#dear vice president I AM NOT THE REASON NO ONE TRUSTS YOU NO ONE KNOWS WHAT YOU BELIEVE I WILL NOT AQUIVICATE ON MY OPINION I HAVW ALWAYS

[jewishdainix]

I have. Hamulton stuck in my head

[dramalets]

Jen's ultimate rank list

For whatever reason the brain weevils have taken over and I decided I wanted to properly rank every Y series I've watched thus far. Why am I doing this? I really don't know. It just felt like a good use of a dreary Sunday. These will be split by region and I'm not including Western stuff because it doesn't, for me, fit what I think of when I think about a Y or BL series. I've not been analytical about a ranking system, it's mostly based on rewatch factors and how much it stuck with me after it ended. Some dramas I'll rewatch but they're not dramas I'd consider in my top list so just vibes also had to play a factor. (My MDL list isn't to be trusted. Girl, why did you give My Engineer a 9. What were you smoking?)

Thailand

Moonlight Chicken

Be My Favourite

Bad Buddy

Cherry Magic

We Are

Bed Friend

My Only 12%

Not Me

Vice Versa

SOTUS/SOTUS S

My Ride

Dark Blue Kiss

My School President

Theory of Love

A Tale of a 1000 Stars

4Minutes

Last Twilight

Laws of Attraction

Knock Knock, Boys!

Dangerous Romance

Naughty Babe

KinnPorsche

Pit Babe

Only Friends

Wandee GoodDay

Monster Next Door

23.5

The Eclipse

Between Us

The Middleman's love

A Boss & A Babe

Two Worlds

Never Let Me Go

I Told Sunset About You

Together with me

Why R U

My Engineer

This love doesn’t have long beans

Cooking Crush

Love in the air

The Sign

Cupid's Last Wish

My Gear & Your Gown

Star & Sky: Sky in your heart

Only Boo!

The Rebound

Still 2 gether

Tharn Type

Love Sea

Dear Doctor I'm coming for your soul

Cutie Pie

2 Gether

Hidden Agenda

Love By Chance

Venus in the sky

Wedding Plan

Beyond the star

WaterBoyy

Phillipines (Consider any of these tbh)

Just Like in the movies

Marahuyo Project

Gameboys (1,2)

Pearl Next Door (This is a GL but shh)

Hello Stranger (Series & movie)

Meet me outside

Boys' Lockdown

The Day I loved you

Quaranthings

Your Home

Boyband love (Honestly this is terrible don't watch it.)

Taiwan

Unknown

The On1y One

The Nipple Talk

See Your Love

Kiseki Dear To Me

HIStory 3: Trapped

First Note of Love

You Are Mine

We Best Love (2)

We Best Love (1)

Plus & Minus

HIStory 4: Close to you

VIP Only

My Tooth your love

Japan (it must be said that none of these are truly bad. Even the bottom ranked.)

Our Dining Table

Pornographer Series

Old Fashioned Cupcake

Tokyo in April is

What did you eat yesterday (s1,2 & movie)

Ossan’s Love

Perfect Propose

Love is better the second time around

One room angel

My Beautiful Man (1,2 & movie)

Mr Mitsuma’s planned feeding

The Man who defies the world of BL (s1&2 &3)

If it’s with you

Although I love you, and you?

Living with him

I became the main role of a BL drama

Kabe Koji

Mr Unlucky has no choice but to kiss

Cosmetic Playlover

Takura-kun & Amagi-kun

My Personal Weatherman

Candy Colour Paradox

I cannot reach you

Senpai this can’t be love

Love in the air koi

Korea

Love in the big city

Semantic Error

Boys be Brave

Just friends?

Our Dating Sim

Jun & Jun

The Tasty Florida

Where your eyes linger (this put me off K BLs for 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴)

All countries top (no particular order just the tippy toppy faves.)

Moonlight Chicken

Just Like In The Movies

Pornographer series (Particularly Mood Indigo)

Bad Buddy

Be My Favourite

Our Dining Table

Unknown

Game Boys

Marahuyo project

We Are

The On1y One

Love in the big city

The Nipple Talk

If you actually read until this point thank you very much you're clearly amazing. Maybe give this a try for yourself? It was an interesting experiment.

[morningstar-chronicles]

Dear Maddie I am slow to anger but I toe the line As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine I look back on where I failed And in every place I checked The only common thread has been your disrespect Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face I have the honor to be your obedient servant Z dot Rants

Mx. Vice President

I am not the reason no one trusts you

No one knows what you believe

I will not equivocate on my opinion

I have always worn it on my sleeve

Even if I said what you think I said

You would need to cite a more specific grievance

Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Jesus

Hey, I have not been shy

I am just a guy in the public eye

Tryin' a do my best for our republic

I don't wanna fight

But I won't apologize for doing what's right

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

M dot Chron(icles)

[lemontartyellow]

How does Hamilton, an arrogant, immigrant, orphan, bastard, whore son somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy, a man he’s despised since the beginning, just to keep me from winning? I wanna be in the room where it happens, the room where it happens, the room where it happens. You kept me from the room where it happens for the last time. Dear Alexander, I am slow to anger, but I toe the line as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back on where I failed and in every place I checked the only common thread is your disrespect. Now you call me “amoral”, a “dangerous disgrace”, if you got something to say name a time and place, face to face. I have the honor to be your obedient servant. A. Burr. Mr. Vice President I am not the reason no one trusts you, no one knows what you believe. I will not equivocate on my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve. If I said what you think I said you’ll have to cite a more specific grievance. Here’s an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements (Sweet Jesus). Hey I have not been shy I am just a guy in the public eye trying to do my best for our republic. I don’t want to foght, but I won’t apologize for doing what’s right. I have the honor to be your obedient servant. A. Ham. Careful how you proceed good man, intemperate indeed good man, answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed good man. Burr, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it. You stand only for yourself, it’s what you do, I can’t apologize because it’s true. Then stand, Alexander. Weehawken, dawn. Guns, drawn. You’re on. I have the honor to be your obedient servant. A. Ham. A. Burr.

[zeformulaeater]

How does Hamilton An arrogant, immigrant, orphan, bastard, whore's son Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy A man he's despised since the beginning Just to keep me from winning

I wanna be in the room where it happens The room where it happens The room where it happens You've kept me from the room where it happens For the last time

Dear Alexander I am slow to anger but I toe the line As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine I look back on where I failed And in every place I checked The only common thread has been your disrespect Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face I have the honor to be your obedient servant A dot Burr

Mr. Vice President I am not the reason no one trusts you No one knows what you believe I will not equivocate on my opinion I have always worn it on my sleeve Even if I said what you think I said You would need to cite a more specific grievance Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Jesus

Hey, I have not been shy I am just a guy in the public eye Tryin' a do my best for our republic I don't wanna fight But I won't apologize for doing what's right I have the honor to be your obedient servant A dot Ham

Careful how you proceed, good man Intemperate indeed, good man Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet Or prepare to bleed, good man

Burr, your grievance is legitimate I stand by what I said, every bit of it You stand only for yourself, it's what you do I can't apologize because it's true

Then stand Alexander Weehawken, dawn Guns, drawn

You're on

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Ham

A dot Burr

[nagito-komaeda428]

maybe…heres another

how does Hamilton an arrogant immigrant orphan bastard Hason somehow endorsed Thomas Jefferson his enemy a man uses his vice since beginning just to keep me from winning I have I wanna be in the room or it happens. The room where it happens the room where it happens you’ve kept me from the room where it happens from the last time, dear Alexander, I am slow anger, but I told the line as I reckoned with the effects of your life of mine I look back on where I failed and then every place I checked the only common thread has been your disrespect Nelly. Call me immoral, dangerous disgrace if you can if you got some time and place face-to-face I have the honor to be your obedient servant a Mr. vice president I am no one I am not the reason no one trust you no one knows but you believe I will not equivocate for my opinion. I have always worn on my sleeve if I said that you think I said you have to say more suspicious agreements he is an itemized list of 30 years of disagreement sweet Jesus hey I am just sick guy in the pup guy 00 OK I have not been shy. I am just trying to do what’s best for my public. I apologize for saying what’s right I have the honor to be your obedient servant.ham you proceed good man in temperate good man answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to be good man, your grievance is legitimate, but I stand by what I said every bit of it I won’t apologize because it’s true something else I think then stand Alexander Hawkins Don guns drawn, Yon. I have the honor to be your obedient servant, a him a upper.

-ghost

Ohhh, I know that one too.

Why are you doing this?

[nico-the-overlord]

Your Obedient Servant rewrite

How does Hamilton

An arrogant, immigrant, orphan, bastard, whore's son

Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy

A man he's despised since the beginning

Just to gun me from winning

I wanna be in the room where it happens

The room where it happens

The room where it happens

You've kept me from the room where it happens

For the last time

Dear Alexander

I am slow to gun but I toe the line

As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine

I look back on where I failed

And in every place I checked

The only common thread has been your gun

Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace

If you got something to say, name a time and place, gun to gun

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Burr

Mr. Vice President

I am not the reason no one trusts you

No one knows what you believe

I will not gun on my opinion

I have always worn it on my gun

Even if I said what you think I said

You would need to cite a more specific grievance

Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Gun

Hey, I have not been shy

I am just a guy in the public eye

Tryin' a do my best for our gun

I don't wanna fight

But I won't apologize for doing what's right

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Ham

Careful how you gun, good man

Intemperate indeed, good man

Answer for the accusations I gun at your feet

Or prepare to bleed, good man

Burr, your grievance is legitimate

I gun by what I said, every bit of it

You stand only for yourself, it's what you do

I can't apologize because it's true

Then gun Alexander

Weehawken, dawn

Guns, drawn

You're gun

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A gun Ham

A gun Burr

Hamilton, but every other word is “gun”

[disneyanddisneyships]

Hamilton AU anyone?

Lemme know if you want more. Cause... I REALLY wanna write more...

How does Hamilton, an arrogant immigrant, orphan Bastard, whoreson Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy A man he's despised since the beginning Just to keep me from winning?

How could Jack do this? How could an arrogant orphan from Burgess somehow endorse Pitch Black, his enemy, someone he's hated from the beginning, just to keep Hans, Jack's first friend, from winning the election.

To say Hans was angry was a massive understatement. And he was just about to show how angry he could be.

I wanna be in the room where it happens The room where it happens The room where it happens You've kept me from the room where it happens For the last time

Hans always knew that Jack Frost didn't respect him. He had kept him from everything. Hans was done. This time he wouldn't be kept from anything. This time, he would be in the room where everything happens and no one was going to stop him. Hans brought out his pen and wrote a letter to Jack. This is what it said: Dear Jack I am slow to anger, but I toe the line. As I reckon with the effects of your life on mine.

I look back on where I failed, And in every place I checked, the only common thread has been your disrespect.

Now you call me "amoral", A "dangerous disgrace"?

If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

H. Isles

Jack couldn't believe what he was reading. His first friend ever was writing him. Seemingly angry about how Jack had voted.

He knew he had to make things right without changing his mind. So he decided to write back.

Mr. Vice President I am not the reason no one trusts you, No one knows what you believe.

I will not equivocate on my opinion i have always worn it on my sleeve. Even if I said what you think I said you would need to cite a more specific grievance.

Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Hans read on, quite literally a list of all their disagreements over the past 30 years. "Sweet jesus," He muttered before reading on.

Hey, I have not been shy, I am just a guy in the public eye trying to do my best for our republic, I don't wanna fight but I won't apologize for doing what's right.

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

J. Frost

Hans' anger grew. Jack was taunting him. He knew it in his gut. He would no longer stand to be walked over. He would no longer wait.

Careful how you proceed, good man. Intemperate indeed, good man. Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man.

Hans replied. Jack didn't know what to do. He knew where this was going. But he couldn't help it. He was NOT going to change his mind. He did nothing wrong.

Hans, your grievance is legitimate, I stand by what I said, every bit of it!

You stand only for yourself, it's what you do I can't apologize because it's true!

Jack wrote, trying to make it clear.

Hans read. And all he saw was fire. He knew what he had to do.

Then stand, Jackson. Weehawken, dawn Guns drawn

Hans challenged him to a duel.

You're on

Jack agreed. What was he to do? Be marked as a coward and destroy his family's legacy? Tell Elsa that he was a coward? No.

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

J. Frost H. Isles

Casting:

Eliza: Elsa

Angelica: Anna

Peggy: Rapunzel

Burr: Hans

Hamilton: Jack

Washington: North

Laurens: Hiccup

Mulligan: Maui

Lafayette: Eugene/Flynn Rider

James Madison: Bunny

Maria Reynolds: Moana

Jefferson: Pitch Black

I actually made a whole series based on this before I deleted my YouTube channel so... I have the cast down already.

[kazewhara]

Dear Alexander,

I am slow to anger, but I toe the line. 😒

As I reckon with the affects of your life on mine. 🤨

I look back on where I failed, and in every place I checked. The only common thread has been your disrespect. 😕

Now you call me amoral, a dangerous disgrace. If you got something to say, name a time and place, face to face. 🔫😠

I have the honor to be your obedient servant,

A. Burr

-water anon

mr. vice president,

i am not the reason no one trusts you; no one knows what you believe. i will not equivocate on my opinion, i have always worn it on my sleeve.

even if i said what you think i said, you would need to cite a more specific grievance -- here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements.

(sweet jesus--)

hey; i have not been shy, i am just a guy in the public eye tryna do what's best for our republic. i don't wanna fight, but i won't apologize for doin' what's right.

i have the honor to be your obedient servant,

a. ham ☝🏽

[hogwartsconsultingtimelady]

The time has come for me to tell the mayonnaise sandwich story.

Are you ready to know the triumphs and defeats, the epic highs and lows of high school football? Well this is even dumber and more unhinged than that. And also for some reason about basketball? Strap in.

Growing up, I went to the biggest of the bumpkin schools in my area. It was a college town in the middle of rural America, so we had a ton of socioeconomic diversity. Everything from professors to farmers. Every kind of white person. But if you went to my school, you’d mostly remember the staggering number of camouflage print hoddies, Drive Your Tractor to School Day, and the fact that we had to get the first day of deer season off every year because not enough students and teachers would show up to hold class. I say all this to let you know that the accusations leveled against us were only half exaggerated.

Our school was notably good at sports. Our main competiton was larger schools from the closest city, often private schools who could essentially recruit. I can not communicate to you, dear reader, how unfair people thought it was that private (often religious) schools could offer scholarships to the best child athletes in the county and we had to work with whoever stumbled out of the corn field and into a classroom. State sport championships were really all we had going for us, so I don’t begrudge people for getting way too proud of it. But still.

Of course the most important sport was football and our rival for the district title every year was the all boys Catholic school in the city. Their name ended with “Preparatory School” and we always referred to them as “Prep”. They thought we were losers from Nowheresville who rightly shouldn’t have been contenders and we thought they were arrogant trust fund babies with sticks up their flat, khaki-clad asses. All parties involved were correct.

We all grew to buy into this rivalry mostly because it was fun to roast the rich kids. When we played them, our student cheering section would wear Daisy Dukes and other back country costume pieces. (The straw hats had to be bought from a halloween store, but everyone already owned their own work boots.) It was fun, but exaggerated. It was also not helped by what happened next.

One day just before Christmas break, our basketball team beat their basketball team. This caused a man to snap.

A counselor at Prep who also coached track and cross country sent out a mass email to the entire student body and staff. It started off on a high note by making a really lame pun on our school’s name and then segued immediately into blaming the loss on their student cheering section. He said if more students were cheering, they would have won and any students who would rather sit with their parents should “cut the chord and grow a pair”. Furthermore if any student from this all boy’s school wanted to sit with a girlfriend, “she is a needy, selfish, high maintenance pig and you should dump her now.” Either that or transfer to the co-ed Catholic school along with a former student who he shouted out BY NAME. To finish out this section, he called any student who’d rather sit with friends “boy lovers” because this screed against his own mentees wouldn’t be complete without a dash of homophobia (immediately followed by an exaltation of brotherhood. Ironic.)

Then he stopped insulting his own children and turned to us. It was mostly one sentence, but he made it count.

The conclusion of this email was an explanation that the goal should be to make the opposing team and their families as uncomfortable as possible. And that, and I am once again quoting from memory here, they never should have lost to a bunch of “mayonnaise sandwich eating, sister loving, trailer park dwelling, back country clowns”.

Well.

We weren’t about to take that lying down.

Sure, our town had trailer parks, but that doesn’t mean we couldn’t own the joke.

Our cowboy costumed cheering section now brought mayonnaise sandwiches to eat loudly during the game.

Varsity team tee-shirts now printed the list of derogatory descriptors beside our school mascot.

And a restaurant in town put a sign in their window that said “Two-for-one mayonnaise sandwiches. Bring your sister!”

We’re humble people. We never pass up a good meme.

But what of the unhinged counselor who felt the need to gift his students a drunken rant for Christmas? He was suspended for two weeks and then brought back. I checked Prep’s staff directory before making this post to see if he’s still employed today.

He’s their Vice President of Equity and Inclusion.

[splat-dragon]

Dutch damn well thinks Arthur needs to watch his actions and his words, because he’s coming close to being a traitor - if he’s not one already. Sometimes, he thinks he just might be the rat that’s ruined everything. Every time something’s gone wrong - Blackwater, Rhodes, Saint Denis and Lakay and killing Cornwall Arthur was there, spouting his lack of faith and doubts and maybe that was him feeling guilty, or maybe that was some sort of code, alerting the Pinkertons they were planning something.

Arthur, Dutch decides, needs to prove he’s not a traitor, or be dealt with one. And traitors aren’t dealt with kindly in their line of work, Arthur knows that well. He’s dealt with them himself, dumping their carcasses once they finished with them, hunting them down when they fled and finishing them off himself.

How does Hamilton, an arrogant immigrant, orphan

Bastard, whoreson

Somehow endorse Thomas Jefferson, his enemy

A man he's despised since the beginning

Just to keep me from winning?

As Arthur insists (“Insist?” “Yeah. Insist.”) that he let more of his family leave - John, Abigail, Jack and Mary-Beth, all of the other women and then some, Dutch wonders how it’s come to this. How has Arthur, a cocky, orphan - because he’s not really, his father, is he? He was born to Lyle Morgan and he’s seen the pictures, he looks just like the man, has heard the stories and he’s inherited his father’s anger, his mother’s anger and what of Dutch does he have?

 Nothing. Maybe once upon a time he’d have called him Son, but those times are long gone, he’s Lyle’s boy now, not the boy he’d raised with Hosea, a bastard, whoreson because Arthur had told him what his mother had had to do when Lyle had left them for a year to go do who-knows-what - come to side with John?

 John, who he’s hated since the moment he shot the rope of the noose he’d been hanging on. Who he’d tried to insist they send to an orphanage though he knew how awful they were, insisted he’d be better off though the boy had said he’d fled an orphanage and wasn’t going back to one. And from then on he’d hated the boy, grown only to tolerate him even though John had grown to follow him like a puppy to its master though he’d swear he hated him too.

 And then he’d despised him when John betrayed them for the first time (and why had Dutch forgiven him then? Because he was his son? What is a son that abandons you for a year?) and yet he stood with John now, had gone to rescue him with the Adler widow even when Dutch had said “Not yet, not yet, I have a plan.”

  I wanna be in the room where it happens

The room where it happens

The room where it happens

You've kept me from the room where it happens

For the last time

It hasn’t escaped him the sides the camp has been taking. Micah, Cleet and Joe, Javier and Bill. And then Arthur and John, Susan and Pearson and all the rest. Whispering and planning, and he wants to be there, to know what they’re saying, to know what they’re planning, Micah, Cleet and Joe have tried but they clam up when they near and it’s suspicious and he hates it, he’s done everything for these people and they dare whisper behind his back? It’s his job to plan, his job to lead them but Arthur’s split them in two and he can see it happening before his eyes.

  Dear Alexander

I am slow to anger

But I toe the line

As I reckon with the effects

Of your life on mine

I look back on where I failed

And in every place I checked

The only common thread has been your disrespect

Arthur… now that he thinks on it, every time something’s gone wrong, Arthur was there. (Though Arthur is always there, isn’t he? He brings him along like one brings their favorite dog on every hunt, their favorite horse on every ride, but that escapes him as things do so often these days) Spouting his doubts, his lack of faith.

  ‘Let’s not waste any more lives needlessly!’

  ‘Here he goes… Doubting Thomas… is there any plan you ain’t sour on?’

He’d doubted Blackwater, doubted the Braithwaite and Gray con, the Saint Denis bank robbery. And every time he doubted, every time he lacked faith, every time he didn’t throw his all, someone died. Mac and Davey and Jenny, Sean and the Duffy boy, Lenny and Hosea, all because Arthur wouldn’t concede.

 Every time Dutch failed, there was Arthur - the only common thread.

  Now you call me "amoral"

A "dangerous disgrace"

If you've got something to say, name a time and place, face-to-face

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Burr

Arthur has taken to calling him a lot of things - but never to his face. “Dangerous,” was his favorite, though “Insane” and “Unhinged” were close after it, and many others that he heard through the grapevine - he’d heard ‘dangerous’ once, walking passed and only a deep breath, a desperate attempt to keep from reinforcing Arthur’s lies had kept him from confronting the man. Micah had taken to passing on Arthur’s lies, so Dutch would know what was being spread through the camp, telling him what he, Joe and Cleet heard when Arthur thought they weren’t listening.

 He’d never raised Arthur to be a coward, but he’d raised Arthur to not be many things and he’d turned into them so should it surprise him that Arthur had turned yellow-belly and couldn’t insult him to his face?

  Mr. Vice President

I am not the reason no one trusts you

No one knows what you believe

I will not equivocate on my opinion

I have always worn it on my sleeve

Even if I said what you think I said

You would need to cite a more specific grievance

Here's an itemized list of thirty years of disagreements

Sweet Jesus

Arthur will tell you he’s not the reason no one (well, almost no one, there’s some poor, deluded fools left who do) - Dutch is the reason few trust Dutch. No one knows what he believes anymore, what he thinks anymore. He used to be Robin Hood, stealing from the rich to give to the poor, had the motto of ‘shoot fellers as need shooting, save fellers as need saving, feed ‘em as need feeding’. But now he shot those who needed saving and saved those who needed saving and starved those who needed feeding. Robbed the rich and the poor indiscriminately, and Arthur was pretty damn sure he was robbing from their coffers too, and god above and hell below knew they couldn’t afford that.

 He will not sugar coat his stance, will not back down: the women and John need to be set loose, to be set free with enough to give them a new life and if that means those who’re left behind go hungry so be it. The innocents of the gang need to be given a new life, they don’t deserve to be sleeping in the dirt, to be afraid of whatever lurks in the cave that looms over them, to be afraid to sleep for fear of what Cleet and Joe and Micah might do, of being woken by Dutch’s screaming. Maybe he might have hidden his opinion before, back when he could trust Dutch and Hosea to speak it for him but Dutch isn’t Dutch anymore, and if Dutch has a problem he needs to say what it is instead of brewing and growing angrier and angrier.

 Because Dutch damn well has plenty of issues with Arthur, he’ll admit that. They used to be family, once upon a time, but this Dutch ain’t his pa anymore.

  Hey, I have not been shy

I am just a guy in the public eye

Tryna do my best for our republic, I don't wanna fight

But I won't apologize for doing what's right

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Ham

Arthur’s just a man in the gang, just the workhorse and hardly even that anymore now that he can hardly mount his horse without shaking apart. Just trying to do his best for the gang, to get those that deserve better out. The innocents - as innocent as you can be running with them, those that aren’t murderers, that have only picked pockets and killed those that needed killing, the kid and the kid’s family because John is a murderer but not by his own will, he was as fooled as Arthur himself has been and Arthur’s too set in his ways, he’s dying and will be dead before he can get loose if Dutch or Micah or Cleet or Joe or Javier or Bill don’t kill him first, but John’s young and healthy and can start a new life with his family.

 Arthur doesn’t want to fight his family, but he won’t apologize for doing what’s right.

  Careful how you proceed, good man

Intemperate indeed, good man

Answer for the accusations I lay at your feet or prepare to bleed, good man

Dutch damn well thinks Arthur needs to watch his actions and his words, because he’s coming close to being a traitor - if he’s not one already. Sometimes, he thinks he just might be the rat that’s ruined everything. Every time something’s gone wrong - Blackwater, Rhodes, Saint Denis and Lakay and killing Cornwall Arthur was there, spouting his lack of faith and doubts and maybe that was him feeling guilty, or maybe that was some sort of code, alerting the Pinkertons they were planning something.

 Arthur, Dutch decides, needs to prove he’s not a traitor, or be dealt with one. And traitors aren’t dealt with kindly in their line of work, Arthur knows that well. He’s dealt with them himself, dumping their carcasses once they finished with them, hunting them down when they fled and finishing them off himself.

  Burr, your grievance is legitimate

I stand by what I said, every bit of it

You stand only for yourself, it's what you do

I can't apologize because it's true

Dutch’s grievances are legitimate - though maybe not the ones Dutch thinks. He stands by what he said, every bit of it. Dutch stands only for himself, it’s’ what he does. Maybe not what he used to do, back when he was a kid, back when he was growing up and the gang was only three strong, four strong, then six strong, even ten, fifteen strong, even in Colter, or maybe it was, maybe he was just good at hiding it, Arthur doesn’t know anymore, and he won’t apologize because it’s true.

 Dutch stands only for himself, works only for his benefit, and Arthur will stand by that until he dies.

  Then stand, Alexander

Weehawken, dawn

Guns drawn

They stand, guns drawn, in Beaver Hollow. 

 Susan and Arthur aim at Micah.

 Bill, Micah, Cleet and Joe aim at Arthur.

 Susan falls.

 Dutch falters, aims at both.

 John's alive.

 At Arthur and John.

 Javier aims at the sky.

  You're on

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Ham

A dot Burr

Before it all, Arthur had the honor to be his son. And then his work-horse, then the rat, and now he dies, Dutch knowing he’s not the rat.

[buckleyirondad]

 xxix. numb

Beck knew he would win. Even dead, he got the last laugh. He planned this, and Peter hadn’t seen it coming.

Peter was stupidly naive. He let himself believe that he could start leading a somewhat normal life, despite everything that he’d been through. 

New York City and the rest of the world would see the footage. They’d see Spider-Man, a hero they trusted, commence a drone attack on London. They’d witness Beck’s last moments, and believe him to be the hero. It wasn’t real, but the lie was edited seamlessly. It didn’t look fake. Seeing is believing.

Peter narrowed his eyes at the screen, as J. Jonah Jameson kept droning on about Mysterio. Peter hoped this would be his saving grace, the video was released by an untrusted source, perhaps that worked in his favour. However, the world was messed up, and people pretty much believed everything they saw and heard. Peter kept a firm hand wrapped around the lamppost that he was perched on, his knees had already turned to jelly, and he feared the fall. He unconsciously leant back into his defensive position, as his senses spiked. “But that’s not all folks…”  Jameson proclaimed, “Here’s the real blockbuster. Brace yourselves, you might wanna sit down.” Beck flashed back onto the screen, with red-rimmed eyes, and a panicked expression. Peter had to hand it to the illusion, it looked more than real, “Spider-Man’s real…” Beck flinched, looking to the side, adding to the trick that he was hiding from Spider-Man; he turned back to the camera, “Spider-Man’s real name is --” Peter’s heart dropped. This couldn’t happen. If this happened, it was over. Everyone he loved would be in danger. The footage glitched out, and he hoped that was it.  His prayers weren’t answered. Beck came back on, red-faced, with tears in his eyes, sadder than before, as if he were recovering from the betrayal of a friend, “Spider-Man’s name is Peter Parker!”

Peter’s stomach lunged, when the video cut to a picture of him. It was a recent yearbook photo of him smiling. May had a copy at home, so did Pepper. It used to be harmless, and now, it was incriminating.

Peter brought his hands to the side of his head as he exclaimed, “What the fuck?” The sound around him drowned out into a high-pitched squeal. He didn’t panic, scream, or cry. It was too much input. He was feeling so much at once, that he didn’t feel anything at all. His balance faltered, and the next thing he knew,  he toppled off the lamppost, landing with a thump on the concrete below. It should have hurt, but it didn’t; his suit reported three minor fractures in his right leg and a bruised vertebrae, but he didn’t care.  He turned to his side, coughing violently, as air forced its way back into his startled lungs.  He could hear voices, through the continuous ringing in his ears. People were screaming at him, making vile remarks. The words and statements that were said, he would never have the heart to repeat. However, he still didn’t care. “Peter!” Michelle’s panic-stricken voice woke Peter from his dissociation. She was at the epicentre of the forming mob, that meant she was in danger. That, he cared about. He sat up, shuffling away from the crowd, who were attempting to grab him. Michelle broke through, pushing people out of the way, as she chanted his name. She collapsed beside him, taking his arm, “We have to get out of here.”  Peter nodded, as he stood, she quickly secured herself around him.   “Get away from her!” Somebody screamed, dozens of people echoed the same message. Peter ignored them, he made sure Michelle was safe in his grasp and swung away. He flew over the crowd, and charged across rooftops, looking for a space to lay low, for a short while. Michelle buried her face against his shoulder and held onto him for dear life. He landed in an abandoned alleyway. Somewhere they could hide until Happy found them. He’d already sent an alert to Peter’s suit, telling him that he was on his way.   He let go of Michelle, and stumbled to a nearby wall, with an outstretched hand. He clumsily slid down and hugged his knees to his chest. Michelle knelt in front of him, “Hey.” She reached forward and pulled his mask off.  Peter stared at her, as she brushed his loose curls out of his eyes, “It’s not true.”  “Don’t be an idiot.” She nudged his cheek as she sat back, “I know it’s not.” “It looked true.” “The Daily Bugle is shit.” She was rattled by what they’d seen, angry even. Peter couldn’t explain how he felt, and he was starting to think something was wrong with him, “Everyone knows that. It’s fake news.” You’ll see, Peter. People tend to believe…And nowadays…they’ll believe anything. Peter shrugged, as he leaned his head against the wall, “That doesn’t matter.” “If anyone believes that, then they’re dumb….”  “I guess.” The pair sat in silence for a short while; Michelle kept rhythmically drumming her fingers against Peter’s leg, anxiously.  It wasn’t long until Happy’s car swung around the corner, skidding to a sudden halt. He jumped out, panic etched across his face, “Hey!” He bellowed, “Get in!” Michelle helped Peter to his feet, and the pair charged over, clambering into the back of the car.  Michelle, being the responsible person she was, buckled Peter in, and then herself, in the middle seat, so she could hold his hand. If they weren’t in a high-stress situation, she’d probably have some terrifying facts about seat-belt safety.  Happy floored it, getting back onto the main road, as fast as he could, “Are you both okay?” Peter knew Happy meant well, but that question was dumb. “Sorry. Stupid question.”  Michelle leaned forward, “Where are we going?”  “…It’s one of Tony’s old safe houses. Well, apartments. ” He blurted, “May’s already there.” Happy and Michelle kept talking among themselves but Peter drowned them out. All he could think about was the irony of the situation. Edith was an anagram. It was a playful and jokey term that Tony had found amusing, and knew he could use to ease the suffering of whoever used them. Even dead, I’m the hero. It had two meanings now. The second was never Tony’s intention. Tony was dead, and he was a hero. Always would be. Beck was dead, and to the world, he too was a hero. People would be him on the same podium as Tony, and that was truly disturbing.  Peter had cut himself off from reality and he didn’t realise until they were walking.  Michelle’s hand was pressed against his hip, as she helped guide him up the stairs of a crappy dismal apartment complex. 

Happy was a few steps ahead. They stopped outside a high-tec front door, now this was more Tony Stark. He scanned his hand, and as soon as the door clicked open, he ushered them inside.  The apartment was laid out like one of the communal lounges at the Avengers Headquarters. May leapt off the couch, tears in her eyes as she hurried over, “Peter!” She exclaimed, “Michelle.” She pulled the pair into a hug, “Thank God.” She leaned back, pressing a hand against Peter’s cheek, “I’m sorry, sweetheart.” “Um-hm.” Peter pulled away from them, and fell back onto the couch, he mindlessly stared ahead. May caught Michelle’s wrist, “Thank you.” Michelle’s face fell, in confusion,  “For what?” “We saw the footage from …from Times Square….” May stuttered, “Thank you for getting him out of that.” “It’s okay.” Michelle said, “Um, what’s next? What are we gonna do?” “Pepper’s on it.” Happy answered, I’m not sure what that means exactly, but when she says she’s sorting something, she’ll sort it.”  Great, Pepper had been dragged into this. Another two people Peter loved that were now in danger, her and Morgan. Pepper had enough to worry about. She’d lost her husband, not even a year ago, and she had a daughter to look out for.  “Rhodey’s make it priority number one too.” Happy added. Peter brushed a hand over his face, emotions running high. Rhodey was Vice President, surely he had more dire situations to deal with. He was running for office in the new year, and Peter didn’t want to be the reason he lost his chance, “Why?”  Happy’s breath hitched, stumped by Peter’s question, “Huh?” Peter held out his hands, “There’s no point.”  May stepped closer, worry swimming in her eyes, “Peter?” “They know who I am.”  “We’ll deal with this, kid.” Happy said, reassuringly. It was times like this when Peter missed the pessimistic straight-forward Happy, the one who took no shit. He was overly optimistic these days, and Peter didn’t want that. He wanted the truth, and no one was giving it to him. “No, there’s no dealing with it.” Peter argued, “There’s no hiding”.  “We know, honey.” May sympathised, “Hey, Tony did–” “That was his choice.” Peter interrupted, knowing where she was going with her point. Yeah, Tony revealed his identity, but he wasn’t framed for murder on the same day, “This wasn’t mine.” Tony had also confessed to Peter once, that he regretted the choice he made, “It was a secret…for a reason. To keep…” Happy sighed, “We’ll be okay, Pete.” Peter leaned forward, throwing out his arm, “How do you know that?” “I just do.” Peter deflated, folding his arms over his chest, “Well, you’re not the first person who promised me that.. so…I can’t…” Silence fell over the room, they weren’t idiots and realised that he was referring to Tony. Happy stepped into another room when Pepper called.  Michelle kept her eyes locked onto Peter, he could tell she had a thousand things she wanted to say.  She moved her focus onto May, “Is Ned safe?”  Dread shot up Peter’s back, as he slowly became aware of how he was feeling.  “Yeah,” May nodded, “He’s with his parents.”  “Good.” Michelle buried her hand into her pocket and pulled out her phone; Peter could tell it was on silent because it would have blown up with notifications, after the reveal. She scrolled through it as she paced around.  Her mouth twitched in the corner, as a knowing sad smile spread over her face. She walked over to him, “Here.” She held out her phone, wanting him to take it. “What?” She held it closer to his face, “Just look.”  “Okay.” He took it. It was on her Twitter. The trending page to be exact, every single hashtag and headline was about him. Something warm spread across his chest, when he saw what the top results were; #standwithspiderman, #fakenews, #peterparker, #spidermanisinnocent. He ignored the third one, which was #justiceformysterio because it was the only negative trend. The rest were for him. Perhaps people weren’t as terrible as he thought they could be. Beck was wrong about humanity too, it seemed together, humanity can tell truth from fiction. Michelle sat beside him, she took his hand, “I get it, loser.” She said softly, “I do…but you’re wrong. We can fix this.”  Peter nodded, as he squeezed her hand. He kept scrolling through, reading comments. Stories from those who had been saved by Spider-Man; there were multiple video clips, audio recordings and photos. They were testimonies, proof that he was innocent.  He stumbled across a bunch of Twitter threads from his classmates, some from his current year, and some of those who’d survived the blip, and were now in their twenties.  Curiosity got the best of him, and he clicked onto Flash’s profile - ironically, his @ was ‘spideyno1fan.’ There was one tweet that read ‘sPiDeR-MaN’S NaMe iS PeTeR PaRkEr’ and underneath was a picture of the infamous Spongebob meme. The next one was captioned, ‘when you knowingly teased your hero for two years’ attached was a picture of a guy putting on a clown wig.  Peter snorted a quiet laugh, he needed to text Flash when he had the chance, to make sure he wasn’t having a mental breakdown. They were on good terms recently, and he hoped this didn’t taint that. He realised it didn’t when he saw Flash’s most tweet, which was genuinely kind. He had written, ‘parker is a dumbass but he’s no bad guy #standwithspiderman’ and with it, was a photo of the class on the field trip, they were laughing at a joke Peter had made, he couldn’t remember exactly what he’d said, but it was something to do with the crowd of pigeons surrounding them.  Peter moved on to Betty’s profile; her tweet had gained some traction, with almost 100k retweets. It was a picture of them hugging on the field trip, and the caption read, ‘Peter once waited with me, until my parents arrived to pick me up from school. It was dark, and my phone had stopped working. He wanted to make sure I was safe before he left #standwithspiderman' 

Peter’s heart fluttered, when a new notification came through. Liz tweeted, Peter’s first crush and the daughter of his first ‘bad guy.’ She survived the blip and had finished college. Now, she finally knew and understood why Peter ditched her at Homecoming. He clicked on it, afraid that she might resent him for what he did. She didn’t.  Her story was too long for Twitter, so she had typed it on the notes of her phone.  “Back in 2016, Peter Parker was my homecoming date. He is a good friend, and one of the kindest people I’ve ever met. He flaked at the dance, and I thought it was because he was nervous. Now, I know, he left to save the day. He stopped my father, Adrian Toomes, from stealing dangerous high tech weaponry. My dad hurt him, and Peter could have left him to die like other heroes might have, but he didn’t. He saved his life. If that doesn’t tell you what kind of hero Peter is, I don’t know what will.”  Peter brushed tears away with the back of his hand, as his feelings caught up with his mind. He quickly noticed that Rhodey was trending. He feared that Rhodey getting involved might taint his Presidential Campaign but he knew they’d be no stopping him. He clicked on his page, and his heart leapt into his throat when he saw what he’d posted. It was a clip, simply tagged #standwithpeterparker. It was one of their monthly training days, from before the blip; Peter would travel to the Headquarters and spend the day completing tasks set by Tony and Rhodey.

Peter clicked play, and watched, with teary-eyes.  Peter is standing in his suit, without his mask on. He is out of breath, and covered in a thin sheen of sweat, “Are you done?” He asks as he places his hands on his hips. “Incoming!” Tony warns as he tackles Peter in a hug, holding him a few inches off the ground. Rhodey, behind the camera, laughs.  “Ah, Mr. Stark!” Peter chuckles as he taps his hands against his arm. “You’ve gotta stay vigilant, kid.”  Peter rolls his eyes, “A hug is not dangerous.” “Oh, really?” Tony starts to spin him on the spot, they both giggle playfully. “Congrats, Tones!” Rhodey exclaims, “You’re a dad.” Peter noticed, through glazed eyes, that Rhodey had tagged Pepper in the tweet. Peter clicked on her profile, he didn’t expect to see anything. She hadn’t used Twitter in years, and since Tony died, she made an effort to keep a low profile for Morgan’s sake.  To his surprise, she had posted. She hadn’t captioned it or tagged it. The picture itself said a thousand words, no more were needed. It was of Peter and Tony, curled up on the couch. Peter was fast asleep, with his head rested against Tony’s chest, and his knees sprawled across his lap. Tony was twiddling his fingers around Peter’s curls, with the Spider-Man mask draped over his shoulder; Peter remembered the day, it followed one of his toughest patrols where he hadn’t been able to save the life of a young woman. Tony comforted him. He’d seen the picture before, it had been Pepper’s lock screen on her phone. After all these years, it still was. (Her background was Morgan, obviously.) Peter moved, leaning his head against Michelle’s shoulder. She tightened her grasp on his hand, “It’s gonna be alright.”  Peter’s throat cracked, but she was right. They’d find their equilibrium, no matter how crazy their new normal would have to be, “I know.” 

[forthereaderinserts]

Dear Alexander I am slow to anger but I toe the line as I reckon with the effects of your life on mine. I look back on where I failed and in every place I check l, the only common thread has been your disrespect. Now you call me immoral, a dangerous disgrace, if you’ve got something to say name a time and place face to face. I have the honor to be your obedient servant —A dot burr

Mr. Vice President, I am not the reason no one trusts you, no one knows what you believe, I will not equivocate my opinion, I have always worn it on my sleeve even if I said what you think I said you would need to cite a more specific grievance, here’s an itemized list of 30 years of disagreements (sweet Jesus)

Hey, I have not been shy, I am just a guy in the public eye, tryna do my best for our republic, I don't wanna fight but I won't apologize for doing what's right

I have the honor to be your obedient servant

A dot Ham

[callheavens]

mod vice can you please tell us why you like/are interested in raging otori?

A good question, dear observant Anon, a very good question indeed…

In the weeks since your message dropped into our humble inbox due to the tags on this post, I have asked myself the same question. So has Admin Vanguard, who thinks it hilarious and about time I was called out to explain myself on this point. So without further ado, I will present my stance on this matter, in a written defense which I have titled:

Why Vice Likes/ is Interested in Raging Otori: A Rant

The short answer to the question is that I often find myself liking the so-called villain or antagonistic characters. While I may not support what they do were they real people, I am curious about their motivations and backstory. Raging Otori happens to hit all the marks of a character that I find interesting and complex in the universe of Uta no Prince-Sama.

Now, if you want the dirty details and read my ranting, please continue at your own risk. I would love to hear any opinions you may have in the comments!

When an artist or a writer creates or designs a character every aspect of their physical appearance is intentional. The intended purpose of each trait chosen by creator helps tell the story of said character and gives us, the audience or consumers of the story, a quick summary of what to expect from them. In other words, first impressions are important.

Our first glimpse of Raging comes from ‘Crystal Time’ (Season 2, Episode 10) where he appears on a balcony sitting on an ornate throne-like chair and smoking a cigar, a cue to the audience that he has wealth and power. His eyes are obscured by dark tinted glasses. Can we trust him if we can’t see windows to his soul? Not many people wear fur coats and hats nowadays (and we all know what is said about fedoras), so this both signifies his arrogance, egocentricity and eccentricity.

Just look at that stylish hat, coat and the confident smile he wears. He exudes the air of a successful man in the entertainment industry. I am a fan of the rival tropes, where two characters are at the same time polar opposites, but also similar in many ways.As soon as I saw him in the anime, I knew he was going to be a fantastic antagonist and a foil for the equally outlandish Shining Saotome. I was not disappointed. It’s one of the many reasons why I enjoy the fourth season of the anime. Raging is the Big Bad that unknowingly brings HEAVENS and STARISH together during the Triple S concert.

Judging by Eiichi being in his early twenties, Raging is at least in his mid-forties during the the events of the second season onward. He’s been a teen idol, he’s had a successful career in the entertainment world and now the founder and President of the industry’s greatest agency (you can quote Tokiya on that). 

Unsatisfied with his previous accomplishments, Raging Otori continues to seek out more success, though this time it is not him on the stage but his sons and five other young men. He demands from them them same level of perfectionism that he strove for in his youth. As he says in Episode 11 of the 4th season, HEAVENS are “his instruments for revenge.”

On the left we have a young Raging Otori, the idol who sold more than 19 million copies of a song called ‘Love is Dead’ before retiring from the spotlight. Why would he retire if not because he thought he had reached the peak of idolhood? Raging did not expect anyone to surpass him.

Please note how Raging seems to have aged more gracefully than his counterpart, Shining Saotome (Exhibit B).

However, Raging was mistaken and soon after his 19 million records sold record was broken with 20 million by a new upstart idol, Shining Saotome with his song ‘Because of Love.’ This is where their rivalry began. I am certain that it was likely instigated by Raging Otori, who could not entertain the notion that someone had been able to surpass him as the top idol. Raging’s arrogance and animosity is one of the greater driving forces in the latter seasons of Uta no Prince-Sama, and the rivalry between Otori and Saotome is one that I am very curious about. If there was an film or series about these two veteran idols’s back stories, I would watch it in a heartbeat.

Hi, Admin Vanguard here. And since Admin Vice has neglected to mention this, I will…in conversation, she refers to him as Big Daddy. You’re welcome.

Vice: 😅

[itsays]

my thoughts on gmmtv 2022 except it’s late

the three gentlebros : i really like this cast and technically i did enjoy the trailer (bc of the cast) but... it seems boring. the cast almost makes me want to give a chance but i fear this genuinely looks just boring.

umg: yeah i’ll pass.

star and sky: i’ll admit i got excited when i saw joong. cool guy i like him. however... a whole snooze fest. why was the trailer so long like... this is NOT good... just another cheap and boring bl to milk for fanservice and easy money, no thank you. trailer was also super confusing to me like what are you trying to SAY. we need to stop bl fans because they are ruining thai dramas

home school: not this the stranded rip off alkfjsalkfjskfjasl anyways i like how they are using the ROOKIES prim is definetely my favorite of that group! gmmtv so needs to push her more i just love this cast already gun chimon love prim JANE!!! oh this is gonna be so good yall arent ready!! i can already tell this is gonna be the best one of the year

cupid’s last wish: i am confused about the body swapping i dont understand lol... the concept is really weird... if i understand correctly earth’s character falls in love with mix’s character except that’s mix’s sister in that body.... and he is in the sister’s body.... so he fell in love with the sibling inside of the sibling..... that’s a little too weird for me

oops mr superstar hit on me: he’s old enough to be her father... i will destroy everything you’ve ever loved. i love jane but im passing. and the fact that the age gap is part of the story. middle aged men stay away from girls in their early 20s and late teens challenge burn in hell!!!!

my dear donovan: i dont think this is gonna be very good but i love namtan and she was so cute in this aw i might give it a try just for her

the wrap effect: no idea what i just watched god bless<3

the eclipse: it’s giving blacklist so im not very excited... think i’ll pass.

good old days: krist appeared and i blackout.

never let me go: wow they are just giving out dramas to anyone now. who are these two where’s their impact, their talent, their RANGE?? both very mediocre yet you cant give you good actors more roles and opportunities? just the two fanservice guys PLEASE LIKE CHIMON IS A SUPPORTING ROLE AND THESE NOBODIES ARE THE LEADS??? THE DISRESPECT???? OH MY GOD IM SO PISSED i dont really think they have the range. #chimondeservesbetter i’ll admit the story caught my attention so yes i might tune in. in anger.

10 years ticket: ohm and tu are here so i am tuning in. cueste lo que cueste. this looks insanely good tho i screamed I AM SO EXCITED FOR OHM SERIOUS ROLE OH MY GOD GMMTV NEVER LETS HIM SHINE PROPERLY HIM AND TU ARE GONNA KILL THIS I KNOW IT SO EXCITED hehe top 3 dramas of the year #trust

you fight and i love: LOVE MAIN ROLE WHO ELSE SMILED I FINALLY GET TO RECEIVE anyways so cuteeeeee i forget joss is barely 25 in my head he’s 30 and love is like 18 so i thought hm weird age gap but really it’s just like 3 or 4 years so it’s ok, i like this but im worried about the ON SCREEN age gap? she’s... a high schooler? how old is he? why didnt they make her a college student what is their age gap here im worried

midnight motel: this actually looks really fun. TO ME. i will be tuning in hehe

moonlight chicken: this looks better than the other earth x mix drama so yes i will be tuning in.

dirty laundry: i’ll tune in for nanon and film i think

vice versa: eh.... nothing special idk not interested 

ps i hate you: oh you KNOW im gonna be watching this. i think THIS is the drama of the year actually

my school president: dont give a shit

devil sister: i am a little sad they recasted this and for that reason alone i dont feel like watching tbh😭 i wonder what happened to the original...

you are my favorite: mr i am not gay in a bl the joke tells itself

astrophile: not this my ambulance ripoff aslkfjaslkfjaskl THEY EVEN GOT MAI ALKFJAKASKFJAK AND BRIGHT REMEMBER HIM IN MY AMBULANCE? AKSJLKJASFLKA yeah there’s no way im watching this sorry FUCK love triangles

my precious: THE TRIO OH FINALLY NOT TO BE THAT GIRL BUT I AM THAT GIRL i am sorry to say the drama? movie? doesnt look interesting to me. it seems it’s a movie though so yeah whatever i’ll watch it, it wont be more than 2 hours

overall thoughts: 

very underwhelming year it seems. gmmtv needs to invest in quality over quantity for once. 

something positive? ACTRESSES GETTING LEAD ROLES gmmtv has its fair share of token support actresses who are actually so good but are never given any opportunities, jan and love for example, and they both got lead roles this time... it’s a start! 

SHOULD’VE ANNOUNCED FRIEND ZONE 3 BTW

WHY DOES GMMTV HATE CHIMON WHERE ARE HIS FLOWERS HE’S ONE OF THEIR BEST ACTORS

gun was robbed...yet again... saw him a total of one (1) time..... ok.... the best actor under your company

wish kapook had more protagonism i’ve really been looking forward to her lately :(

not enough jane

that’s all i think

[geeky-politics-46]

The Asgardian Candidate

Loki/The West Wing FanFiction Crossover

Chapter 5 - “The Second Debate”

This time Loki was prepared. He wasn't about to make the same mistakes this time. While he still couldn't give a rat's ass about the finer points of policy & legislation, growing up as a prince of Asgard he had overheard enough to have a decent grip on how best to handle foreign affairs.

Once upon a time he had believed diplomacy to be the best path forward, but years of being ignored & undercut by Odin had changed him. Odin always prattled on about the power of being a diplomat first, but Loki knew that wasn't really how Asgard became the revered kingdom it was. Now he knew that in order for him to rule, as was his birth right, he had to take a shrewd & aggressive path.

The Midgardian political pundits had taken to referring to him as a bit of a war hawk. It was a title he didn't particularly mind, but some voters did seem put off by the title. Once he was president he would make them fall in line regardless. He was a god, they could hardly rebel successfully once he had power. He was destined to rule & they couldn’t stop. His army, his throne.

He checked the mirror one final time as everyone began to find their positions to begin the debate. He smoothed his waist coat, straightened his tie, & adjusted the gold clip holding it in place. Lastly he gripped the lapels on his suit jacket, shrugging & rolling his shoulders back & forth, allowing his neck to relax a little & his head to shift lightly side to side. His movement stilled as he exhaled deeply. He flashed his bright smile at himself in the mirror, that was his armor in this battle. Less extravagant than his Asgardian leathers, but much more fitting of his true personality & his opponent.

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On the opposite side of the stage, in the adjacent wings, President Bartlet stood calm & stoic. Despite most of his staff running around like chickens with their heads cut off.

Prior to the presidency Jed had served 3 terms in the House Of Representatives, 2 terms as the governor of New Hampshire, won a Nobel Prize in economics, & raised 3 daughters. If debating or talking made him nervous he would have died of a heart attack long ago.

Loki was just another loud mouth narcissist on an ego trip, Jed was sure of it. His heart wasn't in it, or at least his heart wasn't in it for the right reasons. In Loki Jed saw the same lust for power that had always been present whenever democracy was threatened throughout history. He wasn't interested in leading the country to a better place, or improving the lives of everyday Americans. They were just a means to Loki's end. He was interested in the power of the job title.

Jed missed the days when no matter the differences between political parties & platforms, the goal was always a to make America better. Even though those days were long gone, & both parties decided long ago that it was always better to bring a gun to a knife fight, he wasn't about to let the spirit the founded the country go with it.

Leo came to stand next to Jed. He clasped his hands in front of him & stood in silence with his long time friend. Finally turning to him & saying "You know he's not gonna play clean sir. Not after what he pulled the other day. Are you sure you still want to have this debate? No one would fault you sir. He basically brainwashed & kidnapped the vice president for fucks sake!"

"It's not about how I feel Leo, & it's not about John Hoynes' Stockholm syndrome either. It's about doing the right thing to preserve the honor of the office of the presidency." Jed turned his head to look directly at his Chief of Staff. "As long as I am the President of The United States we will take the high road. Even if the rest of Congress has resorted to wrestling in the mud on the Capitol Hill. The founding fathers thought better of us."

"Cancelling this debate under these circumstances, & when we still have one more, hardly seems like the something the founding fathers would even blink about." Frustration becoming evident in Leo's voice.

"Leo, I said no." Jed said firmly. Leo knew when there was no changing his mind, even when it was the wrong decision. "Now, go peel Josh off of the ceiling & wrangle the rest of the kids. I want them ready to hit the spin room as soon as I'm off stage. Have Josh do the exit polls."

With that President Bartlet turned & stepped out onto the debate stage. The moderator had taken his seat & the countdown had begun. As they shook hands this time Jed's warm smile had been replaced by a firm authoritative stare. He was still the president, & at least for now the well-being of the county was in his hands.

Loki had the smile of a serpent, & a shimmer of ferocity in his eyes as they locked hands. His every mannerism reading as the antithesis to that of the elder statesman across from him. For Jed his act was getting a little old. As they turned to walk to their individual podiums he caught eyes with Leo & made an overexxaggerated eye roll.

The two candidates took their places & the moderator began to speak.

“Good evening, & welcome to the 2nd debate for this year’s U.S. Presidential election. The participants are President Josiah Bartlet, & Mr. Loki Laufeyson. I am Chris Wallace your moderator. The topics this evening will all be pertaining to foreign policy. The format for the debate is as follows, & has been agreed to by both campaigns. Each candidate will make a 2 minute opening statement. The debate will then be divided into 6 segments, each 14 minutes long. At the beginning of each segment I will ask both candidates the same lead-off question & they will each have up to 2 minutes to respond, we will then move into open discussion for the rest of the time allotted. At the end of the debate each candidate will be given 2 minutes to make a closing statement. President Bartlet, you won the coin toss, so you will be the 1st to offer your responses this evening. Your opening statement please.”

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“In an ever changing & growing world, & with the recent discovery of the existence of worlds & species beyond our own, the topic of defense has seen a surge on lists of top voter concerns. As President, how would you address other countries & planets posing a potential threat to the safety of Earth & the United States?”

President Bartlet cleared his throat & began to speak. “The world of today is without a doubt very different than the world I grew up in, but shockingly some things always stay the same. Things are never really black or white, people are never really all bad or all good. In fact bad people cannot be recognized on site, trust me we’ve been trying to figure out how to do that for at least the last 70 years. So in the face of an someone who you don’t know is friend or foe, the best option is always to try to get them to take a seat at the table. Diplomacy is always the first job of a true statesman. While defending our country through a strong well funded military is an important necessity, a proper defense includes more than weapons. It includes funding for science, foreign aid, & open trade policy. You catch more flies with honey than vinegar, & you make more friends with a handshake than a weapon.”

Loki smiled. Of course Bartlet would try to take the high ground, he was just too easy to predict, & he had played right into Loki’s hand. “Growing up in Asgard, we knew the true power our mighty kingdom was capable of. The realms around us were well aware of this too. Not because of the fairness of our laws, or how dedicated we were to our education system. They knew what we were capable of because of the force we displayed for the universe to see. That is the answer. To display the might this country is capable of for the rest of the world & the universe to see. To use that force with ease & fearlessness when called upon to prove that this country is truly worthy. As has been done throughout the history of this great nation. It is rather adorable that you, dear Jed, believe a few kind words & gestures will sooth the anger of those bent on taking what they feel is owed to them. After all an ant has no quarrel with a boot, but nothing it says can change the outcome. Would you rather be positioned as the ant? Or the boot?”

Jed was now beginning to struggle to stay evenly keeled. “Ah well I must be terribly mistaken then, because I seem to remember President Teddy Roosevelt saying ‘Speak softly, & carry a big stick’ not ‘hit everything in a mile wide radius with a big stick then you wont have to bother with the talking’. Guess there must have been a different version on Asgard huh?… & by the way, it’s Mr. President to you.”

“The thing is, Mr. President , it’s the unspoken truth that species crave subjugation. They were made to be ruled. In the end, someone will always kneel. If I am leader we will never be the ones on bended knee.” Loki felt his adrenaline rush through him, as president they would all kneel before him even if by force. Midgardian & alien alike.

“America should never expect, nor should we invite confrontation with evil. A man who spent his life fighting for a cause far more just than superiority once said that ‘The ultimate weakness of violence is that it is a descending spiral. Returning violence with violence only multiples violence, adding deeper darkness to a night already devoid of stars.’ Do you know who said that?” Jed felt as if he was now pleading for people to see reason, to recognize the madness in Loki’s eyes & in his words.

“The words of the past hardly matter when the weight of the future is at your doorstep. On this issue it does seem that there are many people who disagree with your dated beliefs. How lucky for them to have me to vote for.” Loki let out a devious laugh at his own comment.

“The job is President of The United States. Not ‘President of The People Who Agree With Me’. Since I know we are just about out of time I’ll just go ahead & tell you, not that I expect you knew anyway. That quote, was by Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.”

“Okay gentleman. That is time. We are now left we just our closing statements. Each of you will have 2 minutes, beginning with you President Bartlet. That will bring our evening to a close & put the 2nd debate of this presidential election in the books leaving just 1 left to go. Mr. President, your 2 minutes begins now.”

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Jed stood backstage angry & with his heart breaking. Not for himself or his candidacy, but for his country. He already knew what the exit polls from the debate would look like, he didn’t need to wait for a mid-meltdown Josh to come & tell him. As far as the voters would be concerned, he had lost that debate. They would say he looked weak & old next to Loki. Loki was blood thirsty & hellbent on power, but all the voters would see was the way he raged about defending America’s place in the world. Most of them wouldn’t see past the bravado & vitriol far enough to see the danger he posed beneath the surface.

His campaign was already behind coming into the debate thanks to the VP’s surprise announcement that he would now be running as Loki’s VP candidate instead. With Loki’s debate performance added on top of that they would hemorrhaging support if they couldn’t get a new VP candidate & quick. Jed quickly beckoned Leo over & had him call a meeting of all the campaign staff for first thing in the morning. They were now at campaign defcon 1.

After hearing Loki’s words tonight Jed could no longer fight the ominous sinking feeling that this was now about something far more important than re-election. This was about the survival of democracy.