#Max Maxell

[trevlad-sounds]

Invisible Club 21

10.07.2024

Intro 00:00 HEBA-T15 (Kommissar Keller’s Neo Tokyo Remix)00:57 Armatures-Groundway 09:51 Fallen-Discoloured Rainbows 12:39 Simone Gatto-A Drop In The Ocean 17:57 Uncle Space-Bring a Riddle Or Two 24:51 Lone Bison-Origin Story (Paul Cousins Remix) 32:43 Beefus B-Balls of Funk 36:00 silentwave-FAIRY DANCE 40:02 µ-Ziq-Imperial Crescent 47:42 Mike Dickinson-The Paradigm of Nowhere 51:19 Conny Frischauf-Wunder 55:28 Theiz-the woman I am nothing without 57:51 m a g g i e . w a v-Forest Shades 1:02:02 Karl Marx Stadt-Sie Kriegen Sich 1:08:27 Black Moth Super Rainbow-Seeeds 1:11:41 Max Maxell-Hikikomori’s Theme 1:14:16 Outro 1:18:04

[m4ruk4ts]

they mean a lot to me :ccccc also dramatic shading of the second one below cause hell yeah (they’re at a party. It just doesn’t look like it. Lmao)

[highlifeboat]

I like the idea, that in Maxel au Angel figured Max's gender before he did (or at least before he told them) and started relationship with him before Max came out.

And when he finally did, they were fully supporting and reassuring. But then said something like: I knew all along. I'm actually straight.

I like to think it was a case of, it was well known among the maids that Max was trans, because he had come out to most of them, but they just never told the Dimitrescus because they didn't want him to be killed. (Plus there's a bit of fun in knowing there's a boy living with them now. Like teenagers sneaking around with their boyfriend or something.)

Angel knew the whole time, but it was because 90% of the staff knows. Otherwise they wouldn't have dated him in the first place. They aren't gonna get with someone identifying as a girl just cause they're like "Well I know they're a boy." (Plus the "I knew the whole time" feels slightly yikes. I don't like when people say that.)

BONUS: The girls know Max is trans, because they aren't stupid and they notice when he binds and everything, but don't say anything because they don't want to out him. (Murder him? That's fine. But out him when he doesn't wanna be? What are they? Monsters?)

Alcina is kind of the only one still oblivious to it. She honestly just thinks Angel and Max are a gay couple and never questioned the fact that Angel has said they're straight on several occasions and is now dating a "girl"

[morphouine]

[calciumdeficientt]

What if I asked for more max headcanons.,., *bats eyelashes*

Ohohohohhoh okay can do. Fuck that weird bitch forreal

SIR MAXELL WHITLOCKE IV HCS

Sensitive to light, silver, garlic, holy water and cru- oh no wait. No no no hold on that’s a vampire. My bad. He’s probably just sensitive to light from all the many hours spent trawling the depths of Reddit like some kind of goblin, and maybe has some kind of allergy to silver jewellery. He’ll die if you stake him through the heart but that seems like pretty standard procedure for any living creature. Maybe sprinkle a little bit of holy water on him, or text him a bible verse or something if he’s annoying you and he’ll get out of your hair.

Hunched constantly, unlike Gary its not intentional, he just has bad posture and just a smiiiiidge of scoliosis that never got fixed because he kicked and screamed and bit so much has a kid that his parents, nannies and other caregivers refused to attempt putting the back brace on him. So now he stands at that creepy angle all the time, and probably will for the rest of eternity. The hunch will only get worse as he ages, so when he’s and old man he’ll probably be folded completely in half like a contortionist.

Technically his DAD is the one with the knighthood, he was given it for charity work he did in Africa. Max just uses his title as leverage over the preps. That was actually how he got in, he was asked for a name and as soon as ‘Sir’ left his lips they were rolling out the red carpet for him and preparing a room private room in Harrington House. Likely commandeering one of the other, poorer preps’ rooms. The IV part is real, he was named after his great great grandfather, who had ancestral ties to the East India company but we don’t talk about that… wait what’s that red dot… its moving oh god. No N-

Has a series of lab rats he likes to do tests on. Noting crazily sinister, just little mazes. Although sometimes the mazes are more like labyrinths, equipped with little minotaurs in the form of his pet snake Basil. He likes seeing them work through the puzzles and often doesn’t name them until they’ve succeeded in at least one maze. They have to earn their names, its pointless getting attached to them if they’re completely brainless. Taffy is his oldest and best rat, as well as being his best confidant and just generally the snuggliest.

The phrase ‘say it dont spray it’ was invented the day he got his headgear on by the way. Super cool claim to faim to be honest. He cannot say a single sentence without drooling on himself or others. It’s really incredible how much spittle one boy can produce. Even when he’s just sat there, he produces volumes of saliva that could easily fill an Olympic sized swimming pool, his mouth doesn’t close all the way, so its not really his fault he drools like an old, blind English Bulldog.

Really wants friends and approval. He raised himself from when he was old enough to dress, shower and otherwise exist unattended. Hence why he clings to Gary like a barnacle and much like a barnacle, he’s just as much of a nuisance. Gary gives him praise, approval and guidance, much like his parents were supposed to. So he hangs on his every word and praises him like a god. He has a little shrine in the corner of his rim full of Gary’s stuff. Discarded notebook paper, old yearbook photos, gum. its as creepy as it is wholesome. He just likes to keep the mementos. Very is his first and only humans friend, so its safe to say Max is more than a little obsessed with what he has to say. Because of this sheltered past, it makes Maxwell Gary’s personal errand boy and puppet. He’s more likely to get away with stuff because of the privilege of being rich, and that little weasel knows it.

[jessicalprice]

Max: MAX IS A MODEL TOO

Me: ok, you’ve been learning from Lucy?

Max: MAX IS A MAXEL

Me: ok I’ll get my phone

[444names]

Names generated from Swedish forenames, forced to end with "S"

Adampus Adamus Adrasmilis Adris Agabris Albines Albingris Alfrannes Alfras Aliamuelis Alias Alicolinus Alielines Alincellis Alines Alinus Alisampus Alivis Allis Altoras Altornes Alviampus Alvicolis Alvines Alvis Alvisaras Ameddampus Ameras Aminus Ampus Amuelines Amuelis Andannes Antornes Arvinus Arvis Asmus Augus Augustils Axeliamus Axelines Axels Aximils Aximolinus...

Belis Caras Caris Carvis Casmines Casmus Casperas Castilis Celiamejas Celinus Celisampus Celliviris Cenjas Chalvis Chamils Champus Colines Colinus Colis Coras Coriels Cornes Damilis Damiras Dampus Ebasmus Ebastines Ebbas Ebbasmus Ebbelis Eddiels Edielis Edvillis Edvils Edvinelis Edvines Edvinus Edvis Edwaras Edwarlines Edwarlis Eliamelis Eliamilis Eliampus Eliamus Eliasmus Elicias Elielis Elils Elinelis Elines Elingrejas Elinus Eliselis Eliviasmus Elivis Ellaris Ellarvis Ellexanils Ellias Elliasmus Elliels Ellines Ellinus Ellis Eltelvis Eltenjas Elvias Elvicias Elvigrejas Elvils Elvinelis Elvinornes Elvinus Elvis Emejas Emejasmus Emelis Emels Emilinus Emillis Emils Emines Eminus Eriampus Estils Felis Felivis Fellis Feltels Felviras Fiamus Fiasmus Fildamilis Filines Filinus Filis Filisamus Fillis Fredvis Frejacoras Frejamejas Frejampus Gabels Gredvines Grejas Griampus Grias Griktornes Gustris Halbines Halis Hamelines Hamuels Hamus Handras Hannes Hantornes Harasmus Harvinus Harvis Helias Helivils Helvingris Heodornes Hildandras Hilhelis Hilias Hilis Hilivis Hillivinus Hjamels Hjampus Hjasmus Hugottelis Hugus Innes Irasmus Irastris Isabris Isagnes Isamels Isampus Isamus Isebas Isebbas Ivines Jacolines Jacolis Jacoris Jalilis Jalmejas Jampus Jamus Jasmus Joeliannes Joelines Joelinus Joelis Joellines Joels Joelvis Johalinus Johampus Johamus Joliamus Jolias Jolines Jolingris Jolinus Jolis Jollielis Jollivis Joscas Joscasmus Josebas Josebbas Josebbels Julias Julicias Julinels Julines Julis Julisamus Junicias Kevinornes Kevis Leias Leodoris Liampus Liannes Liasmus Licias Licolines Licolis Linellis Lines Lingriels Linnes Lisamus Lisarlis Lisebas Lividamus Livis Lokevinus Lovalis Lovalvis Lovannes Lovantels Lovarias Lovias Lovignes Lovines Lovinus Lucarvis Lucasmus Lucastris Ludviamus Ludvignes Ludvils Ludvines Ludvingris Ludvinnes Ludvinus Ludvis Lunicias Majas Majasmus Majkenjas Malbinus Malines Malinnes Malis Mannes Marasmus Marvignes Marvines Marvingris Matils Matinus Maxelis Maxels Maxelvinus Medvils Mejas Mejasmus Melias Melines Melingris Melis Melisamus Melleiamus Mellines Melvis Merasmus Mildampus Mildarlis Milias Milinus Milis Minathamus Mines Mingris Minoras Minus Miris Mohampus Mohannes Molils Molis Molivils Mollinus Nelinus Nelis Nellis Neodornes Nestagnes Nicias Nielicias Niels Nilis Noelis Noels Noras Norias Noridannes Nornes Novaras Novias Novis Oliannes Olias Olinelivis Olines Olinus Olisampus Olliamalis Ollias Ollines Ollis Ollivines Oscas Oscasmus Oscastinus Osebas Osebasmus Osebbas Osebbels Osels Ronjas Sabelis Sabels Sabris Sagnes Salinus Saminus Sampus Samus Saras Saris Sarviras Sarviselis Sebas Sebasmus Sebbas Sebbasmus Selis Sellines Sellis Signels Signes Sigrejas Sigrias Sigrielias Sigris Simils Simines Simolis Siras Sirias Siriasmus Siridampus Sofiampus Sofiamuels Sofias Sofiasmus Sofilhels Sofils Stilovis Stils Stines Stingris Stris Svalindris Svalis Svarlis Tagabris Tagnestris Tavis Thamels Thampus Thamus Tharliamus Theodornes Tiampus Tiasmus Tiliamelis Tilias Tilinus Tilis Tillis Tines Tinnes Tinus Tyras Tyrasmus Varlivis Verasmus Viamilis Viampus Vicellinus Vicias Vidampus Vidamus Vignes Vigriampus Viktonjas Vines Vinnes Vinus Virias Viris Visampus Visamus Wildampus Wildannes Wildavils Wilhels Wilines Wilis

[wildfirevivifics]

Simple shining

Summary: Max enjoyed the simple life now, he'd given up the hero business and was now a simple farmer but like most things this simple life would never last. Short one-shot. 

Disclaimer: No I don't own, but I would like Kane as my bodyguard

Dirt flew as Max plunged the pick axe into the ground, breaking the top layer of soil that had been covered with ice in the last winter. He silently thanked the lord for all the muscles that battling the forces of darkness had given him as they had proven invaluable over the last few years. The top layer came away easily under Max's skilful hits and revealed the dark fertile earth underneath. Setting aside the pick he picked up a fork and began to turn over the soil, getting ready for the spring planting.

He enjoyed his new life. Adam, although a robot, had earnt a place in the other farmers hearts and no questions were asked about their past as long as they worked hard and didn't cause any trouble. He was a hard worker and the other farmers thought of Adam as a gift from the gods as he didn't need to take breaks and could work 20 hours straight before needing to be recharged. All in all, they enjoyed their new lives and Max could almost forget the horrific events of his life before.

"MAX HOWS IT LOOKING?"

Max twisted his head around and saw the head farmer walking towards him, Bob Maxell, an honest hard-working man like everyone in the village; Max smiled and hefted his fork over his shoulder.

"Looks like everything's going to go smoothly Bob, get your men out here and we can have this field done in no time."

Bob nodded and whistled, in no time at all Max was surrounded by twenty men all hitting the ground with their picks, he lifted his arm up just in time to avoid being smacked in the eye by a giant wad of dirt. The farmer next to him smiled apologetically and put less force into his swings until Max had moved out of the way. He stood by Bob and smiled as he watched the preparations for the planting. Adam was out in the back making more progress in five minutes than most of these men would do in an hour; Max barely suppressed a chuckle as he saw the robot was wearing a straw hat to avoid any rain damage to his wiring.

"You two, you're a God send."

Max smiled up at Bob and answered in a quiet voice.

"This place is a God send."

Max thought back to Guardiana, to Princess Anri, Luke, Zylo, Mae and Lowe. He felt a frown form on his face at the thought of his oldest friend. What had happened to him? He still owed him so much, the boy who had found him washed up on a beach with amnesia, who became his friend and fought by his side despite his timid nature. Bob looked at him with piercing eyes that seemed to stare right into his soul.

"You're thinking about your past, aren't you?"

Max nodded silently, watching his fellow farmers work. He could never repay those debts; he most likely would never see his old friends again until the afterlife, if there was such a thing.

"Why don't you go visit? I don't know where you're from but if you're missing your friends that much why don't you just go see them."

Max's eyes widened and he shook his head violently. He was miles away from Rune, in fact he didn't even know where Rune was in relation to his new home.  It would be near impossible to get back for a “quick visit”

"No, they'd make me stay, I have a life here. They are better off without me."

Bob was about to press the matter when screaming echoed up the path from the village. One of the women ran straight to Bob and collapsed in his arms. Max recognized her as his wife, Natasha.

"Natasha what is it?"

"MONSTERS THEY ARE ATTACKING THE VILLAGE!"

Max exchanged a glance with Adam who quickly dropped his tools, they both started out into a quick run, heading directly for the source of the screaming. He skidded to a stop and watched as a group of six goblins attacked the houses and the people, who ran screaming at the sight of these unknown creatures. Max looked around and saw a scythe leaning against the door, he again thanked God that he lived in a village of farmers and picked it up. He twirled it around in his hands. It wasn't a Sword but it would have to do. He looked up and charged at the approaching goblins with a war cry.

The fight was quick, fierce and incredibly one-sided, the goblins were completely overwhelmed by the two experienced adventurers.  It had been years since Max had been in a fight but any fears that he may be rusty were quickly washed away as he cut down two of the goblins in quick succession.  Glancing over he could see Maxs’ laser pierce through the chest of another.  The three remaining goblins looked between each other and span around, running towards the outskirts of the village.

Max watched satisfied as the monsters ran screaming from the village. He allowed the scythe to fall listlessly from his hands before turning back to the stunned villagers. He felt his heart drop as he came to the conclusion that they would make him leave town, an apology was already half way out before the cheering started. Bob came up to him and clapped him on the shoulder, sending him tumbling forward.

"Sorry bout that but good on ya Max, you showed those monsters who was boss."

Max smiled sheepishly and rubbed the back of his head, delighted to see that Adam was getting the same treatment of hugs and smacks on the back that he was doing, well less of the later as people didn't want to break their hands on his unbreakable steel.

"It was nothing, I've faced worse."

Bob gaped and stuttered.

"W-what could be worse that those things?"

"A lot, you should have seen what I had to face..."

He trailed off and waved his hand dismissively.

"Well that's in the past, so I guess this means I can stay."

Bob smiled brightly.

"We'd be honoured if you did."

Max grinned and walked back to the fields with his still cheering entourage, happy in the knowledge that he had secure himself a home for life.

A/N First Shining force fic

[maguro13-2]

Darkness Reborn ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Final Chapter Pt.12 ~

Duo Maxwell : Ughhh! I think I managed to survive. Good thing I was able to survive that shock. I can't die if my Soul Data would be gone for sure. Still, I hope the guys of Wing would reunite with me very soon. But without any help from any of the Gundam Pilots, I just thought that we and Lain would appreciate the true kind of Deathscythe, but what's the use of it? Stupid Soul Eater and this stupid Square Enix. Those JRPG assholes are just a bunch of maggots.

Heero : Hey, isn't the time to give up. You still got some hope within us. Maybe it's time that you needed to find the true meaning of friendship in combat.

Duo Maxwell : Not now, Heero. I'm still waiting on something for you...[turns sees the Gundam Wing cast in suits] to return! Heero, Trowa, Quatre, and Wufei.

[S3&K Jingle : 1-UP - Howard Drossin]

Duo Maxwell : Guys! You all came back to me. I thought you were...

Heero : Alive? Yes, we were all alive and thanks to the help of that girl you fell in love with, we linked our Gundam's brains to become the robots that we piloted! We were lost in defeat to the hands of Necrodeus and that girl from the movie. Thankfully, we manage to use the ability to link with our robots' computerized brains. We knew it all along to finding out that Deathscythe was controlled by that Wired Girl.

Duo Maxwell : Yeah, that figures. She and I have a lot in common, but it's all good that we're finally back together. Listen, Necrodeus staged the Soul Eater thing, it was all a setup to bring the evil forces from Asura as a diversion for this galactic conquest thing from Demon Vibe. You all heard the thing right?

Quatre : Of course we heard the whole thing. Not just a thing thou, but the "entire" thing. Looks like the Ohkuboverse is was really facade the entire time and Demon Vibe behind all of this! The Real World AU got nothing on them. By the time, it's going to shatter Real World AU very soon.

Wufei : I will get the heartlesses' attention. Will call out our Gundams to distract the darksides and you meet Deathscythe at it's arrival to the city.

Trowa : With that in order, we can all finally have this world's moment of peace at last when the Ohkuboverse meet it's goodbyes. Real World AU won't be bothered by it for good.

Heero : So what do you say max? Need a hand to reunite us, Maxwell?

Duo : ....Yes, I'll give you a hand...for Earth! [shakes hands in agreement]

"REUNITED!"

Trowa : It's good to have you back, Maxwell! Now then, let's go kick some invading butts!

[Deathscythe arrives]

Deathscythe : DUO MAXWELL. I HAVE ARRIVED. LINK NOW TO BE IN BATTLE.

[the four other Gundams arrived]

Heero : Duo! That's our cue! Now's the time to link our souls to the Gundams.

Duo Maxell : Right!

ALL : DATA RESONANCE : GUNDAM LINK!

[The group transfers their bodies into the brains of their Gundams]

[Just Communication plays]

Heero : Aw, Yeaaaah-hahaha! WOOO-HO-HOOOOO! We are back! the Gundam Wing is back and ready to open our wings!

Duo Maxwell : And of course, I will make our revenge to complete option for ourselves!

Heero : And now we all finally knew that you were in engaged with Lain Iwakura at an age like this!

Duo Maxwell : Hey, don't get me starting the engage, you know that's our secret and the people will never know.

"Meanwhile..."

Inky Albarn : This world shall nothing become than a prison of mine. If only Bendy was here to see that...How much that I was going...to be a great mother. A mother that I was going to be proud of...

[images shows of Inky and Bendy on a date in the past]

Inky Albarn : What am I doing? What have I become? Who was I responsible for? This is not the Inky Albarn I know...

[Heart and Soul - Takahito Eguchi]

[a flashback shows Bendy and Inky in the 1930s]

Bendy : Inky. There's something that I needed to tell you this before.

Inky Albarn : Go ahead, my love. I'm ready to hear.

Bendy : Well...Ummm...okay! Here it goes. Inky Albarn, for having the best thing for taking me to a date and I've been waiting for this exact moment for us to be the love of my life. So, ummm, Inky Albarn I've been giving you this from a secret to keep it from those people in society.

Inky Albarn : What did you get for me?

Bendy : Uhhh...[thinking] roses that I gave her, giving a her good meal, and uhh, what was that last part again? [sees Boris behind the bushes]

Boris : [quietly] Go on! do it, man! She's all yours. Answer it and she will be yours!

Bendy : Okay...be brave! Let me show you a little magic. [straining]

*POP*

Bendy : Tada! Inky, will you be the woman that I wanted to be with? [opens a box that contains a wedding ring]

Inky Albarn : [blushes] I...I never been blessed like this before. [giggles] Yes, Bendy. I do.

[flashes back to the present]

Inky Albarn : [sobbing] Bendy...I promised that I would come back to you. I promise that...I wanted to bring everything back the way it was. [starts crying] What have I...What have I done!? Bendy! Please come back to me! Please come back to me! [her dress starts changing from black to white] Why did I let everything go, Why did I have my heart torn to pieces? Evans...I could never forgive you do such a thing! You will pay for everything what you've done! When I do...I will get my hands on that are really something, the hands of you that are red with humanity's blood, I will destroy you for everything, and for making me as a tool for destruction! I will have my revenge! I am going to make you pay for what you've done!

[door opens]

[To the World of Memory - Yutaka Minobe]

Inky Albarn : Hmm? Who's there?

Dr. Stein (?) : My, my. If isn't Inky Albarn. What are you doing here alone in this basilica of Italy, the one they call it the beautiful and famous Santa Maria?

Inky Albarn : How did you know about me that I was here in the Santa Maria and who the heck are you? Are you Inky Evans or are you some kind of trespasser?

Dr.Stein (?) : My, My. What cold receptions await you to have your exact revenge. Now then, don't you tell me you were interested someone. It was I who broke your prison along time ago after those technicolor maggots defeated you to stop your bad behavior. After all you are the mother of the new lord that I planned you to give birth. [takes his off clothes that appears to be a disguise and reveals himself as Sammy Lawrence]

Inky Albarn : [gasped in shock] It can't be...You? You're the one who broke my prison and set me free! Sammy Lawrence!

Sammy Lawrence : So nice of you to see in a fair reunion, I was hoping that I would see your face once again after your imprisonment in the place where I awakened the original Ink demon. Your husband is alive and he would await your return. After all, this is the place where you and him married at many years ago.

Inky Albarn : This is the place where I married Bendy? Many years ago?

[flashback shows Bendy and Inky at the altar, where Bendy is the groom and Inky herself as the bride]

Sammy Lawrence : That's right. Years before you escaped from your imprisonment, you were chosen as the bride to the Demon King's ceremonial marriage, a ceremony situated by the true ruler of his world, the King of all Ink Demons. And of course, you married the lord that was his "son".

[Bendy's Father is shown with Alice Angel and Boris]

Inky Albarn : His "son"? So I was there before I became queen of his world, Bendy's father was there and I knew him as well. So does that make me...

Sammy Lawrence : Yes, it is true. Very true. You are the mother of his "child", you were his spouse. A true heir that serves the royal bloodline of all Ink Demons! For Generations the bloodline has passed throuhout the ages and then when you will become part of that bloodline, an heir will become the part of it as well! The new lord is revealed to be the child you wanted to give birth. That is your wish that you must never forget.

Inky Albarn : My wish. I finally understand what my wish is form. If it means what it means to to be the part of the bloodline, then I will have my revenge, the one who betrayed me from the start and I will make their transgressions pay.

Sammy Lawrence : Hurry now, the door will vanish soon, we must be get going to get you prepared. Let's give them the meaning that anyone is the creator and lover who are traitors. And you Inky is alive and Immortalized.

Inky Albarn : Alive and Immortalized, When there is no vaccine to cure the dirty need, they will build the machine, which they will die tonight! That is what those wishes are for. Inky Eater Evans, you're next!

~ Ninety-First Scene : Inky Redemption ~

[innervoiceart]

On the sad passing of Sinead O’Connor, Amanda Palmer says:

“Sinéad.

If I were a different kind of person I would let it settle and wait a few days to collect my thoughts and do this the right and grown-up way but I think she’d be more proud of me for writing like this….pulled off to the side of the highway writing from my fucking heart because that’s she did, all her life, made from the heart.

I got my first Sinéad record at age 14 - I Do Not Want What I Have Not Got - dubbed from my mentor Anthony’s CD collection onto a 90-minute Maxell XLII blank cassette tape. It changed my life. I wanted the artwork, so I borrowed Anthony’s CD booklet, took it down to the town library xerox machine, copied it, and carefully and lovingly cut it to size for a cassette tape. So I could see her face.

Her face.

I learned every song by heart.

She was fierceness and honestly incarnate.

She howled her heart out so purely that people had no idea what to make of it.

This is a woman who ripped up a picture of the pope on Saturday Night Live (when it had no ”safety delay”) to draw attention to the sex abuse happening in the Catholic Church, after delivering “War” by Bob Marley, a cappella:

Until the philosophy which hold one race

Superior and another Inferior

Is finally

And permanently

Discredited

And abandoned

Everywhere is war.

Twelve days later she took the stage at Madison Square Garden for a Bob Dylan tribute festival and you could barely hear her sing over the boos and jeers from the crowd. She scrapped her planned Dylan song and screamed out “War” again, as the crowd tried to overpower her.

That feeling. Many women have been there. I have been there too, shaking, as it feels like the whole world is trying to shout and drown you out, and put you in your place. Wondering if I am the crazy one. Wondering if this many people are right. Or wrong. Or even real.

She was right about the church. She was very fucking right.

She was right about so many things.

Now that she is dead, I know she’ll be lauded and applauded.

But back then? That night? How do you imagine she felt that night, crawling into bed, having been abused by a crowd of thousands? How would you feel? What would that do to you? Would you care if the world turned around, forty years later, and said: “Sorry about that, you were actually very brave?”

This is a woman who boycotted the Grammys saying she did not want “to be part of a world that measures artistic ability by material success.” This is a woman who refused to play US national anthem before certain concerts. That went down reallll well, too.

She was hated, she was scorned, she was cancelled for being honest over and over again. That SNL move was the beginning of the end of a career in many ways. She never recovered.

Too much, they said. Go away.

She used her voice. She kept on speaking.

She was loud. Being a loud woman is not fucking convenient, for anyone. Ever. Not around here.

She was strikingly beautiful. She shaved her head and gave the middle finger to the beauty standard. She wore combat boots and jeans. She opened her mouth to the max, literally. She did not mumble; she roared. She inspired me into taking power; she inspired so many of my friends. She showed us all another way. There’s this way, too. Go this way, she seemed to be screaming, GO.

Dismissed as crazy. She struggled, and she struggled, and she struggled. She was punished, she was mocked, she was ridiculed.

She retreated and came back time and time again, her roar ragged, her frustration jagged and visible. Painful. You could see it, feel it. We mourned it, me and my friends.

Sinéad? Misunderstood? Which chicken, which egg?

What the world did to Sinéad was death by a thousand cuts. The world lauded her, worshipped her, bought her, sold her, forgave her, claimed her, disavowed her. Over and over in cycles. How could anyone survive that? Like a piece of metal getting bent over and over and over again. It breaks.

She began as a fragile person. A fragile artist. Which is why her songs were so beautiful and powerful to begin with. A raw heart. A mother. Not an idea, not a theoretical. A person.

The world loved the taste of her. The world didn’t know how to digest her. The world spit her out.

She never apologized for ripping up that picture of the pope. When asked later, she said “I’m not sorry I did it. It was brilliant”.

It was.

She was.

Never forget this woman.

Let her memory guide us.

Let them scream at you, but do not stop singing.

Never apologize just to make them happy, to make them go away, to “get along”, to make them accept you.

No, no, no.

Me say War.

Sinéad….rest in world-changing ripped paper phoenix-pieces from the stage, rising and burning into the white night stars. Find peace at last. I hope you forgive us what we could not give you.”

- Amanda Palmer

[pastelwitchling]

Hi, how are you? I hope you're having a good day! This is just out of curiosity (and because I need a distraction) so you don't have to answer if you don't want to.

Since you have written kylex, forlex, and maxel, do you have a favourite between those three? Or maybe you find one of them easier to write? And if you had to recommend just one of your fics for each of them, which one would you recommend?

Ohhh I love writing questions, so thank you for asking.

My favorite is hands down forlex. I personally love Forrest Long and am very sad we didn't get them together for a longer time. They're definitely the easiest to write, not just because they actually dated, but because their chemistry is off the charts.

That said, the forlex work I would recommend is Under the Sea, which is a merman au that I'm very proud of.

For kylex, which I also enjoy and I'm going to cheat here a little, is Sense and Sensibility which is, you guessed it, a Jane Austen retelling. It's malex in terms of who dates Alex and kenna (Kyle and Jenna?) in terms of who dates Kyle, but the story is really about Kyle and Alex's relationship as adopted brothers, and it's definitely one of my favorites I've written.

And for max x alex, who I can't have officially together outside of an au, I'll go with Pride and Prejudice. I don't think that one needs any explanation 😂

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While we await the spring showers that will bring flowers and the third series of TED LASSO, we have people from the TED LASSO universe to tide us over.

Co-created by Bill Lawrence, Brett Goldstein and Jason Segal, SHRINKING stars Jason Segal as a Jimmy -therapist who is (not) dealing with his own troubles which alienates him from his teenaged daughter (Lukita Maxell, HBO Max's woefully short-lived GENERATION), is boss Paul (Harrison Ford)

and often his friend and colleague Gabby (Jessica Williams. FANTASTIC BEASTS, THE DAILY SHOW) and his neighbor Liz (Christa Miller) who has to pick up the pieces of his fractured home life.

*The cast including Luke Tennie (PLAYERS) as one of Jimmy's patients and Michael Urie (YOUNGER) as Jimmy's best friend Brian.

As with most Bill Lawrence shows, the music choices is fantastic. The music supervisor is Tom Howe who also does the music for TED LASSO. Howe called on Ben Gibbard of Death Cab for Cutie and The Postal Service to do the opening song "Frightening Fiswhich sounds so much like a Death Cab... song that it made me revisit "Transatlanticism".

The first two episodes are now streaming on Apple+.

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my girl but GAY and CRINGE!!!!!!!!!!!!! EWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Also Max getting petty, that everyone worries about him, now that he dates Angel.

"Oh, so after I finally found someone who gets me, NOW you suddenly care?"

LITERALLY THOUGH.

It's not even like... the Family specifically, even other maids are coming up to him like "Max, you have more sense than this, we're worried." Plus, y'know, Angel's a borderline serial killer. They don't get how he could even begin to think this is okay in the first place.

Oh, but it pisses him off. Because "It's not like anyone gave two shits before. Nobody cared the last four times I tried to off myself, but now that I'm with someone who understands, now that I'm happy, for the first time since I got here, you all wanna psychoanalyze me? You wanna pretend to be my friends? You want to ruin the one good thing I have? Fuck all of you!" And just pushes him to Angel even more.

And you know there's concern among everyone of Angel taking advantage of Max and his suicidal ideation. As if they're some master manipulator or something. Even though that isn't the case (or at the very least they aren't intending to).

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Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: NEW TWO 5 PACK MAXELL 700 mb CD-R 80 MIN DISC.

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Next gen families

Purple family

In my AU, Matt is married to Molly, a Red Army designer whom he has known for a very long time. Molly got pregnant with Max a few days after Anya turned into a monster (she didn't know about it), and when she found out she wanted to have an abortion, but Matt didn't let her do it. But they do have their son, Max.

Max is the son of Matt and Molly.

Actually, I would like to make Max transgender lately, like @cursed-saphire-hart , and I'm still thinking about this decision, but not yet decided. I already got used to the fact that he is a boy:')

I won’t talk about the fact that Max has vampire genes, but in the past he had his mother’s eyes.

Like his mother, he is good at sewing, and wants to be a designer, and is very narcissistic, like Matt.

Max becomes uncomfortable at the sight of violence (very violent), which can make him sick (once he had a very high temperature that Molly could not bring her down, and Matt had to go for an antipyretic.

And in principle, he is a very nice boy who loves Molly.

Max's full name is not Maxel anymore. Now he is Maxwell.

He also has a younger brother.

Opposite day Max is angry and doesn't like mirrors. He is ALWAYS ready to kick ass.

The Ellsworld version of Max is Maxine. All the same.

Marty is Matt and Molly's youngest son, and Max's younger brother.

Marty, like Max, has the color of Molly's eyes. He has little pronounced features of a vampire, but he has small fangs. He is also narcissistic, but in moderation, and also does not like quarrels. He loves collecting bracelets.

Opposite day Marty is more like Molly, and also gets involved in crime, which Molly tries to prevent. But this Marty doesn't like mirrors either.

Ellsworld version of Marty - Marie (yes, because I couldn't think of another name!)