

Now, name something for each question starting with that letter.

A girl's name:  Rhiannon. I first encountered this name reading Everyday by David Levithan and I’ll always remember how well-written the character was. The name sounded a little too foreign to me at first, but I ended up loving it.

A boy's name: Rocky, because I have an uncle with that nickname. His first name also starts with an R - Robert, if I remember correctly.

A fruit: Rambutan. Such a strange-looking fruit too.

A vegetable: Radish.

A country: Romania.

A city: Reykjavik in Iceland. Also a place I would love to visit.

An animal: Raccoon.

Something people do outside: Ride public transport. You’re inside modes of transport when doing so, but still.

An actor/actress: Rooney Mara. Sigh, reminds me of the film Carol and all the memories associated with it. Now that I think about it, I should give that a watch again for a more refreshed take on it.

Something you keep in the kitchen: The refrigerator, obviously.

Something you keep in the bathroom: Razor.

Something you'd bring on a trip: Also a razor. But erm, my mom likes bringing reusable bags on our longer trips so that we have somewhere to put our dirty clothes in for the next few days.

Something people do in the summer: Ride amusement/theme park attractions. Can’t relate though, as I hate theme park rides and I’m usually only the guardian of my friends’ stuff as they tick off all the rides hahaha.

A song title: Renegade, by Paramore.

A book title: Revolutionary Road, though I’m only aware of it because I’ve seen the movie based on that exact book. I saw a copy of it - with the film poster as the main cover - in a used book store around a year ago, but I was saving at the time so I couldn’t buy it. I wish I did, because that will probably be the only time I would have ever seen the book.

A movie title: Room, which was also based on the Emma Donoghue book. It’s one of my favorite films too, along with Requiem for a Dream and Revolutionary Road.

A Broadway musical title: Rent. I had to watch the movie adaptation for a film class. It absolutely sucked.

A clothing or shoe brand: Roberto Cavalli.

A reason for being late: Rode the wrong train/bus.

A band/music group/artist: Let’s go with Rhye. Reminds me of happier and simpler times.

A musical instrument: Recorder.

Something that's hot: Ramen broth that’s freshly made.

A type of bird: Robin! :)

A pizza topping: Ricotta? I’m just guessing though. I’ve never tried putting it on my pizza.

A fictional character: Rachel Green from Friends or Rick Grimes from The Walking Dead.

A breakfast food: I’m completely out on this one.

A school subject: Religion - I went to Catholic school so we definitely devoted 45 minutes of each day to learning more about Christianity.

A holiday: Rizal Day.

A relative: My uncle Rocky, who I mentioned at the beginning of this survey.

An article of clothing: Romper.

A school supply: Ruler. I never owned one of them for long, and whenever I did buy one if I needed it for class, I’d lose it within a day or two lol.

A color: Red.

A state: I’m guessing in the US? Rhode Island.

An ice cream flavor: Rocky Road.

Something found in the ocean: I dunno...rust from old shipwrecks? Haha I don’t really go snorkeling a lot.

A drink: Red wine.

A part of the body: Ribs.

A stone/gem:  Ruby.

Something found in a park: Rocks. Can’t say I know a lot about parks though, given we don’t have any public spaces in this country other than malls.

A college/university: Rutgers. I specifically remember that school because they made the news at one point for having a course on Beyoncé, lmao.

A type of fish: Rays.

A historical figure: Rosa Parks.

Something in the room you're in: We have a rug here in the living room.

Something you save up to buy: Rings, especially if it’s an engagement or wedding ring.

A kind of candy: Razzles. The Razzles scene from 13 Going on 30 always makes me feel giddy.

A reptile/amphibian: I got nothing. Reptile? HAHAHA

A spice/herb: Rosemary.

A type of car: Racecar, if it counts. I don’t exactly know car terminology.

A hobby/leisure activity: Rock climbing, which I reeeeeally would like to try out soon.

A restaurant: Ramen Nagi,  my second favorite ramen spot after Mendokoro Ramenba. There’s also Racks, though I’ve never tried eating there before.

A household chore: Is raking a chore in other countries? We don’t really do that here but maybe people do in other places?

A body of water: River.

A weapon: Rocket launcher.

An ethnic food: Rellenong bangus, which is stuffed milkfish.

A mode of transportation: A rickshaw, though in the Philippines we call them tricycles.

A type of flower: Rose.

Something found on/in a desk: Reminders? Hahaha if it counts. I put reminders written on sticky notes on my desk.

A word associated with money: Revenue.

An item you'd buy from a vending machine: A pack of Reese’s.

A game (any type): Ridge Racer, which was a PSP game I loved playing as a kid. There was also Rock Band, which was a game I had on the PSP as well.

Something at a circus: Ring toss games/stalls.

Something you throw away: Results of an exam or a particular application that I failed. Like you know how schools will sometimes send you a physical letter just to say you didn’t make the cut? I’d rather not own those for longer than 10 minutes, and to crumple them up and throw them out immediately instead.

A store name: Rustan’s. It’s a whole-ass department store chain, but whatever.

A type of tree: I’m not familiar with a lot of trees, so I’m unable to think of any.

Something that uses a remote: Racecar toys.

A website: Reddit.

Something in a grocery store: Red onions.

A tourist attraction: I can’t think of any particular tourist spots, but Rio de Janeiro is somewhere I’d love to be able to travel to.

A weekend activity: Resting, heh.

A Christmas/holiday song: Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.

A type of seafood: OMG my specialty. I can only think of roe and rellenong bangus for R, though.

An acronym: RT, which just means retweet on Twitter.

Something you'd see at the zoo: Rabbits, maybe? I’ve never been to a zoo.

A kind of soup: I’m not sure I know of any; I’m not a big soup person.

Something you'd find in NYC: Erm, restaurants? Hahahaha. And lots of them.

Something you'd get tickets for: I wouldn’t know; I’ve never been handed one before.

An animal noise: Ruff, for dogs.

A word associated with winter: I have no clue. We don’t even have winter here, so I wouldn’t know the things people prepare for it.

A historic event: The Rape of Nanjing.

Something you get in the mail: Nothing’s coming to mind.

Something you sit on: A rocking chair.

A reason to make a phone call: Resolving a fight? Idk.

A type of weather: Rainy.

Something that has buttons: Rompers, at least some kinds.

Something that makes you smile: Reminiscing.

[cbwalive]

SUPER ESTRELLA Ep. 2

Super Estrella, Christmas Eve Bash

Thursday, December 24, 2020

Live on Univision 

 We start the show of the recap from last week when @TheEyeOfGibson and AuZZtin won the tag titles and Head of Creative John Schneider saying this is far from over.

Here comes @TheEyeOfGibson strutting down to the ring.

Gibson has his own fan section. About a dozen women in their mid- 50’s. One woman has a sign that reads, “Gibson Rats 4 Life”.

Roberto acknowledges them and blows them kisses off his butt before taking the mic.

The Eye starts off by saying “you know last week felt pretty damn good. For the last 5 weeks I didn’t know what I was going to do -- yeah sure living in my van in Pensacola was great but I’m full of steam - I’m a fighter and also a lover ain’t that right Ladies?” 

Gibson’s Rats start screaming “I knew I had to get back in The CBWA and when Schneider called me out of the blue to help him in his War Games match.

I knew something was up so I made him sign a stipulation which says if I showed up to Time to  Pay PPV and help Schneider’s team, then I will get my shot, my rightful shot at the CBWA World Heavyweight Title” 

 @gator_AuZZtin music hits to a huge pop. 

AuZZtin grabs the mic “Listen Bobby we all know the damn story so quit boring these people to death.Even the Gibson’s Rats dried up during your story.

One of the Gibsons Rats yells, “I’m never dry baby”, AuZZtin looks rather disturbed.

The fact of the matter is I helped you win these damn tag titles.

Roberto stops him and says “you helped me? Correct me if I’m wrong but who kicked The Fiend out cold?” 

AuZZtin says, “it doesn’t matter you followed my lead and look here we are the tag champs, something you and buddy Ricky couldn’t do”.

Roberto snags the mic “you leave Morton out of this, he’s still in the hospital and no one knows who took him out, maybe I’m looking at the SOB right now”

AuZZtin grabs the mic “like I said last week if I wanted to take out little Ricky Morton, I would do it in front of his pretty face so he can see who’s whooping his ass, how do I know I’m not looking at the sob that took him out?” 

Roberto looks disgusted by that remark “are you kidding me? Now you’ve gone too far thinking I would take my friend of 40 years out”

It looks like they are about to go to blows when John Schneider’s music hits. 

 John comes down to ringside and  interrupts both men “excuse me gentlemen I don’t mean to break up this love fest but I have important business to attend to both of you, starting with you AuZZtin.

Now I imagine you wanna whoop somebody’s ass, so tonight you will go one on one with BS Service member @BrayWya29193609.

Now as far as you go Gibson, you can take your so called disgusting ring rats over there and take them back to your van because you have the night off as a matter of fact you are banned from the arena.

These nice fine Bogota Security guards will see fit that you exit the arena with no problems” 

 The guards start to make their way to the ring and ask Roberto to come on down. The guards enter the ring, AuZZtin turns one of the guards around, flips him off a stunner, the other guard tries to get AuZZtin but is met by a super kick by Roberto.

Schneider angered tells more guards to get them, bam one stunner another super kick, more guards this time it’s around 6 or so of Bogotá’s finest, tasers are out and Roberto puts his hands up and is getting cuffed -- The same with AuZZtin.

They’re both exiting the ring when all of the sudden, The Miz comes out and nails a handcuffed AuZZtin.

We need to take a break - we’ll be right back folks. 

 We are back.

Backstage we see Roberto being put in a police car and AuZZtin into another.

John Schneider comes to the cars and says “big tough guys huh? Big tough guys.” He goes to the window where Roberto is and says “I hate your stinking guts and you have no idea how much joy this is to me right now seeing you where you deserve to be, you and your partner over there better start following orders around here or I swear I will make both of your lives miserable” 

He then tells the Bogota cop to take this bum out of here, the car drives off as Gibson laughs hysterically in the back. .

Schneider then goes to the car AuZZtin is in, “now as for you, I’ll get you out of the car but you lay one finger on me and you will join your bum partner.” 

He tells the cop to get him out, AuZZtin tells Schneider as he is being handcuffed “tell your boy Miz one way or another I’m going to get his ass tonight.”

Schneider says “You need to worry about @BrayWya29193609 because it is now a no disqualification match and Foot Von Erich is going to be the special ring announcer.” 

We’ll be right back. 

Welcome back to CBWA  Super Estrella, let’s go down to the ring. 

UNDERFAKER vs BOGOTA BRAWLER

We go to the ring lights go out and it’s @UnderfakerBL.

His opponent, The Bogota Brawler looks terrified. 

The bell rings and Underfaker starts to walk slowly to his opponent, uppercut thrust to the throat, whips his opponent into the ropes, flying closeline, picks his opponent up and scoops him up for the tombstone piledriver, this one is over 1, 2, 3.

The Underfaker gets on one knee and holds his arm up towards the entrance.

There’s smoke -- and here comes a long black hearse. 

The hearse pulls right up to the ring and out comes Bogota Blake from Ox Rent-A-Car.

@BogotaBlake holds up and urn and summons the Underfaker.

The Underfaker leaves the ring and crawls into the back of the Hearse. Bogota Blake backs up and almost takes out a section of the crowd but is able to regain control of the wheel. 

We’ll be right back. 

  We’re back and we see a sit down interview set up with Kenny Resnick and he’s joined by @FrankConverseMO and his alleged son @BoltsyAmsterdam.

Welcome back to Super Estrella, I would like to wish everyone a very Merry Christmas.

“I’m here with the former CBWA World Heavyweight Champion @FrankConverseMO and a former champion and Hall of Famer himself @BoltsyAmsterdam.

Frank you asked me to get this together because you have something to say and wanted to be sure your alleged son @BoltsyAmsterdam was here, now that he is the floor is yours.

Frank says “thank you Kenny and a Merry Christmas to you and your herpies.

I wanted this gathering here today because I have something to say, you know the last 6 months of my life have been up and down, a lot of ups, I got in the best shape of my life, I won the CBWA World Heavyweight title from a Hall of Famer. I was featured in Action Hollywood movies, but there were also a lot of downs.

My bestfriend Claude Akins Gibson has been busy campaigning to become the next Mayor of Bogota and that meant that I was constantly alone. 

I spent all my money -- I blew it on booze and drugs. I pawned a brand new CBWA World Heavyweight title belt Mr. Schneider made for me, but the lowest I was is when my son, my flesh and bone @BoltsyAmsterdam refuses to talk to me because of the shame he has for me.”

Boltsy cuts him off, “what are you talking about son? Boltsy gets up to leave, “for the last time you idiot, I’am not your damn son!!!!! I hate your guts because of the human being you are. You’re a bum, but one thing you are not is my father.”

Kenny steps in and says, “Boltsy, now Frank is admitting a lot of stuff here tonight but why would you say he is not your father?” 

Boltsy screams, “because he’s not!!! I know who my father is. 

Frank says, “it’s ok Kenny, the one thing I want everybody to know out there and especially my son” -- Boltsy yells again, “I’m not your....” 

Kenny cuts him off, “let him talk.” 

Frank says, “I just want everybody to know that you are looking at a new Frank Converse. I will no longer rely on drugs and alcohol but only rely on love from my son.” Boltsy whispers “you gotta be F’n kidding me.” 

Frank continues “2020 was a great year for me but also a terrible year for me but 2021 will be the best year yet.” 

Kenny jumps in and says, “Wow Frank, I’m very impressed with you and coming out with all your issues and recognizing it and having your alledgedson here to hear this is the topping on the cake.

Frank and I wish you nothing but the best, Boltsy do you have anything to say?” 

Boltsy obviously irritated at this point says, “are you guys high right now?” 

Frank says, “no son that’s the old me.” 

Kenny says, “Boltsy I don’t understand --  I thought you would be thrilled to hear that your alleged dad is getting his life together and back on track for you.” 

Boltsy says, “I don’t even know what to say at this point, this man is not my father, I grew up in Pittsburgh - he was in LA and we don’t look alike.” 

Kenny cuts in, “I’ll have to disagree with that one.” 

Boltsy gives Kenny a stare of death, “shut your face, look Frank if you’re going to change your life around and go down the straight and narrow then good for you, I hope you really do it, because you have burned a lot of bridges and I hope you can mend them.” 

Frank says “Thank you son that means a lot, would you like to go play catch?” 

Boltsy gets up and leaves….

Kenny then says, “well there you go a father and son’s relationship, I believe has been mended. Good luck Frank and we’ll be right back after these messages.”

We are back.

We’re inside Mr. Schneider’s office where it looks like The BS Service is having a Christmas party.

The Miz comes in and starts gloating that he whooped the so called, toughest S.O.G (son of a gator) AuZZtin’s ass and he’s about to do the same thing later tonight when he faces Greg Gagne. 

Bolin interrupts and says, “Gentlemen let’s raise our champagne glass and toast the man that brought all of this to us and in the future the leader that will lead us all into dominance, Mr. John Schneider.” 

They all toast.

Back in the ring -- 

The Masked Assassin vs The CBWA Intercontinental Champion Hot Stuff Eddie Gilbert 

The bell rings and he locks up with the Masked Assassin and whips him into the ropes. Gilbert  delivers a beautiful drop kick followed by the Hot Stuff piledriver, 1, 2, 3. Easy work for the IC champion. 

 WINNER: @HotstuffINT007

Gilbert is at the interview table with Kenny Resnick. Please welcome the man with the longest winning streak in CBWA history, Hall of Famer and the new CBWA The Intercontinental Champion -- Eddie Gilbert. 

Eddie says, “Thank you very much Kenny. It’s great to be back in Bogota. It’s great to be a champion again. I fought hard to win this belt again, I went through some of the very best that The CBWA can offer and I can promise you I will be a fighting champion, as I’ve always been.”

At that moment, Hollywood Foot Von Erich walks out, “you know baby you say you went through the best but never faced the best because you are looking at the best baby” and points at the belt and walks off. Eddie laughs and Kenny throws it to break.

We are back and we are outside of the Bogota Mayor’s mansion.

Kenny Resnick is at the front door and @BigBubbaBogo answers. 

Bubba tells Kenny to beat it. “The Mayor does not want to talk to anybody.” 

Kenny said “well he asked me to be here for an exclusive.” 

Bubba says, “well maybe you should check your emails because his assistant has rescheduled it for next week, now beat it before I have the hounds released on you.” 

Kenny tells the camera man we better leave. 

THE SOUTH AMERICAN CHAMPION MIZ vs GREG GAGNE

We are back in the ring and here comes Greg Gagne. All the little boys and girls are super excited to see Greg.

Gagne is feeling the Christmas spirit as he is gives each kid an exclusive Greg Ganja action figure which you can also pick up on the CBWA online shop! 

Next, here come the CBWA South American Champion The Miz.

Miz takes one of the action figures that Ganja gave to one of the kids and breaks. 

The Miz starts mocking the kid, and throws the pieces into the crowd. 

This match is NOT for The CBWA South American Championship, which you can also purchase your replica South American Title belt at http://CBWAshop.com.

The bell rings and Miz starts mocking Ganja with the crybaby face but wait -- wait -- it’s AuZZtin.

He is behind The Miz and Miz has no idea, Ganja sees AuZZtin and tells The Miz to look behind.

The Miz all of sudden knows what’s coming, he turns around and AuZZtin flips him the bird and starts whooping on The Miz. He goes for the stunner but Miz escapes and runs away.

Ganja extends his hand at AuZZtin and receives a stunner.

All of a sudden, Bray Wyatt’s music comes on and here comes @BrayWya29193609 with @FootVonErich.

The fans are letting them have it. 

It’s Bray vs AuZZtin right after these messages.

We are back and it’s main event time.

BRAY vs AUZZTIN

Foot grabs the microphone and starts announcing Bray Wyatt but is cut off by a vicious closeline by AuZZtin and here we go. AuZZtin stares down Bray but Bray is trying to play peek a boo with AuZZtin.

AuZZtin says ok and plays peek a boo back with a middle finger and starts whooping Bray in the corner, stomping a mud hole and walking it dry.

He grabs Bray by his dreadlocks and is about to set him up for a stunner but The Miz comes out and delivers a low blow.

Referee Nick Patrick calls for the bell and Foot Von Erich comes in its 3 on 1.

Mr. Schneider then comes out with the rest of the BS Services. 

The Prototype, Bob Lashley, Rico and Renee Dupree. 

John grabs the mic and says, “You see what happens when you don’t fall in line? Let this be a lesson to anyone in the back to not cross the boss.”

All of a sudden, Santa Clause music hits and it’s jolly old Saint Nick himself.

He’s giving all the boys and girls toys and candy, and he stops off at the Gibson Rat’s section and hands out sexy lingerie.

Mr. Schneider addresses Santa, “Hey Fat man, this is my arena who the hell do you think you are? Boys get him.” 

The BS Service starts making there way to Santa Clause and all of a sudden  -- 

Goldberg’s music hits --  It’s the CBWA World  Champion

Goldberg hits the ring and he spears The Miz!

He spears Foot Von Erich and he spears Bray.

Schneider is looking scared the rest of the BS Service tries to stop Goldberg but is met with a spear.

Goldberg grabs Bob Lashley and picks him up for a jackhammer and down goes Lashley.

My god what strength.

Schneider cant believe what he is seeing. 

He is now face to face with Santa Clause.

Santa takes his beard off and it’s @TheEyeOfGibson

He tries to swing at Santa Gibson but Santa ducks and nails him with a super kick. 

OMG Schneider is out cold.

As the camera pulls back from the ring, we see Santa Gibson, AuZZtin and Goldberg celebrating with some cold ones.

WAIT -- The Miz is back in the ring and --  AuZZtin STUNS HIM!  

From all of us at the CBWA -- We wish all of you all a Merry Christmas!

Next week it will be the CBWA Super Estrella New Years Revolution

Plus find out more about The Great Bogota Bash coming in January 2021.

We’ll see you next week folks, Merry Christmas from Bogota. 

[forgivenpunishment]

Wolfwood has donned many masks over the span of his tumultuous career, spanning from young and stupid to a notorious flirt haunting the bars to a business professional, striking up a deal with another. All the façades had one intent: Get close to the target. Kill the target.

This time it's a little different. He's not the one killing. The little lady is on a war path, and who is he to stop her? He'd just be a hypocrite if he tried.

Still—something about her dirtying her hands with blood—even if it's justified—settles wrong in his stomach. Maybe it's because of Vash, maybe it's because of Roberto's memory, but once you walk the path of a killer, you can't turn back. He won't stop her, and he doesn't mind helping her, but what she does is ultimately her decision to make—if she can't follow through, that's not his problem (until they're being chased or arrested—then it's his problem).

He's an expert at taking on roles, and this is no different. It's easy to fall into old habits—trained endlessly, ruefully into him.

"May I ask what your name is, dear? I seem to have forgotten. I can't seem to remember mine either."

Ugh, he hates the proper type—hates putting on this fake-ass voice.

Wife. Seven years. Gotta act the part—hopelessly in love, Wife Guy.

Well, this definitely won't have any lasting effects on his brain. He already has weird feelings about Meryl that he can't explain, now he's going to have weird feelings about Mrs. Smith as well.

Mr. Smith runs his hands up the curve of her body before he reaches the zipper and pulls—the form-fitting gown seals perfectly over her body, highlighting the curves and valleys of her figure. He swallows. For wanting to stay under the radar, she sure is doing a damn fine job at being as eye-catching as possible.

"If I'm bein' too touchy-feely for your taste, let me know. Let's say, uh, grab my hand and use your ring finger to trace a cross on my palm? You say I'm a wife-guy, I'm gonna fill the role best I can," he takes the list of names in hand and scans them until he reaches 'Smith.' Surprisingly, they are the only two Smiths. He fiddles with the gold band around his ring finger. That'll definitely be a distraction he'll have to avoid—being married for seven years means wearing a ring for seven years. Plenty enough time to get used to the feeling of it on his finger.

"Well that's handy, his name's Nicholas. Easy," he nods slowly, then looks at his wife's name, "Mary, eh? Close enough."

@forgivenpunishment

She'd been right. Down to the exact last detail, all that hard work of stakeouts and following trails, sometimes just going forward based on rumours even if it'd not been enough—it all paid off.

Three times the location had been changed to host this soirée—some sort of benefit for all the big names of the big towns where the mayors and the sheriffs got together, wore their Sunday best, and patted each other on the back for a job well done and another year gone by without too much trouble.

She'd convinced one of the planners to slip her a copy of the attendance list, apparently for all their talk of keeping the peace and everything more or less maintained by their applied status quo, there was still an inkling of fear about certain gangs making an unwelcome appearance.

Hence why the location had been changed three times.

There had not been time to go over the entire list, despite wanting to; Meryl knew that more than half of these people were dirty in some way or the other; trafficking of people, firearms and drugs were just the tip of the iceberg, though that was already bad enough.

No, for Meryl, she was looking through the list for one name in particular.

Bernardelli.

There were supposed to be more in attendance, but those who couldn't make it were unable to do so or were tied up with something else. Regardless, she knew that if tonight went well enough, she'd continue to pick them off, one by one.

This Bernardelli was high up and Meryl considered this a golden opportunity to start with a bang.

It'd send a message, of course, but she also didn't want them to be on too high alert if she was just getting started. So far, her mark had not been able to hit whenever she targeted them. Somehow, something always got in the way, yet she never could figure out what it was. Tonight, however, left her with a good feeling that this would be a success.

She hands the copy of the list to Wolfwood, pointing to the names of the couple they'll be posing as tonight. Mr. and Mrs. Smith. Not the most imaginative names, but plain and...unsuspecting. As far as she knows, only a few have actually seen them and they seem to be added to this party because of their connections, so she's counting on not running into those who know the real Mr. and Mrs. Smith.

"We run a general store that's become very lucrative over the past few years and we're the backbone of our town."

She's throwing herself into this because it means keeping her mind occupied. It means she doesn't dwell on things that will often wake her up, screaming in the middle of the night.

It means she doesn't dwell too long, or too much, on JuLai.

"We've been married for seven years, and still going strong. Zip."

She turns, her back facing him, as she waits for her dress to be zipped up.

"And we've never been happier." Her voice trembles on this last part. It takes effort to say it, even more so to believe it, even if this is all pretend. A façade for her own means to get back at those who started her on this path.

[leandraderaven]

As much as i hate it, based on the stills and gifs we’ve gotten, it looks like the kiss is mutual, then bughead makeup from their fight, jughead kisses her then leaves, then her ass goes and puts her hand to the window looking at archie (And then they sing a song and recreate the dance from the pilot?) . I have no doubt the writers will have some asspull that ends barchie in 4.18 and proves jughead is the one for her, but yes, as of now, shes a jerk as of 4x17

i am sorry to tell you this. but you had one leaked barchie shipper review to confirm that your theory is valid. a shipper who clearly puts more into things as they really are... taking other reviews of him to comparism. so as long as i won’t see it i won’t judge. you shouldn’t too... we all shouldn’t. 

also again i think this leak was intentional 

secondly roberto is a troll and likes attention and money... bughead  = money

[pennedbyzazz]

🖊🖊🖊

Send me a “🖊+an OC“ and I will talk about that OC! It can be a headcanon, a fun fact, a small paragraph of backstory- anything!

Alternatively, send in just a “🖊“ and I will talk about any one of my OCs at random!

//ASKHDKJLDHSA bless you Paint.............. I think I’ll start off with

-Jade

//I just??? KASJDKASL??? LOVE THEM??? Honestly I miss writing them so much I gotta think of a way to bring them and Haldor into the server KL;JDSKAS

//I feel like they aren’t quite as developed as I’d like them to be, but I think I’m at the point where more development and getting a feel for them as a character will come from writing them, like I said

//I really dig Jade’s aesthetic?? Like especially the sci-fi and airy sort of part of it? God yeah I really wanna do more with them, I just think they’re such an interesting character already. Like, they can fly planes, they’re literally studying to earn a PhD in Aerospace Sciences??? They’ve invented some really cool shit on the side too!

//Their sense of humor is also great imo. It’s not quite sarcastic like Jordan, theirs is moreso a dry sense of humor, they’re great at delivering things with a deadpan expression

//Also honestly they’re just such a good friend??? They’re not the physically affectionate type, but they’re incredibly supportive and will help talk you through something.That’s definitely how Haldor feels, which leads to my next Lad--

-Haldor

//Him Bastard but............. him Good Bastard KL;AJDS;KLSDA

//I’ve said before, but there’s a reason why him and Lance would get along real well. The guy is VERY boastful, he honestly gives an air of confidence. Not always in the prideful ass sort of way, often it’s more so energizing, something that can boost others

//Unfortunately, part of it is a facade. He didn’t grow up in a very supportive environment, so he’s grown to overcompensate with his confidence and pride. It’s not all just a front, of course, and he wouldn’t say he hates himself. More than anything, he just doesn’t ever want people (at least people he doesn’t trust) to see him vulnerable or insecure

//Insecurities aside, that won’t stop him from being good-natured! He’s also hella brave, though it sometimes edges on the side of recklessness KL;JASDKLAS

//Just like Jade, he’s incredible with flying! He’s not so much of an inventor, but he’s definitely more of a repairman type of guy. He balances Jade well, I’d say! Jade’s the thinker and planner, the left-brain kind of person, while Haldor is a people’s person, and despite his boastful self, there’s something about him that just gets people energized!

-Roberto

//I do wish Roberto was more fleshed out as well, but

//He’s just so wholesome??? And down-to-earth?? He’s the kinda guy that you wanna sit down to have a warm drink with while he becomes your pseudo-counselor. He’s very in-tune to people, he shows everyone respect and sweetness with a smile. Of course, people he thinks are deserving of it he don’t fuck wit bigots ljk;KL;ASDJKLSA

//At times, he can feel a little torn between himself. He has hippie-like ideals, but also dresses punk and holds some of their ideals as well, and worries that the two don’t mix well. Sometimes he can wear himself out with the load of everyone’s problems, and he’ll flip back between being feeling like he’s too hippie and pacifistic or too punk and aggressive

//Still even with his worries, his calm and peaceful demeanor is true-blue. Something he had to teach himself and sometimes maintain, but he always means the best for people! He’s quiet, and not particularly social, but his plants along with his friends are great and comfortable company for him!