#he's gotta have a name that isn't michael

[valiwrites]

incorrect quotes with f1 drivers & y/n

part 2

: ̗̀➛ including: today's drivers & formal/retired drivers : ̗̀➛ warnings: strong language, ooc drivers (i tried to make it as much accurate as i could), lestappen mentioned

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Lando: Wanna see how bad ass i am?

Lando: *punches the wall*

Lando: ...could someone take me to the hospital

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FIA: swear words are illegal now. If you say one, you'll be fined

Max: Heck

FIA: You're on thin fucking ice

Max: Oh no

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Charles: *narrator voice* Monaco. I'ts a rough burrow but hey, it's home

Y/N: You aren't supposed to say narrator voice Charles-

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Michael: Gues what number i'm thinking of

Niki: Four-twenty?

Michael: No, that's really immature of you. Someone else guess and please take this seriously.

Ayrton: Is it sixty-nine?

Michael: Yeah, it was sixty-nine

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Y/N: I don't get why we need racing training. Racing is just like mario kart except you can't throw shells at people.

Sebastian:

Lewis:

Sebastian: Alright, so you're never racing again.

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Charles: Who knew getting in trouble would be so hard

Carlos: I gotta give you credit, Max. You make it look easy.

Max: Years of practice.

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Lewis: Think you can answer some questions without the usual level of sarcasm?

Y/N: If you can ask the questions without the usual level of stupid.

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Daniel, walking up to a dead body: First of all, big mood.

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Max: If we lose, you’re out of the will.

Sergio: I was in the will?

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Ayrton: I have the sharpest memory here - name one time I forgot something!

Y/N: You left me, Michael, and Alain in a Walmart parking lot at 2am a day ago.

Ayrton: I did that on purpose, try again.

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Lando: We got a free day now. What do you wanna do? Eat? Sleep? Nap? Snack?

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Y/N: There's a mental illness among us...

Carlos: Is it imposter syndrome?

Y/N:

Carlos: That was the funniest joke I have ever made in my life, and I feel like you don't appreciate me enough.

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Y/N: Max, no.

Max: Max, yes.

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Y/N: What’s your name?

Ayrton, whispering to Alain: Can I tell them my real name?

Alain: No!

Ayrton: I’m…Alain.

Alain, whispering to himself: The ONE TIME he gets my name right…

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Oscar: Nice rock.

Charles: Thanks, Max gave it to me.

Max: I threw it at you!

Charles: Isn't he the sweetest?

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Y/N: Helpful grammar tip: “farther” is for physical distance, “further” is for methaphorical distance, and “father” is for emotional distance!

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Lando: *closes a cabinet*

*a crash is heard behind the cabinet door*

Charles: What was that?

Lando: The sound of Oscar's problem.

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Carlos: I really like Eminem.

Lando: I prefer skittles.

Y/N: He's are talking about the rapper.

Lando: Why would he eat the wrapper?

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Max: Come on, I wasn't that drunk last night.

Sebastian: You were flirting with Charles.

Max: So what? He's my boyfriend.

Sebastian: You asked him if he's single.

Max:

Sebastian: And then you cried when he said he isn't.

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[dilf-in-peril]

Notes on the first Raven ROH shoot; or things Raven said about wrestling:

in wrestling you need to be hated or loved, not disliked or liked

a good babyface needs to be able to sell to get sympathy and have a fiery comeback and that's all they need to do

a wrestling match is like edging as you're jerking off, you have to build to the cumshot and not come too early and get a lame orgasm or too late and ruin the whole thing too

if you're a babyface and you don't sell all the way because you want to "stay strong" you're doing it wrong, you gotta hit rock bottom and bleed and drool and puke all over the mat so the comeback looks really impressive

wrestling is not an athletic competition it's a drama. it's a drama. say it again: it's a drama.

wrestling is different from other sport because it's inter-emotional. the fans cheering actually have an influence on the match and they feed their energy into the babyface.

unless you're doing a superman comeback (hulk hogan, ultimate warrior) don't forget to sell during your comeback or you destroy all the selling work you did before and also piss Raven off specifically (and me too)

if you win the match and you forget to sell during the celebration you piss Raven off and me too

after a match you should always be out of breath, doesn't matter if it's a shoot or you're actually fine. you need to be sucking wind by the five minute mark.

"but I'm not actually winded!" — it's a WORK!

if you get really hurt in a match and you don't sell the injury you pretty much need to be put down like a dog

working is what you do between the moves, and what you come up with on the fly

because of everyone trying to be Shawn Michaels but only doing the flips wrestling today (2005) is athletically at a different level but psychology wise it's never been worse [oh, honey, if you knew]. Which sucks but at least it's not the boring lazy matches of the early 80s.

no one in the business now knows how to work, they only know how to perform, and it's only going to get worse because kids these days learn from those guys who don't know how to work so they don't know how to work and eventually no one's left to teach them how to work

don't be too strong in your hope spot or you ruin all the heat - unless you're super over with the crowd and they are chanting your name so loud because you kind of have to give as much as they give you because it's an inter-emotional experience

working used to be making things that don't hurt look like they do hurt so you don't actually have to hurt each other and nowadays (2005) people do hurt each other but make it look like it doesn't hurt. never before have wrestlers taken more bumps and hurt themselves more and yet they're acting like it hurts less than ever before.

japanese strong style isn't "working" because they just shoot hurt each other (compare the punk shoot interview where he says raven told him to stop chopping him cause it hurts)

cruiserweight high flyers who don't sell belong to the mid card while the top of the card belongs to guys like joe and punk

wrestling is the greatest art form in the world. if it's done right there's nothing better and when this is done poorly there's nothing more unbearable to watch; except for when it's so bad it's good

[liquorcooked]

Etched (wolfwood)

Media: Trigun Maximum Pairing: Wolfwood x reader wc: ~2k (?)

an: MORE of my silly bits of writing. tried to merge em together to make them cohesive but alas this is all I have :] enjoy!. it really isn't a fully fleshed out fic by any means because mostly just scnariors I thought of, but pls let me know what yall think

some tags: hurt/comfort, past-torture, care, the eye of michael is a little shit, I'm going to curb stomp chapel, branding, scars, I LOVE WW

They caught you in the night.

One moment you were with Vash and Wolfwood, setting up camp outside a crumbling town whose name you never caught, and the next you woke in a place that didn’t smell like dust or wind or oil, but antiseptic and metal. Too clean. Too white. It made your skin crawl before you even saw the mask.

You counted hours by the number of times Chapel came in.

He didn’t hide his face. No—he wanted you to see him. Wanted you to know the face of what was about to be done. He said it was for your own good. That you’d understand in time. That he was doing what Nicholas never had the strength to finish. All that Eye of Michael propaganda, scripture twisted and sharpened into blade edges.

You remember the sound of your own blood dripping on the floor before you remember how long you were gone. Hours. Days. Maybe weeks. Time bled in and out the way the wounds on your side did—slow, sticky, without end. Pain had become a rhythm. A prayer. One you chanted in silence while they tried to make you speak.

You never screamed. Not once.

You’d promised yourself you wouldn’t. Screaming was surrender. Screaming was for victims.

So you lay there, breathing shallow, muscles clenched tight, as Chapel carved the edge of a blade along your ribs and murmured doctrine like it was a lullaby. Sometimes he smiled. Sometimes he didn’t. The silence between words was the worst part—it meant he was thinking.

“You care for him, don’t you?” he asked once, brushing a gloved finger along your jaw. “Nicholas. You love him.”

You turned your head and spat in his face.

He laughed as he wiped it off. “Then let’s make sure he remembers you.”

He brought out the iron brand. Shaped not like a religious cross but like his cross—the Punisher. The one Nicholas D. Wolfwood carried on his back like a burden, like a confession, like a legacy soaked in regret. They’d studied it. Modeled the mark perfectly. You remember the shape of it pressed against your side—the long steel shaft and wide-barred arms that mimicked the weapon you had watched him wield a hundred times.

You didn’t scream when they branded you with the Punisher.

But later, when they were gone, you cried into the table straps. Not from the pain.

But because you knew what it meant.

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When the rescue came, it was gunfire first. You heard Vash’s voice, strained and sharp, cracking with fury you’d never known he could carry. Then came Wolfwood’s—lower, louder, a storm trying to fight back the flood.

You were half-conscious when he kicked down the door. You remember the shape of him in silhouette—the Punisher in his hands, the outline of his coat, the fire in his eyes.

He didn’t ask if you were okay.

He just dropped the weapon and crossed the room in three long strides, dropping to his knees beside the table, cutting the straps with hands that shook more than they should have.

“I got you,” he said, voice cracking on the last word. “I got you. Hey. Hey, come on. You gotta open your eyes. Please. Please, don’t do this to me.”

When you slipped into unconsciousness again, it was with the feel of his arms under you, his breath in your hair, and the tremble in his chest where he held you too close.

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You woke up in a bed that wasn’t yours, wrapped in bandages that stuck to open wounds. Your mouth was dry. Your side burned like it had caught fire and hadn’t quite gone out.

Vash was there.

He sat on a chair near the window, legs pulled up like a kid, arms braced on his knees. When your eyes fluttered open, he didn’t rush you. Just looked at you with red-rimmed eyes and said quietly, “You’re safe.”

You didn’t feel safe.

But the words settled into you anyway, like a coin dropped in a dry well.

“How long?” you asked, throat hoarse.

“Three days since we found you. We had to sedate you. Your body…” He hesitated. “You weren’t just hurt. You were worked over. I'm sorry...”

You turned your head away. “He was trying to get to Nick.”

Vash didn’t answer right away. When he did, his voice was soft. “He hasn’t left the hallway since we got here, he's been waiting.”

You didn’t reply.

Because part of you didn’t want him to see you like this.

Not broken. Not like this.

You refused to look at your wound the first time Vash changed the bandages. You could feel it—a deep, raised welt on your ribs, in the unmistakable shape of the Punisher. The gauze stuck to it. You bit your tongue to keep from crying out.

Vash’s hands paused when he saw the shape. He didn’t say anything, but his breath hitched. You saw it in his face—recognition. Horror. Pity. You turned your face toward the wall and let your mind go somewhere else while he cleaned the blood away. How cruel. “God, they…” You turned your head away, ashamed even though you knew you shouldn’t be.

Vash didn’t finish the thought. He just swallowed hard, then wrapped you back up with hands that trembled more than he wanted you to notice.

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Wolfwood came in the next night. The room was dim, lit only by a bedside lamp. You were sitting up, supported by a pillow, and staring at nothing.

He looked like shit.

Hollowed out. Jacket wrinkled, eyes bloodshot, stubble unshaved. But when he saw you sitting up, eyes open, something in him cracked. He said your name once, quiet. Almost afraid.

He fell to his knees beside the bed, and reached for your hand. Stopped just short. His breath caught. His eyes went to the gauze on your side.

“I can’t…” His voice broke. “I can’t fix this. I can’t make it right.”

You looked at him—really looked—and for a moment, the grief between you was a living thing. “You saw it,” you said. Your voice didn’t sound like your own.

He nodded.

He looks like you stabbed him.

You think maybe you did.

“They… branded you with... me.” His voice dropped to a whisper, eyes flicking to your side. “My goddamn cross.”

You nodded slowly, throat tight. “Yeah. Figured you’d haunt me either way.”

That earned a broken laugh—painful, like it hurt him to even make sound.

“They wanted me to hate you,” you said, voice raspy. “Said you’d never want me after this.”

He stared at you, silent.

"They said you grew soft. You trusted people too much, that loving me made you weak."

Then: “They’re wrong.”

You looked away. “I’m not the same. I’m not—clean. Not untouched. They took things I can’t—”

“I don’t love you because you’re clean,” he interrupted. “I love you because you’re you. Scars and all.”

You blinked at him.

His hand found yours, tentative at first. Then firm.

“I don’t care how much they cut. You’re still here. You lived. And I—God, I’d trade everything to have gotten there sooner.”

You squeezed his fingers. It was all you could do. He doesn’t speak. But his hand moves — slow — and reaches for yours. You let him take it. His fingers curl around yours like a lifeline.

“I’d burn them all,” he says hoarsely. “I’d burn the world if it meant they’d never touch you again.”

“I know.”

The wind whistles. Somewhere, a door creaks.

“I can’t undo it,” he says. “I can’t take it back.”

“I don’t want you to.”

He flinches. You lift his hand. Press it gently to the bandaged cross on your ribs.

“I’d rather carry you like this… than forget you at all.”

His shoulders shake. Just once.

And then he leans forward, forehead to yours, breath warm and raw, pressing his lips to yours like a vow, gently letting his hand rest below your rib, next to the wound.

It was a part of you. And that meant he loved it too.

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It took time to heal.

The physical wounds came first. The brand scabbed, scarred, then settled into your skin like it had always been there. Raised, red, permanent. You started sleeping through the night again, though you still woke sweating sometimes, chest tight, heart racing.

The psychological wounds took longer.

There were days you couldn’t bear to be touched. Times you curled away from the hand that used to bring you comfort. Times Wolfwood sat beside you in silence and didn’t ask for anything, not even your eyes.

But he never left. He never looked away from your pain, even when you flinched. Even when you pushed. And slowly, quietly, something began to mend.

The first time you let him see the brand without flinching, he didn’t say a word.

You were changing your bandages in the mirror, fingers clumsy on the wrap. The cloth slipped and the scar was exposed—angry and red, shaped unmistakably like the Punisher.

Wolfwood stepped into the doorway. Froze.

You didn’t cover it. You just turned your head and met his gaze.

“It still hurts,” you admitted. “But not as much.”

He crossed the room and cupped your cheek gently, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth.

“They tried to turn you into a message,” he said, voice low, “but all I see when I look at you is the person I couldn’t live without.”

Your throat tightened.

“I don’t want to be marked by this.”

“You’re not,” he whispered. “You’re marked by me. And I’ll carry that too.”

[thelilylav]

Y'know what? Fuck it (gives u guys a list of poc artists to listen to cause the white ppl on the music side of tumblr have been embarassing me)

List is under the cut, and warning bc I made it very long

Rock:

Los Abuelos De La Nada

Gesu No Kiwami Otobe

Chuck Berry

Ben E. King

Los Prisoneros

Ahmed Fakroun (ok this one's french art rock but in my book it still counts)

Burnout Syndromes (been fucking w them since I got into Haikyuu lmao)

Infinity Song (their hater song genuinely gets me every time LMAO)

People in the Box

N.E.R.D (my god if u don't know them.. idk dude my brother has been obsessed w them for forever so i just was not getting away regardless lol)

Punk/Punk Rock (& other punk subgenres):

Nova Twins (u must listen to them it's just the way it's gotta be guys)

Rina Sawayama (her hatred of Matty Healy is so attractive. i cannot believe i found her two years ago cause i still remember i would not shut up when i first heard her music it was so good)

BABYMETAL (the way their band name just straight up screams at people gets me every time lmaooo)

Indie:

The Younger Lovers

Mashrou Leila

Stella Jang

Shak SYrn (Jenni is on repeat in my room at any given moment)

Steve Lacy (if u listen to more than just Bad Habit u will find an actuall amazing discography)

Jenny Nuo (i have been OBSESSED w her music since like 2021 ish and it is a crime she hasn't blown up more imo)

Nujabes

Hemlocke Springs (oooo i hate that she does not get more love!!! synth pop and alt indie is such a fun niche like!!!)

Lyn Lapid (in my head she's huge but i have recently learned that artists i think r super popular may be unknown to an entire genre of ppl soo)

Megagonefree (found them on ig and omg!! PLS go check them out genuinely)

boa (i am once again shaming u if u don't know them)

Wallice

JAZZ (in all caps bc I fucking LOVE jazz no it's not dead go listen to jazz rn motherfuckers):

Idris Muhammad

Esperanza Spalding

Joanna Wang (ok she does pop and folk music too but idk she felt most appropriate here)

SAMARA JOY (put. some. respect. on. her. name. i would actually go to war for her i am not kidding. also this is in all caps bc MY MOM GOT TO SEE HER LIVE??? AND SHE DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHO SHE WAS PLS I WAS SO MAD OMGGG but i've been promised tickets next time so we're good)

Sade (my og one and only)

Funk:

Fadoul

George Clinton (i mean he's just a classic yknow)

Parliament (Give Up the Funk can make me dance like no other i swear)

Stevie Wonder (i mean.. like if we're on the topic of classics anyway then...)

Michael Jackson/The Jackson 5 (moreso his earlier stuff if my memory isn't lying to me.. look it's been a second since i listened to mj IM SORRY i am a busy person ok TT)

R&B:

Valerie June

Maxine Nightingale (if u don't listen to her... how do u have fun? actual question i put her on every time i need to feel happy atp)

Boney. M (technically they're reggae but they also count as R&B so idk.. i'm just putting them here if anyone wants me to move them later i will)

Amahla (Ca Suffit was so good and got me to check out the rest of her music, YOU SHOULD TOO!!)

Mary J Blige (not to judge but like... if u don't know THE queen then idk how to help you tbh)

SZA (wouldn't be a list without her in it tbh. i'm in love w her not even joking abt that)

Kali Uchis (to this day i cannot believe i saw her live i'm truly never getting a better moment than that omggg i have such a big crush on her anyway)

Aupinard (if ever u need to just vibe, this is the man u go to.)

Wejdene (TU PARLES AVEC UNE ANISSA MA MOI J'APPELLE WEJDENE- she's been my day 1 since i was like thirteen i can't even lie)

Annisse (just found out she only has like ~500 listeners on spotify??? apparently i'm one of them tho lmao so yeah go get that number up guys i love her too much for this disrespect)

Sister Sledge

Cheryl Lynn

Reggae:

Daddy Yankee (he's an honourable mention cause i couldn't not lmao)

Skindred (they're a reggae/metal fusion band and i will shut up abt them when i'm dead bc Nobody rewired my brain chemistry!!)

Manu Chao

Toquinho (i was so convinced this man was bossa nova but apparently he is reggae and i need to do some music theory review)

Folk:

Sushi Soucy (oh the things I Deserve to Bleed had me going thru in 2020/2021)

Miriam Makeba (Pata Pata should be enough to get anyone listening to her, just saying)

Lead Belly (do urself a favour and do some research on this man, i'm not kidding even if u don't like folk music u should know abt him- ESPECIALLY if u like Nirvana that'll make sense later trust)

Pop:

Corinne Bailey Rae (she has so much good music that gets ignored bc of Put Your Records On so.. yeah go listen to Black Rainbows she's only gotten better as time goes on lol)

Dru (he is for any person who likes ke$ha. i'm so serious he is early 2000s in a bottle and i love his music ur rlly missing out if u ignore him)

Monique Hasbun (found her recently! she's a Palestinian, Mexican and Salvadorian artist who plays around with Latin pop and does a lot of fusion music. she's dope go listen to her fr)

Mohammad Assaf (he made the Palestine song that's been going around ig a lot, but his other stuff is great as well. he's another Palestinian artist, so once again, go check him out!!)

Pinkpanthress (i LOVE her she's so much fun to just vibe to and idk how anyone couldn't have heard of her atp but then again this is the sight that didn't know who drake was so... sigh. go listen to her if u don't already!!)

Aliyah's Interlude (BROOO if u haven't heard of her actually go listen rn i'm so serious she is so good i can'ttttt ok bye)

Veondre (had a collab w Aliyah on It Girl and is gonna be releasing her own music very soon! she's trans too so go give her some love)

Shalco (wasn't sure whether to put him here or in hip hop, but his stuff is very very good either way)

Ado (she's j-pop but it's a form of pop so into the pop category she goes)

Moon (she's got two songs out rn, Moonlight and Seoul City Drift, and both r going on loop in my head at all times)

Jay Chou (call me a basic bitch idc he's good ok)

Atarashii Gakko! (i wouldn't say they're j-pop, but google did, so i'm just going w it lol)

flowerovlove (just trust me on this one)

El Tio Gamboin (Los Gatitos is such a cute song)

Grace Chang (see note for Jay Chou)

King Gnu (for all my j-pop lovers... come get ur man)

Salsa:

Lalo Rodriguez (included this genre specifically so i could mention him)

Adalberto Santiago

Roberto Roena (he's a classic i can't lie)

Hector Lavoe (i think he might be the most popular one in this genre lol)

City Pop (this is its own genre bc i literally did a presentation in high school abt it and i'll be damned if i don't flex my knowledge now):

Mariya Takeuchi

Miki Matsubara (my QUEEN my everything my-)

Anri

Taeko Onuki (one of my most listened to artists last yr for a Reason)

Kaoru Akimoto

Kingo Hamada

Jun Togawa

Bossa Nova:

Joao Gilberto (ooo he gets me every time i fucking love this man)

Elizeth Cardoso

Johnny Alf (forgot this man the first time around my bad BUT he's called the father of bossa nova for a reason so)

Hip Hop:

Flyana Boss (they're sooooo good i actually can't gush enough i have never felt so girlypop listening to music before go listen to them!! found the duo through ig so yeah if u want go follow them on there too to show support)

Lil Uzi Vert (for any emo lovers, go check out his song Werewolf with Bring Me the Horizon it is SO GOOD)

Samyra (she's slowly curing my body dysmorphia lol)

Yame (there's an accent on the e but idk how to do that on tumblr. anyway my ass loves french rap and before him i was stuck with klub des loosers so he saved my faith in the genre i can't even lie)

Lay Bankz (u cannot be chronically online and not have heard Ick yet, but i'm repping her regardless bc SHE'S SO GOOD)

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie (HEAR ME OUT-)

Kaliii (Area Codes was one of my most listened to songs last year... as it should be tbh)

Miguel (he does R&B too i just first listened to him bc of his collab w J.Cole sooo)

Tyler the Creator (putting him on here just to brag abt getting to see him in concert lmao)

XXXTentacion (he has been mourned and talked abt an insane amount, but he deserves it i'm not even gonna joke on this one. his artistry is insane and he deserves some love if u haven't listened to him yet)

Kendrick Lamar (i mean i've been reblogging stuff abt him enough. Mr. Morale was actually the album that made me start Listening listening to him and i'm honestly glad it was bc that album is still my favourite to this day if i'm being totally honest)

Renaissauce (criminally and i do mean CRIMINALLY underrated)

[sunny-reacts-to-stuff]

tma 68 "the tale of a field hospital"

Disease, war, open wounds, unsanitary, illness, undead, insects (flies)

idk what to expect for this one

ohh, books?

"that's why you're the magnus institute :D"

aww he is a fan :>

THEIR STATEMENTS LEAKED?

"bad acid trips and liars" sounds like a mcr song. call gerard in.

i fw this guy

nevermind he has fallen for antisemistic propaganda

FIRE

"he looks like a gus or an al." wow. jon is about to LOVE you.

OLD BOOKS. WAIT.

no one knew any of that i can assure you

PIPES IN THEIR MOUTH WAIT

AMHERST MENTION!

he did what

okay so! what the fuck

i forgot how long the victorian period was

okay so we have ourselves a guy that's dressed on a brown suit, appears in times of conflict, and has pipes and can also be set on fire and "take ill" and just smells weird and mmm

i wonder if he is just an entity or if he has anything to do with the death cheaters

okay this guy is just an infecter okay

he is a walking infection

amherst is a village close to boston and nathaniel thorp cheated death there

i love that latin phrase

he just loves killing

i wonder if the book was infected

well. found death two days after. there you have it folks.

guys i need you to stop jumping to strictly it/its pronouns once you realize these things aren't exactly humans. where's the fun in that. i say we she/they/it/neopronounfy amherst.

JEFFREY AMHERST DID WHAT

man.

man.

OH THAT'S WHY THE TOWN IS NAMED AMHERST

crazy that they didn't rename it

"For this reason, there have been occasional ad hoc movements to rename the town" okay at least you are trying

yeah that's a monster all right

SUPPLEMENT

YOU DID WHAT YOU FUCKER

KEEP CALM JON YOU ARE BRITISH IT SHOULD BE EASY

SASHA SHUT UP

i gotta give it to not!sasha she is a pretty good liar

isn't it suspicious to you that the only person who had not yet gone to the tunnels managed to find the exit easy peasy while you who have been there like 5 times struggled and got lost

far too tall. got it. i don't know if this means that michael is crossdressing or what.

[imqueerandadeer]

Nothing's New By me! imqueerandadeer!!!

Will Solace Week day 7!! Will in an AU

AO3 link here

Chapter one also under the cut!

@willsolaceweek

@pansgoobernonsense thank you for editing this for me :3

THIS IS ANGST BTW AND THERE IS A MAJIOR CHARACTER DEATH

Will was sick of it. What felt like the same day over and over, and over again. The same interactions, the same… everything.

Wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, clock in at the infirmary, eat dinner, cry, go to bed, and repeat. Wake up, eat breakfast, brush teeth, clock in at the infirmary, eat dinner, cry, go to bed, and repeat. Wake up, ea- you get the gist.

The fucking monotony of it all, how he longed for somthing different, something—anything new. Yet nothing changed, as much as he hoped and prayed, it was the same old routine: rinse and repeat.

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The sun cast rays directly onto Will’s eyes through the blinds, but that was not what woke him up.

Rather, it was Kayla barging into the cabin.

“WILLIAM ANDREW SOLACE,” she roared, so loudly that Will fell out of bed with a loud crash.

“Gah! What the- the fuck do you want, Kayla?!” Will yelled back, grumbling as he stood up.

“Why in the gods’ names were you late to your shift today?” Kayla demands as she taps her foot on the ground.

Wait, he was late? That’s impossible. He was the most punctual in camp, which isn't that hard, seeing as the camp had two adults and a lot of teenagers. But still.

“Must’ve slept through the wake-up call, sorry Kayla,” Will stands to his full height and stretches, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Sorry doesn't cut it, you need to get your ass down to the infirmary before I curse you to sing show tunes for a week,” Kayla sticks a finger out gesticulating wildly before storming out.

Will is now acutely aware he’s only in his boxers and a tank top, no binder. A wave of dysphoria crashes onto him.

Ahh fuck gotta hurry this up before it gets worse he thinks to himself as he quickly gets dressed.

Haphazardly, he throws on this binder, his ratty Camp Half Blood shirt, cargo pants, and socks.

Then he rushes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face. He catches a glimpse of the clock. 1:40 pm. One. 40. PM. Jesus Christ, he really did sleep in. He spits into the basin of the sink and splashes some water on his face.

Quickly, he ties up his Converse—well, not really.

He grabs his cloth messenger bag from the end of his bed, on the army green cloth, you can still see in faded Sharpie the name “Michael Yew” printed in semi-neat handwriting.

Will makes his way towards the infirmary, shouting things like “Sorry!” and “Excuse me!” as he rushes past less than pleased campers—although they're used to it by now.

The son of Apollo bursts through the infirmary door, panting for breath. “I’m here,” he gasps, placing his hand on his knees to catch his breath.

Everyone's looking at him as he slowly stands up fully, still breathing heavily. Some are smiling sheepishly at him. Kayla, on the other hand, is giving him a death glare. After a long, awkward moment, everyone goes back to what they were doing.

Will sets his bag down and hurries towards Kayla.“What do you need me to do?” he asks, trying to sound as non annoying as possible. Although it probably wouldn’t help, considering how pissed Kayla looked.

“Go help Drew, she sprained her wrist,” Kayla grumbles, not looking up from her clipboard. Well, at least she’s not yelling at Will. Yet.

“Ugh, do I have to? Why can’t you??” Will groans, picking up Ace bandages and an ice pack.

“I’m busy. Yet another camper got injured trying to impress Percy.” Kayla looks up from her clipboard to give Will the nastiest stink eye he’s ever seen. But he knows she doesn’t really mean it. Hopefully.

“Fineee.” Will sighs, rolling his eyes “Heyyy, Drew,” Will shimmies over to where Drew is lying down, putting on a fake voice and a faker smile. “How you been?”

“Would you please just cut the pleasantries and wrap my wrist,” Drew hissed, half in pain and half in annoyance.

“So that’s what I get for trying to be nice?” Will grins, unrolling the bandages and beginning to wrap Drew’s wrist like he’d practiced so many times before.

As he’s finishing up, he spots Nico on the other side of the infirmary, talking to his younger sibling. Will takes a good look at the son of Hades, like he’s trying to remember every detail about him. The way his face scrunches up, the scars on his face, the way his jet black hair sits, even the things Nico is self-conscious about, like the dark circles under his eyes. And Will, of course, notices his smile, the very same that makes his heart stop.

Will approaches.

Nico turns, his eyes lighting up upon seeing Will. He opens his mouth to say something, before he’s interrupted by a loud slamming noise. It’s Percy, running into the infirmary, sword in hand and looking panicked. When Percy Jackson looked worried, you needed to be worried too. “The camp, monsters, under attack,” Percy shouts, out of breath. He’s covered in cuts and a few bruises—apparently, he got the brunt of the invading forces.

No. Not this again. Not again.

Will turns back to Nico, a cold sweat trickling down his face. He knows exactly what’s going to happen. Again. Yet again.

And he knows that Nico knows too.

Oh. Gods, no.

The infirmary exploded in shouts and screams and people standing up to grab their weapons. In the chaos, Will couldn’t do anything. He wanted to stop Nico, but his voice betrayed him.

“Please be safe.” He whispers, more of a prayer to whatever god may be listening than a plea to Nico.

“I will be, I promise.” Nico replies, hurrying over to kiss Will on the cheek before running out with Percy.

It all happened so fast, a horde of monsters, a slow reaction speed. That's what happened. The medical team scrambles around them, the smell of alcohol stings his nose, a smell that Will always liked–tainted.

Someone shakes their head “I’m sorry Will, he’s gone.” It feels as if the whole world has shattered.

Will’s sobs ring throughout camp. Rattling in his chest. Cradling Nico's head in his lap. Hands shaking. The day the son of Hades died. Someone has to pull him away. He doesn't know who, all he knows is tears are streaming down his face. And all he sees is Nico’s dead body.

All Will can think is “How is this fair?? Nico should’ve been safe! He’s the son of Hades! He should've been safe! How could Nico have been so careless??"

He’s dragged back to his cabin, against his will. He can save Nico, he knows it. He can’t though. He knows that too. And he can’t do anything but sob himself to sleep.

[ieetbeez]

[ Ed Last Name Headcannons !?]

A/N Hey guys!!! None of my real fics are ready yet but I felt like posting something! So I'm tapping into the mind of my 3rd favorite capcom blonde white boy because he also deserves some love. Again, none of these are romantic but idk if I feel like it or literally anyone asks I'll write them. This is like super unserious like the last one!

Also for my folks in America, OHHHHH WE'RE COOKED.

[CW] None, I guess general violence but wtv.

He is one huge corn ball, like he must've been injected with corn syrup in shadaloo's lab or something.

It's not that he's unfunny but he's so dry, if you do manage to get to a point with him where he isn't yelling at you all the time and he's telling jokes, they’re more often than not, technically horrible.

I mean it's not really his fault, being a test tube baby and all... though I'm probably biased cause I think he's cute but he's charming enough to make it work.

Don't call him a test tube baby though, that shit pisses him off.

Many things piss him off, here's a short list of that:

AJR, Dance Monkey, tangled headphones, Michael Cera, price stickers that don't rip off completely, dirty finger nails, twitter, overly cheerful people (Luke), long sleeved shirts that cut off below the wrist, waiting rooms, sherpa jackets, Mr. Beast, Love Island, Big Phrama.

WWE is his guilty pleasure, he doesn't keep up with every installment of RAW/Smackdown but when he gets the time. Watched it a lot more when travelling with Balrog.

Doesn't miss any pay-per-view events though, his favorite would either be hell in a cell or royal rumble.

He’ll never admit it though. He’ll be all like “Ugh no, why would I be into that crap? It’s not even real.” Then his ringtone is the hardy boys entrance theme.

His favorite wrestler is Jeff Hardy.

Not a self-conscious guy, I mean look at him he wears a big ass chain and no shirt, but easy to fluster.

Gets defensive about not wearing a shirt. Avatar could be like "Why aren't you wearing a shirt?" He'll then squint at you and say "Why... Aren't you minding your damn business?"

I don't think this guy eats any real food.

Call him JD the way he knows his way around a 7/11. Blue raspberry guy all the way.

“Tch” is part of his daily vocabulary, can’t go a day without it.

He's such a little brother to Falke, it makes you wonder who had that gay side part first.

Doesn't know wtf a sanrio is but if you (Avatar?) were to introduce him to it his fav would be Hangyodon.

"No, I don't have a favorite 'san-rio' character, what the fuck even is that? Why're you showing me this?" He asks clearly annoyed but pays attention to your screen regardless. "Cause they're cute! Don't you like any of them?" You say, shoving the device closer to his face. He scoffs and turns his head away, still looking at your phone though.

"They all look the same to me, just either fatter, a different hat, or a different color. I don't know why people are into this stuff... I mean look at that one! He's not even cute." He yells, pointing at Hangyodon. "Don’t say that about him! Hangyodon is like a pug, the so ugly it's cute kinda thing." You explain, clutching your phone closer, as if to protect the fish. "Look, if you had to choose one, who would it be?" You sigh, defeat present.

"Hmmmm, if I had too... Probably the stupid fish one, since he's the same color as my jacket... But that's if I had to choose." He reiterates, his point clear. "OH MY GOD finally, thank you! I gotta bounce but I'll see you soon!" You say, running for the next train.

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"Ed! Guess what I got for you!" You shout when you exit the train, beaming with excitement. "Knowing you it's either more problems or trading cards..." He sighs, still looking at his phone.

"Nope! Today's special, I got you something completely different! Here," You practically shove the small gift bag in his hand. He eyes it suspiciously, look at you then back at the bag. Slowly, he undoes the ribbon keeping it together, revealing a phone charm with Hangyodon holding his little hand out.

"The stupid little fish guy? Why'd you give me this?" He asks, his voice softer but still confused. You bring out your phone to reveal a matching one. "Well they were on sale and I really wanted to get some but I didn't know who you liked. Look!" You take the charm out his hand and bring the keychains close. Instantly, their hands snap together, revealing a small magnet inside.

"Isn't it so cute!?" You ask, hoping he wouldn't tell you he hated it to your face. "It is but, why me? Don't you have other friends to give this to?" He asks, still examining the little guy. You pause, wondering how much truth you wanna tell him.

"Well I'm going out of the country for a bit and just wanted to give you a thank you gift, you know, just incase by the time I get back you're not here. And well," 'Geez this is cheesey, I GOT to kill myself if he hates it.' You think to yourself. Ed stares at you with this skeptical look, he's either gonna beat you up or stop talking to you. You don't know which one is worse.

"...You're my friend..." You guys just stare at each other. 'Oh yeah I'm ending it, bless there's no railings here-' Before you could make a break for it, you watch him thread the charm through his case. This silence, gently interrupted by the bustling life of the station, is one of understanding. So lost in thought you don't notice him bring his phone close to yours, snapping the colorful metal together.

"Thank you, it's great. Don't think I'll go any easier on you when we spar because of this though." (ugh is this ooc guys?)

He's actually really good at giving advice. Not like, on purpose, but he has a few wise words in him.

While reading the lyrics to his theme, the singer says something about selling mixtapes. Now, I don't think Ed is in the studio or anything, but maybe Balrog had a rough music career as any sellout celebrity does and made Ed sell them on the street.

Or alternatively, which would be more likely, some random hired him to do that during one of his odd jobs.

Cause like, there's no way that guy has an actual job. A glorified bum for all we know.

Mobile gamer, I mean what else could he doing hanging around in the train station? Block Blast fiend, soup and cats veteran, PvZ master, and banned from roblox.

Doom scrolls because on Haggar's daughter, Mayor Cody wouldn't let TikTok get banned.

He'd be either a warrior cats or amulet kid.

NOT a KPOP Stan in any sense of the word but he loves Sistar and only Sistar. That is the scope of his K-pop knowledge and refuses to learn more.

He heard ‘Give It To Me’ while traveling around and wasn’t able to get it out of his head.

Only wears black underwear.

A warm vanilla guy, maybe clean linen but that's probably cause of his detergent.

Back to his jokes, he's the type where y'all could be laughing or wtv and then he just drops a massive lore bomb. Now he's sitting there, about to piss his britches, and you're just staring at him with pure horror on your face (dw it'll become funny after a few months).

"HOLY SHIT- Did you see the way that guy almost pissed himself when you used your psycho power!?" You say, breathless and wheezing in between syllables. Both of you, hysterical.

"RIGHT?? Reminds me of the time when-" Wheeze, "HOOOO when I was a kid and they said they had a treat for me and, and they pulled out a needle instead!!" Ed can barely get the last bit out as he hurls over, grasping his stomach with uncontrollable laughter.

"...."

"What?"

"Oh... my god...? Do you wanna tal-"

"Finish that and you'll actually piss yourself when you see my psycho power."

Trading card game fan, we all know that. BUT what if, he was a trading card game NERD. Idk anything about any kind of card game so this is far as it goes, but imagine him trying to teach you (avatar) how to play.

He keeps his deck in his pocket.

Will actually tweak the fuck out if you crease any of his cards. Ruin them and he ruins your face.

Probably watched pokemon or Yu-Gi-Oh! while traveling with Balrog.

"You're a 3rd rate dualist with a 4th rate deck!"

Man this one was way longer than my last one.

[yandereunsolved]

you know i gotta ask

how would yandere rvb set up a date night for their special little someone?

You didn't specify which characters or during which main storyline, so I'll just ramble about a few that first popped up in my head with this scenario. I did not expect this to turn into something so long.

• Blood Gulch Chronicles: Caboose, Chex (Church and Tex), and Sarge

Yandere Michael J. Caboose

"Oh my god. I'm in lesbians with someone."

"I think you mean love, Caboose."

"No, it's clearly lesbians, Tucker! I can't believe I have to explain this. Lesbians is when two people love each other very much and are like the colors in a beautiful sunset."

He's not very good at keeping the date night a secret from his darling because he's so excited. He'll try to be subtle about it (and fail).

"Will you be available a few days after tomorrow? I need to know because I'm planning something super secret for you that you can't know about."

He's whispering conspiratorially and doss his happy claps, then pulls you into a hug when you accept.

He does his best with what is avaliable to him.

He manages to get Donut to steal stuff from Grif's secret stash of food in exchange for one Caboose favor.

He makes sandwiches, has snack cakes, chips, soda, and a few other things he forgot the names of. He stalked you to learn your preferences. If there's anything left after you eat, he finishes it off because he wants to eat like you do and really understand you.

He managed to find an old DVD player and some obscure movie titles in Tucker's room. Caboose is sure he won't mind if he temporarily borrows them.

Alien Cock vs Predator Pussy

11 Virgins in 1 Day

R is for Raunchy

Pixxxels

I put the L in Lesbian

He has never heard of these, but he's sure you'll enjoy them with him.

He makes sure his bed has a bunch of comfy blankets and also plans for you to join him during his dancing time. After watching movies and eating, it will be snuggle time, leading into bedtime.

He keeps getting the date of your meeting mixed up, so expect him to just pull you into his quarters one night (even if you are sleeping).

"Wake up, silly head. Did you forget tonight was our super-secret romantic hangout? That's okay. Sometimes I forget things too."

He is a little sad if you forgot, but if you assure him that you remembered and were just tired, then he'll be happy.

If any other teammate comes in and tries to interrupt, he'll get extremely irritated.

"Not right now! This is special time for darling and me. That comes after work time which was over 45 minutes ago!!!"

He doesn't care if the Reds are attacking or if something else happened! He will wrap his arms around you and whine, begging you to stay with him.

"Noooooooo. That isn't fair. This isn't on schedule."

He may even have a strongly worded talk with whoever messed up his time with you. He'll even do it if Church was the one to interrupt.

Yandere Chex

It's a miracle either of them was able to set this up in the first place. They're constantly love-hating each other. The bickering only becomes worse when you're in their purview. It's like you're staring at an old couple that got divorced but then remarried for tax reasons.

Tex still doesn't want to admit she's fond of you, but perhaps a date will clear things up. She'd rather have only you on the date because Church doesn't know how to share, but she guesses that she can stand him for one night. She'd prefer something more private, away from everyone else. She wouldn't mind stargazing in some secluded part of the gulch. That sounds quite nice. She's sure she can find some halfway decent food as well.

Church doesn't hate the idea, but he feels obligated to call it stupid.

"So they're gonna want to sit in the dark for four hours and watch you brood while staring at blinking lights? No thanks, Tex. That's the shittiest idea you've had since we got together."

"Shut the hell up, Church. You were the one vying for me like a dog that wants a bone. I doubt you have any better ideas."

They eventually agree to sneak out when the others are asleep. They'll wake you up and demand that you come with them. Only after what felt like hours—more like thirty minutes—of walking did the three of you arrive at a nice picnic under the gaze of the galaxy.

Tex is shooting Church a "don't you dare fuck this up for us" look.

Church just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Tex will be sitting on the edge of the blanket most of the night. She tries to be pleasant with Church, but it just comes off as awkward. She threatened the Reds to stfu and stay away from this part of the gulch tonight, or she'd gut them. That seemed to work pretty well.

Church is overthinking. He doesn't know how to properly explain it, so he just says it's a cozy reconnaissance mission for a job well done.

Only when you fall asleep will they both drape themselves over you, dreaming of better times their minds have either lost or hidden from them.

Yandere Colonel Sarge

He can barely plan it without his idiots getting in the way. He has to tell everyone to "stay the hell away from them [you]" when he thinks you're out of earshot.

Grif's reaction is, "Great. Now Sarge has another thing he's gonna yell at me about."

Simmons's reaction is, "Sir? Are you sure? Them?" (He's so jealous. Having Sarge as a yandere nearly guarantees you either have Simmons as a co-yandere, wingman, or competitor. It's usually all three.)

Donut is like, "Oh no, what's wrong with the rookie? Are they secretly part of The Blues? Or are they an alien sent here to kill us in our sleep?"

"All interesting words, except yours, Grif. And yes, I will be shooting at you more frequently, just as frequently as you interact with them—maybe more if I just feel like it, which I will."

He has the best date night planned. There will be food, shooting at Grif, driving around in the Warthog, and making out sloppily behind big rocks in the canyon like horny teenagers. That's his favorite part. He loves having his hands on his darling. He has to look professional in front of his soldiers, but when no one is looking, you're tucked into him.

The only thing is there's a large chance you both were followed, and they're bad at keeping quiet.

Sarge will hogtie the whole lot and chloroform them just to have some private time with you.

Sarge demands his snuggle time, dammit!

[milesandcorysupermacy]

MILES MINI HEADCANNON #1

-I feel like Miles definitely tries to learn different things that make you feel special

-For him he definitely wants to do the little things that drive you crazy

-Ex...

-Wearing the cologne that he knows you like the most

"You smell good, bae. You gotta keep wearing this." "Thank you, my Mami bought it." "But, isn't that the one I bought?" "Exactly, ma."

-Looking at you a certain way while you're talking

"I'm mad, Miles! Ain't nobody told me nothing! How was I supposed to know that Cory was gonna be at dreamcon? Plus..." You continued yapping about...comic con? Miles really didn't know. All he knew was that he was looking at pretty much the prettiest girl he's ever seen. He let you continue ranting, looking you up and down, nodding, maintaining the most attractive eye contact possible. He continued doing this until you couldn't take it anymore! "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" "Nothing, just....just keep talking."

-Having a playlist that he shares with you that has specific love songs that he thinks describes your guys' love

"No, I'm serious, Mami. I'll let you go through my spotify. We're just not going through my drawings. Those are...private" "Fine, Morales. But, I'm gonna see those drawings of me sooner or later." "Mhm" He says before handing you his phone. You open the spotify app and see lots of playlists that he has. There are some with interesting names such as 'Rage Room', 'Oldies 👴🏾', 'If I was a bad bitch 🤩', 'Swae Lee's Best Hitsss', and 'THAT nigga'. But the one that REALLY grabbed your attention was 'Her 😁🫶🏾'. It had songs such as 'Don't' by Bryson Tiller, 'Spin Bout U' By Drake ft 21 savage, 'Heaven Can Wait' by Michael Jackson, and 'Honesty' by Pink Sweat$. "Aw, Miles. You made a playlist for me?" "Uh-" He scratched the back of his neck awkwardly and smiled. "Yea, mami. I guess I did."

This was ittttttt, lemme know if it's good. I'll accept constructive criticism!

[clearnachopirate]

a bit more of Charles' statement bc i have no

impulse control lol

Archivist: I thought you hadn't met Mr. Payne yet?

Charles: I hadn't. (A pause) So I sat and read it, didn't I? But it was a weird book. Later some bloke named Leightner bought it, that much I know. But I went through the door, and years later, I’m here.

Archivist: (After a long moment) Leightner? Jurgan Leightner?

Charles: I think so, yeah. Anyway, that's why I don't play cricket anymore, so I guess I’ll be off, Edwin’s waiting for me back at the office-

Archivist: Wait. You mentioned a door.

Charles: (The sound of someone sitting back down) I did.

Archivist: (Another pause) Can you describe it?

Charles: I can.

Archivist:...

Charles: Oh you want me to describe it now?

Archivist: (through gritted teeth) Yes, if you would.

Charles: No, sorry, mate. Edwin says you shouldn't know more about that yet, so-

Archivist: Who is Edwin Payne, then? You said he left you that book. The Leightner.

Charles: He did, well he didn't mean to, did he. (Charles laughs, and the tape glitches, almost catching on itself as it records) Edwin’s my best mate. (Charle’s voice is noticeably softer as he sighs) Helped me out quite a bit when I first Became, even though he wanted nothing to do with me.

Archivist: When you… became?

Charles: (A sigh, this time a bit annoyed) Not became. Became.

Archivist: You… you've just repeated precisely what I’ve said.

Charles: No, I said it right, and you did not. That's Becoming with a capital B.

Archivist: Right… So you… Became. (a snap as Charles gives finger guns) and Edwin wanted nothing to do with you.

Charles: Yeah, pretty much. But I grow on people. Most people. Some people. (A pause) I have grown on people once or twice. Or once. Honestly, not sure I grew on Edwin so much as he gave up on getting rid of me.

Archivist: And when you say you Became-

Charles: I Became, simple as that. (A pause) Oh, look at the time! (He looks at a watch he isn't wearing) I’ve gotta get back. Michaels’ to convince not to attack you, you get it-

Archivist: Wait! Charles- Mr. Rowland, did you say Michael?

(A door slams, and the Archivist sighs, head falling down to his the table with a thud.)

Archivist: (Muffled, as though through wood) That door was not there when Charles began his statement. This is… not ideal. (A pause, when the voice resumes, it is no longer muffled) End recording.

Click.

guys i am ill this au is taking over my life, so should i post it to ao3?

[chutefullofholes]

need more about the bucks' baby micah, headcanons or blurb i want more!!! (please, and when you have time ofc)

for ref

doing this in headcan0ns list form bc im tired from the time zone switch back to the states

the bucks do, as reffed in that blurb, turn the car around from going to wisconisn to go back to wyoming. end up having to get a hotel somewhere for the night so they don't drive more or less 20 hours roundtrip themselves into an early grave. but yeah.

swing josie by gale's sister’s house on the way back to sheridan. don't explain all the details but have to give her *some* explanation when they go from headed them to wisconsin to now suddenly back in wyoming.

maybe don't explain that this baby is her biological sibling right away but just. say that someone they know needs help with their baby, and that they gotta go back because they don't want him to be in the hospital by himself. pretty word salady but they're exhausted and she's five so. it is what is for the time being.

get to the hospital and get scrubbed in to down to the nicu with natalie to go see him. john's head still feels like his head is still in in spin-mode to the extent that he's not really processing everything fully.

but gale sees that itty bitty baby in his little nicu incubator with a little tube in his nose and is just. distraught.

has to sit down after a minute because its making his chest hurt. he just can't fathom how little he is and how he's in *danger* and how connected he already feels to him.

he gets reallll "woowoo" about the fact that he finally brought up wanting another kid to john all of 20 minutes before they got the call about him. feels like he somehow already intrinsically knew about him before he actually knew.

so kinda the reverse of how it was with josie- gale instantly feels bonded to him and john has a little bit of a harder time.

loves him so much already, is worried sick with all the preemie health stuff he's got going on. its just hard to process how fast everything is happening. if him and gale had sat down and decided to go the infant adoption route that'd be one thing.

in that case he'd have a lot more time to work through his hurdles re: being scared of having a baby, of being responsible for someone's life from scratch etc etc. but here he only had the drive back from wisconsin.

calls his mom a lot. calls curt a lot. that helps.

lil guy doesn't have a name for the first week of his life lmao. they just call him buddy and baby boy and then john is sitting up w/ gale one night and asks if he's given any thought to his name.

they land on micah curtis. micah as a riff off of michael the archangel, and curtis after their best friend (:

curt cries when he finds out. sweet man.

john's mom comes out from wisconsin and when she's there at the hospital that's when both the bucks go to gale's sister's house and have to explain to josie- the best they can- the full details.

poor peanut is so conflicted about Everything. has been confused about not seeing either of her dads in the same room for almost two weeks. is excited about having a baby sibling- but confused about why if he's /her/ sibling from her mom why she can't see her mom.

just a lot of Big Feelings, which gale and john handle the best that they can. good dads <3

i think it finally really Clicks for john when micah is doing okay enough that theyre allowed to hold him. looks at that lil guy in his lil nicu baby beanie sleeping on his chest and just. yeah. big thats my son, i would do anything for you feelings.

john gets really into sitting by his lil incubator and reading to him. nice way to bond that isn't super overwhelming. makes gale heart happy to watch. his boyssss.

this is getting super long lmao so ill cut if off here. but i wove micah- and rachel and i have developed a looottt of lore about him as a teenager/young adult (specifically re: him and wyatt- helen's baby with nash/ev's step son). so feel free to come prompt me to yap more!

[steviewashere]

We need to make Steve Harrington less like cardboard. I am going to ramble, please bear with me. Listen if you want.

He had weird jock habits before. Wakes up at the ass-crack of dawn, goes on a three mile jog, lifts weights in his bedroom. Eats his "normal" breakfast which is like crazy: like four eggs, six pieces of bacon, some raspberries, maybe carrots, a full glass of milk, black coffee, four pieces of toast. He's gotta keep his energy up, y'know. Goes to school with a huge fucking backpack, a gallon sized jug of water, he carries around all of his textbooks because it's like a mini workout for him. Sometimes in lulls of classes or between periods, you'll find him talking to his group of friends, but he's actively stretching/doing yoga—his friends don't even acknowledge it because it just always happens. He eats the exact same lunch everyday: rice, chicken, broccoli, a banana, and a milk from the school. (Dude would love milk. Trust.) He'll do like two more workouts in his day: once in gym, and then whatever sport practice he has (basketball in the winter, swim in the spring, maybe a bit of football/soccer and baseball right before summer hits).

His music taste isn't crazy eclectic, but it's still tasteful. He loves Queen, loves Bruce Springsteen, loves TOTO. He's into the radio hits rock (which is classic now), but his favorite song (so I've heard in relation to the show) is "Hammer To Fall" by Queen—a song that wasn't widely popular on the radio. Yeah, he also likes Elvis; can make a reference when he needs to. But he does enjoy music. And, sure, yeah—he does like pop music; maybe that does include Madonna. And—listen to me—my stepdad, a guy who loves punk and metal and shit like that, he loves Madonna and Wham and George Michael on his own; because that's what was on the radio, he even owned some of these artists albums; it's not that strange for somebody like Steve to also like these artists. Though, they may not be his immediate go-to.

He takes good care of himself; appearance wise. His hairspray is Farrah Fawcett, but it's a product he picked up most likely from his mother. He styles it on his own, right after he works out in the morning. He probably knows how to iron his clothes; considering he wears things like chinos and polos, those things need to look nice and crisp for the babes (and non-babes alike). I wouldn't be surprised if he has a signature scent—like maybe...Calvin Klein's Obsession? Considering his family's tax bracket (that house is insane), he'd probably use high-end salon level hair products. He's using name brand detergents on his clothes.

And, yeah, I'm not sure if he's still living with his parents post season 3, but I think it's safe to maybe assume so—I feel like his parents are more caring about their only son than we give them credit for; his mom seems like a caring mother, as evident with the call she shares with Karen Wheeler, it seems like she'd usually be somebody to know Steve's whereabouts, that sort of thing. His dad is probably the most strict of his parents and has high expectations that Steve fails to meet. Because the high expectations are high. And maybe Steve didn't care too much about school, maybe enough to pass and still make all the teams he wants, but not enough to get him a scholarship. And, honestly, he was probably not a top-tier athlete at Hawkins High; maybe great, but not pristine. Hence why he had to actually try to make it into college, his entry wasn't guaranteed. And when he got rejection letters, probably including rejections for scholarships, his parents most likely denied to pay for him to go through schooling. And if he really wanted to go, he'd have to take out loans or something.

He probably gets Sports Illustrated and Rolling Stone magazines in his mailbox. He smokes Marlboros, the high-end cigarette. He keeps his pantry stocked with name brand snacks; Pringles, for example. Probably tries to cater to those around him, as that's what he saw his parents do for guests. He's not a terribly selfish person at all, despite having douchebag attached to his name. He probably was very flippant about the way he cared about things, he laughed at bad jokes, and snarked his way through Hawkins High. He very rarely threatened violence—my guess, considering he's a shit fist fighter.

The way his parents' marriage is going probably affects his view on love, too. He wants something better than what his parents offer to each other. He wants a true love, fairytale sort of thing. Steve probably thinks that he'll sense some amount of clarity with whoever he gets along with. He's probably a big dreamer. Probably lonely. Wants six kids, a wide and sprawling family because then, at least, he'll have people to always take care of (to prove he is not his parents), and people who (hopefully) will always care about him. He wants a lot with whoever he falls in love with (Nancy or somebody else). But not a lot in material terms; he wants a lot of love, he wants warmth, he wants constant and sweet attention. He wants love. Not whatever bullshit his parents had; and he tries really hard to not be that bullshit, but knows he still fails anyway. He doesn't want quick things, despite constantly dating or hooking up, he wants something to last—though, nothing lasts. That's why he probably leans a lot on Robin, she has a sort of platonic love to him that he shares for her; that platonic love is probably the first time he felt like he had something to cling onto because it wasn't going to just leave or find fault. He didn't lose with Robin because they just got each other in a way he doesn't know how to replicate with anybody else.

With work, he's not sure what he wants. He wants something that keeps his interest, but nothing really has. He seems really in tune with sports, history, and literature—as there have been several attempts of his to make connections to these topics showcased on screen. (Although, admittedly, those references kind of fall short.) He doesn't enjoy work like Family Video, but he finds it easy enough that it becomes a mechanical, mundane task that he can complete without thought. I think, also, due to his interest in sports, he most likely has a vague interest in statistics or math—I think he's accidentally really good with math, but refuses to acknowledge that because he hated math in school. But he has a knack for it, no matter how hard he denies. He's probably also wicked good at working on cars. His Beemer has been through a lot and I think he doesn't trust anybody else to work on his car, so he learns to do it himself, and with the guidance of his dad.

Despite complaining about being the party's babysitter, he quite likes it. Likes being the nurturing older brother that he never had. I feel like he'd maybe get a little bit insecure about it from time to time, though. Maybe he'd feel like he's not doing enough for them to consider him that way. Maybe he'd feel like he's doing too much and forcing his way into their lives. I think, if Max's letter ever comes up again, he'd let those insecurities fall away—I truly feel like she considers him an older brother figure, a real one, a good one. I think he'd cry over it, honestly.

I think he does cry quite a bit. Just not around other people. So it seems like he's sort of constipated in his emotions. But, realistically, he doesn't allow himself that chance to crack until he's in the safety of his bedroom. Because, honestly, I feel like despite the "ugliness" to his oddball room, he finds a sort of sanctuary in it. That's where his things are. That's where his smell is. That's his safe space.

And on the topic of his room, I think he definitely helped pick out 90% of the stuff he has. His wallpaper and curtains match because he looked inside the catalog his mom presented to him one day, and he likes things to match—so that's what he picked. (His mom bit back a sigh and tried to keep her expression neutral. She thinks it was an awful pick, but whatever her baby wants.) His dad sometimes takes him on day trips, and once when he was a kid (maybe middle school age, maybe even as a freshman), they went into some interior decorating store or something and he saw the car picture and knew he had to have it, so his dad bought it. (It jumpstarted one of a few interests they share: Cars.) The bedding was his choice. The mattress and bed frame were not. Everything else in his room was his pick. The bowling pin came from a birthday party when he was a kid, he won it at the prize counter in the little arcade area of their local bowling alley.

He's friends with whoever will spare him the attention he craves. Whoever will laugh at his jokes. Whoever will agree with the stupid shit he wants to do. Whoever will chant as he shotguns another beer.

He drinks and smokes because of Tommy. Steve and his dad had a big argument or something before his dad left for some business conference. So Tommy says they should get into his dad's alcohol and find somebody to sell them cigarettes as a way to rebel. Steve thinks he's being soooo cool (he's being lame). Next thing he knows, he's got a cigarette craving and knows how to shotgun a beer a little too well.

The pocket knife he uses on the beer cans is a gift he got from his dad, probably. One that he received as a birthday present for his 15th or something. His dad probably said something stupid like, "Every man needs a good knife. Never know when you'll need one." It's got Steve's initials carved into it and everything. In hindsight, it's pretty cool and it's custom to him—it's one of the only significant and caring gifts his dad ever gave him.

He doesn't cook like amazingly, but well enough that he could survive living on his own in an apartment. He likes spaghetti bolognese. And macaroni and cheese. He knows how to make a fire meatloaf. Could probably perfect rice and chicken in a heartbeat. But he does sort of rotate the same meals over and over because he procrastinates learning new things sometimes.

He's not stupid, he just takes a little longer to process all the information he's given. And on top of that, he needs the opportunity to ask questions so he can fully understand. He only feels stupid when he's denied the chance. And denied the opportunity to explain or connect. (Connecting like you would when taking margin notes in an article—Cornell style if you know what I mean. Like maybe some of the text reminds you of something in your real life, so you understand the text better by making that connection. That's how Steve connects to things.) So, yeah, I think he's probably a little bruised whenever somebody—yes, even his close buddy Dustin—walks all over him and treats him like a child when it comes to things unknown to him; especially shit that's D&D or Upside Down related, he doesn't know what's happening, but he'd like to know.

Lastly, and then I'll stop talking in your face, I think he would have the most off-putting, morbid sense of humor after surviving the Upside Down. Like sometimes he makes too strong eye contact and makes some crazy fucked up joke at you and then you just shut down. Like it's hard for him to get laughter sometimes because he'll just say odd shit. And then eventually, when people are done being stunned around him, they're like nervous giggling. All the while thinking, "Jesus fucking Christ, Steve. What the hell." He still feels accomplished even when the laugh is barely a sound, he laughs the hardest at his own morbid jokes. Robin, Nancy, Eddie, and even Jonathan think he needs some serious therapy; clock's ticking, might be time to get on that.

But uhhh, yeah. Steve needs to be more than a stiff board of cardboard, we need to do him justice because the duffers sure as hell won't.

[dilf-in-peril]

Notes on the second Raven ROH shoot; or things Raven said about wrestling:

the business is down right now (2005) because there are no big stars that draw people into the house (or onto the channel)

stars don't have to be good workers. back in his days the good workers were jobbers.

you have to look like a star and raven suggests you wear a cool jacket of which he has dozens, because he just loves buying jackets (he doesn't say this)

if you have a nice jacket you better take it off in a nice dramatic fashion too

if shawn michaels didn't have the ring jackets and the promo skills and the compelling arrogance he'd be just another guy (same for flair)

I think he likes jackets.

low ki stopped wearing his ring jacket because he wanted people to see his body and raven told him they'd see it for the 15 minutes he's in the ring. an amusing anecdote if you know his agent 47 gimmick

wrestling is no longer masturbation. bad wrestling is masturbation but good wrestling is sex. you're doing it with the crowd.

you gotta listen to the crowd

you gotta spend money to make money

[name incomprehensible] did NOT die from steroids but creutzfeldt-jakob which he got from human growth hormones which they make from harvesting cadavers. yep.

if you do steroids it thickens your blood which leads to strokes so if you go to a doctor they'll drain a liter of your blood but you can just do it at home by gigging yourself, which raven has done before but would not recommend because that's a lot of blood.

he's a big Steve McQueen fan because he watched that essence of cool documentary

if you don't want everyone looking at you you're in the wrong business

"I'm in this business because I want the attention"

"generally there's something missing in your own life that you need the adulation of perfect strangers"

if you want to hear him say "I love big dick" about thirty times this is the video to watch

back in his days the heels tended to be nice guys in real life and babyfaces were primadonnas

what gets over isn't gimmicks but personalities

"deep down we're all sensitive artists"

[onceuponapuffin]

Fanatic Intervention Part 14!!!

Happy Birthday to regular reader and commenter @ritz-writes !! :D

Here's the sculpture mentioned in the fic: https://noma.org/collection/history-of-the-conquest/

You'll notice that the poll at the bottom isn't anything suuuuper important. There's just some plot things that I want to get running in the next section, so I'm gonna be writing it up and posting it tomorrow. But I promise you that it's still an important choice to make (also idk what to pick so that means you all get to pick lol ).

Okay! Here we go! Back to New Orleans with The Anti-Apocalypse Crew!

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Now that you all were in the city, it only took Anathema the next morning to hone in on her signal. To Aziraphale's delight, it led you all to the sculpture garden at the New Orleans Museum of Art. To your delight, it led more specifically to a sculpture of a person riding a snail (to victory no doubt).

"I think this might be my favourite statue ever," You say aloud (because this author is assuming you would agree with her opinion). There is a person you don’t know standing in front of the statue. He gives a dissatisfied huff.

"It's called 'History of the Conquest,'" he tells you, despite not being asked, "The ever-slow and over-confident march of the entitled towards a future where they're in charge. Everyone else suffers while they promise glory and prosperity."

Your jaw drops open. This person looks like a 'surfer dude,' but is talking like someone who's spent most of their life in a cubicle changing 1s to 0s for 8 straight hours a day.

"WOW! That is BLEAK," is what finally comes out of your mouth. "Proper ray of sunshine, you are."

Okay, that sounded really British. You briefly wonder about the effect of spending so much time around Crowley and Aziraphale before Surfer Dude starts to laugh.

"I've seen a few things, human. Been 'round longer than you've been alive, will be long after you die. You're no more than a moth in my eyes."

"Wow," You can't help but repeat yourself, "Again, bleak." Also rude, but priorities.

"It is what it is," Surfer Dude replies. You shake your head and turn to Aziraphale and Crowley.

"You're up," You concede. You have no idea who this is, but he called you "human," and compared you to a moth. Whoever this person is, they’re probably the one Anathema’s had you looking for. He doesn’t look like Jesus, but maybe he will know where Jesus is. Either way, Anathema doesn’t get things wrong. If her work brought you to this person, then he’s the person you need to talk to.

That being said, whoever this is, he's the Ineffable Husbands' department and not yours. Sometimes you just gotta tap out and let the celestials handle their own kind. Now, this doesn't mean that you're not going to sit back and watch. Oh no, you want to see how this plays out.

"Can I have some popcorn?" You stage-whisper to Crowley as you pass him.

"Piss off," Crowley stage-whispers back. Despite his complaint, you notice a tiny Michael-Sheen smile on Aziraphale's face, and you return to Anathema, who looks surprised and is holding two small cartons of popcorn. You gratefully take one and have a seat on a convenient bench that is located conveniently within earshot. This is gonna be good.

"Hello," Aziraphale begins as he approaches, "I'm Aziraphale."

"Right," Surfer Dude says with a roll of his eyes, "The Angel of the Eastern Gate. I'm so honoured."

"Here I thought manners were important to angels," Crowley replies, sidling up next to Aziraphale. Surfer-Dude-Who-Is-Apparently-An-Angel takes in Crowley and raises an eyebrow.

"And here I thought demons didn't make a habit of hanging off angels' arms," Surfer Dude scoffs in in return.

Crowley snarls.

"Yes, well, each of us seems to be an anomaly in our own right," Aziraphale says with an appeasing smile, "This is Crowley. Might we have the pleasure of knowing your name?"

"No."

"Ah, right. Well, that is to your own discretion I suppose."

"Rude is what it is," sneers Crowley.

"Regardless, we've come to this garden with the guidance of our friend here, hoping to find, well, Jesus as it happens."

Surfer-Dude-Angel-Person throws his head back and laughs outright.

"You're looking for who now? JESUS? HA! Bit of soul-searching for you, is it? Spiritual journey? Pilgrimage to the Holy Land? You're in the wrong place for that!" He keeps laughing.

I mean, you get the laughter. It definitely sounds weird to a third party. Crazy even. But if this guy is an angel, then shouldn't it sound perfectly reasonable?

"Oi," Crowley interrupts, clearly impatient, "We're trying to save the world here. And since angels don't normally take holiday time, I'd think helping us might be in your best interest."

"You think you can stop the Second Coming? Ha! There isn't another technicality that you can throw around this time. This one's it. Enjoy the giant snail statues while they last, because it won't be for much longer."

"You know an awful lot," You call from the bench, "And you like to talk. So just get to the part about Jesus so we can leave you to be miserable on your own." You popcorn is already almost finished, and you frown into your carton. If only you could do miracles. You'd refill it yourself.

Surfer-Dude-Angel-Person laughs again.

"Yeah, okay, I like this one," he says, nudging a thumb in your direction. He turns away from Crowley and Aziraphale and strides towards you. Suddenly your popcorn carton is full again, so you look up. Okay, maybe he's not so bad. He reaches out a hand to you.

"Call me Sardis, Little Moth."

After a moment of hesitation, you shake his hand. He turns back to Crowley and Aziraphale.

"I can see why you've adopted this one," he says, then turns his attention to Anathema, paying no mind to the garbled protests coming from Crowley. "And since we're doing introductions...?"

"Anathema Device," says Anathema with a nod. She would probably shake his hand, but between her equipment and her popcorn, her hands are full.

"Lovely to meet you, Miss Anathema," Sardis nods at her before finally looking back at Aziraphale and Crowley. "You won't find Jesus here. But meet me for drinks later and I'll tell you what you need to know to find him."

"You're unnecessarily cryptic, Sardis," You say with a raised eyebrow and a mouth full of popcorn. He laughs again.

"Well, Little Moth," his eyes have a sparkle in them now as he looks at you, "Gotta keep myself entertained somehow."

Sardis insists on giving you all a tour of the sculpture garden, but refuses to say anything more about Jesus, or how he knows about Armageddon, or why he isn't in Heaven, or anything else that you actually WANT to talk about. He insists that such talk isn't for a quiet garden full of art. It isn't until he lays a cryptic finger beside his nose and winks at you that something clicks in your memory.

Remember, back before JK Rowling turned out to be an awful person, back when everyone read Harry Potter? EVERYONE, RIGHT?? Perhaps, dear Reader, you remember the chapter in book 5 where Hermione calls a meeting at The Hog's Head because it’s less crowded. Hermione figures the sparse crowd means that there are fewer people to see them together. Perhaps you also remember when, later in the book, this action comes back to bite them, and they are told very sternly that they should have met at the Three Broomsticks precisely BECAUSE it was busier. A busy pub meant they would have been less likely to be overheard.

Suddenly you look around the garden and notice the sparse, but very much there, collection of people. Just the right number of people that could listen to your conversation if they wanted to without you being any the wiser. Oh.

Oh.

Maybe the cryptic is a little bit necessary after all. He’s still overdoing it in your opinion, but whatever floats his goat.

You part ways after his tour, agreeing to meet at a local bar at 9pm. There’s enough time to go back to the hotel, freshen up, and get something to eat before you make your way there.

“Well,” Aziraphale says back at the hotel, “This Sardis certainly is a character.”

“I know the name from somewhere,” You trail off in thought. Where have you heard it before? Sardis…Tardis…Sardine….You’re not sure, but it rings a bell.

Anathema is already flipping through notebooks. Aziraphale has picked up his copy of the Bible, and Crowley is on his phone. You figure everyone else has it covered, and sure enough, it’s Crowley who finds it first. Google, no doubt.

“Ha! Found the sod! He’s in Revelation.”

“Oh!” You practically jump as recognition finally hits. “He’s one of the seven angels! The ones we didn’t think were here!”

“You didn’t think any of them were here?” Anathema asks, “Did you even check, or did you just assume?”

“Well Muriel said…” You go quiet, before clearing your throat and trying again. “We didn’t look into it far at all, no.”

“So exactly what work did you do before you called me?”

“Umm…….” You say.

“Nnngggh” Crowley adds.

“A great deal less than we thought at the time, apparently,” Aziraphale finally admits with a sigh.

“You are all really bad at saving the world.” Anathema shakes her head.

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[radiostatik]

Hazbin Hotal trailer thoughts

Overall, I'm really excited.

Vaggie looks really cute in the pony, and Charlie looks great with her suspenders and (gasp) her tucked in shirt!

Mimzy is in season 1! She hasn't been dropped! I couldn't really get a good shot, but it looks like not much has changed in her appearance.

Demon Charlie! Demon Charlie! My baby still looks amazing!

My gorls! My lesbian heart❤

Now as for the voices.

I will admit, I didn't like Angel's voice at first, but it's grown on me. Hearing him read the script in a deadpan reminded me of the hunnicast episode where Alastor writes a porno. He sounds more like Michael.

Alastor voice is.... well, let's just say I miss Edward. This new voice isn't... bad. It will just take some getting used to.

Husk, wow. He sounds VERY different. Like, a completely different character. Odd why she didn't get someone who sounded more like Mick, but, gotta have them big names, amirite? 🙃

I'm not a fan of Charlie's new voice sounding so different, the I'll admit, she sounds more mature I guess?

Vox's voice... I have no words. This was the last thing I imagined him to sound like. He sounds SO ANNOYING. But I guess that's the point. 🤷🏻

Cherri's voice clip was too short to make any judgments.

Hoping they release a second trailer, maybe with the more voices? We still don't know who will be voicing Velvette, and I'm very curious. I'm also curious if Alex will do a certain voice for Sir Pent, of if he'll just do beetlejuice, haha.

[cresent971]

Funny how people keep saying that he's ugly ok first of all he's not ugly people need to stop being heartless and cruel and inconsiderate and inappropriate with michael jackson there was nothing with how he looked i thought he was handsome and good looking why do people always gotta have to be really immature and really cruel nowadays people need stop making fun of michael jackson and saying he was ugly and stuff I never found this funny nor entertaining to say the least I've found michael jackson handsome and good looking ok why in the world are people coming after this man's appearance they need to be in his shoes I'm sick and tired of people disrespecting this man like that and calling him Digusting names as well people sure can mess up badly and get backlash from it here's a tip don't be an idiot and a bitter moron and start calling michael jackson ugly he was never ugly I'm tired of people doing these things and thinking this is funny this isn't funny anymore I'm not happy anymore people need to quit saying michael jackson was ugly I'll never understand why people are calling him ugly he was never ugly to begin with people need to stop picking on others based on their appearance it's not funny anymore I don't have the words to describe this nightmare anyways I'm highly infuriated and annoyed right now people need to stop calling michael jackson ugly he was never ugly at all people seriously need to seriously stop attacking michael jackson and stop saying he was ugly he was not ugly he was a good looking man with a heart of gold people need to seriously stop this nonsense already this is definitely going to get them in serious trouble already I'd stop this madness Immediately michael jackson was never ugly or anything like that people need to be in his shoes and cut this out for once how much of this madness am i going to take from these idiots i cannot deal with this nightmare anymore this is absolutely ridiculous stop calling Michael jackson ugly and saying Digusting things about him as well I'm over this whole thing in general I feel like I'm being dragged once again this is immature and getting old already stop dragging me and having me look like a knucklehead in general I'm not a happy woman anymore I have lost respect for these idiots already I'm not dealing with this nightmare anymore I'm done keep me out of these ridiculous situations and stop calling michael jackson ugly as well he's not ugly he was a handsome young man people need to seriously stop before they get instant karma immediately this is completely ridiculous and immature and disrespectful I do not have the words anymore