#Michael Tyler

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« Trump has always mistakenly believed he would never face consequences for breaking the law for his own personal gain. But today’s verdict does not change the fact that the American people face a simple reality. There is still only one way to keep Donald Trump out of the Oval Office: at the ballot box. Convicted felon or not, Trump will be the Republican nominee for president. »

— Michael Tyler, communications director for the Biden-Harris campaign, at POLITICO.

A small number of independent voters may drop Trump from consideration but we should not count on that to keep the Orange Felon from winning. Trump won in 2016 despite the Access Hollywood tape; don't depend on non-electoral events to deliver us from Trump.

It's up to us to register and vote and make sure that like minded people do so as well.

I Will Vote

[plumbogs]

Gretchen certainly seems to be up to something. No longer living in a sewer grate has done wonders for her motivation levels.

Michael doesn't really find anything suspicious going on. Just like, two days ago he was rambling about how he didn't really think he was one to settle down. Free spirit and all that. He's pretty certain Gretchen's the one, though.

Whatever she gets into while he's sleeping, whenever he's awake she gets to tidying up. Those human woman guides she read said something about doing menial cleaning tasks in exchange for trust, and she is pretty bent on getting Michael to trust her.

He's glad to leave behind a lot of messes, though.

Despite her success in convincing a fellow regular human to trust her, she misses the social circle she obtained from the prime location of the sewer grate. She gets a bit lonely pretty easily.

She takes charge of the phone to invite over one of her friends. Camila shows up as well, but she didn't have much going on aside from becoming best friends with Michael.

The friend is offput by Michael immediately bringing up Gundam.

Despite the thrill of meeting such a powerful human deity, Gretchen has to say no.

The other upside of sharing a house is that Michael is glad to distract and be distracted by houseguests while she gets back to whatever it is she's doing.

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RZ Michael Myers x female nurse reader

Part 1 - 2

Words: 1476

Warnings: smut (18+)

Summary: Michael has escaped Smith Grove's Sanitarium...

Reader: short female reader, female genitals in smut scenes

The voice echoing in his mind persisted, urging him to go to Haddonfield but the back door he was sliding open was miles away from it, for today he listened to another power rising from deep within. Stepping inside, he found himself standing in the kitchen, his eyes drawn to the assortment of sweets and candies neatly arranged on the countertop. A faint smile curled at the edges of his mouth, knowing that you had purchased each one of them according to the list. Right next to it, neatly folded, was a black witch costume with a small hat resting atop of it.

You were sitting on the couch, engrossed in the movie "Bates Motel" when a continued cold draft caught finally caught your attention. With a grunt, you switched off the TV and lifted your body from the comfort of the couch, making your way towards the kitchen. Your fingers fumbled in search of the light switch, and as it clicked on, your gaze shot up, landing on the tall masked man standing at the counter, his fingers gliding over the tiny hat from your costume. You immediately recognised deep blue striped pants and the torn dirty gray bathrobe that seemed tiny hanging on his imposing figure.

"Michael!", you shouted in shock and total disbelief.

Your body froze for a moment. It was something else seeing this mountain of man standing in your kitchen, close to midnight, all alone and far away from the security that Smith's Grove provided. How could he even be here? Did he escape? Just as you wondered why nobody had informed you about the escape of the patient you mainly took care of, the sharp ringing of the wall-mounted phone next to you startled both you and Michael. Without diverting your gaze from him, you reached out and grabbed the phone, placing it against your ear and waiting a moment before speaking.

"Hello?"

"Oh nurse, heavens! I'm glad I was able to reach you. Michael has escaped, he killed several on his way out."

There was a pause on the other side as Loomis waited for your reply. Any sane person would have freaked out while being trapped alone in their home with the sanitarium's most infamous patient. The doctor on the other end of the line was you're only chance to call for help and as the thoughts of what any sane person would have done in that moment flashed before your inner vision, your body had its own surprise in store for you. Your hand gestured for Michael to close the door behind him while you shot a warm smile at him before focusing back on the phone call.

"Oh my god, that's terrible! Did someone alarm the police? Do you know where he's headed?"

Michael blinked in disbelief as you faked a shocked tone while the traces of your smile still lingered on your lips. His eyes never left your figure, his hand fumbling behind him to close the door. The enigma that was you continued to surprise him, eluding the expectations formed by the cruel world around him, only to grace him with the kindness he not only thought lost after his mother stopped visiting him. No, you continued to surpass it and as he stood within your kitchen, he almost felt a sense of home, carrying his thoughts to the one he had back then as he briefly wondered where his little sister could be now.

"No I haven't seen him. Why would he come here? Have you checked in Haddonfield where his sister lives now?"

You winked at him, feeling freed from your confidential oath as he was technically, officially, not near you to overhear such information. Michael felt stunned at your response. Back in the sanitarium he had wondered more than once if you'd be able to peak into his mind as you always seemed to understand him so well and now you had answered the very question that had been lingering in his mind. A strange sensation burned underneath his skin as if he wanted to...wanted to kiss you. His breaths grew heavier and his hands pressed tightly against his sides, trying to hide the trembles.

"I'll keep a look out but I'm sure he won't waste any time coming here. You too. Goodnight Dr Loomis."

You hung up the phone and turned back to Michael, taking a few hesitant steps into his direction.

"So...uhm...what brought you here? You could also have tried to find your sister."

A small shivering breath came from behind the mask before Michael slowly pulled it off his face and pointed at you. Your brows furrowed for a moment and you contemplated on the possibilities before answering cautiously.

"Me? You came here because of me? To see me?"

He nodded, placing his mask on the counter beside your costume and sank to his knees, arms outstretched, waiting for you to approach him. He was aware that you probably knew the circumstances that led to his escape, Loomis would have surely informed you how much blood stained his hands tonight. And yet, you chose to send the doctor straight to Haddonfield all the while wearing a smile on your face. You had a choice tonight and you chose him. Tears formed in the corners of his eyes when you wrapped your arms around him, exhaling relieved at the shared closeness. It had been a long time since anyone had chosen him, and now here you were, gently cradling his face, your gaze filled with nothing but affection. His heart ached beautifully as the feeling of home nestled within. He leaned in closer, his lips pressing on yours in a, first, tender kiss that quickly morphed into burning passion he couldn't control any longer. Strong hands slid beneath your butt and you gasped when you were lifted onto the counter. Long fingers wrapped around your shorts and panties, tearing them off with such force that they were flying off to the corner of the kitchen.

"Michael!", you shrieked in surprise but your legs parting on their own betrayed your desire.

Michael groaned at the sight of your wet folds before him. Not only had you chosen him, but you were also willing to surrender yourself to him, to be his. He silently vowed to worship you as the angelic being that you were, grant you the pleasures of the heavens you descended from. Gently, he positioned your legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, his face coming tantalisingly close to your cunt and you could feel his breath fanning over your wetness. A deep, sinful moan escaped your lips as his tongue pressed flat against your swollen clit. His fingers dug deeper into your flesh as your sweet taste began to fill his mouth, igniting a feral hunger within him. His sloppy licks grew faster, sucking at your clit in between before shoving three fingers into your dripping entrance. You cried out in pleasure as he kept thrusting into you, pushing you fast towards the edge of your release. The man between your legs had nothing in common with the shy calm patient from the observation room, the one standing between your legs ate you out like a starved man, worshipping you for the loyalty you showed him. Your fingers entwined in his hair, urging him closer as you bucked your hips and cried out his name, panting and finally coming undone while pure bliss washed over you. Michael mumbled something against your folds before rising and using his sleeve to wipe away your juices from his face. You still breathed heavily, chuckling as you hopped off the countertop, searching for your pants in the kitchen corner.

"That was....wow....I-I should return the favour", you spoke softly, pulling up your pants.

As you glanced up, a short gasp escaped your lips as you discovered Michael already standing beside you, his arms sneaking around your waist as he placed a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Later", he murmured, his voice coarse and deep, "let's sleep."

Those little words, so simple and yet the desire that gave birth to them ran so deep. Michael never truly had someone, his dark thoughts being the only company he ever knew until, one day, you stepped through those doors in the Sanitarium. He had always wondered it how would to be to lie down in bed with someone, not a single worry in his world as only happiness seeped through his body and the warmth of your touch lulling him into slumber. You led him upstairs and cuddled up to him on your bed, slowly sinking into a blissful sleep in the arms of Haddonfield's most feared man. Michael caressed your arm, eyelids growing heavy as he drifted off, one final thought lingering before surrendering to the irresistible lure of slumber. Home...

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— Robert De Niro Tuesday at a press conference warning about a Trump second term outside the NYC courthouse where Trump is on trial. See the entire event on the video below.

De Niro is a native New Yorker – unlike most of the Congressional MAGA flunkies who flew up to NYC with their matching red neckties to display public fealty to the Dear Leader. De Niro didn't take shit from one MAGA zombie. The whole thing was all very New York.

With De Niro were Harry Dunn and Michael Fanone, two of the police officers who were injured defending the US Capitol from pro-Trump terrorists on January 6th.

The event started off with comments from Biden-Harris communications director Michael Tyler. When giving his personal opinion of Trump, De Niro went further than the Biden campaign may have anticipated; although De Niro had a script, he didn't feel obliged to constantly stick to it. 🙂

[plumbogs]

Michael wakes up in the morning and heads off to work in a pretty great mood.

Then he comes home and makes the most pathetic face after realizing he has to clean up after his dinner last night.

As a reward, he asks Gretchen out on a date. He's thinking strategically. If he takes her out to dinner now, he can eventually convince her to move in and have double income and eventually hire a maid. Or she might be more willing to handle dishes.

He takes her to the only place to eat in town that isn't a dive bar.

Unlike Mary, he can actually afford to pay for a dinner. Apparently both he and Gretchen have expensive tastes and wanted the lobster. Whatever. It was at least going to fill him... until this stupid fucking teenager stole his plate right in front of him?

Not cool.

Michael isn't about to let this alien chick know that sort of thing would bother him. He can totally afford to pay for someone else's lobster. He's so wealthy. Sure she's already seen the inside of his house but like, that's minimalism. Besides, when he asked her where SHE lives she just shrugged and said it's a nice spot around the sewer grate by the river.

She lives here now. And they're official.

She just had to bring over some of her personal items from that sewer grate she lives in. Michael didn't really ask what they were for. It's none of his business. She said she works as a "Home Video Editor", which sounds like a perfectly regular human job to him. Besides, it looks cool.

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