#Michael is the tallest

[annunen]

My favorite photos the preds posted from this practice. Justus, mikemac and blanky!

[stxr-spider]

I made 5sos gingerbread 🫶 (totally not especially proud of the ash cookie)

[cinematicendevaourz]

Beetlejuice Beetlejuice #CVReview

I took a trip to Pooler, GA and I gotta say CGA was right yet again : anything outside of ATL is the real Georgia, and ... yeah, the whole thing is a flyover.

The caucazoid pop. here are standoffish and rude. The negroids, more trusting and kinder than anywhere else in the States. That's not always a good thing, though ...

Anyways, after an uneventful day at the Staff Zone day labor dispatch office in SAV, I recognized that the city was more interested in taking money from me than helping me make it, so I made quick moves to get a ticket out of here to the Carolinas and make a trip to "The Tallest IMAX Screen" in the world - because I figured it was now or never, since I will noy be back to GA after this final trip - since there's nothing here.

As a Hollywood bred cinephile (and a REGAL unlimited subscriber) I have to say IMAX been a rip-off. I usually enjoy other PLF screens because their wider (i.e. RPX, Cinemark XD ...) and cost less at the box office.

IMAX may be overhyped but I sat in those small as seats at the El Capitan when "Cap: Civil War" dropped, so nothing was stopping me from getting this done, even the bloated $26/ticket price tag. Or the fact the only two films playing this week was that redneck Speilberg flick "Twisters" and Tim Burton's chick flick "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice".

I chose the latter.

Donna Summer just cant win since her catalogue went up for grabs, I guess. First that horrible performance by an overweight Summer Walker in "Spinning Gold" now Tim Burton lifts "Macarthur Park" and turns it into the new "Day-O" bullshit.

The Soul Train bit was very out of place and looked like cultural appropriation as well too.

So this is what happens when Burton tries to get woke and diverse enough only to have negroids in his film as dancing/singing sambos.

The only people in the cast who weren't annoying were Jenna Ortega (who just played another bratty teen) and Willem Dafoe, who was actually flexing another side of his acting chops I hadn't seen before in pure comedy, not unintentional.

Michael Keaton was as off-putting as he always was and the fact that he was still trying to marry a young Wynona Ryder in the first film is still weird. That sequence is repeated here nearly three times over with the marriages between mother and daughter in "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" , but it just seems like an over-correction.

*While the dream sequence was occurring by the way, I couldn't help but think that Keaton and Ryder in the film must have looked oddly like Burton and Bonham-Carter on their wedding day.

The jokes were woke and tacky. Jenna Ortega went the " la raza " route with her love interests being pale as ever, while she did Brazil-face for some reason.

Theroux was the picture of the spineless manipulative, dickface women have to settle with marrying today in Western culture, since real men like myself aren't falling for that trap anymore. O'Hara was the same annoying opportunist in the first film, now shedding light on Ryder's issues raising an "obnoxius, goth girl" herself.

Yeah, "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" is Mommy-Daughter matinee. A ageist marriage fantasy for little goth girls everywhere who want to bring bad boy demons home and a loose cautionary tale on why they should not.

Even with some cool animated claymation sequences (the plane crash, Saturn's moon, the snake monster), Burton's bread and butter in "Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice" was not enough to make a great film.

Barely a laugh from the audience. Some of the marriage jokes knocked it out the park, but only because they write themselves.

The rest of the audience could give a shit less about dated references and Donna Summer, like I could give a shit less about this movie.

And how did Monica Belluci get casted. I liked the live Sally Finkelstein idea, but at this point Franken-Weenie pastiches are old hat for Burton and no amount of nostalgia could save this picture for those of us who enjoyed his other projects or I believe for those who actually liked the first film in this duology.

The only reason I saw this film was because it was an excuse to visit The World's Tallest IMAX (I swear the one's in NY, CA, and FL are bigger and better). Other than that I don't believe "Beetlejuice Beetlejuice" should be viewed in any format, PLF or otherwise.

Seeing "The Crow" again, but in IMAX would have been a better choice aesthetic wise

- but the box office pulled it for this waste of money - from the studio to every audience seat filled.

-

C.V.R. The Bard

5th/Sept. 2k24

[ashtonsunshine]

via Luke's twitter and Instagram story. 21st July 2023

[social-mockingbird]

Back on my subtle cosplaying at work spiel and this week it’s The Magnus Archives—today it’s Michael Distortion Monday, which proved hard to accomplish on a mostly punk academia wardrobe (saving my Hawaiian shirts for the Tim Stoker day)

[onlineviolence]

For Michael: Is 'mike drop' a thing? Like, could a character pick up and drop Michael like a microphone?

he is Far too large for that. and heavy

[ur-stepdad]

tried to find the old ass WWE Dirt Sheet youtube channel and one of the things that pops up is "cm punk suspended from raw by triple h"

1. i thought he was already fully transitioned from wwe to aew so does this even mean anything

2. why is triple h allowed to suspend anyone from anything other than the top rope? did mcmahon finally step down? that doesn't seem like something he would do unless he couldn't keep going anymore

2b. if vince did step back then where does shane-o mac fit into all this?

[peppermintfreak]

What a wonderful group of individuals

[eyelambspider]

𝟏𝟎. 𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐫 || 𝐊ö𝐧𝐢𝐠

Day 10 of Kink/Creeptober! Here is a list of my prompts & event terms!

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : michael myers!könig x gn!reader 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : könig returns home for halloween looking for blood. Little do you know, little trick-or-treater, its not a costume he's wearing. 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 1.2 k 𝐚/𝐧 : y'all liking the halloween spirit i had in this one? 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : mentions of blood/gore/death, its still kinda cute/scary bc why not? i swore again in this one

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐏𝐔𝐌𝐏𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒. The orange glow from the jack-o-lantern candles casted an eerie glow on the rain-slick pavement. The streetlights had flickered on an hour ago and midnight had slowly passed by.

Left to right, no matter where you looked, it seemed like the peak of Halloween night had come and gone. House lights were slowly flickering off, and only a few teens were roaming the sidewalks in packs. Most of the kids had gone to sleep already, abandoning the candy hunt while their parents snuck out to go to parties and drank themselves silly.

You sighed, the breath becoming a puff of frost in front of your eyes. The brisk fall air lapped at your skin causing your legs to prickle with goosebumps.

In the end, this would all be worth it!

Sure, some houses were turning their lights off already. The families within calling it quits and heading to bed. But you had stayed out, looking for those ghoulish green lights even if your nose had turned pink from the cold.

Who could say no to a bag full of free candy? Most people didn't mind you weren't a kid anyway.

You trekked across the sidewalk, glancing at a house at the corner of the street. It was dark, but the yellowing lawn was loitered with homemade decorations. Plastic skeleton's strung up to the barren trees, foam headstones peaking out of the dirt, and even a little sheet of artificial fog was still puffing along the pavement.

This was what Halloween was: just people enjoying scary stuff and having child-like fun.

Distracted, you rounded the corner only to be bombarded by a swarm of people. It was a reflexive dance to avoid everyone. Bumping into a woman in a sexy tiger costume, nearly avoiding a zombies elbow.

You yelped out small apologizes as the group brushed past you in a blur of cheesy costumes. The lot of them giggling at you until you were spun around, narrowly avoiding a cowboy who smirked at you, purposefully knocking against the black bag of candy in your hand.

Before you could call out the soft injustice, or even defend yourself from their mocking laughter... Your back slammed into what felt like a brick wall.

The impact stole your breath away, and you quickly turned on your heels to face the tallest man you'd ever seen. His gaze hidden, but the black veil on his head was tilted ominously towards you.

"Oh! I'm sorry!" you quickly blurted out, feeling embarrassment wash over you.

The stranger watched motionlessly as your cheeks reddened-not from the cold- and you hung your head just in time to see a few pieces of your candy sprawled out on the curb in front of his boots.

You crouched down, beginning to gently scoop up the broken chocolate bars and shattered lollypops.

You didn't dare look up at him while you did. The way he was just standing there instead of following his friends...

You subtly peered over your shoulder, watching as the group of laughing party-goers quickly disappeared around the corner.

He found it amusing when you apologized again. You were dressed like a little vampire or something.

How... charming.

An unsettling grin splitting across his features as he watched you squirm under his intense gaze.

What was with this guy?

You quickly tried to grab your sweets, the awkward, agonizing seconds he spent staring at you felt like an eternity. That is, until he crouched down, taking a knee next to you. His large hand reached out to pick up the last pack of gumballs, bringing it up for you to take.

"Thanks," you mumbled quickly. Even when he was knelt, he was still such a huge man. The thought made you swallow nervously, reaching out for the gum when you finally saw it.

His calloused palm was drenched in a slick crimson, smearing against the plastic wrap of your rainbow gumballs. You froze, eyes flickering up to really look at him this time.

Although his face was shrouded in a black fabric mask, his blue eyes seemed to glow in the streetlights, boring a hole through you, silently daring you to take it from him.

He was wearing a dusted navy janitor's jumpsuit, a knife held faithfully by his side in his other hand. The blade coated in the same, gore-y liquid. His grip on the weapon so tight his knuckles were bone white.

Just when you thought this guy couldn't be serious, the smell hit you.

The pungent odor of death wafted off of him in waves, the sharp scent of decay nearly making you gag in disgust. He wondered what exactly you would do when you found out that it wasn't fake blood, or another cheap costume he was wearing.

König watched the color slowly drain from your face when you realized.

What a smart little Maus you were.

Your body went onto autopilot, saving your brain from experiencing the unbridled terror of the situation fully. He wasn't just wearing a Michael Myers costume in horrible taste for the murders that happened last Halloween... he was...

Tentatively, your trembling hand reached out and grasped the plastic wrapper from him. "Tha-Thank you," the words tumbled out quietly, as if the voice didn't belong to you anymore.

He watched as you gripped tightly onto the bag of bloody gumballs with a squelch that made you cringe. The crimson smearing against your palm as you tried desperately not to drop it in front of him again.

Before you could dart up to your feet, he reached out and harshly wretched your face towards him with that same bloody hand. You nearly screamed. Whatever the fuck stopped you from doing it, you had to thank.

He squished the softs of your face and chin in his rough hand, squeezing so hard you thought he would end it there and snap your jaw in half.

But his eyes just bore holes into yours, reveling in the pure horror that emanated off you in droves.

Maybe people sleeping in the safety of their houses would hear your screams in time. Or maybe the group of jerks would come back before he crushed your skull in. Maybe, just maybe you had a chance of fighting him off.

He saw all those thoughts flash across your eyes without a word.

Belying the strength you both knew he possessed, his grip softened from its bruising nature. The thick pad of his thumb lifted up to brush the corner of your mouth with a terrifying smile. He had hoped to wipe away the fake blood from there, but it only served to make your costume more authentic.

The towering horror-story of Haddonfield finally let go of your jaw. He took one last look at your face, blank, as if you'd seen a ghost... Before you stood and ran away, not daring to drop another piece of candy.

He watched your retreating form with mild interest, tilting his head as he considered.

The same rage bubbling up under his skin, itching to drain the life from someone's eyes again.

König's attention flickered momentarily before he rounded the corner, following after the group he had previously been stalking. Their laughs still echoing across the empty street.

He'd have the rest of Halloween night to hunt you down, and he'd hoped it would be just as fun.

[marlequinncos]

This past weekend, I was showing my friend my Marko jacket and explaining the different components. I was wondering aloud why these specific tapestries were picked for it and she goes “what if each one represents one of the other members of the Lost Boys?” It got me thinking, and it turns out that theory actually works.

The jacket is made up of five tapestries: two are the pinups, and the other three are velvet rugs, all from the same Italian company. The three velvet ones depict a peacock, a matador and a bull, and a leopard. 

Paul - The Peacock: The most obvious of the three. Like a peacock, Paul is loud, showy, and in-your-face. He spends most of his screen time in the movie strutting around, “peacocking” for everyone watching.

Dwayne - The Leopard: Dwayne's outfit has several leopard motifs in it, from the one painted on his jacket to his earring and necklace made of animal teeth and claws. He’s also the most physically intimidating of the boys, being the tallest and buffest. 

David - The Matador:  Matadors rule the ring, controlling the crowd, their assistants, and the animal they’re fighting. They’re a ringleader, like David. The way David lures Michael in is both strategic and theatrical, like a matador waving the red flag to encourage the bull to follow and charge when he desires. And in the end, how does David die? Impaled on horns, having miscalculated and gotten too close to a raging bull (Michael in this metaphor). 

Is this a stretch? Maybe. But costumes are an excellent way to silently convey character and tell stories. I think this set of headcanons is a really fun train of thought, and would explain why Marko chose those specific tapestries for his jacket.

[leosxrealm]

-ᴋɪꜱꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛᴜᴘɪᴅ-

pairings: M. Kaiser x male! reader

warning(s): Kaiser, a teensy bit of angst, fluff, enemies to lovers (kinda), a little bit of cursing

a/n: this is pretty much self indulgent. i thought of a tall reader when i was writing it, although i’m not as tall as Kaiser lol. the Kaiser brain rot is real T_T this looked way better in my head

wc: 2.4k

!not proofread!

nobody infuriated you more than Michael fucking Kaiser.

not only did he pretend to be superior to you; he looked down on every walking, talking, living creature. he never failed to make your blood boil, especially, when he spoke to you like you were nothing more than a peasant, born to serve him. you were a calm, level-headed person; but even you found it difficult not to punch that shitty smile off his face.

you felt like you had won the lottery at having the worst luck. you just so happened to live in the same building as him; just on different floors. you couldn't count the number of times you had taken the stairs to your apartment floor, just so you won't run into him at the elevator, or when you would parked your car far from your block, just so you wouldn't run into him in the morning when he was leaving for practice.

---

your hands were shaking, the rational part of your brain begging you to not throw a punch at the man standing before you. taking a deep breath in, you sighed. he deserves that punch, but you were better than this. better than him. swiftly turning away from him, you continued to search for your favorite cereal.

you had the misfortune of running into him during your monthly grocery shopping. and now he wouldn't leave you alone. why was he even here? it wasn't like he was buying anything. at least not anymore. he had left the shopping cart in the milk aisle when he spotted you. seriously? wasn't this dude some famous soccer player? shouldn't he be at, i don't know, practice or something?

"so? what do you say?" he asks with a charming smile plastered on his face. "no," you replied without looking his way. what was he asking you anyway? you really weren't listening to him. you missed the way his smile dropped a little, but he was determined to get you to come. if Michael Kaiser was anything, it was stubborn.

"why not? i'm even giving you the vip tickets," he said in a way that almost sounded like a whine. you turned around to face him and almost regretted it when you saw his smile widen a bit. you blinked at him, confused out of your mind. tickets? to what? a game? was he inviting you to watch his game?

"tickets to what?" you questioned him with a small tilt of your head. and the worst part? you looked genuinely confused. Kaiser visibly deflated when he realized you weren't paying attention to him. he regained his posture quickly before bobbing his head up and down in a form of a nod, "it's next week. saturday. and you have to come."

taking yet another deep breath, you turned around, dragging your cart with you. was this guy seriously ordering you to come to his game? even the slightest of a chance of you going to his game was just yeeted out of the top floor of the tallest building.

"hm? (name)?" and he had the audacity to follow you around like a puppy after all that. he put his hand on top of your shoulder, trying to turn you to look at him. your hand was gripping the cart like your life depended on it. well, technically a life did depend on it. not yours, but Kaiser's. you swear you were so close to killing him.

you swatted his hand away, quite harshly, leaving him behind. he watched your back, before you turned to a different aisle, completely disappearing from his sight. looking down at his hand, Kaiser could see the red mark left behind. it slowly was beginning to sting too. ignoring the pain, he stuffed his hands in his pants. he walked out of the grocery store, with a frown on his face. the things he came to buy were long forgotten. a single question lingering in his mind, did you really hate him that much?

---

days went by and it had been suspiciously quiet all week. it almost felt too good to be true. it was finally saturday. the weekend was here. phew, finally you can relax now. no more dealing with people. you came back from your morning run to see a white envelope tucked in your gate. gently tearing it, you looked at the contents inside of it. they were tickets to a soccer game. Bastard München vs PXG?

you searched your brain to figure out why that name sounded so familiar. ah-ha! you remembered it now. bastard münchen was the team your annoying neighbor played for. as for the other...? you had no idea who they were. 

looking around the corridor, you didn't see him there. he probably dropped this off when you went for your run. shrugging, you went inside your house. tossing it on your dining table, you went to take a long, and a very much-needed shower.

---

catching up on the sleep you missed during the week was probably your favorite way to spend your saturdays. looking at the time, you realized you had slept for longer than you intended to. it was already evening. you went to your kitchen to get yourself a drink when you noticed the tickets Kaiser so graciously dropped off this morning. you had honestly forgotten about it.

checking the time again, you realized that the game had already started a few minutes ago. it wasn't every day that you get vip tickets to a game. and it would honestly be a waste not to use those tickets. changing into something comfortable yet stylish, you drove off to where the game was being held. (you got your drink on the way.)

---

it took you longer than you had expected to get here. the traffic was loud and seemed to never end. you almost regretted leaving the comforts of your cozy home. now sitting comfortably in the chair, you were honestly impressed at the view you had of the field. these were some good ass seats.

it seemed like the second half had just started. the score was 3-2 in favor of PXG. a small frown unconsciously tugged at your features. was Kaiser losing? the match continued like usual. you watched the game like a hawk, your eyes never leaving the field. Kaiser had just scored a goal. you let out a whistle at that. honestly, you were impressed. he scored that goal faster than you could even comprehend what was happening.

as much as he didn't want to, Kaiser knew he had an image to keep up. so forcing himself to turn towards the stands, he plastered on a fake smile, even throwing a small wave toward the people watching him. his eyes drifted towards the vip section, more specifically, towards the seats he had booked for you.

he was really hoping you would come to his game. it would've meant a lot to him. but every time he looked that way, you weren't there. his mood continued to deplete the longer the game went on. he could barely focus on the game. even the coach had warned him that if he wasn't going to score soon, he'll be benched. and that's why he almost couldn't believe his eyes when he saw you, sitting in the seat he booked especially for you.

he didn't realize his smile switched from a fake to a genuine one. he continued to stare your way with a bashful smile stretched across his pretty features. his intense stare made you feel a bit awkward, as you tried to hide yourself from him by lowering yourself onto the seat a bit. reluctantly, you gave him a stiff wave, and that seemed to have brought him out of whatever dreamland he was stuck in. Kaiser doesn't think his cheeks have ever hurt from smiling so damn much.

---

the game had ended with Bastard München winning. you decided to wait for the stadium to clear a bit. because there was no way you were going to be smashed between so many people. like, be fucking for real; shouldn't they have made a separate exit for the vip's? 

after god knows how long you were able to see the other side of the exit. you dragged your feet all the way toward the exit. you were probably one of the last spectators remaining in the building.

"(NAME)!" turning around just in time to catch a flying body, you stumbled upon the contact, barely able to keep yourself from falling on the floor. looking down slightly, you could see Kaiser with an annoyingly cute smile plastered on his face, looking up at you. he looked a lot like a happy puppy to you. you were sure his tail would have been wagging aggressively, if he had one.

"you came!" he exclaimed in a cheerful voice, still clinging to you. it looked like he still had the excitement left in him from the game. "i was bored," you said in a tone that matched your words. still, Kaiser didn't seem to get disheartened by it. whatever the reason was, you still came to watch him.

"let go of me now," you grumbled. Kaiser gave you a closed eye smile. 13 seconds. that's how long you let him hug you. it was a new record!

---

ever since that day, you had been seeing more of him. he still annoys you, but it's been bearable. you would never admit it, to him or yourself, but his presence has grown on you, and you even liked hanging out with him sometimes. only when he wasn’t being a menace though.

you sipped on the last bits of your favorite drink before throwing it away in the trash bin you came across. you were walking around the park in your neighborhood with the Michael Kaiser himself. it was almost midnight. you don't even know why you’re out this late. but when Michael knocked on your door and practically begged you to go on a walk with him, you had no choice but to do so.

it was a comfortable silence between you two. you liked it. Michael was still sipping on his drink, looking around the lamp-lit streets surrounding the both of you.

there’s another thing you've grown to like; his eyes. they were the prettiest shade of blue and when light reflected off of them, you would be hypnotized, to say the least.

a hand holding yours caught your attention, and you were dragged towards your right. "come on! we're going this way," he said with a smile adorning his features. even after dragging you on the path he desired, he didn't let go of your hand. you didn't complain.

he was walking a few steps ahead of you; his hand, now intertwined with yours, dragging you along. he looked breathtaking. quite literally. your breath hitched for a second there, before you recollected your thoughts and continued to be dragged around by him.

"a penny for your thoughts?" his calm voice brought you out of your daze. your eyes met his and he gave you a smile. "don't worry about it," you dismissed it quickly, and continued walking, this time dragging him behind you. he smiled at your intertwined hands and gave them a small squeeze.

---

"it's getting late. we should get going," you said looking at the sky. even though there weren't as many stars, because of the city lights and pollution, you could still see some of the stars that managed to shine through. after hearing no response, you looked at Michael from the corner of your eyes. you raised a brow at him. why was he looking at you like that? did you have something on your face? 

"what are you thinking about?" you asked the blond man in front of you. 

"it's not fair (name)," he replied still looking at you. you let out a confused sound at his weird answer. he chuckled at your adorable expression, "i'm just saying, that it's not fair how good you look doing the simplest of things. it's kinda annoying." what he said was true, kind of. just now when you were gazing at the sky, he couldn't help but stare at you, the light from the surroundings made you look other-worldly, ethereal.

the tip of your ears burned at hearing the sudden compliment from him. did that even count as a compliment? you tried to scowl but couldn't help but laugh at the irony. you thought the same thing as him. yes, you used to despise him, dare you say, even hate him. but the more time you spent with him, the lesser you hated him. how does that even work? 

"what?" Michael asked with a confused expression. he was half expecting you to shut him out, walk away from him, anything but that. "you know what's actually annoying?" you asked with a small smile, amusement in your eyes. Michael loved all the attention you were giving him in that moment, that he didn't even register your question. "what?" he asks after realizing you were still waiting for his answer.

"you"

he pouted at your answer. way to ruin the moment (name), he thought. you let out another laugh seeing his pout, it wasn't every day that you would see the German pouting. holding his chin between your fingers, you turned his face towards yours. "wanna know why?" you asked the blond. your fingers were still grasping his chin, Michael noted. he gave a short nod. honestly, he didn't want to know. who would wanna know that the man you've grown to like thought you were annoying? get some common sense (name)! but the look in your eyes compelled him to agree.

"because i don't know what i wanna do when i’m with you," you sighed. Michael was utterly and completely confused. what did you even mean? your hand left his chin to cup his face. running your thumb over his cheekbones, you couldn't stop the smile that was threatening to break out. "you confuse me so much. i don't know if i wanna punch you in the face or kiss you stupid," you answered, observing his face for any signs of discomfort. 

you watched his eyes widen. his face felt warmer than before. the emperor looked at a loss of words; when was the last time that happened? you mused to yourself. 

"then do it." you looked at him, waiting to see if he was going to say anything else, "kiss me stupid (name)."

this was probably going to be the only time you would obey his orders. leaning towards him, you let your lips hover over his, "gladly." 

[aroaceleovaldez]

I refuse to believe Nico is 5.6. He’s like barely five foot, he’s cuddle sized for will’s convenience

I mean, he's not. he's not 5'6". Only like three characters have extremely definitive heights with exact numbers and that's Michael Yew (4'6" [TLO]), Clarisse (5'6" [TLO]), and Tyson ("a little over 6ft tall" [BoO]). Everyone else is comparisons to each other with no exact heights (Jason is one inch taller than Percy, and Nico is 6 inches shorter than Michael Kahale, but we don't know how tall exactly any of them are) or vague approximations (Annabeth used to be taller than Percy but is now shorter, Thalia is approximately the tallest Huntress as of BoO, the Stoll brothers are Generally Tall-ish, Leo can fit into a seven year old's hand-me-downs, etc.)

An important thing to remember with Nico is that he is 14 at absolute maximum in the series. His age range through the series is 10-14. 14 year olds are rarely tall. Average height for a 13 year old boy, aka Nico throughout all of HoO, is ~5'1". In the 1930s, the average height of an adult Italian man was like 5'5"-5'6".

So, with that information, Nico as an adult is unlikely to break 5'6" if even 5'5". He is absolutely not 5'6" at 14, especially since we know he's described as short. Nico probably spent the majority of the first series under 5ft, which would actually explain why Bianca in BoTL noted that Nico had hit a growth spurt, because he was probably newly not 4ft-something anymore. Him being 5'2" in Blood of Olympus would make Michael Kahale 5'8", which is a perfectly reasonable height and does also match with their weight descriptions in the same line.

Anyways please picture the TLO scene of Nico scurrying around after Hades, shouting and waving his arms, with Nico being 5ft even and Hades being like 40ft god mode. Or Nico sassing Kronos but Luke is at least 6ft in comparison. It's really funny.

[the-golden-comet]

Michael: This isn’t a GAME, Tenshi!! You need to come home!

Uriel: I don’t think he can hear us, Mike…

Saraqael: …Is he getting stronger? Damn.

Raphael: YO!! Get your HINEY back to the Heavenly Realms!!

☁️☁️☁️

Itazura: Tenshi! Be careful—!!

Yoji: —Careful my ASS. Ten: Get the fuck back down here—

Itazura: —YOJ.

Yoji: WHAT?! You’re the one who brought him in. Now he’s YOUR responsibility!!

Itazura: And YOU’RE still my bodyguard. So that makes him ours, Yoj.

Yoji: Ohhh Hells, Ita. What have you got us into?

🔥🔥🔥

???: Mmmm….Tenshi, is it? How delectable…

???: dissssgustingly sssweet.

???: All the better on the tongue, dear knave. All the sweeter the screams~

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Amaterasu: The Gift of Raiden is yours, my child. You will be a hero one day.

Oh, Golly…..that’s a lot of responsibility, isn’t it? Mmmm…

Okie dokie….I-I’ll do my best~! ✨

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Headcanons about Angel Lucifer

Howdy guys 😄✨

New year, new headcanons post ^^

This time, it's more about Lucifer when he was in Heaven and about his Archangel brothers

Lucifer and his Archangel brothers were born in the midst of Darkness by the hand of the All-Creator. He is the one who brought the Light by coming into the world, hence his first name Lucifer and his title of Bringer of Light.

Lucifer's full name is Lucifer Samael Venus Morningstar.

Lucifer is the oldest of the Archangels (with Michael who is his twin) but he is also the smallest. But his very small size is matched only by his impressive power, making him the most powerful of the Archangels.

Each Archangel has a very specific role and title:

Lucifer the Bringer of Light; illuminated the Darkness, allowing Heaven to be established and Creation to begin.

Michael the Protector of Heaven; confronted Evil to push it back beyond Limbo, creating Hell.

Raphael the Guide of the Innocents; guides lost souls to Heaven.

Azrael the Judge of Souls; judges souls after their death to let them ascend to Heaven or make them fall into Hell.

Uriel the Voice of Times; can see the Past and the Future, makes prophecies that have always proven true.

Gabriel the Messenger of the Realms; has the right to travel between the Three Realms to transmit messages or Uriel's prophecies.

Each Archangel has a different physique even though they all have six wings like the Seraphim.

Michael and Lucifer are twins so they are physically very close even though Michael is the taller of the two. They are both blond with blue eyes, red cheeks and a very slender figure. Lucifer had golden edge wings and sky blue inside while Michael has royal blue edges and white inside. Lucifer wore a blue and gold edged alb with a star on his chest, just like his halo looked like a crown with a star in the center while Michael wears a alb with royal blue sleeves and gold details on his chest that represent a long sword and his halo is the one in the shape of an arrow, like a helmet to protect his head.

Raphael is the tallest of the Archangels, slender but with a thin figure and matte skin from being outdoors, his hair is brown and often badly combed since he is often outdoors. He wears clothes reminiscent of pilgrims, often having a walking stick in his hand, and wears rings composed from the energy of his brothers on his chest in order to always have them with him. His halo is quite simple with the tip moving like a compass in order to always guide him to Heaven. His wings are the most powerful, with white interiors and earth-colored edges.

Azrael is the darkest of the Archangels, whether by his hair or his black eyes (his pupils are light blue) or his long black coat that he wears constantly since the fall of Lucifer, his hood often pulled down over his head to hide it. Even his wings are black with silver edges. It is not uncommon to see him sharpening his scythe, he himself says that it is the only music he appreciates since Lucifer is no longer there to play the music he loves so much. No one really knows his height since he is always hunched over, as if crushed by grief, but he is uncompromising when it comes to judging a soul.

Uriel is the largest of the Archangels, a little shorter than Raphael and very square. His halo is the most complex, as if composed of several circles that revolve around his head. His alb is composed of pastel colors with blue and purple details with a large golden eye on his chest. His hair, once sky blue, turned white after the fall of Lucifer, always carefully styled so that his face is clear, his white wings having iridescent reflections like soap bubbles and his eyes are purple with golden pupils, always seeming lost in Time, always searching for something.

Gabriel is of average height, quite thin and with a round youthful face with dark blond hair as curly as a cherub's and joyful eyes of a beautiful olive green. His alb is green with white and gold fleur-de-lis details and his halo is the simplest, resembling just a small crown. His wings, reminiscent of those of a dove, have green edges while the inside is gold.

Lucifer's first creation was the Morning Star, hence his name Morningstar, before he created the stars, the constellations and then the Moon and the Sun. Except that when he wanted to continue creating, his ideas were too eccentric according to the Creator Angels.

Gabriel is the youngest of the Archangels, born after the Creation of Heaven and raised by his brothers. It was Lucifer who taught him to fly. He still had the appearance of a child when Lucifer fell into Hell.

Uriel saw the Fall of Lucifer and tried to protect his brother by preventing him from approaching Creation and therefore Lilith… but we all know that he failed.

None of Lucifer's brothers like Lilith. They blame her for their brother's fall even though they all blame themselves for not being there to listen to him.

All the Archangels suffered from the loss of Lucifer:

Michael locked himself away in work, only coming out during major events or to train the Celestial Militia.

Raphael traveled the entirety of Heaven and even sometimes the Earth in the form of a pilgrim, hoping to forget his brother's fate.

Azrael became even darker than he was, isolating himself in Death and regularly losing himself in limbo. Since the fall of Lucifer, he has never smiled again. He seems to be the one who suffer the most.

Uriel is now afraid of the prophecies he sees, knowing that they will come true no matter what Heaven does. He saw the birth of Charlie and the arrival of an Antichrist who will cause a great change for the Three Realms… but the Future of this Antichrist is too vague for him to know if the Future will be positive or negative.

Gabriel tries to be the one who brings happiness to his brothers, as Lucifer did, but he suffers terribly when he hears others accuse his brother of the worst horrors. For him, Lucifer is his beloved big brother, too kind to be the Monster that is described to him.

Michael is the only one (with Gabriel) to see Lucifer regularly even if their meetings are rare and a sign of seriousness.

Lucifer is angry with his brothers for not having supported him during the trial and for having abandoned him. The only one for whom he has no resentment is Gabriel who was too young.

I don't use Archangels much in my fictions in general but they are mentioned in "And there was Light…" and maybe they will be used more later.

I would be curious to have your opinions on Archangels ^^

[eocon-fr]

ᯓ translation of Esteban' interview by La Boîte A Questions ( the Question Box )

Q : Where do you feel better: in the seat of La Boîte A Questions or in the seat of your F1?

Esteban : I think there we should put a little more foam on the back of the seat, there and probably raise the legs a little bit, like that. like that, yeah with a little steering wheel to hold on to. And I think we could do the interview like that.

>Esteban making the buzzer sound

>Title screen

Q : How are you feeling today ?

Esteban : It's crazy to be in La Boîte A Questions ! It's something I've been watching for a long time now, so I'm so happy to be here today !

Q : 3 reasons to follow the 2025 Formula 1 season ?

Esteban : The first is that there are a lot of drivers who change teams. The second is that I am also changing teams. I will drive with Haas F1 Team. And normally it should be the closest Formula 1 season in history [in terms of points]. We keep our fingers crossed that this is the case !

Q : Your first emotional memory with a steering wheel ?

Esteban : It's the first one when I was about 4 and a half, I got in a little go-kart for the first time. I jumped in and the people who were running the go-kart couldn't stop me anymore actually. And I was dodging them like they were cones. It must have been my dad who had to come onto the track to stop me. So yeah that's my first memory.

Q : Did you get your license first time ?

Esteban : I got it first time. I was already testing in Formula 1 at the time but the examiner didn't know and he told me: "you've been the best for a while", so little proud of me !

Q : What is it like to work with Laura Müller, the first female track engineer in F1 ?

Esteban : It's great ! Laura is super motivated. We're getting to know each other of course. She'll be my eagle eyes outside, she'll be able to guide me on the radio. And yeah I can't wait to start the season and she can't wait too so yeah, we're super motivated !

Q : How does it feel to be the tallest driver on the track ?

Esteban : It wasn't always the best thing to be 1m88 in a single-seater. I didn't fit in many single-seaters at the time and now we're lucky to have rules in place so that single-seaters are longer than before.

Q : What is the fastest speed you have ever reached ?

Esteban : It must have been in Mexico and I think it was 375km/h or 377km/h.

Q : In 2023, we asked Depielo [a YouTuber and friend of Esteban] this : How was it to lift your trophy with Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon ?

Depielo answer : Heavy ! It was way too heavy ! What a crazy idea to make a 28 kilo cup. On the other hand, doing this with Pierre Gasly and Esteban Ocon is priceless !

Q : What memories do you have of Squeezie's GP Explorer 2 ?

Esteban : Crazy memory actually ! I think what Squeezie managed to organise was something we never thought possible, it was something motorsport never thought possible in the past. It was a crazy atmosphere like I've never seen to be honest, even in F1 races. It's just an explosive atmosphere and I hope there will be many more.

Q : Your favorite helmet to wear?

Esteban : This was the first helmet my dad made for me. He painted it, it was a replica of Michael Schumacher's helmet. I think it's the helmet that has the most sentimental value actually.

Q : Lewis Hamilton at Ferrari, what did you think ?

Esteban : Great image actually ! And I was lucky to be at the same place on the same day because I was also at the simulator at Ferrari. So there was a crazy atmosphere, people were like crazy. And it's just wonderful to see that there is so much passion for Ferrari, for F1 in the world of course and that it's growing all the time ! And it's clear that having the greatest driver of our generation in the most successful team is just crazy. So yeah, I can't wait to be able to fight on the track with him, that's for sure.

Q : The best song to listen to on a car ride ?

Esteban : I listen to a lot of Polak, yeah PLK. It's the best !

🎧 excerpt from PLK music

Q : Esteban, in the passenger seat, is he annoying ?

Esteban : So I would say that he has a tolerance for danger or for getting too close to certain things that happens very early, let's say. I'm going to make some little remarks!

Q : Your second trophy is for this year ?

Esteban : Don't bring bad luck, but yes, we are working on it in any case ! We will do everything for it !

>Credit

Esteban : I'm so happy now ! See you soon ! Ciao, ciao !

[daandyli0n]

(warnings: blood/mild gore, implied child death (and murder in Cassidy's case), eye contact. maybe also bright colors/eyestrain)

Some Updated Refs For The Afton Family In The Rewrite

(you know the drill, click the images to see details better and whatnot)

hooo boy. give me a minute to ramble about the designs and stuff below -

William:

so. tried to give him both "Eccentric, Goofy Restaurant Owner" and "REALLY Off-Putting" Vibes. hope i succeeded

yes he's hiding a knife behind his back.

bunny features. i Love William with bunny features. if you draw William with Bunny Features ily (platonically)

this man has not gotten a good night's sleep in Years.

now...you may be wondering: Why Do His Kids Get Refs For When They're Older, But Not Him? well...that's because, physically, he doesn't change much besides getting some more gray hairs and worse eye bags in the over a decade between his original murders and his death. and i've already done a ref for what O'Hare/Springtrap looks like in my design

yes, the Unhinged look in his eyes is intentional.

Alex:

gave his younger self a pose that was meant to give off "rebellious teenager" vibes, and his older self a pose that gives off "bitter and anxious" vibes.

gave him long hair. because Yes.

tallest of his siblings.

Michael:

looks like his father, but with a few minor changes: skin is mildly more tanned than his father, hair is a lighter shade of brown, etc.

William based the 1987 uniforms for the guards/employees off of his own usual outfit (Purple. which Backfired).

Mike tried to change his hair a bit to distinguish himself from his father, mostly by dying it a bright red and trying to cut the Bunny Ear-Shaped parts on the top of his hair to be more jagged and less Bunny-Like.

scars on his arm are from where Springtrap grabbed onto him.

Evan:

not much to say. bookworm, sad guy, probably needs to go to therapy for what happened in his childhood.

Elizabeth:

Bunny Features :]

she's basically somewhere between blonde and ginger hair color wise. i'd describe her as a strawberry blonde.

constantly has a wide-eyed look. like a hare.

mismatched socks, just because she could.

ghosts are typically either desaturated or transparent, with the only bright colors on them are usually their eyes or the bloody wounds from their death.

so while it's not shown here, "fun" fact! Liz died from where Harriet (Circus Baby) hugged her hard enough to break not just her spine, but her neck as well. (the hug was so strong due to Harriet malfunctioning that day)

all ghosts who have their souls tied to an animatronic have a mask of that animatronic that they can wear if they wish. Liz's mask is of Harriet.

Cassidy:

my baby boy. my beloved <3

those pants are pajama pants. he wore them everywhere.

while not visible, Cassidy also wears mismatched socks like Liz.

the Fredbear plush was a gift from Henry, given to Cassidy by Charlie.

was blind in one eye after The Bite.

The Bite wasn't as horrible as people think it was. what basically happened was that the teeth bit slightly into his head, which caused the bleeding, as well as some cracking in the skull and brain damage in his frontal lobe. due to the mechanisms in Fredbear being Very hot as well, it caused some burns. nothing that couldn't heal, but...it Was still pretty serious.

while The Bite itself didn't kill Cassidy, he still, as a ghost, appears to have a bleeding section of his head.

the strangulation marks on his neck are more visible as a ghost.

Cassidy, as a spirit, can occasionally leak a mysterious black fluid from his eyes and mouth, which is reflected on his Mask.

Cassidy is transparent as a ghost.

anyway!! here's the guys!!

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