#Justin Bieber Writings

[cierraonline]

Missing the podcast real baddddd

EP 1 - No Mean Girl References! Does Billie Like Her Gf's Family? Kimora Has Short Term Memory! You Are The Asshole!

Chapter one : podcast episode #1

Warning: none

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"Hey you!" Kimora points to the camera, "Were you bored scrolling on TikTok, ended up on YouTube, and realized you have a 'TikTok bird ass brain' that can’t focus on one thing for more than ten seconds? Did you see this thumbnail and think, 'Oh, there’s that Kardashian girl; let’s stare at her face for ten minutes and theorize what plastic surgery she's had'? If so, you’ve come to the right place." Kimora stands straight, looking at the camera with a smile, giving her best five-star hospitality attitude. "Hi, I’m Kimora West, daughter of Kim Kardashian and Kanye West—but you may know them as ‘Culture Vulture Gold Digger’ and ‘That once-good producer before he went... you know, crazy.' I now have a podcast with my girlfriend of four years, Billie Eilish." Billie slides into view and does jazz hands.

"Hi, I’m Billie Eilish, singer, songwriter, and more importantly, her girlfriend," the now-brunette says her short n' sweet line.

"We hope you guys enjoy," Kimora smiles, tilting her head to the side. "Or don’t—we still get paid either way, thanks to YouTube."

XXX

"Sup,kisses and hugs! It’s Kimora, and today is Wednesday, so of course, we’re wearing pink," Kimora says, showing off her baby pink tee and hot pink textured sweatpants. "And over there we have Janis..." The camera slowly slides to the right, revealing Billie in an oversized black shirt and oversized jean jorts.

"Billie," Billie smiles, then turns to her girlfriend. "I thought we agreed on no 'Mean Girls' references."

"Asking me not to make 'Mean Girls' references is like asking me not to be me," Kimora states, before looking back at the camera. "First on the list, a fan question for Billie. Billie, your fan, billiecanslutmeout, wants to know: ‘Do you like the Kardashian family outside of Kimora?'"

"Skip," Billie shakes her head, not wanting to answer because she feels it’s confrontational and doesn’t want to risk upsetting her partner or attracting hate from the 'Kar-Jenner' fanbase.

"Nope," Kimora emphasizes the last syllable. "Answer."

"We’ve talked about this before," Billie begins, but Kimora cuts her off, giving a direct answer.

"She doesn’t like them and is currently in her head trying to find a way to sugarcoat it."

"I didn’t say that," Billie throws her head back, laughing.

"You literally made a song about it—'Overheated,'" Kimora squints her eyes.

"I... I love you and every luxury pink baggage that comes with you. I have love for your family because you’re a product of them. And you are my favorite person in the whole world," Billie says sincerely. "But as someone who promotes body positivity, I don’t support the negative body-image messaging that is part of your family's brand, and there's the constant need for relevancy and exposure, which I’ve developed my own opinions on from behind-the-scenes stories you’ve told me about filming for the TV show."

"Smart answer," Kimora nods. "Now, what about my dad?"

"I honestly think your dad hates me," Billie shakes her head.

"He doesn’t hate you," Kimora insists, knowing deep down that her father actually appreciates Billie’s positive influence on her.

"He literally posted on Instagram that if I didn’t apologize to Travis Scott, he’d cancel his Coachella performance, which led his fans to flood my accounts with hate. I never even mentioned Travis—I was just helping a fan at my concert!" Billie exclaims, eyes wide.

"Yeah, he did do that," Kimora nods awkwardly, acknowledging that her father had actually done it without provocation, putting both girls in a difficult position. For Billie, it was a choice between saying what she truly felt and risking being bullied off the internet by his fans—or staying silent to avoid hurting Kimora. For Kimora, it was about deciding who would get hurt: Billie or her father. "Sorry."

"It was hurtful, but I think you handled it well, especially since it happened in our first year of really being together," Billie reassured her. "Like, as soon as you found out what was going on, you called me while you were driving over with my favorite food to make sure I was okay and could sleep that night."

"I just didn’t want you to feel like…like you and your mental health weren’t a priority for me," Kimora struggled with her words, trying to explain her motivations. "Because I know how my dad can get, and at the time, he’d been spiraling for a few days already. So for me, you were the top priority on my list. I didn’t want to just do nothing and make it seem like his actions were acceptable—because they weren't. I-I-I guess what I’m trying to say is that I wanted you to know I’d be there for you, even if it meant going against my family."

"Yeah," Billie smiled at her with ocean-clear blue eyes meeting warm chocolate brown, speckled with caramel, filled with love and adoration. "Even though we didn’t say it out loud at that time, that was one of those moments when I knew I was in love with you. You stayed with me that whole week, making sure I was okay and taken care of…and even called your dad to apologize to me and ask him to take down the post."

“Aww, you loved me only three weeks in?” Kimora gushed, leaning forward to offer a kiss. Billie smiled and leaned in as well, their breaths mingling in the close space between them. Gently, Billie lifted her left hand, tucking a stray strand of hair behind Kimora’s ear before tracing her fingers softly along Kimora’s cheek, savoring the velvet-like feel of her skin. With a delicate motion, she moved her fingers from cheek to chin, then closed the distance and softly pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s.

“I love you,” Billie whispered, her eyes still closed, their faces barely a centimeter apart.

“I love you, too,” Kimora replied with a smile, then leaned in for one more tender kiss.

"Do you remember how we met?" Billie asks after the ad, now reclined on the couch with Kimora laying across her, leg draped over her waist.

"We met through a reference from Justin, because he would always say we absolutely had to meet. Hailey was like, 'You two would be perfect for each other if you were to date, because you're opposites with a cohesive middle ground,'" Kimora recalls, remembering her conversation with the Biebers. They were very persistent about wanting the two young, popular stars to either befriend each other—or, in some cases, get married immediately.

"So when did we officially meet?" Billie smiles, playing with Kimora's curls.

"In the Met Gala bathroom," Kimora answers with a smile. "I was coming out of the stall, and you were staring at yourself deeply in the mirror. I told you, 'You don’t have to worry about your appearance anymore. By now, everyone is probably drunk off their rockers because the food sucks, so you could be butt naked and no one would even notice.'"

"I’m surprised you remember that," Billie kisses her forehead. "You’re terrible at remembering things."

"No, I’m not," Kimora pouts, playfully slapping Billie’s thigh.

"You literally forgot we were filming today and almost went to work, even though you scheduled the day off," Billie laughs.

"I have a good memory," Kimora insists. "I’m just busy with the new Skims launch, aka Skims by Kimora." Kimora sits up, looking directly at the camera. "Get your favorite new set for 40% off with code 'GirlsInPink,' no purchase minimum."

"During lockdown, we got hooked on Reddit’s 'Am I the Asshole' stories," Billie smiles, back in their original positions on the burnt orange velvet couch.

"I don’t have blood pressure issues, but these stories drive me nuts. Like, why even ask if you're the asshole when it’s so obvious?" Kimora frowns. "For our first Reddit submission, please welcome Georgina!" Billie holds up a pink square remote, and clapping noises fill the room.

"Heyyy!" Kimora pouts at the remote in Billie’s hand. "I was supposed to be Sam in this podcast."

"Well, now you’re Carly," Billie teases, sticking out her tongue.

"No fair," Kimora crosses her arms, playfully sulking.

"You’re acting like a baby," Billie rolls her eyes with a grin.

"Ok, and?" Kimora glared. "If anything, I'm a cute baby..." She turned her head away from her girlfriend and looked to the right, making eye contact with her best friend, Georgina Miller.

"Alright, first Reddit submission is...‘I am a mother of five, 3 bio-Brooke 22, Will 18 and Iris 16 and 2 bonus sons-Sam 26 and Jack 23. All of my kids are currently living at home with me and my husband for various reasons. Sam's girlfriend Tori 21 and Will's girlfriend Mary 18 also lives with us full time, and Jack GF stays over a lot.

We have a pretty good relationship with all the kids, we don't charge them rent but everyone contribute to the household. We have a couple basic rules-input on utilities, maintain the common areas, etc but one of the rules is no babies, we don't expect our kids to celibate. But we do expect them to be careful.

On Friday, I found a receipt and saw someone brought a pregnancy test. I immediately took a picture of the receipt and put in the family group chat, I figured the culprit would out themselves. No one confessed, so I said that all girls that live in or visited are taking a pregnancy test because I suspect someone is pregnant. They pretty much lost their minds and told me no and messaged that I was being weird and invasive.

That is when I got upset and said that if anyone refused a test, they would have to move out. Everyone freaked out and told me that I'm being emotional and crazy. They decide no one would take a test. I think they assume I will not kick everyone out, but I will because I feel like I'm being gaslit. My youngest Iris is the only one I don't suspect because she is gay, not openly, but I know. I have 

given everyone the entire weekend to calm down because everyone has been avoiding me and giving me the cold shoulder. I have tried to discuss the situation repeatedly but I have been ignored in person and over phone.

At this point, I am ready to evict everyone because someone is blatantly lying and all of the others are backing a lie while living stress free in my house. My husband thinks I should let it go for now because the test might have been negative and if someone is pregnant we will know soon. But I feel it a larger issue now of my kids disrespecting me by lying to me. Am I being the asshole?”

“Yes,” Billie answered right when Georgina was done with reading the submission. 

“You’re not an asshole… but you are,” Kimora answers. “I can see the problem from both points of view.”

“Same, but I think what makes her an asshole is how she’s handling the situation now that she didn’t get the answers she wanted,” Billie explains why she thinks the writer is indeed an asshole.

“Yeah,” Kimora agrees. “Like, I get it, you’re upset because your boundaries were stepped on, and that’s unfair to you. But at the same time, you can’t force someone to take a pregnancy test just because you want answers right now.”

“Exactly. Even though it was negative, that person probably needed time to think and process the results. They could’ve been reevaluating what to do better to prevent another scare,” Billie adds.

“Oh my God!” A thought hits Kimora's brain full force. “I have another day off—remind me to register to vote.”

“Baby,” Billie looks at her with concern. “You registered last week at the same time as me when my mom was doing hers and asked if we wanted to come do ours.”

“Ohhh.”

“We’re gonna work on your memory, don’t worry,” Billie rubs Kimora’s thigh with sincerity.

“Anyways,” Kimora brushes off the awkward moment. “At the end of the day, you own the house, and if you feel gaslit and your boundaries were crossed, then kick them out, I guess. Just be prepared for the consequences that come with that action. Because at the end of the day… you literally said you don’t care if your kids are having sex, as long as they’re protected. And the pregnancy test was negative. I just feel like you can be protected and still have scares. I mean, Billie and I use a fake penis, and we still get scares. It comes with the territory.”

“They didn’t need to know that!” Billie looks at Kimora with wide eyes, shocked by her girlfriend’s impulsive thoughts.

“They were probably already thinking it,” Kimora shrugs. “You’ve literally done an interview talking about masturbation. Me saying we use a dildo isn’t anything new or shocking.”

“Just end the video,” Billie covers her face with her hands in embarrassment. “Now, please.”

“Hi, it’s me again,” Kimora awkwardly waves her hand. “Did your TikTok bird ass brain develop and actually let you stay to watch the whole video? Did you like what you saw or heard… or both, for the privileged? If you nodded your head yes or weirdly answered talking to a screen, then you should subscribe to this channel. We update every Wednesday and Saturday, so don’t worry if you don’t have actual friends to hang out with. Instead, come watch me and my girlfriend, Billie, talk about useless shit, vent, and argue about things we’ve done in the past with a couple of inappropriate touches that you shouldn’t be seeing, but our editor is too blind and lazy to take out. We love you, Lisa,” Kimora shouts out her editor at the end. “Bye!”

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[sandwich-the-cat]

What are your favorite things/takes about fanfiction? (suggestions for a talkshow!!) Please help

my friend and I are starting a talk show on our college radio station about fanfiction.

we, of course, are lovers of fanfiction and fandom culture, but we’ve been having a hard time coming up with topics because…. we have such different tastes!

I grew up on here and scrolling through ff.net before i discovered ao3, i was a childhood superwholock fan and watched a lot of anime. more recently I am a huge fan of star trek and have been reading a lot of k/s. i never read xReaders or things with celebrities. (no hate of course, i just am drawn to transformative works with fictional characters) (mainly wlw mlm and gen)

my co-host on the other hand grew up reading things like Justin bieber gets ariana grande pregnant xreaders. i think she reads more things with celebrities and either het or lesbian ships.

like she was reading draco/hermione and i was reading drarry in middle school. there’s a link there but it is rife with tension.

honestly it’s like being introduced to a whole new world of fandom! but we kinda have no common experiences. but i feel like this combo gives us the ability to cover a lot of ground.

anyway! if you were to have or listen to a talk show about fanfiction what would you want to talk about? we are working on a syllabus so please comment/repost with your suggestions!!!

[delicateinnocentrottenporcelain]

The Sexualization of Male Teen Idols

So, I'm currently making an article on how many male celebrities who were teens when they became famous (like Justin Bieber, Harry Styles, Taylor Lautner, etc.) were extremely sexualized and violated by grown adults and fans at a young age. I want to talk about the effects that kind of exposure took on the men and how (or more so, why) was this behavior seen as acceptable for so long.

Did you know that Taylor Lautner was only 16/17 years old when the first Twilight released in 2008? Do you remember how crazy women were acting around him?

Have you ever seen this video of teenage Justin Bieber being groped by actress Jenny McCarthy? Or listened to the radio interview of a grown woman asking 15 year old JB if she can have the "sex talk" with him?

Recently, this topic has been talked about on platforms like Tiktok and Twitter, but I think its need a bit more spotlight. Male victimhood in the entertainment industry should be speak about more often. Why was it normal to make teenager boys uncomfortable? Why was it percieved as a funny bit and not predatory?

[yellowlaboratory]

omg you’re active! how are you girly? how has life been treating you?

LMAO hello!!! I'm doing okay!!! certain things in my life are going really really well and I'm very grateful for that but it's at odds with the overall existential dread I feel about the state of .... everything else. so. there's that!!!!!!!!!

I've clearly been around a little less (lol) just because of the sheer amount of stuff going on in my life but every once in a while the hyper fixation bug is poking its head out. I haven't sat down and written in a minute and I feel like there's a missing piece of me. here's to hoping that 2025 has a television show waiting for us that is so jaw droppingly good I'm back to bugging your dashboard everyday 🫶🫶🫶

how are you doing???? are we all hanging in there???

[ro-sham-no]

sam has intrusive thoughts. he knows what they are, and he knows that they happen to him. what he doesn't know is if his... less than brotherly thoughts about dean are just of the same ilk, or if they stem from his actual desires.

maybe it's just his brain jolting through potholes of its own making; maybe. or maybe it's his own sickness, his own wanton wanting, because he was born wrong. born twisted, dirty. inundated with sin, forever trying to taint those he loves most.

cw: violent & graphic intrusive thoughts; softcore car-wash p*rn starring dean from teen!sam's perspective (a.k.a. underage sam being gay & horny)

sam winchester experiences intrusive thoughts. he knows this. they spring unbidden into his mind, always with such startling clarity,

i should stab this toothbrush through the back of my throat. maybe i'll suffocate; drown in my own blood, spit, and vomit

or,

i'll gouge out the flesh on my arms with my nails if i just accidentally scratch them. wet flesh under my nails. trails of skin and tissue being flayed everywhere. quivering muscles underneath on display

or,

we have a pair of pliers in the toolkit in the back. if i just go and get them, i can rip all my teeth out from the root

... and so on. intrusive thoughts: sometimes violent, sometimes just disturbing, but always revolting- or at least, it's supposed to be always. sam knows he should be disgusted, horrified by all of them. and he is, the thoughts often eliciting a physical reaction, like a wince or a shudder, shaking his head, hitting it, pulling his hair. anything to derail his brain for just a second to reset. all of his brain's misfired urges and impulses completely disgust him.

all of them, that is, except one, which has reoccurred unfailingly but in varying forms since about the 9th grade.

it was 1997, and dean got the impala from dad for his 18th birthday. ever the faithful caretaker, he started tuning it up on his own and washing it, even more regular than john ever had. if they were set up in a motel, that meant dean would do maintenance in some empty parking lot and then go to a car wash joint, usually alone, after work at whatever inane local job he'd gotten. but sometimes, when they would squat in rent a house, dean would use the driveway and a good ol' fashioned bucket & sponge to give baby a rubdown on his own, pulling out special polishing wax for her chrome accents and everything.

so, it was 1997, sam was two months into being 14, and it was the middle of summer. they were posing as a happy family somewhere in the American Suburb. it was sweltering, and school had long been let out, so sam was inside reading in the living room. the window-shades were fully open to let in the cozy sunlight while he shamelessly took advantage of the non-faulty air conditioning. dean was outside washing baby after changing her oil, as per usual.

the loud clunk of dean shutting off the house's hose spigot made sam look up, unconsciously observing his brother, who'd donned the one ratty pair of swimming trunks he owned and a once-white, now oil-stained tank top for the occasion. he was drenched- though whether it was sweat or hose water, sam couldn't quite tell. dean fiddled some more with the spigot just next to the window, allowing sam to gaze on unfettered. sam didn't even realize he was doing it, relaxed and unaware as his hindbrain continued to make more and more detailed observations,

like how the angle of dean's jaw was set off just-so in the sun. or the way the firm, rounded definition of his bare shoulders shifted and rippled as he messed with the hose and bucket. or the way his wet tank top clung to his chest and stomach, slipping up just enough on one side to show the pronounced curve of his obliques. or how a wedge of un-tanned skin was revealed on the opposite side of his waist as his threadbare swim trunks were tugged down from the weight of the water they were soaked in. or even, just a small eye-stray further inward, how the same heavily soaked garment sunk in and scrunched up at his hip crease, first, and then swelled back out sharply towards the middle as it clung oh-so-tellingly to dean's-

sam's eyes snapped away quickly (why did he feel guilty?) as dean picked up the bucket by the handle he had finally fixed and turned away to bring it to the car. the younger boy, still unaware of his own mind's machinations, didn't even resist as his eyes and thoughts continued to stray, once again unbeknownst to him.

he must've dropped the bucket of water on himself when the handle popped out of place. maybe he let the spigot run a little longer, too, and let it get him wet and glistening all over, because no way had a singular bucket of water gotten dean that wet. not with the way he was so clearly soaked down his entire backside, causing the back of his tank, too, to cling to his torso.

sam idly noted that dean was starting to spread soapy water over the impala which was facing towards the house, tilted up on the driveway. dean had to bend and stretch himself out over baby's front to sponge at the crease where her windshield met her hood.

see, he must've gotten himself more wet, since his swimming trunks, again, were struggling to stay up. they worked in tandem with his clinging tank top which had continued to ride up, revealing dean's back dimples. two innocuous indentations of flesh, sitting atop his waistband and pointing downward to the once again un-tanned skin sloping across the sinful curve of dean's... assets. the beginning hints of his firm curves were just barely peeking out to join his back dimples, showing the delta of skin that led down into a dark crevice, so cruelly hidden from view by the swim trunks, still unfortunately hanging on for all they were worth.

even sam's subconscious hesitated at this, beginning to wake up the boy in question to his own internal monologue, but he still wasn't fully cognizant.

he gazed on as dean squeezed out the last bit of soapy water from the sponge, turning to grab the empty bucket as well and trek back up to the water spigot to rinse them out. as he walked up to the house with his hands full, he wiped his face against the inside of his arm, possibly to scratch an itch or wipe away sweat- sam didn't have the bandwidth to decide which it was as his brain fired up once again.

dean's lips dragged against the inside of his arm, catching with friction and then releasing so elegantly. can lips be considered elegant? maybe not. maybe dean's lips were just... red, and plump, and crested, ever-so-perfectly. they looked warm, heated by the sun and the scrape of dean's teeth as he periodically bit them raw.

sam's thoughts started to organize themselves,

it should be me making dean's lips warm, instead. only i should have the right.

i should be the one biting dean's lips raw; biting them until they bleed, all for me.

it should be me clinging wetly to dean's torso, riding up on his back.

i should be the one holding onto dean's waist, letting gravity incessantly tug my hands lower and lower until i dig into his back dimples.

it should be me who drags even lower still, until i clutch my fingertips where the sun isn't privileged enough to touch- where no one should be privileged enough to touch. no one except me.

i should be the one grasping his innermost vulnerability in my hands. i'll treat it better than anyone else could.

it should be me. i should be the one.

sam's hindbrain finally catapulted into complete awareness,

it should be me, kissing dean. i should be the one kissing him, holding- loving- fu-

sam's eyes widen and he flinches away from the window as the thought fully registers, stumbling off of the couch and back towards his room that he shared with dean on shaking legs, a previously unnoticed throbbing between them taking a sudden precedence in the priority of his blood flow.

it's fine.

just another weirdly desirable, actually alluring intrusive thought.

it's fine.

[disfrutalakia]

The urge that teenagers have of writing their favorite boy band as dangerous criminals is kinda awesome and really funny

[rub1shhh]

Things I wish I could draw eddsworld highschool gang in 😭😭 i suck at poses and everything xD

If only I had true talent XD

Ignore Justin Bieber, I'll probably do that XD

I ran out of ideas to draw if anyone has any XD

[82letters]

04/07/24

00:12

I still feel crazy

When I mention your name

It’s still ingrained in me

All your little games

All those years of sitting right at your feet, I was singing along only to your beat

All you did went so deep

I still feel so crazy

I can’t say what we had without feeling bad

I can’t compare it to what the others go through

Do I dare call it love? Will you call my bluff?

Did I make it up? Did I make it up?

I still have the messages, still have the songs, still have all the old call logs

Still remember the words you whispered in my ear… right? I’m sure that you were here?

And the sound of your voice when you were under the weather, still recall falling light as a feather

And I still remember all the admiration, all of the frustration, unanswered invitations and pathetic desperation

Can I just get some validation?

All you did went so deep

That I still feel so crazy

I can’t say what we had without feeling real bad

I can’t compare it to what people go through

Do I dare call it love? Will you just call my bluff?

Did I make it up? Did I make you up?

Did I make this up? Did I make us up?

[leavememorieshere]

Has anyone heard from Bertram?

[cierraonline]

His Legacy, My Legacy

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February 22, 2009

 The 81st Academy Awards  

The night of the 81st Academy Awards, or informally known as The Oscars, is more than just glitz and glamour. It’s a moment that reflects the years of hard work, passion, and dreams of writers, directors, actors, and actresses—all of which are graded in front of the entire world, broadcast live on television. The air is thick with anticipation as the crowd sits, waiting for their name or movie title to be called. They stand ready to walk onto that stage, dressed in wardrobes worth thousands—or even millions of dollars—but paid for by the power of their name. Then comes the moment they hold that heavy trophy in their hands, ready to give a speech, expressing their joy, gratitude, and how they couldn’t have done it without the people who supported them. They tell the audience at home to never give up on their dreams, a reminder of the belief and perseverance that got them there in the first place.

But for Starfire Ledger, the night of the 81st Academy Awards represented something far different. In her eyes, it was the last time her father, Heath Ledger's name, would ever be spoken. After that, his legacy, his work, would fade into memory, forgotten by the world. At just five years old, she felt the crushing weight of being truly alone, with no family left to call her own. Starfire had lost her mother at birth, only cradled in her arms for a fleeting ten seconds, and now her father was gone too—taken by his own hand, leaving her to watch him deteriorate in front of her, his descent tied to a single, unforgettable role. 

There was an opportunity for Starfire to find solace in the arms of those who loved her—her father’s girlfriend, Michelle Williams, and her little sister, Matilda. But that chance was blocked by her grandparents, who deemed Michelle unfit to be part of their precious grandchild's life. Yet, their rejection didn’t mean they wanted to take Starfire back to Australia with them. Instead, it was decided by the maternal force of the Ledger family that Starfire would remain in America with her father’s manager, Brian O'Conner. This decision devastated the young girl, who longed to stay with the only maternal figure she had ever known, even if their time together had been all too brief.

“In a year of striking film images, perhaps the most unforgettable was that of a man with his face smeared in clown makeup, lethally sticking his head out of a speeding car, relishing the night wind and reveling in the chaos he had unleashed on the streets of Gotham City—menacing, mercurial, droll, and diabolical. Heath Ledger, as the Joker in The Dark Knight, kept us all on edge, anxious to see what act of appalling mischief he might commit next. With this preview of performance, as well as with a wide range of other roles to which he put his unique signature, Heath Ledger has left us an original and enduring legacy.” The audience clap their hands in sorrow, but the five year old could feel the piercing of the eyes that automatically turned to her. 

“And the Oscar goes to… Heath Ledger in The Dark Knight,” the room erupts into cheers. “Accepting this award on behalf of Heath Ledger are his father Kim Ledger, his mother Sally Bell, his sister Kate Ledger, and his daughter Starfire Ledger.” The family stands, holding hands, as they revel in their lost one’s victory.

“First of all, I have to say this is ever so humbling, just being amongst such wonderful people in such a wonderful industry,” the patriarch of the family speaks into the microphone, his voice steady as Kate gently hands Starfire the trophy. “As his father, I know him well, but there is one person in this room who knows Heath more than I did and should be giving this speech on his behalf... His daughter.” The older man steps aside, softly guiding his white-haired, tinted brown-skinned granddaughter to the podium.

“H-hi,” Starfire speaks into the microphone, testing the energy before she continues. Some in the crowd glance at each other, unsure of what to expect from a five-year-old speaking. “I’m Starfire Ledger, daughter of Heath Ledger. And I promise I speak well for a five-year-old… and that my hair is naturally this paper-white color.” The crowd laughs, and the tension in the girl begins to loosen. 

“I don’t really have anything to say, but more so a request… A request to not forget who my dad was… and his dedication to film. I’m still here, and I would like to know that in the future my dad’s name will still be present when the discussion is about method acting or even who played the best Joker. I read in ‘Vogue’ that people tend to forget or talk less about a passed one because life moves on. Don’t let his legacy be a thing of the past, because I would like to remember the person that made me one of the greatest when I’m sitting in where you’re at, waiting for my name to be called. Thank you.” 

The five-year-old steps back from the microphone as every person in the audience stands up to applaud, not just for her words, but for her bravery in speaking them.

After the Awards

Starfire fought to stay awake, her body yearning for sleep, but she held tightly onto her grandmother’s hand as the family stood together, receiving the congratulations and sorrowful words of others. It felt almost like a return to the previous year when they stood by her father’s tombstone, Starfire gripping the vase containing his ashes, waiting for her grandparents to say the words that signaled it was time to go home. Home, meaning her father’s house, and her father, who was no longer there.

“Mr. Ledger,” a loose British accent, broke through the murmurs around them. Starfire glanced over to see a man standing before her family’s patriarch. “I’m Christopher Nolan, one of the producers of The Dark Knight,” he said, offering his hand.

“Nice to meet you,” her father replied with a faint smile. “I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“Well, it could be,” Nolan continued, looking directly at Starfire, who was watching them closely, her ears struggling to catch the conversation over the noise of the award show. “During the filming of The Dark Knight, Heath and I were also working on a spin-off... We were both looking for a main lead but didn’t find one before his passing.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, Mr. Nolan,” Sally Bell added, her expression one of quiet sorrow, knowing her son’s work was likely lost to the world after the project was scrapped.

“Will Heath’s last piece of work be scrapped?” Kim, Starfire’s grandfather, asked.

“N-no,” Nolan hesitated. “He finished his main scenes. Anything else that is needed can be covered by a stunt double.” He shook his head. 

“Oh, that’s a relief,” the family sighed in unison, their unspoken gratitude palpable.

“As this might be Heath’s final project, I want to make it memorable,” Nolan said, his voice softening. “With the help of Ms. Starfire…”

“Starfire!?” The adults stared in shock, their eyes widening at Nolan’s words.

Starfire looked up at the man, confused. Mr. Nolan took a small step away from the patriarch and knelt down in front of the young girl.

“Starfire,” he said gently. “How would you like to be a part of the last piece of your father’s legacy?”

The young girl hesitated, glancing over at her grandparents. They looked hesitant too but could see the opportunity that might fill the emptiness Starfire had carried since her father's death—or at least give her a distraction from her grief.

“It’s up to you, Storm,” her grandfather nodded.

“We want you to do whatever will make you happy, Snowy,” her grandmother added, giving her hand a comforting squeeze.

“What’s the movie called?” Starfire finally asked, looking back at Nolan.

“Joker’s Menace,” Nolan revealed. “It’s about Joker’s daughter carrying on her father’s explosive legacy.”

“I’ll do it,” Starfire said with determination. “But I want to keep my hair… and I want to wear all-white eye contacts.”

Christopher Nolan grinned, clearly impressed by her decisiveness. “I’ll send Brian the script tomorrow morning then.” He held out his hand, and the young girl eagerly shook it.

“You’re going to be a movie star, Snowy,” Kate, Starfire’s aunt, said with pride, bending down to her niece’s level. “And mark my words—you’ll be back on this stage one day, accepting your very own Oscar.”

“Really?” Starfire asked, her eyes wide with excitement.

“Yeah! We’re going dress shopping for your customized ball gown!” Kate spun Starfire around, causing her to burst into laughter.

Although they were joking, little did they know, Kate’s prediction would come true two years later. Joker’s Menace, the story about the passing of the Joker and the hidden legacy of his daughter, Menace White, took the world by storm. Menace, a white-haired girl with blank white eyes and a brilliant, scheming mind, sought to avenge her father’s death by targeting the rich who had mocked him—and all under the nose of Bruce Wayne, aka Batman.

Joker’s Menace

The Legacy of Chaos Continues 

Starring Starfire Ledger and Christian Bale

The summer of 2009 saw the release of Joker’s Menace, a cinematic masterpiece that transported audiences back to the emotional depths of The Dark Knight—only amplified tenfold. From the moment the first trailer was unveiled, showcasing Starfire Ledger as Menace White, the excitement was electric. Her raw, organic portrayal of the character, paired with the haunting legacy of her father, Heath Ledger, captivated the world.  

The film drew record-breaking crowds, with lines wrapping around theaters and a palpable energy that hadn’t been seen before. Fans agreed—Joker’s Menace was more than just a film. It was a heartfelt farewell to Heath Ledger and a dazzling introduction to Starfire Ledger as a rising star. 

"It's official: Joker's Menace is the blockbuster of the summer, surpassing The Dark Knight in both ratings and revenue! Get ready—Menace White is here and ready to avenge the Joker." – Fox News  

"People can’t stop talking about Joker’s Menace! The excitement is unreal, with lines stretching around the block. This film is the talk of the town, and it's no surprise that it’s already breaking records!" – E! Entertainment  

"Move over, The Dark Knight! Joker’s Menace has taken over the summer box office, shattering records and leaving audiences breathless!" – MSNBC  

"The buzz around Joker's Menace is at an all-time high. Fans are rushing to theaters, eager to witness the villainous chaos. It’s more than just a film—it’s an event!" – MTV  

"With ratings soaring past The Dark Knight, Joker’s Menace has redefined what it means to be a summer blockbuster. This film isn’t just successful—it’s history in the making!" – Sky News  

February 27, 2011

 The 83rd Academy Awards  

“Ladies and gentlemen, here is the last award for tonight,” Angelina Jolie announced, her voice cutting through the anticipation in the Dolby Theatre.  

“And the Oscar for Best Actress goes to…” Anne Hathaway leaned into the microphone, her smile wide as she glanced at the name. “Starfire Ledger, in Joker’s Menace!”  

The room erupted into a standing ovation. Seven-year-old Starfire Ledger, clad in a shimmering silver ball gown with a delicate bow at the back, looked utterly stunned. For the youngest nominee in history, even being mentioned alongside the industry’s best felt like a dream. Winning was beyond imagination.  

“You did it, Kiddo,” her manager, Brian, whispered as he helped her out of the aisle. The audience watched in awe as Starfire ascended the stage, her white hair glowing under the lights. She hugged Angelina Jolie and Anne Hathaway before stepping up to the podium, her Oscar in hand.  

“Hi,” she began, flashing a beaming smile. “I feel like I’ve been on this stage all night.” The audience laughed warmly, knowing Joker’s Menace had already swept five awards, all of which Christopher Nolan had allowed Starfire to accept on behalf of the team.  

“I want to thank everyone—everyone here and at home—for watching and making history with this film. It became the highest-earning movie of the decade, and I’m so proud to have been part of that journey,” Starfire said.  

“I want to thank Brian for stepping up as a father figure in my life, treating me like one of your own, and making sure I didn’t get lost in the darkness of the role or my grief,” she said, turning to her manager, tears glistening in her eyes.  

“And thank you, Christopher Nolan, for giving me this incredible opportunity. You reminded me that carrying on my father’s legacy also means building my own, in my own way. This award isn’t just for me—it’s for my dad. Thank you.”  

As the audience cheered and applauded, Starfire walked off the stage, her smile wide and her heart full, unknowingly beginning a legacy all her own.

I hope you guys like!!!

[teawithaphd]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love❤

(you have anon turned off, surprise, it's me :p )

frien!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Oh geez, five of my favorite fics 👀👀 alrighty, let’s do this then:

(This’ll be out of order btw cuz I’m very indecisive)

Under the Blood Moon - my wolgraha vampire au fic; we’ve got vampires, hunters, shenanigans, and soon smut!!

A Tale of Two Warriors - my 2 wol au fic and a very big boy that I uhh…..probably need to get back to lol. Lots of plot twists and divergences planned for that one, but for now, enjoy the Crystal Tower arc and one young and spry version of our very favorite red cat boy!

To Save the Queen - stars my beloved Tortilla (T’orr Tia, but I call him the former cause I think it’s funny) and Mikoto during the events of the Save the Queen quests; a smut fic to leave you questioning just what kind of relationship those two have…

A Day in the Life of Eorzea University - a wolgraha university/coffee shop/volleyball au based off of the Eorzea high school manga! This one is just really silly, and there for if you want to have a few giggles (also need to get back to writing this one but not to fret—I shall get there…..eventually 👀)

Kuporella - my wol has a fever dream during the events of SHB and dreams herself in the story of Cinderella! I don’t know what I was on while writing this one, but it’s fun lol. If you ever wanted to see Ardbert as a tiny rat, this is the fic for you!

[kippipies]

A Light That Never Goes Out - Chapter Five

Summary:

Harry steals from the wrong people and finds himself left for dead with a bullet in his skull.

Except he doesn't die.

And now, he has an infamous criminal organization called the Death Eaters hot on his tail, determined to correct that mistake. Even worse, the group is led by a deranged kingpin named Voldemort, who seems to think trying to kill Harry is the best fun he's had in years.

Chapter Summary:

After a daring rescue, Harry and Tom now find themselves stranded in the middle of the ocean. As the strange night comes to a close, Harry discovers a new side to his mysterious acquaintance, and learns the next phase of Voldemort's game.

[abdelhafid001]

[taylor-on-your-dash]

Do you have the timeline for the Justin Bieber collab?

yes, it's on my writing on red timeline. they worked on the song for about a week in late august 2011

[bl00dst41ned]

so nobody wrote sza x justin bieber yet or i have to do everything myself

[fabbyf1]

I've been thinking about your Viva la Miami fic all day. Any chance you're going to write Top Charles again? There's not enough Top Charles content on Ao3 and you're my fav author :(

This made me think of this post...