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#as it should be#heck we're turning 30 this year!!#jurassic park#the lost world: jurassic park#jurassic park 2#ian malcolm#nick van owen#sarah harding#doodles#dinosaurs#stegosaurus#dozerdraws
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Hate to do this, but if anyone can help
TL: DR - Due to a lot of financial strain this year and moving before we planned to with little notice, my cats and my family don't have money for groceries for the next few months. We just need to make it to January and we've been trying hard, eating as cheap as possible, not going out, no extra services, etc. Heck, I only have FFXIV because a friend was nice enough to help.
But now, we're out of money and next paycheck once we cover rent and bills, we'll have less than $30. And unfortunately, we need to eat.
So if anyone can help, I'd appreciate it. Anything. Thank you. <3
Below the read-more are the longer details. If anyone doesn't mind boosting or something, I'd be grateful.
More Details:
Basically, due to having to move at least a year sooner than expected with less than 60 days' notice, we've used up every bit of savings and resources we have. Plus, due to some other financial nonsense, including the past roommates being terrible and my spouse's work using loopholes to avoid paying him overtime, we're finally having a really rough time.
We can just cover rent and the minimal bills. Several months ago, we turned off anything we didn't completely need. That includes streaming services, games, and what have you. Heck, we wouldn't have kept on the internet if my spouse didn't need it for work.
We were just trying to hold on until New Year. The New Year means a mandatory raise for my spouse and his boss has promised it's a good one (due to several years of him getting the minimum under his previous boss who was fired for several reasons). So we've been just trying to make it and just have a few months left.
Unfortunately, with just a few months to go, we've basically maxed out all we can. The next step is trying to rehome my cats to remove the cost of maintaining them, although I hate to do it. I really don't want to. Pretty much every cat I have, I either rescued and/or raised from birth. But I'm certainly not going to let them starve or suffer.
I have been trying for months to get a job, but due to personal things and limited options (only one car with limited gas, etc.), I haven't been able to find anything. I keep sending out forms and not hearing much. Due to gas prices and such, I can't even do UberEats or Doordash or something. I'm at a loss and I feel completely useless in trying to help my spouse at the moment.
I really hate asking. My little Tumblr is just cute stuff with my character, aesthetics, and trying to be positive. I'm just really desperate because I don't know what else to do.
We've looked into state help, but I live in Texas and their "poverty line" is absolutely ridiculous. My spouse makes "too much" for us to get the benefits of any kind of help, even temporarily. Due to the crappy roommates, our credit isn't great and we're already struggling to pay off things so getting a loan is pretty much impossible.
I don't really have any skills that people would pay for commissions for. I'd be happy to do writing commissions or something, but I've never had much luck with that.
So, yeah, I just...I really need some help getting through the next 60 days or so. So if you've read all this, thank you. If you reblog, thank you. If you feel like giving anything, thank you. Even if it's just kind thoughts, I appreciate it so much.
Thank you from the bottom of my heart,
Bard
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NASCAR Numerology: How NASCAR's Current Teams Got Their Number: Part Two.
Hello all, this is part two of my little mini-series on how and why NASCAR teams have their current numbers. Last time we did Trackhouse, Team Penske, and I tacked on Wood Brothers because it was topic. Today we're continuing down the list - we covered the teams with the #1 and the #2 yesterday, now to talk about the team with the #3.
Quite possibly the most iconic number in all of NASCAR, when someone says the #3, NASCAR fans always think of Dale Earnhardt in the black intimidator GM Goodwrench Chevrolet...but that's not quite how the #3 car started.
In fact, it started in the early 70s with team owner Richard Childress himself, who would go part time with numbers like #13, #96, and #98 in those early starts. In 1976, however, Richard Childress would go full time in his self-owned car, and the number he chose was the #3.
Why? Well, Richard said it was in tribute to Junior Johnson, who ran the #3 49 times from 1961 and 1964, and won 9 races with it. Junior Johnson owned the #11 and the #27 for his own team, so the #3 was the most notable Junior Johnson available.
Thus, in 1976, the #3 car began.
In mid-1981, Richard Childress was considering retirement. At the same time, Dale Earnhardt in the #2 Osterlund Racing car saw his team get sold to JD Stacy, and thus the partnership that won the 1980 championship collapsed just half a season later.
Dale Earnhardt took over RCR's #3 and brought sponsor Wrangler with him. The #3 wasn't quite to Dale's level though, so for 1982 and 1983, Dale switched to Ford and ran the #15 Bud Moore Engineering car. Ricky Rudd took over the #3 for two years and managed to get RCR's first and second wins, at Riverside and Martinsville.
This was the same number of wins that Dale got at Bud Moore Engineering in the #15, thus, Dale felt it was time to return to RCR and the #3.
Thus, the most famous partnership in NASCAR began, with Wrangler sponsorship through 1987, and then in 1988, the car gained the famous black, silver, white, and red GM Goodwrench sponsorship. It gained a thousand names: the intimidator, the man in black, Darth Vader...this was the most famous car in stock car racing.
And in the 2001 Daytona 500, as the DEI #15 and #8 - numbered after Dale's Bud Moore car and Dale's Busch series car - finished one-two in NASCAR's biggest race, Dale Earnhardt was killed in a turn four wall impact.
A legend had died.
Kevin Harvick was drafted in to replace him, but the paint scheme was changed, and RCR changed the number immediately. The #13 and the #23 were available, but RCR did not want to burden Harvick with a number associated with the #3 at all, thus, RCR chose the #29 instead.
This meant that, for a time, RCR had the #29, the #30, and the #31, a set of consecutive numbers.
In 2014, however, Kevin Harvick moved to SHR (more on that in a moment) and Austin Dillon took over his car...and it was renumbered the #3 again.
Why? Well, Richard Childress once famously announced that the #3 would only come back in the hands of an Earnhardt or a Childress, and Austin Dillon was Richard's grandson via his daughter. Needless to say, this has been controversial.
Lots of people feel that Austin Dillon isn't there on merit, instead he's there by nepotism. They feel that after Dale's death, the #3 should've been retired outright.
Well, they didn't do that and the #3 is back.
And RCR's second car...well, it's not the #30 or the #31 anymore, nor the #07, the #27, the #33, or any other number that RCR has run in the past.
Rather it is the #8...that number Dale Earnhardt ran in Busch and later Dale Earnhardt Jr. made famous at DEI. Why the #8? Well, it was used by Ralph Earnhardt (Dale's father) in his racing days. So how the heck did RCR end up with such an intimately Earnhardt number?
Well, it should be noted that Richard Childress and Dale Earnhardt were close friends.
Furthermore, when RCR brought back the #8, it was initially for Daniel Hemric, who is from Kannapolis, North Carolina - the same town that the Earnhardts are from.
That doesn't quite explain why they kept the #8 for Tyler Reddick and now Kyle Busch, but that's why they brought it back.
Like I said, Earnhardt nostalgia.
Now, onto SHR, who run the #4, the #10, the #14, and the #41.
When Tony Stewart bought into Haas CNC Racing (who had been running numbers like #60, #0, #66, and #70) they completely overhauled the numbering scheme.
Tony Stewart - who had originally come from an Indy Racing League background - wanted the #14 for himself, as that had been the number of his racing hero, AJ Foyt. Stewart succeeded, and he'd pass that number down to Clint Bowyer and now Chase Briscoe, the current driver.
Meanwhile, he wanted the #4 for his teammate, as that had been Tony's karting number. Unfortunately, Morgan-McClure Motorsports still owned the #4 at this time, so Tony's 2009 teammate instead had to settle for running the #39 at the time. It should be noted that Newman had run the #39 Dodge in the second-tier Busch series before at this point, so he did have an association with this number.
Once Ryan Newman left the team at the end of 2013, the team brought in Kevin Harvick and his Anheuser-Busch sponsorship (initially with Budweiser, later with Busch Light) for 2014, and finally managed to change the number to #4. They were rewarded with an immediate championship in 2014.
The #10 car came next, with SHR bringing Danica Patrick over from the world of Indycar. They initially wanted Danica's Indycar number with the #7, but that was unavailable, so they went with the #10 instead, with was one of Danica's karting numbers.
When Danica retired at the end of the 2017 season, they kept the #10 for Aric Almirola (and now Noah Gragson for 2024).
Presumably they felt that since 4+10=14, the number suited their numbering scheme.
Also suiting the numbering scheme is the #41, which is #41 backwards. Despite being Tony's number inverted, the #41 has traditionally been seen as Gene Haas' car in the Stewart-Haas pairing, with Gene bringing in Tony's rival Kurt Busch in for the 2014 season (announcing this while Tony was out injured, no less).
Daniel Suárez would drive the car in 2019, and then Cole Custer (the son of Joe Custer, who manages Gene Haas' racing operations) would drive it from 2020 to 2022.
Tony then managed to get Ryan Preece - a more grassroots kind of driver, the kind of driver Tony likes - in the car for 2023 and 2024, with results staying about the same.
Gene will get the last laugh though, because even as Stewart-Haas Racing is closing its doors, Gene Haas will keep the #41 as Haas Factory Racing, and Cole Custer will return to the NASCAR Cup Series for 2025.
Guess the #41 really was Gene's car all along, huh?
Anyway, that's six cars down today. The next car on the list would be the #5...Hendrick is a four-car team with a ton of history, and they've played a lot of number roulette over the years, so we'll handle them tomorrow. Hendrick, Roush, and maybe Spire to knock out the #5, the #6, and the #7. We did #8 here, #9 is with Hendrick, and the #10 we also covered here, so...it looks like we'll pick up with Joe Gibbs Racing and the #11 on Thursday.
Sounds good?
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I just woke up and noticed we had more extra posts in the Zuma Week tag. I'll share them too, in a bit. But first...
Just wanted to thank everyone who participated!!! It wouldn't really have happened without all of us coming together for this!!
This whole thing was very important to me and probably to a lot of you too. Lately, most I've seen coming from the fandom was just sadness, frustration, resignation, complaints on how things have been going on about the show. Sure, I'm no exception, I posted some of my opinion on this matter too. It got to the point where the few "safe spaces" for enjoying Paw Patrol "content" were now mostly only the currently active askblogs run by fans, and even those were affected - what with people sometimes questioning Zuma why he hasn't shown up in Rocky's Garage yet, for example...
It was a very good change of air to finally have nice posts about something again. We spent an entire week saying good things, saying why we like this or that, sharing each other's posts, commenting, creating amazing connections, stories, some headcanons, heck we got even short fanfics and fandub clips! How cool is that?? For a moment, we ENJOYED things about the show once again, we CHERISHED one of the characters. And we were HAPPY doing so.
This is what a fandom is supposed to be like. We all know the show has taken bad turns, some poor decisions by the producers, etc. But aren't you tired of not enjoying anymore what used to be such a good show to you? Maybe a comfort show for so many of us? Seeing only complaints around is tiring. It's not secret to most of you I'm nearly on my 30s now (One month from now!! Omg) and the amount of times I left from previous fandoms I was in just because they were no longer enjoyable places to be in... I can't even bother to count. I didn't want this to happen here too. I refuse to let it happen yet again and have Paw Patrol be just one more past in my list like "Yeah I used to like this, but everyone would only complain about stuff not going well with the show or their favorite characters, there was barely anything nice around to enjoy, so I left".
We're remembering how it was to enjoy the show, enjoy moments, have fun picking favorites or top 3 or 5, bringing up funnies and cuties, come up with headcanons and little stories. Let's always go back to it, what do you say? Sure we are frustrated, but it's been a few years from what I know and complaining didn't get you guys anywhere better about the show's situation with the producers. Social media mods/staffs aren't allowed to engage/respond to negative feedback - as neutral as you try to be, it's still considered negative feedback. So, why not show them what we like, why we love this show, so they can see it?
With that being said...
We are NOT DONE YET!!!
I still will finish my post for Zuma's Birthday prompt, because it was just too big a thing to get done in time in my current situation. At least this means I can take some extra time and work on it properly now. Another friend was very busy this week too and will post their stuff for each prompt in the next days and I'll share them too. And there will be an extra surprise about all the little stories lovingly written by @cottoncandyswirl828 for each prompt!! I just need my new laptop to be delivered here in a week from now, hehe...
In the meantime... I'll release the next event in the Paw Patrol Community at some point today!! No, it's not another Appreciation Week already, you'll see 😂 But next year we'll have more Appreciation Weeks to celebrate, praise and cherish more pups!! I already have the next one planned, just gotta pick a good week for it!! IN THE MEANTIME, LET'S KEEP FLOODING OUR TAGS WITH NICE STUFF 💙❤️🩷💚💛🧡
Once again, thank you all!!!!
#Zuma Week 2024#Zuma Appreciation Week#Justice For Zuma#Paw Patrol#Paw Patrol Zuma#Paw Patrol Fanart#Paw Patrol Fandub#Paw Patrol Fanfic
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This is why I like and defend My Hero Academia's Ending
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We're in a new Iron Age. We have been for years now, maybe longer. Really, the idea of Marvel Zombies should've been enough to make us realize it. For whatever reason, comic books are always feeling like they need to constantly be one-upping how evil each new villain is, and it's just so damn depressing. This whole video is about Reed Richards turning into a villain who commits multiple genocides and tortures alternate versions of himself for potentially infinite amounts of time just out of ego. And if you think this is a problem limited to Marvel then I have three words for you: Dark Nights Metal. Aka "how can we make Bruce Wayne into a monster worse than the Joker seven different times?" Yeah, I'll admit that The Batman Who Laughs had a sick-ass design, but dear God, if I wanted that much grimdark hopelessness I'd be reading a Warhammer novel, not a friggin' Batman comic. Y'know, Batman, the guy who saw his parents die in front of him and devoted his entire life to making sure as many people as possible didn't have to suffer the same fate? The guy who took in a child he had no connection to and raised him as his own son solely because said child suffered that same fate and he(Batman) didn't want him to have to go through life without a family like he did? The guy who managed to, through endless heroics, gain a new family filled with people who he saved and who all truly love him? Where's that been? And what about his best friend, the guy who literally has a character that translates to "hope" on his chest? Sure ain't been much of that in superhero comics lately, has there?
This is the state of superhero comics. Infinity this, Crisis that, and it's always the end of the world but only in the grimdarkest of ways. HeroAca had an arc like that once. Where Japan was collapsing into anarchy, with hundreds, probably thousands of villains freed from prison and sent deliberately to roam the streets and harm as many people as possible, and the protag was forcing himself to fight them alone, running himself ragged and isolating himself from his friends "to protect them". And it ended with those friends hunting him down, chasing him, and manhandling him into a position where he was physically incapable of running away in order to inform him that no, actually, he will not be doing this alone. Why? Because they are here. And they always will be, no matter what, because that's what it means to be both a friend and a hero. HeroAca never, at any point, stopped having a message of hope. The ending of HeroAca is a final statement of that hope-the death knell to the initial problem of a quirkless society that certain people just can't ever become heroes. Sure, the tech was so expensive that, without the "end of the world" budget for All Might's suit it took them eight years to save up to get it made, but in a world of super science that'll change a whole lot faster than in our world. And heck, even in our world things like cars and tv's(they first popped up in the 30s) went from toys for the rich to staples of everyday life pretty darn quick. The ending of HeroAca isn't just that now Deku can become a hero, it's that now anyone can become a hero. The next Batman, Iron Man, Blue Beetle, Mister Terrific-there are endless possibilities, and in a society now transformed with a better understanding of heroics, the Syndrome problem normally stemming from everyone being super won't even show up. That's the kind of soul comics used to have, the kind they ought to have. Stories of endless darkness and torment aren't the kind of story that people like Jack Kirby, Stan Lee or Siegel and Schuster would have wanted to tell. They wanted to inspire people, to give them hope. And that's what HeroAca did, right up till the end.
#mha#bnha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#hero academia#i'm not insulting anyone who enjoys the maker or modern comics#even if media is truly unredeemable(like the Cats movie) you can still enjoy it#also unrelated but I mentioned Syndrome and there's only one other character in fiction I've found who could actually have killed an idea#and it was Overhaul#If he'd been unleashed on hero society in tandem with AFO's plans he really could've killed the idea of heroes#and if Marvel or DC had had that idea they'd have made a comic where the halfway point was him actually doing that#and then they have to time travel or some shit to fix it
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that maven corianne interaction u posted was truly insane and i have not stopped thinking about it and how much i love there dynamic
I have brainrot about young Coriane and her strangely Loner™️ uncle who is staying with her family, and her parents struggle to be in the same room as the guy, and she is not allowed to talk to him or be near him, but she is and always will be Mare Barrow's kid and that makes her a Problem™️. So she decides to invite him to play games with her when they are not home. First, she asks him to play hide and seek. He looks over the faded edge of the book he is scowling at and says, "fine, go hide." She giggles and runs away as he "counts". She uses her best hiding place, the one her dad can't find her in, and she waits and waits and waits (she hides for a good two hours) and then she comes out to see him still sitting in the exact same place and says, "You're bad at this game." And he just turns the page and says, "I found you didn't I?" He looks up from the book with a bored raised eyebrow and says, "So clearly you are bad at it." And she is fucking GOBSMACKED, her little mouth falls open in horror and she stares at him for a solid few seconds. He expects her to argue, to stomp her foot and be mad, but instead she just crosses her arms and glares at him in a very "Mare Barrow" fashion and it kinda unsettles him. He pulled an Uno Reverse (not that that exists in this universe but whatever) on her and she is like: I will not be fooled into losing my favorite game again. So she keeps finding all these games to rope him into: cards, a board game she realizes her parents have just been letting her win at after he wins four times in a row, a different card game that she makes up (she cheats and keeps changing the rules to try and beat him but he finds a way to out-craft her every time), and then finally one day she brings him an old faded wooden box and sets it on the kitchen table where he is reading in the sunlight and then climbs on the chair across from him and sitting on her knees takes the top off and flips it around to show him a chess board and the pieces in the box. He tenses and she very awkwardly starts setting the pieces up incorrectly (she's only seen Cal set it up once or twice when Julian comes over) but with absolute confidence that she is correct. She crosses her arms, stares him down, and says, "we are going to play." and he just stares at the board between them before closing his book with a snap and rising. "No." he says and walks away. He's never said no before and she is furious. She chases after him, begging him to come play with her, grabbing his hand and pleading until she is almost crying. Eventually she lets go of his hand in the hallway and just sits down and starts crying. He is frozen and that is when Cal pokes his head out and is like: what happened? And she runs to him crying and Cal just takes her in his office and closes the door. And then like 30 minutes later, Cal finds Maven and is holding a sniffling and puffy eyed Coriane who clings to his neck and hides her face there when Cal stands there in silence for a few seconds. Maven watches him struggle for a bit before raising a brow and saying, "yes?" Cal inhales deeply and then says, "get the board set up, we're going to teach her how to play." And then just goes into the kitchen where the board is still waiting. Maven hesitates, then slowly follows and eyeing them like a cornered animal as Cal gives Coriane a glass of water and calms her down a little more. He brings her over at the time as Maven readjusts the pieces and sits down with her in his lap and begins explaining the pieces, what they can do, etc. And Maven watches her purse her little lips, and laughs internally because she is literally 5 years old why the heck would she be able to play chess? And then they start playing and she is getting it (kinda sorta, she's getting it for a 5 year old), guarantee she has Cal helping her and it is mostly him playing, but she is asking all the questions and understanding his answers and she has more than glimmer (more like a shine) of a strategic brain. And then when they win she is so excited and Maven smiles at them, and then Cal smiles at him.
#(*ask lily*)#(*shut up lily*)#red queen#glass sword#kings cage#war storm#broken throne#post broken throne#maven calore#cal calore#coriane barrow calore#my writing#my headcanons#listen she makes him bond with her parents XD#he is absolutely the reluctant participant in her games until he secretly starts enjoying them#he's amused at her intense need to beat him#the chess scene I just described is rent free in my head now#dear lord#I can just see them smiling at each other and then both being surprised by it#and Maven stopping first#but Cal's just softens a bit while Coriane runs to go announce to Mare who just got home that she beat Maven at chess#don't ask me how he's alive#I have no answer#all I know is that he gets shoved with Mare and Cal cause who else is going to be able to control his ass but them?
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Antonio Madrigal's Journey - Chapter 1: Only the beginning of the adventure
Pepa paced around her room as wind swirls around her feet and a cloud drips water on her head. She dreaded this day, as did Felix. Yeah, Pepa, her hermana, and hermano did this at his age, but that doesn't mean she won't be any less worried. Today was the day after Antonio's twelfth birthday. A day where he finally sets out on his own to earn the right to keep his gift.
Their journey wasn't all that unsafe, it was rather pleasant. Save for almost getting drowned in a mudslide. But hey, they still kept their gifts in the end and met amazing people that they are still friends with till this day.
And it's not like all the other madrigal journeys were unsafe, heck most of them barely even got a paper cut on theirs. Mirabel didn't get a gift, but she still went out on her own anyway when she turned twelve.
It was unexpected but everyone understood her need to go. It was her birth given right regardless of a gift. Thankfully she was able to find a witch on her journey who taught her everything she needed to know about magic. In the end she still had fun and met amazing people like all the other madrigals did.
But still, Pepa was worried. Something in her soul told her something was legitimately wrong. Maybe she could ask Bruno for a vision? Yes! That was perfect…why didn’t she think of this earlier?
While Felix was sleeping Pepa snuck out of their shared room and quietly stepped over to Brunos. She wasn’t sure if Dolores was awake or not but she surely did not want to wake her up. Her room wasn’t all that sound proof as it is.
So slowly and quietly, she crept to Bruno’s room and knocked on the door five times. After a few moments or so, she knocked again…and again. Soon enough, Bruno opened the door.
“Jeez Pepa, I heard you! And I already know why you're here so come in.” Bruno blue a raspberry as he let his sister in his room.
“Did you have a vision?”
“Yes”
“What did you see?”
“...do you want me to tell you or do you want to see for yourself?” Bruno looked at his sister worriedly. He already saw what was on the vision tablet and therefore, wished he didn’t have one at all.
“Why are you asking me that…is…is something going to happen to Antonio?” She looked her brother straight in the eye as she asked this.
Bruno nodded.
“I’ll ask again, would you rather me tell you are see for yourself, Pepa”
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Antonio had been awake since 6:30 this morning. He was so excited. How could he sleep? This was such an amazing experience...but he was also a little scared. And sad.
He was leaving his home for the first time. He was leaving his family for the first time. Pico has been listening to his endless ramblings since 6:30 this morning as well. Much to his dismay.
"I don't know how to feel about this Pico, on one hand. We're going on an adventure. On the other we're leaving home! Leaving the family behind and...I just don't know...I-"
"So, sleep is not on our schedule today, huh?" The bird had a flat semi-annoyed expression. Simply sitting on a branch above him.
Antonio looked over to the toucan with furrowed brows and the same irritated expression. "This is serious Pico! WE'RE LEAVING HOME!"
"Which is why WE SHOULD'VE SLEPT! Now, we're going to have to be awake and sleepy the whole way."
"I'm not tired"
"Yeah, you're saying that NOW"
Antonio rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. The nerve of this bird. The young boy looked around his jungle room. Still as beautiful as it was when he first laid eyes on it when he was five.
Man... that was such a long time ago. Ok, it was only seven years ago but still. A lot of time has passed. His Hermana Dolores got married and is expecting two babies. His Hermano Camilo is now engaged, Mirabel owns her own seamstress shop, Isabela teaches a paint class and is currently helping Mirabel with new types of fashion ideas, and so much more.
He'll be gone missing all of it but thankfully he could send letters through steam airship mail services. And Pico volunteered to send letters back and forth if nothing else was available. And unfortunately for the poor bird, that will soon happen.
Antonio didn't know how to feel about this but no use in worrying about it now. It was time to go, and he had to get ready. The boy huffed and puffed out his chest. Here he goes.
"Here I go again, I'm gonna go to a world outside the world I'm in. No more day dreamin again, I finally got the chance-"
Pico perked his head up and stared straight at Antonio with a 'are you serious?' expression.
"No, no, no, no, no, NO! Don't you start! This is not a singing mom-"
"When I feel my fears starin’ at me, I tell it just wait and see"
Antonio got off his hammock, hopping from branch to branch down to the center of his treehouse.
"I know who I’m gonna be, I know who I’m gonna be. The worlds half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see"
He ran over to a nearby waterfall and began his morning routine. Shower, brush his teeth, and get dressed. There's not really much else.
A light brown vest, white button shirt, and dark orange pants. Finished off with a light-yellow ascot and simple brown shoes. Can't go wrong with simplicity. Once that was done, he took a large travel backpack next to the chest and stuffed it with all the clothes from inside the chest.
Pico, looking down at the singing boy, rolled his eyes and flew down a few inches away from the boy's feet.
"He's doing this...he's really doing this right now" The bird thought to himself.
Antonio went all over the place adding any and everything he could without overstuffing it.
"If it’s a million to one, I’m gonna be that one and if it’s a shot in the dark I’m gonna be the sun"
The sun was rising in his room, a beautiful orange glow shining over the prospering jungle. All the flowers, the ones Isa helped him plant and just the ones that were already there, started to bloom beautifully. The animals in his room were beginning to wake up and skitter about.
It was beautiful, honestly. But at the moment, it's something Antonio couldn't focus on right now.
“And I just can’t afford to be wrong, even when I’m afraid…You’re gonna know my name. You’re gonna know my name”
Antonio thought back to all the stories his older siblings and cousins told him about their journeys. With every single one they all helped so many people in different ways. Some towns know them by name from all their efforts.
He couldn’t wait for him to go out and finally get to do all that stuff. Not to mention, the Miracle always promises new additions to his gift like all the others did. Something else he couldn’t wait for.
His mama can make any weather appear with her emotions, sense when storms are coming, and can semi-remove them. However, the third one can take a lot out of her. Dolores can hear all things but also silence everything around her if she wants, as well as using sound waves to push away anything deemed as a threat. However, the third one can tire her quickly so she doesn’t do it often.
Camilo can shapeshift into humans, animals, and can partially see into the memories of the person. But just like his sister and mother, he can only do it partially and it takes a lot of energy from him.
“I can barely sleep ‘cause my heart is always racing, chasing, pacing ‘round the room. Livin’ carefully is something I don’t wanna do”
Tonito was always the adventurous type. Albeit a little shy and quiet, but still up for adventure. Pepa could count on many fingers about how many times he disappeared to go explore a new area.
Not only that, but there were occasions when Antonio would swing Isabela’s vines while they were both out foraging. He was never afraid of heights, quite opposite actually, the higher the better for him. So, when he got the hang of swinging on vines in his room, he would swing as high as he could to see above the canopy.
You have no idea how many times he got hurt doing that..and how many times he had to run from his mother and father’s belt.
Now all he had left to do was say goodbye. And that…was surprisingly the most scary part. Antonio looked at the clock on a small section of his tree. It would strike at 7:30 in twenty minutes. Time for when he would have to truly say goodbye to his family and leave…for a year.
“When I feel my fears staring at me I tell it just wait and see, I know who I’m gonna be…I know who I’m gonna be. The world's half asleep it’s gonna wake up and see…If it’s a million to one I’m gonna be that one…”
“...you are a very dramatic kid, you know that?” Pico asked
“And you are a very annoying bird, ever think of that?”
After packing everything he could, the young boy sat in front of his tree with his animal friends all surrounding him. All giving him their best wishes of course.
Antonio heard a familiar guttural yawn behind him and turned around. There was his old jaguar friend Parce. Now standing at thirteen years old, which is old in Jaguar years. He technically only had two more years left but…that’s something Toni didn’t like thinking about.
“Good Morning Antonio, did you sleep well?” The old cat snuggled up against Tonito's side, causing the boy to lift up his arm.
“I did old amigo, did you?”
The old creature nodded as it stretched its legs and arched its back. “I slept well thank you, I see I made it before your departure”
“Yeah, I’m just waiting for the others to…to…say goodbye I guess.” Antonio looked down at the coati in his lap in sorrow. Slowly petting it as he got lost in thought. This was finally happening. REALLY happening.
“You are scared, young cub” The jaguar bluntly let out.
“What? No, pssh, I’m not scared! Just nervous is all but it’s all good really.” Antonio tried to play it off but he knew it was true. He was scared.
“Hmm, alright then” Parce wasn't one to pry so he let it go. But he could feel that his cub was nervous. All of the animals could, they just chose not to acknowledge it. To not make him close off any of his thoughts.
Antonio was a quiet kid when he was upset, so it was best to keep him happy so he can always open up.
Some more minutes passed before he heard Mirabel’s signature knocking at his door. The tween gently took the Coati off of his lap and sat it beside him. After that he quickly got up and began to walk toward his door.Pico and Parce followed closely behind him.
Last breakfast he’ll have with his family for a year. Better make it count. He breathed in a deep sigh as he touched the doorknob. A quick flash of his ceremony day flashed before him. It made him smile.
He shook off all the negative emotions and opened the door. Ready to greet his family for the last time. The boy quickly ran downstairs and to the backyard where the breakfast table was already set up.
As always, the food smelled good and delectable. When he was about to say something, he felt a hand ruffle his curly hair. Ugh, Camilo.
“Hey Hermano, sleep well?”
Camilo had the audacity to act like he wasn’t worried or scared about today. Just as chill as any other day huh, Milo?
“Stooop, you know I hate that!”
Antonio smacked his hand away and glared at his big brother. Camilo, in return, stuck his tongue out at him. And Antonio did the same, a smile creeping into his lips right afterwards. He quickly took a seat next to his papa, with his mama on the left of him. Dolores sat next to her husband, Mariano, and Camilo sat next to his Fiance, Miguel.
Mirabel sat on the other side of the table, on her right was Luisa, and on her left was Isabela. Sitting next to Isa was their mother Julieta, and on Julie’s left was her husband. The whole blue family looked happy and peaceful. No pressure or unhappiness of any kind.
And as always, Alma sat at the head of the table. Now at eighty two years old, still the strong matriarch she used to be. Albeit a little slower, but that just comes with age. And trust me, she doesn’t let her age get in the way of her fun.
Bruno sat at the end of the table, in no way did that mean he was excluded or left out. That was just his favorite sitting area. His hands were nervously clasped together while looking at Pepa. Oh boy….
Pepa had a noticeable heavy black cloud over her head. Rain was coming down upon her as she looked at Felix. He put his hand on hers and squeezed, offering a sympathetic smile. Felix saw the vision tablet too…and he knew what was about to come.
“Antonio, familia, I have something to share with you. It’s something that none of us want to hear but it needs to be said,” Pepa held a somber look as she stared at her plate. Unable to look Antonio in the eye. Not willing to see the heartbreak in his eyes.
“Antonio will not be going on his journey. That is final.”
The table was silent as they all looked at her in confusion and shock. Antonio even more so. What the hell is she on about?
“What…?” Tonito quietly asked, unsure if he really heard what he just heard. Pepa wouldn’t look him in the eye so he looked at his father. Felix thought it would be best if he spoke up.
“I’m sorry Tontito but…your place is here. Not out there, this is for a reason son. Please, understand”
Bruno covered his face and groaned, this was not going to end well. He could feel it in his gut. The family looked in Bruno’s direction. This has something to do with him. Dolores had already heard the information from the early morning. She was just quietly waiting for the inevitable shoe to drop.
Bruno…..did you have a vision?” Alma asked and adjusted her green glasses.
Bruno simply hummed and quickly grabbed a cup of juice, filling his mouth with it so he wouldn’t have to explain anything. Alma saw right through that and narrowed her eyes with a raised brow. What was he hiding?
“I…I don’t understand. I’ve been preparing to leave for weeks I don’t- ” Antonio shook his head and looked up at his mama, who still couldn't look him in the eye.
“Antonio, this is for the best. I’m not arguing or taking any “buts” or pleads from you.” She said sternly and thunder could be heard from the cloud over her head.
Alma looked at her daughter and decided to speak up, “Pepa, what is the meaning of this. Why can’t he go?”
“I’ll explain later mama, not right now.”
Oh Antonio wasn’t about to let this slide, not by a long shot. “No”
Pepa looked up at him, Tonito has never been defiant or rebellious before, so this was new. “I’m sorry?”
“You heard me mama, NO! I’d at least like to know WHY I can’t go” Tonito demanded. In the back of his head, he was sure something probably went wrong in the vision tablet. But still, he would at least like to know the details. Maybe it was avoidable if he just SAW it.
Pepa felt a little flabbergasted and appalled that Antonio had the audacity to do this. She understood why he felt the way he felt, but she wasn’t ready to tell him.
She took a deep breath to come herself, “Antonio, I’m not going to argue with you. My words are final.”
“But-”
“NO ANTONIO! DO NOT ASK ME AGAIN!” Thunder rang out through the house. Pepa glared at her son for dominance of the situation, as did Antonio. The sound made everyone jump and caused Dolores to wince from the impact.
Antonio growled and pushed the table away from him and stormed off to his room. Parce and Pico followed soon after just for some support and comfort he will likely need.
Pepa counted from 1-10 in her mind, Felix helped by coaxing her to breathe in and out. They both knew this was for the best. They could take Antonio’s anger and oncoming silent treatment over his inevitable end.
The rest of the family was told what was in Bruno’s vision, one vision showed him in a situation that was very confusing and concerning. The other was where Antonio was in a situation that showed…something very terrible regarding his life.
Now, they all understood why Antonio could just not go out there. Hopefully in due time, Tonito would be of age where they could tell him why he couldn’t go. And hopefully, he’ll understand.
The day passed on as usual, everyone doing their daily duties and chores. Antonio however, stayed in his room all day. Never even coming down for lunch or dinner. Not like he needed to, there were fruit trees of all sorts in his room. So, he had no need to come down whatsoever.
On the inside, he was seething mad. His intuition screamed at him to go, but he didn’t want to go against his mother’s wishes. All day he was fighting with himself to no end. It was honestly infuriating.
His animals attempted to speak to him as maturely as they could. In which they all took his mama’s side, much to his dismay.
“She just wants you to be safe, young one”
“Mothers always know what’s best”
“Don’t be so upset, little cub. She’s just trying to protect from something terrible”
On and on, and on. None of them really made him feel better but he did see things from her perspective. But he just wished he saw the vision tablet, maybe it’s something he could avoid if he thought hard on it.
Soon nightfall came, and everyone headed off to bed. Some concern was there for Antonio, but they thought it was best to just leave him alone. It was getting late and Antonio decided to finally take it down a notch. He climbed up his large tree, hopping from branch to branch, to his hammock bed.
After he laid his head down, he slept for a couple hours. Irritating slumber as his dreams showed him out on the open road. But everything would switch from calm beautiful scenery, laughing with people he couldn’t fully see, to monsters chasing him away.
Until he heard it…a small symphonic tune that called for him, again, and again. His eyes shot open at the fourth “call”. He sat up and looked around, no one but sleeping animals and fireflies were there.
Tonito shook his head and laid back down, putting his pillow over his head to ignore the sound.
“Go…go little one…you must go”
Antonio’s hand lifted the pillow ever so slightly to his angry face. A groan escaped him as he sat up again.
“Go little one, you must go”
Out of irritation, Antonio made his way off his hammock and out of his tree using the mushroom steps and across the little bridge. After stepping over a few animals, he made it down. The tree he had was illuminated with many lanterns sitting on tree branches. All of which would turn themselves off when the sun came, and come on when the moon came.
It made everything look so surreal and calming. However, Antonio wasn’t really in a calm state. More so anxious and confused. That damn sound would not leave him alone.
“Go now, you have the chance-”
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Antonio got so frustrated he decided to speak to it, “I can hear you, but I won’t. Some look for trouble, while others don’t.” The teen boy walked further into his jungle home, far behind the tree to clear his head.
He looked up at the moon and sighed, “There’s a thousand reasons I should go about my day, and ignore your whispers which I wish would go away ooooh”
He heard the sound again and rolled his eyes, mocking the sound “Oooooh”
And there it was again, irritatingly, there it was again. Antonio began to walk faster, as if the faster he walked, the farther away he could get from the sound. But that was untrue because it just kept coming.
“You're not a voice! You're just a ringing in my ear, and if I heard you, WHICH I DON’T! I’m spoken for, I fear.”
He looked around the jungle, expecting to see the thing calling out to him. All small, look at the hot air balloon that was still sitting behind his tree.Still waiting to be turned on and used for adventure. Unfortunately, there was nothing there. But he could hope.
“Everyone I’ve ever loved is here within these walls, I’m sorry secret siren but I’m blocking our calls. I don’t need an adventure…I don’t need something new…” Antonio thought about his words, how he was lying to himself. He longed for an adventure for the longest time.
Ever since he learned about Madrigal’s going on adventures when they were 12.
He thought about the sound calling out to him to go. How it could be just himself or…maybe something that’s trying to get him to go out there. To see the world and all it has to offer…or something that wants to hurt him. So many possibilities.
“I’m afraid of what I’m risking if I follow you, into the unknown!”
The symphonic call sang two more times. Urging him to follow his intuition and HIS instincts. He wanted to do it so much. He needed to. But…what if he was going to make a mistake and mess up? What if he leads himself to his own demise…or what if discovers something amazing?
He walks down the hill to a river and stares down at himself. Seeing his reflection and the moon above shimmering in the water.
“What do you want? ‘Cause you’ve been keeping me awake…are you here to distract me so I make a big mistake.” But then he thought more about it, maybe this could be something great. “Or are you someone out there who knows what’s truly me, who knows deep down…I’m not where I’m meant to be…”
All the madrigals had their adventures and lived to tell the tale. Lived to see new places, new people, and the thrill of experiencing something new. Antonio wanted that, he wanted all of it. Every single bit of it.
“I want to feel my power grow, don’t you know there’s part of me that longs to goooo”
All of a sudden, an orange wisp appeared to him. A magical little flame that swirled around him and flew off poofing into beautiful glittering smoke. The teen boy walked into the smoke and images started appearing before him.
“Into the unknown…”
The dwarf kingdom, the Elf kingdom, the orc kingdom, and the dragon kingdom. All four places are what Antonio is aware of but never been to. Only heard about them in stories from his parents or tio’s elven and dwarf friends.
Then…the rulers appeared tall and strong, standing above him. All looking down at him and smiling. The rulers of prosperous kingdoms were smiling at him. But how could that be? Was he going to meet them?
But if that were true…what didn’t his mother see? Was there something wrong?
“Are you out there? Do you know me? Can you feel me? Can you show me?”
The wisp took all of the magical images away and showed new ones. Ones of stone giants, trolls, Wargs, Rhosgobel Rabbits, Orcs, Elves, dragons, dwarves, were-beasts and beings, walking trees, creatures of which Antonio did not recognize but it still looked awesome!
Was this his journey? How could it be so fantastic? What was waiting for him when he left.
Most of the beasts shown were creatures Antonio should have been afraid of. However, he has never been afraid of anything. His family could literally kill with the gifts they had, even him. So why should he be afraid of anything?
The wisp showed new images; A sword, armor, a bow and arrow, a what looked like a whip sword. And in an instant, the wisp took all of the pictures away and swirled around Antonio again. Leaving him to chase after it.
“Where are you going, don't leave me alone! How do I follow you-”He follows the light up to a cliff, running as fast as he can to catch it.
And then, it disappeared…puffing into smoke that dissipated into the air.
“Into the unknown…”
Antonio panted as he tried to understand what just happened. What the actual hell??? As he thought about it. He realized that…he couldn’t be here. He can’t be here. And with a look of determination, Antonio ran back to his tree and started to pack up again. To hell with his mothers fears, he was needed for something important.
He didn’t know what but he knew somewhere in his gut that he needed to GO. So, that’s what he was going to do.
Some spare clothes, books, and the gold coins he saved up from doing his chores and helping out around the village. Which was about 20,000 coins give or take. Enough for him to buy whatever he needed along the way.
All that moving around caused Parce to wake up, a little irritated that his slumber was disturbed.
“There better be a good reason you have woken me, little cub.”
Antonio looked at the cat and whispered, “of course there is, we’re leaving.” The boy said, leaving no room for argument.
The jaguar looked puzzled at that statement, “But I thought we weren’t. Your mother had said so herself.”
“Yeah well…now we are. I’m needed out there for something important, I just know it.”
Parce didn’t quite know what to say to that, what could he say to the determined child?
“Alright…” the creature stretched its limbs and back, “Should I step into the flying balloon then?”
“No, we’ll sleep until early morning, right now it’s only-!” He looked at the clock, “it’s only two thirty , we’ll wake at six PM.”
Without any more words, the jaguar walked into the hot air balloon, laid down, and attempted to go back to sleep. Antonio stopped moving around to think about what he needed. He got it and walked down the mushroom steps attached to the tree and made his way out of his room.
He needed some memorabilia from everyone in his family. Something that he will just “borrow” for the time being as well. The first room he snuck into was his hermano Camilo’s room. As soon as he stepped inside he heard his brother snoring loudly. It made the teen chuckle.
When he further stepped into the room, spot lights shined themselves on him. Causing the boy to jump in fear. But he needed this, needed light to see where he was going.
Quietly, he speed walked up to the stage of his room and to the right, walking up some steps. After that, slowly he stepped his way over to Camilo’s closet and opened it. A creak was heard but nothing more than that.
Once opened, Antonio quickly snatched a ruana from the closet, closed it, and ran off the stage. Meeting the floor with a thud and running toward the bedroom door. One item has already been achieved.
Next room was Mirabel’s. Why didn’t he go to Dolores’ room? Because that would be the dumbest thing he could do. He was praying she didn’t hear his steps as it is. Going into her room would wake her up instantly. And he already had a sewn ascot from her anyway, he’ll wear that on the journey.
When he made it to Mira’s room, he slowly crept inside. It was dark so the only thing he could do was get on his knees and crawl toward Mirabel’s bed. His hand reached for a basket, somewhere he knew her knitting needles would be.
And just like he hoped, they were there, as well as some yarn. The next thing he needed was her sewing needles. But even if he made it over to her dresser, there was no way he could find the needles.
So, in an act of courage, he stood and walked over to her window. Removing the hatch and opening it ever so slightly to illuminate the room. After that, he tip-toed over to the dresser and opened it, quietly moving the objects in the way.
After a few seconds of searching, he found them as well as some fabric. Items three (knitting needles), four (yarn), five (sewing needles), and six (fabric patches) are archived. These would come in handy if he ever needed to patch a hole or make a quick shawl or something of the like.
The next two things he needed were a vest from his tio agustin, Luisa’s wrist guards, Isabela’s signature colorful waist scarf. Some random fabric she liked to wear for some reason that Antonio only understood as a style choice. It has smudges of paint and powder on it from so many projects of hers. The guards were too big for his tiny wrists but he could cut and sew them into a size that he could fit into, same for the vest.
So, just like he did with Camilo and Mirabel’s rooms, he snuck in and out of all three rooms with ease. The last item he got was from downstairs. Juelita’s cookbook. Antonio was aware that she had tons more locked away somewhere. He overheard a conversation that his mother and aunt were having.
Something something, “if a fire ever happened, my signature cookbook as well as the family photo album would be like in a fireproof chest under my bed”
So, the one he was taking from the kitchen wouldn’t affect her too much. He swiped the book and quickly but quietly ran up the stairs to his room. Stuffing all the items into his backpack once he got a hold of it.
Antonio grabbed a lantern from his tree, which he cursed himself for not thinking of earlier, and went back out for six more items. Three shirts from his father, his mothers head scarf, Tio Bruno's ruana, and his abuela’s shawl . There was no way those things weren’t going with him.
As he did all of the others, he snuck into his parents room and took three shirts from his fathers closet. Antonio had to sit the lantern down to stuff the shirts under his arm, then pick up the lantern again.
The next item was his mama’s scarf, which he took from her dresser. He stuffed the scarf from his arm and was about to leave, but something stopped him.
Antonio lifted up the lantern in the direction of his parents’ bed. He looked at them sadly as the realization of what he was doing finally kicked in. He was leaving them. When both of them told him to stay for his safety.
He made his way over to their bed, Pepa’s side specifically. He bent down and kissed her on the head, then he went over to his papa and did the same.
“I love you both but…I have to go. I’ll try to be back as soon as I can” He quietly whispered. Truly saddened that he couldn’t stay for them.
After that he left to get the two other items and went back to his room to put the last of them into his backpack.
“Don’t cry.” Antonio thought to himself, “Don’t cry, don’t cry, this is for the best and it’s happening for a reason. They’ll understand in due time.”
Once everything was packed, Antonio set his alarm clock and crawled back up to his hammock. Sighing as he closed his eyes and fell into a deep slumber. Today will be a day of adventure, something he will NOT let slip through his fingers.
Six thirty came about rather quickly, and Antonio hated that. The quicker time went by, the faster it came time for Antonio to leave his family.
“Whatever, let’s just get this over with.”
Antonio did his daily morning routine and ended it with getting dressed in most of his family’s clothing. His father's gold button up shirt with triangle patterns on the ends of it. It was a little big on him but something he could deal with by just tucking in the shirt.
His mother’s orange scarf wrapped around his head and Dolores’ sewn ascot around his neck. On top of his shirt was Camilo's orange ruana, on his waist was Isabela's waist scarf, and lastly Luisa's wrist bands that he edited to fit him.
After that, he wrote a letter to his family.
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“Dear familia, I know I was told to stay but I simply cannot do that. I’m needed somewhere out there and I must follow my instincts and intuition. If fate permits, I will see you all by my thirteenth birthday. I love you all so much, so please forgive me for what I have done.
With love, Antonio Madrigal”
It was short but what else could he add? He was hearing voices so he decided to go out into the wide world on a hunch? Don’t think so. Antonio left the note on a mushroom step, a spot someone should see when they enter his room.
Pico was still asleep so Antonio carefully held the nest he was sleeping in and took it to the hot air balloon, where Parce was sleeping, and placed it at the bottom of the wicker basket. The bird would be told the news when he awoke.
The envelope (balloon part) of the contraption had patches of red, orange, yellow, and brown reinforced fabric. Colors that show his side of the family. The basket that Antonio stood in had blues, purples, magentas, and greens to show the blue family, his abuela, and uncle. Personally weaved by a dwarf friend of Pepa and Juleita. The only dwarf Antonio has ever met in his life.
Dwarves, Orcs, Elves, and dragon borns were a rarity to find among people. They were only seen out of their kingdoms when they had business overseas or left their kingdom as a way of escaping someone.
Simply seeing the colors almost made the boy cry but he remained strong and stern, he had a purpose in this. He just didn’t know what it was yet. But he soon would find out, and oh boy, would part of him had wished he stayed home.
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Pepa woke up in a cold sweat, she saw her youngest baby in a state of peril, and she could do nothing to help. And before she could see him fully slain, she woke up. What on earth did she just see? No…no…no…no, that wasn’t going to happen. Her son was safe in his room…holding a grudge.
She needed to talk to him. To get him to understand why she said no. Maybe then he’ll understand, and possibly it’ll scare him into staying home and never stepping outside until he turns thirteen. Yeah, that should work.
As she sat up she noticed that she was drenched in water and a heavy black cloud was above her head. Great, she more than likely drenched the bed. She looked over at her husband, who was also wet, and he was still sleeping.
So slowly and quietly, she got off her bed and snuck out of her room once more. As she made her way to his room, she noticed that his door was open. That was strange, surely he didn’t run away…right?!
She opened the door and walked inside to see no sign of her son. Not even in his hammock. Her heart skipped a beat. Thunder clapped in her dark cloud. Quickly, she ran over to the tree and walked up the mushroom steps, into the middle section of the tree. She looked up and her son was not there at all. Pepa started to panic.
“Antonio!” she yelled in fear, where was her baby?!
As she was about to make her way down the steps again, she saw an envelope on a mushroom step. She walked down a few steps and picked it up, opened it, and read it.
A storm will be approaching Encanto very soon….
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Ghosts from the Past
Chapter 1
"Danny, we're going to be late, please put your shoes on!" Jazz all but whines to her even littler brother. Yeah, long story short, Danny told mom and dad he was Phantom, it did not go well, so clockwork de-aged Danny to be a four-year-old, again. The two had moved to Gotham, under Nightengale. So now they were Jasmine and, Danny Nightengale. Jazz was doing her clinical internship at Arkarhm Assylum, and Danny went to preschool.
"I don't wanna weave you." Danny whines, stomping his foot. "I know, Danny, but it's only until 4:30, then I'll pick you up and we can watch all the slasher movies you want." Jazz tries to bribe, but Danny just starts crying. "I want JJ!" He cries as Jazz sighs, forcing his shoes on his feet and his coat on. "Danny, there is no JJ." Jazz says as the little boy continues to cry as the two make their way into the hallway. "JJ!" Danny cries right as their neighbor from across the hall exits his apartment. "Danny I don't know who that is." Jazz says, trying to calm down the little boy. "Ah, little tyke upset?" Their neighbor asks, as Jazz nods as the three get on the elevator. "Yeah, he keeps crying for a JJ, but I don't know who that is, and I know all his friends from preschool and his teachers." Jazz says as their neighbor looks at Danny. "Danny?" He whispers as Danny looks at him. "JJ!" He giggles as Jazz looks at the neighbor. "Last time I saw you, you were four, that was 11 years ago, you should be 15, little tyke," Jason says, as Jazz's mind races. "You're his biological brother." She whispers as JJ looks up at her. "You're not the adopted mom." He says as Danny wiggles out of Jazz's arms. "Uppie!" He whines as JJ complies. "We're not going to go to preschool today." Jazz says, hitting the button for their floor.
"What the hel-heck happened?" JJ asks, as Jazz sighs, as Danny runs and grabs a book about space. "JJ wead to me?" Danny asks, as Jazz sighs. "Not right now, Danny, we have to tell JJ the truth." Jazz says as Danny shakes his head. "Uh-uh." Danny says, as he runs back to his room. "Danny!" Jazz says, as she stands up. "Danny he's your brother he deserves to know." Jazz says, as she sits in front of his door. "I wanna go home." He whispers as Jazz sighs. "Danny, you know why we can't do that." Jazz says as Danny opens his door, and hugs Jazz. Danny has such big feelings for a tiny little boy. "Now, are you ready to go and tell JJ what happened?" Jazz asks, as Danny nods. "Do you want me to tell him or you?" Jazz asks, as Danny taps her. "Okay, I can do that." She whispers, picking him up and going back to the living room.
"So sorry about that JJ, Danny here, has quite big emotions." Jazz says as JJ nods as the two sit in the arm chair across from him. "My name is Jazz Nightengale, you of course know Danny. But what you don't know is, our, my, parents, hunt ghosts. And their crowning achievement was opening a portal into their demintions known as the Ghost Zone. Well, it didn't work, so Danny very stupidly," Jazz says pointedly as Danny's face blushes. "Took a look inside and turned the portal on, turning him into a half ghost." Jazz says, gauging JJ's reaction to the news. He seemed to be handling it well enough.
"But your parents." He says as she sighs and nods. "But my parents are ghost hunters, and so when Danny, after a year of being the town's only hero against the other ghosts, he finally told them. And it did not go well. They called in the GIW; Ghost Investigation Ward, or Guys in White, they um, they're the government's ghost hunters. So the god of time, de-aged Danny, and set us up here, in Gotham." Jazz finishes and Danny peaks his head out of Jazz's neck. "JJ?" Danny asks, as JJ smiles and ruffles his hair.
"You, my little brother, will never have to worry about this GIW, ever again, your big brother's gonna make sure of it." JJ says, as Danny smiles, looking up at Jazz, who frowns. "Jazz?" Danny asks, as Jazz looks to JJ. "JJ, you can't promise us that, not when Danny's existence is illegal." Jazz says as JJ stares at her. "Jazz, you told me your guys' secret, so I'm going to tell you mine. When I was about 12 years old, I was pseudo adopted by Bruce Wayne, and became Robin to Batman, his second Robin. When I was 15 years old, the uh, Joker, he used my mother, to get me into a warehouse by myself to save her. He ended up killing me. A woman by the name of Tailia al Ghoul took my body and dumped me into a Lazerous Pit, bringing me back to life. I became RedHood." JJ says as Danny gasps. "I wove WedHood!" Danny says, jumping up and down. "You, you do?" JJ asks, as Jazz smiles. "Yeah, WedHood is so cool, he kicks the bad guys asses!" Danny shouts making Jazz blush and JJ laugh. "Danny." Jazz scolds. "He does." Danny says with a shrug.
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How often do you see the Prussian Cross in media?
We're not even jumping into the heavy-hitters right now. We're sticking with the particular variant of the Prussian Cross. Black cross. White outline.
Outside of historical stuff and bikers...how often do you see this?
If the answer is "Barely anywhere at all, especially in Children's Media", you'd be correct. Because after the early 1900s, it kind of took on a MAJOR negative meaning.
Obviously, there's plenty of other cross variations to use, so this wasn't exactly a DEATH KNELL for Christian Imagery. Just because people don't want to be associated with the Kaiser's Germany or their biggest crowd that was super-popular in Europe during the 30s and 40s doesn't mean they can't use a DIFFERENT design of cross. But obviously, using that particular brand became something of a cultural taboo
And, again...this isn't even the heavy-hitters.
But now consider: if a bunch of constituents go to John Fetterman's house to protest his support for Israel's genocide, and his only response is to wave a huge Israeli flag...blue and white with the Star of David...what is the message he's sending there? What is the association going to become?
Now, begin to multiply that. Not by hundreds of times directly, but by little moments. People with the Israeli flag on Twitter, putting up arguments about how all Palestinians are terrorists, and how DARE you not sympathize with Israel after the events of October 7th!
Actually, here, you know what? Let's just DEMONSTRATE.
...oh, I was looking for less-silly examples, but sometimes, you get the PERFECT ONE that is making EXACTLY your point:
Here it is. Right here. I dunno how serious the OP is, but yeah, people are actively turning the Star of David into an "I Stand With Israel" symbol, while Israel is committing ALL OF THE CRIMES, and digging a hole deeper and deeper. The longer this goes, the worse it gets, the more entangled they become...do you see why I'm upset now? Do you understand yet?
Especially because...you know who's really having a great time with this? The antisemites. They get to watch a military force do a genocide against those brown Arabs all the way over in a desert while everyone gets MAD, and all they have to do is keep encouraging the fight! Make that Star of David an EVIL symbol! In a few years, guess what you get to do? You get to start SHAMING people for wearing the Star! Heck, you can do that right now! But you don't have to, because plenty of other people are doing that for you.
So we return to my original point:
The fact that while watching a children's cartoon, for s *split second*, I saw something that I immediately associated as a red flag, because it was on my computer screen. And where do I generally see blue and white stars on my computer screen these days? News stories. Propaganda. The guys in your mentions who jump in to accuse you of antisemitism because you say something like "Genocide is bad".
Let's leave with this:
#I've talked about this before too#one of the important reasons for separatiion of church and state is so that the state can't guilt you into associating them with the church#because a state claiming to represent your religion can violate it at any time#and even if it's NOT happening right now#it could happen in ten years or thirty#people die and get replaced by new people#and sometimes the new people are evil people#again: this was a split second#antisemitism
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1, 2, 4, 5, 10 (FUCKING DUUHH?!), 14, 19, 22, 36, 37, 38 and 39
(enjoy bitch)
1, what are 3 things you’d say shaped you into who you are?
how do you look at back at a whole life and pinpoint when it twisted this way or that? we're all made up of so many more impressions than could ever fit into a neat little map. but sure, i'll try. 3 things among thousands that shaped me into the floundering 30 something wine hag you all know now
school? that sounds way too broad but heck it. the way it shaped that sense of self and where you belonged both in and outside of classrooms. up to junior high I was Good At School but Bad At People and that gave me exactly that awful self importance that kids who are good at nothing but reading get to make up for how lonely we feel. oh fuck you, you all know exactly what kind of smugness I'm talking about here. thankfully I got into a high school class of people way smarter And more ambitious than me which gave me some much-needed reality checks when the fatigue set in senior year. yay?
being a horse girl was a strange balance looking back at it. you were taught to be ocd levels of careful when cleaning up and taking care of the horse and the equipment, but you're also knee-deep in literal shit in the pouring rain cause someone dropped their riding crop when hacking out and you can't go home until you have all your shit together. it definitely hits the need to be perfect always, but also makes you kind of immune to filth and grit?
the friends I had as a teen. I know it must come as a shock to you all but I've always been a very akward nerd who isn't always the best at knowing what's socially accepted or social suicide rip but in middle school somehow 4 nerdy girls found each other, and then others, and I will be forever grateful that I had that bunch of dorks to hang out with as we navigated puberty, school, fandom introductions, and all that other good shit. there is a certain kind of bond you make when 8 girls squeeze onto one 90cm bed for the slumber party and I love that we looked like a pile of pigs (according to one girls younger sister one such morning)
2, show us a picture of your handwriting?
4, what’s an inside joke you have with your family or friends?
when we first got to know each other back in the day @magnusdidntwantablog was once kind enough to come pick me up from work when I was stationed at our store in the neighbouring town (about an hour away) and worked late enough that no buses would get me home. It was winter and his car was freezing but he wasn't wearing any gloves because he said he had the fans set on warmer air and it would warm up "any minute now". His hands were numb by the time we got to my place and the car was just turning into less of a fridge. Since then that delivery of "aaany minUTE now" has been our go to for when we think the other is being dumb and should just listen. Yes, I know you're sick of it, but that just makes it funnier to us.
5, what made you start your blog?
hubris? nah but my friends talked about it and it seemed fun, so I lurked for a bit and then decided I wanted in on it too
10, would you say you’re an emotional person? (FUCKING DUUHH?!)
HEY! that hurts my poor emotional feelings ;;_;;
but uh yeah, totally am. but I feel like I'm rarely UwU-soft emotional, more heart on sleeve and easily riled up-emotional rip lol
14, what’s something you’ve always wanted to do but maybe been to scared to do?
take up acting properly, but the older I get the less convinced I am that I have what it takes.. and also time commitment?
19, favourite thing about the day?
that's when I'm able to do the awake thing? also the eating thing.
22, say 3 things about someone you love
3 things I love about @jacquelinesrumbottle is how she is the most easily excitable person ever! she will hype anything and everyone she loves up to everyone she meets because did you know that her friends and fiance are the most talented, beautiful, amazing, generous people who ever walked the earth? also did you have a chance to read this breathtaking book or play that life changing game yet?
she is generous to a fault because spoiling people when she can brings her joy. but also we were supposed to send each other One Jar of Nutella, not a moving box filled with local sweets that took months to finish x'D
her imagination and sense of wonder is hard to find outside 3rd graders (affectionate), because everything really is possible! she carries a thousand stories in her cute little head at any given moment and also did you read the latest article on psychology or stray kids?
have I mentioned that I miss her?
36, are you an open book or do you have walls up?
both? if I care about people I don't have a lot of walls up around them, but that doesn't mean I'm necessarily the most forthcoming. I'll be dropping hints that I need to talk before I'll turn to someone outright and vent because heaven forbid that I bother someone with my small little life and its problems
37, share a secret
I have unread ao3 emails from 2017 (/o\)
if you think it's frustrating trying to get me to sit down and read or watch something you've recommended please know that in my inbox there are stories that I found myself, liked, subscribed to get updates when they posted new chapters, and then proceeded to Not read for 7 years? yeah, I hate myself a little a lot over it.
38, fave song at the moment?
who knows about fave, but this song has been playing on repeat in my brain for like a week so you can have that
39, youtuber you’ve been obsessed with and why?
there's been a few over the years but I love watching Bernadette Banner for myself cause it's fascinating watching people who know things and she has such a calming presence.
but also we've been watching Ants Canada together to watch his homemade rainforest and the Special Interst(TM) is off the charts but it's so fucking earnest and something I really enjoy about our sundays lol
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The best way I've found to describe being aroace goes a bit like this.
Let's take a straight man for example. He's attracted to women, but not other men. No matter how handsome or kind, no matter how well he gets along with another guy, he simply isn't attracted to a guy like how he is with ladies. No matter what your sexuality is, straight, gay, bi, pan, you simply are not attracted to your family members. No matter how hot your parent or sibling is, you just simply don't have those kinds of feelings for them because they're a close relative.
For me, it's like that but with everyone. No matter how beautiful, or how well we get along, those feelings of romantic and sexual attraction simply DO NOT occur. Be it some wires in my brain not connecting or just some mutation in my mind, whatever the cause, I just don't experience those feelings. That's just how it is, c'est la vie.
Many can try to find a reason why they don't occur, find a mental switch that if flipped would make me be able to feel that way about another person. Personally, I don't see the point in doing anything about it.
Say they created some pill that would turn me from ace to allo. I probably wouldn't bother taking it. Not because "Oh not if I'm not ace I'll just be straight and I can't have that." (and the price this hypothetical drug would have in the US of A aside). I wouldn't bother because I don't see the point in doing so.
One night, before I knew what asexuality was, I can remember laying in bed thinking it over. I thought to myself, "Well, I don't like guys... but I don't like girls either... So, I guess I'm straight but just won't ever date anyone." It wasn't till my final year of high school that I realized the flaw in that logic.
It took the better part of a year to put two and two together. Learning the word asexual didn't make me ace, it just gave me a word to describe a concept I already knew. Heck, I can distinctly recall learning the word and finding the definition very relatable. But my thought wasn't "Oh, so that's what I am" no, my first thought "neat, good for them." It wasn't until health class when I started to think about it more. I learned that the age of consent is 16 in Ohio and was confused. I thought to myself, "what's the point of it being less than 18? We're all still kids, why would anyone want to sex?" Upon later hearing my classmates talk about sex and being in relationships that it started to click that I was the odd one out. The age of consent of 16 because teens have those feelings for each other. Yet I was a teen and I didn't. It was only then that the pieces feel into place.
In a way, it was the same as when I was diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. My therapist telling me that I have SAD (GAD now) didn't give me a mental disorder. It just gave me an explanation about something that was already happening. Why other people weren't scared into silence when meeting strangers. Why other people didn't have random panic attacks in the middle of class. Why others didn't get so stressed about being late for work that they give themselves 30 minutes to do a 10-minute commute.
Why does all that happen to you? Because you have generalized anxiety. Why you've never wanted a boyfriend? Why you get uncomfortable during movie sex scenes? Why it's never occurred to you that other high schoolers are horny? Because you're aroace. That's just how the dice fell, that's just how it be sometimes.
So, what would be the point in trying to change it? People can come up with X and Y reasons why I have to, and I have a counterpoint to all of them. But none of them matter in the face of one thing:
As I am now, I am happy and content with my sexuality. It's my life to live, and I'm happy to live it as an ace of spades.
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Forced To Believe Chapter 64- War
Chapter Summary: The Shield and Evolution continue to go at it. Melanie starts to get suspicious of Jon. Morgan unleashes at Payback.
Words: 9,000+
After Melanie went inside her hotel room, she saw Jon getting ready to go out.
"Hey." She greeted. "I thought we were gonna watch a movie and chill tonight."
"Ah...I thought that was tomorrow. I'm about to hang with the guys tonight. Tomorrow, all right?" he smiled apologetically.
She started to look disappointed but shook it off. They'll have other times to hang out with each other.
"Oh, okay then." She sat on the bed.
"I'm sorry, Lanie."
"No, no it's fine. You're getting dressed up for an outing with the guys." She observed his dressy casual attire.
"I lost a bet against Colby. I'll see you later." He kissed her on the cheek and headed out the door.
"Okay..." She chuckled and turned on the TV.
Hours seemed to have gone past as she checked the clock. It was already 2:30 AM.
"Guess the guys are having a wild night." She murmured and decided to go to sleep.
When she woke up in the morning, she noticed Jon was still not there.
"Where the heck is he?" She asked herself before getting herself ready for the day.
As soon as she was about to head out the door, Jon came back.
"Well, good morning. Where were you all night?"
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked apologetic. "Morning. Sorry, I crashed with Colby and Joe."
"I see." She watched as he went to the bathroom.
That was weird. He would always be here with her if they had roomed together. Shaking it off and thinking he just had a rough night, she went to the first floor to meet up with Milena.
"Morning! You okay?" Milena greeted her with a hug.
"Not really. Well, I guess it's just that Jon was gone all night. But it's okay. Maybe he just had a rough night or something."
"Well..." Milena began but decided to stay quiet.
Everyone knew except for Melanie. She really wanted to tell her but decided to respect Jon's wishes.
"Well, what?" The Outspoken Diva questioned.
"Nothing. Just thinking about what we're going to eat. How's the diet?"
"Great! I love it. You think you can make me one of those yummy protein shakes?"
"Of course!"
After they get their breakfast, the two eat at a table at the hotel cafeteria. Colby walked over to them, making Melanie flinch.
"Haha! You thought I was gonna smack you, didn't you?" He laughed.
"No. I was just alert." Melanie mumbled, making Milena giggle. "Hey so how was the bet?"
Colby started to look confused. "Bet?"
"That Jon lost? Were you too drunk to remember?" The Outspoken Diva chuckled while Milena and Colby glanced at each other.
"Oh yeah...the bet."
"I heard he had to wear a dressy casual outfit last night while you guys were out. I guess you guys got too wild and Jon had to stay over at your room with Joe, right?"
"Right..."
Milena cleared her throat while Jon walked over to their table.
"Morning Jon." Milena smiled.
"We were just talking about your bet." Colby gave him an annoyed look.
"What was the bet?" Melanie asked.
Jon and Colby glanced at each other and after a few moments, Colby blurted out, "Beer pong."
Melanie's eyes lit up. "No way! You won at beer pong? A few years ago you got trashed by Celeste and Jon. I'm proud of you, dude!" she stood up to give him a big hug.
"Yeah, thanks." he forcefully chuckled.
Melanie released him and raised a brow. "You don't seem so excited. That's a huge accomplishment for you."
"Trust me, I am. I'm just tired." he rubbed the back of his neck.
"Yeah from the drinking," Jon added, making Milena look at him and shake her head.
"Right..." Milena mumbled.
It perturbed Milena at how oblivious Melanie was to what was really going on. But when she finds out about what's been really going on, it's not going to be a pleasant sight to see.
"Ready to go to the gym?" she asked.
"Yeah. I'll meet you in the car." Melanie said her goodbyes and left.
Jon was about to leave but got forced back by Colby and Milena.
"A bet? Are you fuckin' kidding?" Colby retorted. "You're lucky she believed that."
"Yeah, that was close." Milena frowned.
"Me, you, basically everyone knows. But Mel. She's gonna find out sooner or later. And you know I hate lying to her."
"You and me both."
"I know..." Jon sighed.
"If you don't tell her, I will," Milena said.
"Just don't, all right? Can you keep your mouths shut for a little while longer?"
"I don't know, ask Randy. Because I know it's killing him to not be able to tell her what you're doing." Milena snapped and left the table.
"Fix this," Colby demanded and walked after Milena. "I'm comin' with you to the gym."
"Okay." She replied as he held the door for her. "Thanks. I'm more afraid of her reaction to this when she finds out."
"I know." He said, taking a sip of his protein shake.
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Summer and Morgan are backstage for WWE Main Event, while Summer is venting to her about her recent break up with Fandango.
"Summer, he's not even worth it. Who breaks up with someone like you on Twitter? He's not a man. I wouldn't even worry about him." Morgan replied.
"Maybe you're right." Summer exhaled as they headed to the gorilla.
"And coming up next, Morgan and Summer Rae will take on Nikki Bella and Eva Marie, in tag team action," Tom announced as they went to a commercial.
In the ring, the announce team continues talking about Summer's break up with Fandango while Summer starts to match off with Nikki. Nikki takes control of her throughout the match until she tags in Eva. Eva goes for a DDT and pins Summer for a one count. Summer manages to kick Eva in the head when she tries to lift her up.
"You want some of this!?" Summer asked and tagged in Morgan.
They throw Eva to the ropes and strike her with a double spinning kick to the face, knocking her down. Morgan then pins Eva for the win.
"Effortless..." Summer smiled and celebrated her win with her.
They get their hands raised but then Layla runs out and attacks Summer as the crowd cheers.
"And looks like they're going at it again!" Byron exclaimed as they fought up the ramp.
Morgan was left in the ring, looking on with an amused look on her face. She is about to leave the ring but sees Randy and Rosa on the titantron. The crowd boos them, while the Outspoken Diva starts to look skeptical. What were they doing here and what did they want?
"Hey, Morgan! Nice match out there." Rosa waved, while Orton had a sick grin on his face "So you know how I told you I was gonna get you back, mentally?"
"Rosa and I decided to give one of your close family members a visit," Orton informed as the shot revealed her father beaten down.
"Don't do that...don't. Leave my family out of this!" The Outspoken Diva shouted, shaking her head.
"Yeah. Your father and I have been getting to know each other a lot." Rosa smiled and began to laugh. "That punt Randy gave him was nice. You should have seen it."
She quickly ran backstage to find them.
"Where is he!? Have you seen him!?" She shouted at the people backstage as they pointed to where he was.
After a minute of running, she finally finds her dad.
"Dad! Dad." She kneels down and helps him. "Dad..."
Why would they sink so low? Her father had nothing to do with this.
All of a sudden, she gets hit with a steel pipe on the back of her neck and falls, face first, next to her dad.
"Be smart...and walk away. Walk away from all of this," Orton growled.
"Do the right choice, Morgan. Do the right choice and walk away from this. Don't come to Payback on Sunday. Please for your own good. This is what's best for you. Go home. Go home and be with your family. Things around here aren't the same as they used to be last year." Rosa dropped the pipe and patted Orton's back before they left the scene.
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After the show, Melanie goes back into her hotel room which she shared with Jon. Things continued to get a little rocky as he wasn't that engaged in wanting to spend time together which got her annoyed.
"Is something wrong? You've been acting really weird. And really distracted. Like when we were trying to watch a movie, you've been on your phone the whole time." Melanie complained.
Jon exhaled sharply and began to look annoyed at her ranting. Then he decided to toss his phone on the bed to give her his attention.
"Happy now?" he asked.
"Whoa, what's up with the mood change? Relax..."
"I told you, I'm tired."
"Tired of what?" She asked but didn't get an answer as his phone started to ring again.
It's like everyone's new word is tired. Everyone's been starting to say that these past few days. When she asked Joe if he knew why Jon was acting weird, he would give her the same answer 'He's just tired.'
"I gotta take this." He grabbed his phone.
"You don't gotta. You want to." She mumbled. "It's like you're happier on the phone than with me."
"Don't start..."
"I didn't start anything, you did." She grabbed her bag and left the room.
Heading to the elevator, she bumped into Randy. "Can I room with you?" she asked.
"Hey, to you, too. What's wrong?"
"Jon's acting weird. He's always on his phone. He never wants to do stuff with me. Do you know something?"
He paused for a few moments, debating if he should tell her what's been really going on or not. He hated lying to her but had no choice for now. If Jon didn't tell her soon, he would tell her.
"I don't think so. Maybe he's just really tired. He's working hard in this business. Maybe he just needs rest."
"Tired..."
'Maybe something is up. Everyone's starting to give me the same answer. And I don't think it's just a coincidence.' She thought.
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On Smackdown, the titantron reveals Morgan lighting up a lighter as the crowd cheers. She puts the fire away and closes the lighter before looking into the camera.
"Let me tell you a story...I told myself I'd never go down that path again...I told myself I would never use her to inflict pain. But I have this dark place...and it scares me when I go into this dark place and unleash Harley. But it's a dark place I like to be in at times...Because all I want to do at Payback is make all of you suffer. I want to mutilate Evolution and Rosa...You guys are so entertaining to watch when you yell and scream. And I've been thinking these past few days...Harley keeps telling me the things I'm going to do to you, at Payback..." She started shedding tears.
"It's driving me crazy!" She screamed as she continued crying. But seconds later she started laughing. "But you know what? I love it. I love that deranged voice in my head. I love the violent thoughts in my head. It's...soothing...relaxing...and you know what I see? I can see you now...begging me to stop, asking for forgiveness. Would you like to know what I'm going to do to you? Would you like a little glimpse? I'm going to do something...I'm going to do something big...I want to use something better than just weapons. I dunno like...fire?"
She opened the lighter again and lit it up as the camera revealed a table in front of her while the crowd cheered at the idea.
"You see I want to savor the moment. A chair shot won't do me any good until I see some real pain. And no matter what you do, like going after my neck, or family, I will keep coming for you. At Payback, I promise that something...or someone will ignite." She announced as the crowd gave her a big pop. "You can't get rid of me that easily. I am a force to be reckoned with. Believe that...and believe in me." She put her fist out before setting the table on fire.
"She's officially lost her mind," JBL mumbled.
"Strong words. Will The Shield be victorious at Payback, this Sunday?" Cole asked as they went to a commercial.
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After the Live Event on Saturday, Melanie and Jon managed to be on good terms again after he apologized for being distant and gave her a bouquet of flowers and a bag of grapes to keep her happy a little longer.
He pondered about how long he should keep his secret hidden from her. He knew it was wrong to lie but part of him wanted to wait a little longer before telling her what's been going on.
He met up with Renee on the first floor the the hotel.
"I'm sorry for the trouble I caused," Jon said.
"Sorry? Don't be sorry." She smiled. "Doing this with you makes me happy. I don't regret anything. You're trying your best to make sure she stays safe. Things will be okay. I just hope we don't get caught before you actually tell her. Melanie can get irate pretty easily."
"Hey." He put his hands on her shoulders. "I'm gonna let her take all her anger out on me. Not you. You don't deserve it. You're only trying to help,"
"Thank you. I'll see you later." She hugged him and left to go on the elevator.
"You didn't tell Mel, yet?" Joe asked as he, Colby, Randy, and Stu walked over to him.
"No..." Jon sighed. "This is stressing me out,"
"You really want an irate laurer in front of you? Let me repeat, Laurer. Someone who is related to the Ninth Wonder of the World. Melanie's gonna kick your ass, Jon. I'd tell her right now if I were you. If you still want your teeth and have no bruises." Stu recommended.
"Melanie is going to find out sooner or later. She has the right to know what's going on. I'm concerned about her reaction. I don't know if she's going to be sad, mad, distraught. I don't know...but I'm not looking forward to this." Randy added.
"And Melanie isn't stupid, Jon. She may even be playing dumb until she reaches her breaking point." Colby added. "I just don't want her to get hurt. We don't want to see her cry."
"You and me both...it just happened so fast. I just keep digging this deep hole of lies." Jon explained.
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Backstage at Payback, Melanie snuck up on Colby and smacked him with a sandwich.
"Smack cam!" She shouted and ran away, while the Usos laughed at him.
"Damn!" Jon Uso laughed. "She got you good."
"Don't worry, I'm a master at this. She's going down." Colby reassured and cleaned his face.
So far the Smack Cam war was going back and forth but it needed a little twist. Maybe the next Melanie tried to smack him, he could counter it with his own attack.
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The Payback PPV was underway and it was almost time for the main event. After Bad News Barrett's match against RVD, Morgan was with Renee Young as they were shown backstage.
"Everyone my guest at this time, The Outspoken diva herself, Morgan Lopez." Renee smiled as the crowd cheered.
"Hi." Morgan grinned.
"So Morgan, what's going through your head tonight? We saw the promo on Smackdown, Randy and Rosa attacked your father, what is going on?"
"My dad is okay. He left the hospital this morning. Thank goodness he didn't suffer any serious injuries. Right now, I'm getting a lot of...deadly thoughts in my head against Evolution and Rosa. Some of it is not PG, but um, I know I'm gonna make sure that I kick all their asses."
"Can we expect Harley, tonight?"
"Oh yeah. Right now, I'm calm but when I get in that ring and get the weapons out, then there's going to be chaos. My boys and I are going to win tonight. And we're gonna finally shut Evolution and Rosa up, once and for all."
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After Paige's match against Alicia, Rosa is backstage with Renee as the crowd boos.
"Everyone, please welcome Rosa Mendes. So Rosa, what are your plans against The Shield and Morgan?"
"First of all, Morgan is bipolar and she's a psychopath. She needs to be in a straight jacket and far away from this company. She wants to put me on fire? I know I'm hot, but there is no way, she has the guts to do that. And besides, if she wants to get to me, she's going to have to go through Evolution. And they aren't going to let that deranged little girl mess with me. You see, I met up with an old friend of mine. You may know her as Beth Phoenix. She taught me some moves that I'm going to do on Morgan tonight."
"If you don't mind me asking, what's with the scissors?"
Rosa had a pair of orange scissors in her hands. She looks at it and chuckles.
"Oh, this? I think Morgan's long hair needs to get trimmed. So snip, snip, ya little bitch!"
"Morgan's hair is going to get cut, tonight?" King asked with worry as the camera shifted to Morgan stretching backstage.
"I hope not," JBL said as she met up with Dean, Roman, and Seth.
"Ready?" Roman asked.
Morgan nodded and walked in front of them. "Let's do this."
"And coming up next, The Shield and Evolution," Cole informed.
"This is going to be a war," JBL said with enthusiasm.
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Melanie, Jon, Joe, and Colby were waiting for their cue to walk through the crowd. Evolution and Milena were making their entrances, while Jon was walking around, Colby was going over the match with a stagehand, and Joe was wetting his hair.
"Our last match together," Melanie mumbled as she started thinking about the memories she's had with The Shield.
"We're gonna make it memorable." Joe grinned.
"Morgan! You are fine!" A male fan shouted. "If you guys need me to come out with ya'll, I got you!"
She grinned and gave him a high five. "I'll keep that in mind!"
Evolution's theme fades away as Melanie and the guys get ready to walk out. She exhales and gets into character. She was going to miss walking through the crowd. But all good things had to come to an end. She had the best time working with her boys. But now it was almost time for them to go their separate ways and do their own thing. They made history together as a team, but now they were going to work on their singles competition.
The Shield walks out with Morgan walking in front of them and tagging hands as she goes down the steps.
"Here they come, the Hounds of Justice," JBL said.
"This is gonna be...a collision," Cole said.
As soon as they get in the ring, they have a stare down with Evolution and Rosa.
Celeste tweets 'Am I the only one who can't wait to see WWEMorgan101 go crazy'
'Ding Ding Ding'
"And here we go—oh!" Cole shouted as Morgan speared Rosa outside the ring and started unloading on her.
"Speared her right out of the ring!" King said as the guys went at it.
Orton and Ambrose start fighting in the crowd along with Batista and Reigns, while Rollins goes at it with Triple H. Rosa slides into the ring while Morgan follows her.
"And now it's just the divas in the ring while Evolution and The Shield are fighting around in the arena," Cole informed.
Rosa kicks her in the stomach and throws her into the corner. She sets her up on the top rope and does a handstand while wrapping her shins around Morgan's neck. Morgan grabs her legs and puts them down to her hips before pulling her up as they start punching each other back and forth.
"Be careful ladies!" King shouted while Orton and Ambrose fought near the announcer's table.
Seth gets thrown into the barricade by Triple H.
"This is difficult to follow. We got guys fighting all over the arena." JBL said as Triple H got dumped back at ringside, while Orton slammed Dean into the barricade.
Triple H throws Dean into the timekeeper's area while Cole continues talking about how this match means being the best. All of a sudden, Rosa and Morgan fall off the top rope as the crowd 'Ohs' at the impact. Morgan was down and out, face first, while Rosa was on her back. Meanwhile, Roman takes control of Batista in the ring while Rollins stands on the apron. Triple H and Orton were on the apron in their corner.
"I hope they're okay," King said with concern as the camera showed the divas still down and out.
"The first elimination of this match is gonna be huge," JBL looked on as Rollins got taken control of by Evolution.
The divas recover and get on the apron. Rollins, who was now in the ring with Batista manages to tag in Morgan.
"Batista's staggering," Cole said before Morgan hit him with a front dropkick, making him get on his knees.
She runs to the ropes and strikes him down with a hard shining wizard, before going for a one count. She gets on the top rope and tries to go for a crossbody but gets caught by Batista. He slams her down on his knee, making her yell out in pain.
"You should have stayed home, little girl." He taunted before pinning her for a two count.
"I want in." Rosa had her hand out and he tagged her in, earning loud boos.
She throws Morgan out of the ring and throws her into the barricade, making The Shield even madder.
"You think that's real funny, huh!?" Dean shouts before getting held back by Rollins.
Rosa throws her back in the ring and starts throwing her across the ring by her hair.
"I think I see some of Morgan's hair, starting to be yanked out by Rosa," King observed as he saw some pieces of her hair in the ring.
She receives her pair of scissors from Randy and puts Morgan into a headlock, grabbing a handful of her hair.
"Say goodbye to your long hair!" She shouted as she managed to cut some of her hair, despite Morgan's attempts to escape her hold.
"Oh no, her hair!" King said while Rosa released her and gave Randy the scissors.
Morgan touches the back of her head and exhales. Instead of her hair being in the middle of her back, it was only a few inches below her neck. Normally she would freak out and lash out but it's just hair. It'll grow back. She wasn't going to let Rosa have her fun. Rosa starts laughing at the sight while Morgan stands up.
"Is that all you got? A haircut?" She rolled her eyes.
Taken aback at the comment by Morgan, Rosa runs towards her but gets clotheslined. She tags in Rollins while Rosa quickly rolls over to her corner and tags in Orton.
"I can't believe she cut my hair." The Outspoken Diva shook her head and ran a hand through it.
"Looks badass to me." Roman complimented.
"Don't worry, you still look beautiful even with the shortened hair." Dean kissed her on the cheek, making her smile.
"Thanks guys." She smiled before Dean got tagged in and went for a double suplex with Seth.
"Ambrose is a strange bird but effective," Cole said while he took control of Orton. "Ambrose loves to trash talk and he believes in himself. The Shield has been awesome. They all four have massive egos. But they've been able to keep their egos in check for the team, which is why they've been successful. Which is why they beat Evolution."
Roman gets tagged in but gets kicked in the stomach. Orton tags in Batista as the crowd boos but gets taken down by a clothesline from Reigns.
"Batista just got blasted by Reigns! I mean absolutely blasted!" Cole exclaimed.
"Go Roman!" Morgan cheered on.
Roman drags Batista towards his corner and tags her in as she gets on the top rope.
"Here comes The Shield's girl." King grinned as she went for a moonsault.
She pins Batista for a two count as he starts getting up. She tries to go for a kick but he grabs her foot and sets it down as he lifts her up for a suplex.
"Come on Morg! Get out of it!" Seth shouted while she started kicking her legs.
"If Batista slams her down, this one may be over for her," JBL warned.
"Slam her down!" Rosa shouted with enthusiasm.
But Morgan manages to land on her feet and counter with a neckbreaker as the crowd cheers. Rosa tags herself in and goes for a spinning heel kick but Morgan evades it and hits her with a roundhouse kick to the face.
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She starts throwing Rosa across the ring while yelling in frustration. She throws her into the corner and connects with a handspring back elbow as she slides down.
"Good grief!" JBL laughed while she started stomping on Rosa repeatedly.
She drags her to the middle of the ring and grabs her left leg to give her a single leg crab submission.
"Do you submit!?" The ref asked while Rosa started crawling over to the ropes.
"Come on, Rosa! Don't tap!" Batista shouted.
"You got her right where you want her. Stay on her." Seth cheered on.
"If Rosa taps out right here, The Shield will have a four on three advantage. Can Rosa escape this hold?" Cole asked and moments later she got to the ropes.
Morgan releases her and tries to grab her again but Rosa holds on to the ropes as the ref pulls her off. As soon as Rosa stands up, she hits The Outspoken diva with a swinging neckbreaker.
"Neckbreaker out of nowhere!" King shouted as she went for the pin but got a two count.
"Come on!" Rosa complained to the ref.
She wanted Morgan out of this match ASAP. She will not be a victim of her wrath during this match. She decides to put her into a Camel Clutch in the middle of the ring as the crowd tries to motivate her to escape.
"Rosa was Beth's intern and Beth even visited her so she could show her some moves. I wonder how far Rosa is going to go with this." Cole said.
Rosa releases the hold and makes Morgan stand up. She hooks Morgan's arms from behind and lifts her up in the air.
"We've seen this before!"
"Glam slam," King announced as she slammed her down face first while sitting out.
She bends Morgan's knees and grabs her arms as she pulls back, making her yell out in pain. Moments later she decides to release her arms and grab her neck instead, putting her in an inverted camel clutch crunch.
"She's tryna break her in half! Her body isn't supposed to bend that way!" Cole shouted.
"Tap out!" Rosa screamed. "They don't love you, Morgan! The crowd doesn't love you!"
The Shield was starting to look concerned for Morgan because of the way her body was bending. She was on the verge of tears because she felt like her back was about to snap. But she couldn't give up. She didn't come all this way to give up now. She couldn't let her team down. As a last resort, she decides to use her arms and try to make Rosa release her neck.
"She's fighting back, she's fighting back," Seth said with relief as he and his teammates looked on intently.
"You can't break the heart she has in the ring," Roman added as Morgan finally escaped the hold but rolled over, still exhausted at the pain she suffered.
She starts holding her back while Rosa begins crawling over to her team.
"Come on Morg." Ambrose put his hand out as she started slowly crawling over to him.
She finally tags him in while Batista gets tagged in. Dean starts taking control and tries to go for a front dropkick but gets planted with a spinebuster. Triple H gets tagged in and starts dominating him until he manages to tag in Roman. The crowd cheers loudly while Reigns and Triple H have a stare down.
"Let's see you get your ass kicked!" Seth shouted while Roman winked at Triple H.
"Did you just see Roman wink at Triple H?" JBL asked.
"Triple H did not take too kindly to that. Did you see his face?" Cole chuckled. "Playing mind games with the game, himself?"
"Yeah, you can't play mind games with the Cerebral Assassin."
"Maybe he just had hair in his eye," King assumed.
Triple H and Roman lock up and Roman gets put into a headlock. He throws him to the ropes and slams Triple H down with a shoulder block.
"Hahaha!" Morgan laughed out loud while Hunter rolled over to kneel at the corner, looking taken aback.
"Come on, Hunter!" Orton shouted.
Triple H and Roman circle around each other again and Roman drops him with a big clothesline and starts taking control of his arm. The Shield start to tag each other back and forth as they continue taking control of Triple H.
"Frequent tags by The Shield." Cole looked on.
"That's a good strategy." King complimented while Dean started hitting Hunter with a foot choke on the turnbuckle.
"Come on, Hunter! Who's the man, now!? Who's the man, now, huh?" Ambrose trash talked.
"Triple H is getting destroyed here," Cole observed. "Rosa, Batista, and Orton gotta be getting concerned, John."
Ambrose tries to go for a high risk move but gets kicked in the face. Triple H tags in Batista and he drags him out of the ring.
"Oh no, no, no," Seth said as he started to look concerned.
Batista throws Dean into the barricade. He lifts Dean up and drops him down on his chest on the barricade while the crowd chants 'Blu tista' because of his blue wrestling attire. The ref was distracted by Seth trying to call out Evolution and Rosa, as they took advantage by striking Dean with cheap shots.
"Come on, Ambrose! Come on, Ambrose." Seth said while Dean continued getting pummeled.
Dean gets hit by Triple H's signature moves as he leans back in between the ropes and comes back to drop him with a clothesline. Orton and Batista start yelling at Triple H to get up while Seth gets hyped up.
"Come on!" Roman shouted while Dean started crawling over to his team.
Roman and Batista get tagged in and Roman unloads on The Animal and cleans house. He hits Batista with his signature dropkick off the apron as the crowd gives him a big pop. He goes for the Superman punch and hits him with it.
"Superman punch!" Cole shouted as he went for the pin but Orton broke it up and started hitting him with punches to the face until Ambrose grabbed him off of him.
All the guys get in the ring and start beating up each other.
"It's breaking down again," King said while the divas looked on.
Rollins gets thrown into the crowd while Triple H continues the assault. Wanting to get into the action, Morgan goes right after Rosa who starts running away from her.
"Where ya doing?" She shouted as she started chasing her through the crowd.
Triple H and Rollins continue fighting in the tech area while everyone starts fighting in the crowd. Seth gets on the equipment and tries to go for a dive but the crowd 'Ohs' when Triple H slams his head with a weapon.
"What was that?" Cole asked as Seth landed face first, out cold.
"Somethin' metal," King replied.
Morgan finally catches Rosa, running to where Triple H and Rollins are. She grabs her and throws her down before giving her hard shots to the face. Triple H grabs her off of her by the hair as she tries to break free of his hold.
"Get off of me!" Morgan shouted.
The crowd 'Ohs' when Triple H slams her down on her back, on the ground with a spinebuster.
"Lemme at 'em!" Rosa said and he grabbed Morgan while she set her up for the gory bomb. "Nighty night!" She shouted and slamned her down.
Morgan starts holding her nose as the crowd continues to get excited at the chaos happening.
"Morgan just got laid out!" Cole shouted.
Meanwhile back in the ring, Roman throws Batista shoulder first into the barricade. He walks over to the Spanish announce table and slams his hands on the table.
"It's my table, now!" He shouted as he started taking everything off.
"Roman Reigns with bad intentions." Cole looked on.
"Watch it!" King shouted as Orton knocked Roman down from taking items off the Spanish announce table.
"Randy Orton from behind!" Cole said.
Randy, with the help of Triple H, continues to pummel Roman down.
"All members of The Shield are down. Morgan is somewhere in the crowd. Man, I hope she's okay. That spinebuster and Gory Bomb looked nasty." King fretted.
All he could think about was Morgan and the moves she suffered at the hands of Triple H and Rosa. He was anticipating her to get up sooner but it looked like she was really hurt. Triple H throws Roman, shoulder first into the steel steps while Randy finally clears off the table.
"Reigns is down and out. No idea where Rollins and Ambrose are." Cole said as the commentators started talking about how Rollins got hit with something by Triple H and how Morgan got taken out.
Randy and Triple H position Roman for the triple powerbomb as they lift him up, with the help of Batista.
"Oh no," JBL mumbled.
"Here he goes oh!" King shouted as Reigns got slammed down on the Spanish announce table. "That's gotta be it."
"Now all four members of The Shield are down and out. But still, no one has been eliminated." Cole informed while Rosa met up with Evolution. A couple of refs jog over to Roman to check on him. "Reigns is out."
Evolution and Rosa mock The Shield by doing their pose but then the crowd explodes into loud cheers when Ambrose jumps on the announce table and jumps on top of them.
"Dean Ambrose, right across our table, and taking out Evolution!" Cole shouted.
Triple H and Orton hold on to each other at ringside as they help each other up. But then Rollins gets in the ring and dives on top of them at ringside.
"Where is my Morgan?" King looked around after calling the action of what just happened.
"Morgan is nowhere to be found. I haven't seen her since she got laid out by The Game and Rosa." Cole informed.
Dean starts hammering away at Randy on the ramp, while Batista has his way with Rollins.
"This is basically four on two right now because Roman Reigns is laid out, and Morgan is still nowhere to be found. Can we get a camera on her to know her whereabouts?" JBL asked while Evolution continued beating down Dean and Seth.
"Hit him." Batista grabbed Dean from behind for Rosa and she hit him with a hard kick to the stomach.
Batista continues the assault by throwing him to the barricade.
"This fight has gone everywhere," Cole exclaimed. "Evolution is absolutely dominating now."
"I'm not surprised. Evolution has done that their entire career." JBL replied.
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A weak, and dazed Morgan was lying on her stomach, still laid out from the assault she received minutes ago. She groans and tries to attempt to crawl.
'Get up...you have to move your body... please.' She thought in her head.
Everything was still a blur to her after Rosa slammed her face down on the ground.
"Come on, Morgan! Get up! Your boys need you! The Shield need your help! Go Morgan! Go crazy! Morgan go crazy!" Different fans shouted to try to motivate her.
It seemed to have worked because her grogginess started to go away as she began to stagger up to her feet. She exhales and regains her composure before walking near the ring, through the crowd. She could hear a loud chair shot from the stage and started to get nervous. What happened? Was everyone okay? Were her boys winning? Or getting dominated?
She jumps over the barricade and rushes over to Roman. It looked like a car accident at ringside.
"Dude! The hell happened to you?" She exclaimed as she tried to help him.
Meanwhile, to Evolution, they point to the ring as they spot Morgan and stalk over to her. Rosa receives a chair from Orton and manages to whack Morgan's back with it.
"Rosa with the chair!" Cole shouted.
Batista grabs a pair of handcuffs from Rosa's cleavage that she's been holding throughout the match and throws Morgan into the ring.
"Why do they have handcuffs?" King asked as Morgan crawled over to the ropes that were facing the stage. Rosa grabs Morgan's left wrist and handcuffs it to the middle rope. "Oh no."
"Oh no," JBL repeated.
"This is not good," Cole said as Roman crawled into the ring, still trying to get up. "And Roman has managed to drag himself back in the ring after being put into the announce table."
Evolution meets up with Rosa in the ring as they stand on the apron, surrounding Morgan and Roman. Roman, who was on his hands and knees, looked around.
"I think we might get a double elimination," JBL predicted.
Orton grabs a chair and slides it in the ring, walking up to Morgan, who is continuing to recover from Rosa's chair shot. Realization hits her as she finally witnesses her wrist being handcuffed to the ropes. She tries to pull and kick the rope but it does not do any good.
"Damn it!" She turned around and stood face to face with the Viper, who tilted his head to the side, giving her a sick smirk.
She growls and tries to reach out to him but fails as he positions the chair to her head.
"No!" Roman shouted as she got her head struck against the chair and dropped to her knees.
Roman who is still hurt and clenching in his stomach, manages to get on his feet, shooting Evolution a resentful facial expression. He then goes after Batista but gets planted with a spinebuster.
"You wanna help her? Huh? How are you gonna help her? Hit her again." Triple H ordered while Orton hit her again with the chair, making her groan and drop back down to her knees after she tried to stand back up.
Rosa grabs Morgan's chin, making her stand up. "Doesn't feel so good does it?" She pushed her face away. "Hit her again!"
Orton whacks her in the face once more as she drops back down to her knees. But all of a sudden, she starts laughing.
"She's laughing! What's wrong with her?" JBL exclaimed.
"Is...is that all? It takes a pair of handcuffs to take me down?" The Outspoken Diva looked up at them. "You guys are really scared of me, huh? Truth is, you should be."
"Shut up!" Rosa screamed and slapped her in the face but she just chuckled at the pain.
"Hah...d—don't make me laugh..." The Shield's girl stood back up but got assaulted with the chair again, by Orton. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?"
Her eyes get a little bigger, making Rosa stumble back. She had seen that look before. That was that crazed look before she got decimated by Morgan on Raw. But she was handcuffed, so she should be okay. Or so she thought.
"Stay down!" Orton yelled and hit her again, making her fall to her knees.
Morgan's shortened hair was all in her face as she dropped her head down so her face wouldn't be seen.
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The crowd starts chanting 'Morgan go crazy!' to try to motivate her.
"This crowd really wants this woman to go nuts! I never want to be a victim of Harley mode." JBL said.
"You and me both!" Cole agreed as Batista slid a steel step into the ring. "Oh no. They really want to hurt those two bad. They want to eliminate all members of The Shield. And not just from the match."
Triple H and Orton start stripping Roman's vest and undershirt off.
"They're not trying to eliminate them; they want to destroy The Shield," JBL reminded.
Triple H walks over to Morgan and roughly grabs her by the hair to make her face him. "I want you to have a front row seat for this...I want you to watch as I make your little boy suffer. And you're not gonna do a damn thing, but sit here and watch."
"No!" She tried to get out of his hold while Orton slid three kendo sticks in the ring. "Don't do it! Just hit me instead!"
"Oh no, don't do it. Please." He mocked her voice before chuckling. "I'm going to enjoy this."
He releases her and places Roman on top of the steel steps, with his bare back exposed.
"Stop it!" Morgan shouted.
"Aw, is Morgy gonna cry?" Rosa taunted.
Orton gives Batista a kendo stick while Triple H pulls Roman's arms. He raises the kendo stick in the air, paying attention to Morgan's reactions.
"No! No!" she screamed as she struggled with the handcuffs. "Don't do it! Please!"
Orton gives her a sadistic grin before giving Roman a sharp blow to the back.
"Enough! Just leave him alone!"
Batista connects with a sharp whack to the back, making her flinch. The sound was too much for her to handle as she cringes at the sight. Orton whacks his back again, making Roman yell out in pain. Morgan had to look away. This scene was unbearable to listen and to watch. She clenches her right fist as she continues listening to the brutal sounds of the kendo sticks, connecting to Roman's helpless back.
Morgan hated this feeling of being helpless. Each kendo stick she heard, the more her eyes started to tear up. But the sounds of Roman yelling and screaming out in pain were unbearable as she began to cry.
"This is too much. Morgan—she's...she's reaching her breaking point." King looked on with worry.
"Can't take the heat?" JBL asked. "It's all legal."
After they are done, they drop the kendo sticks. Roman's back was bruised and had a lot of marks on it. It was an unpleasant sight to see. Orton stalks up to Morgan and wipes the tears from her eyes before licking them.
"Taste that? That's the taste of defeat." Orton said. "We tried to warn you. Now look what you've done." He chuckled while Morgan started to seethe as she began breathing heavily.
Her chest raised up and down at a fast pace, while gritting her teeth, giving her foes a fierce look.
"Oh look. She's angry." Rosa pointed and laughed while Randy grabbed a chair.
But then he gets taken down by Roman's Superman punch, making the crowd cheer until Triple H and Batista take him down again. While Evolution and Rosa are distracted with Reigns, Morgan gets released out of the handcuffs by the referee, after minutes of trying to get her free.
"Uh oh! What's going on with Morgan?"Cole asked as she put her hands over her head and started screaming as loud as she could.
The crowd starts chanting 'Morgan go crazy!' again as she starts slamming her fists on the mat.
"Leave him alone!" She screamed as she dropped Rosa and Evolution down with brutal chair shots.
Tears of frustration started to come down her face as she continued to decimate all four of them with a chair.
"Morgan has lost it again!" Cole shouted.
She gets out of the ring with the chair and starts hitting the barricade with it.
"Morgan! Don't go into that dark place!" King cried.
"I think it's too late!"
"Morgan! Morgan! Wait, don't lose your cool!" JBL shouted as she began hitting the announce table with the chair.
A couple of refs try to restrain her but she snaps her head towards them, giving them a crazed look as they flinch and back off.
"I DON'T CARE!" She yelled before dragging Rosa out of the ring.
She throws her into the steel steps, before throwing her into a steel post, making her scream out in pain and hold her arm.
"I love the sound of you screaming in pain! Let's get louder!" She laughed and roughly grabbed her by the hair. "YOU WANTED TO SEE ME LIKE THIS AGAIN, HUH!?" She screamed in her face before throwing her into the barricade and then the ring, back and forth.
"Ref! Do your job! Stop this woman!" JBL shouted. "She's gone bonkers!"
"Do you see the intensity on Morgan's face?" Cole asked.
"I believe Rosa is regretting everything she's done bad in her life, right now." King looked on.
She grabs two steel chairs and places one for Rosa's head to lie on while she has the other in her hands. She starts whacking Rosa's head down with the chair back and forth while continuing to scream.
"The deranged Morgan Lopez is taking out all her frustrations on Evolution and Rosa,"
Morgan drops the chair and continues laughing wickedly. "LET'S GET CRAZY!" She screamed at the crowd who cheered her on.
She starts slowly walking around the ring a couple of times while touching each steel post that she has passed.
"She's just walking around the ring. Stalking her prey. What is she gonna do next?" Cole wondered.
She slides into the ring and crawls over to Orton's laid out body. She sees him bleeding a little from the head, from her chair shots and decides to wipe it off with her right hand.
"Looks like Orton has been busted open,"
Morgan examines the blood on her hand with a wicked grin before licking it clean with one lick.
"Morgan! Stop it! You just licked blood! You're not a vampire! Do something!" JBL shouted.
"I'm not gettin' in that ring!" Cole objected as she stood up.
"Taste that?!" The Outspoken turned Harley Quinn diva mocked Orton. "Haha!" She laughed out loud while leaning back like she was about to do a body bridge.
She leans back up and tilts her head, giving Orton another crazed look. She slowly raises him up, mimicking the way he would slowly pick up his opponents for a nasty RKO. She looks into his eyes as he looks astounded at what she's done. Then, she hits him with a brutal backfire as the crowd 'Ohs' at the impact.
"I hope she's not going on a killing spree because she just laid out Orton and he isn't moving at all," JBL cringed.
Morgan turned to Roman. "You want some of this?"
"Nah, I'm good. You can handle it," he replied with an amused smile.
He thought it was funny how everyone got decimated when she unleashed Harley and was just glad he wasn't a victim of it. Morgan sees Triple H crawling over to her feet. She smirks and kneels to grab him by the chin.
"Game over." She said with aggression and picked him up to give him the Morganizer.
Her hair was all in her face and wild from the assault she had given her opponents. She begins to look calm as she sits in the middle of the ring, pretzel style while rocking back and forth, doing a neck roll. All members of Evolution were laid out around her in the ring, while Roman was in the corner, recovering.
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"You think Roman should stop her?" King asked.
"He's actually enjoying it. He does want Evolution and Rosa to suffer, just as much as Morgan, Rollins, and Ambrose do." Cole looked on.
"I...I still can't believe what Morgan just did. She just subdued Evolution and Rosa for the time being." JBL said.
Morgan continued rocking back and forth. All that Evolution and Rosa have done to her. From going after her father to almost breaking her neck. But she made them pay. She got her revenge.
"I want more..." She mumbled. "...more pain...more suffering...something big...better...something like fire... yes...fire. I'm excited." She started giggling to herself before sliding out of the ring.
"M—Morgan what are you doing?" King asked as she grabbed a table and positioned it at ringside, near the ramp with the crowd's cheers getting louder.
"LET'S GET CRAZY!" She shouted at the crowd before putting lighter fluid onto the table.
"Morgan! What are you doing!? Stop her! Stop her, right now!" JBL shouted. "This is not Morgan! She is possessed! Put her in a straight jacket along with Ambrose! Where is Ambrose!? Make him calm her down! Do somethin'!"
"She's lost her mind!" Cole chuckled but things started to get serious when she slowly took out a lighter. "No. No way. She's not gonna do this!"
"Morgan, think about what you're doing!" King shouted.
She closes her eyes and pauses as she rethinks every single negative thing Rosa has done to her.
"Morgan don't. Morgan don't!" JBL warned as she opened her eyes and put the table on fire. "No! No! Put it out! This is uncalled for!"
"You've gotta be kiddin' me!" Cole shouted.
"Somebody get a damn fire extinguisher!"
Morgan watches the flames and glances at Rosa who is still down and out, at ringside. She starts walking over to her but then Rosa manages to slide back into the ring, still groggy from the beating. She follows her but feels strong arms around her waist, and a built chest against her back.
"Morgan, calm down. We got them right where we want them." Roman hugged her from behind.
The Outspoken Diva needed to calm down before she started getting reckless. If she was still in Harley Mode, she would have possibly been blindsided by Rosa and thrown onto the table of flames. She needs to be focused.
"Thank you, Roman!" JBL started clapping while Morgan exhaled and started to calm down.
Meanwhile, Rosa sighs out of relief and gets on the apron, almost near the table of fire.
"Breathe. I need you to come back to me. You all right?" Roman released her and put his hands on her shoulders. "Come back to me, Morg. You good?"
"Yeah...I'm good." She replied, back to her usual self. "I'm sorry."
"For what?"
"This is all my fault. I couldn't help you."
"You helped, all right. Look at this car wreck."
They look around. Barricades lost their covers, steel steps all over the place, destroyed announce tables, chairs all over the place, a flaming table, bodies screwed everywhere.
"Harley didn't miss a beat," he added.
Evolution start to recover while Rosa manages to jump on Roman's back. Morgan manages to drag her off of him while Evolution starts taking control of him outside the ring with chair shots. Triple H continues whacking Roman's back with the chair as they walk up the ramp.
Meanwhile, with the divas, Morgan throws Rosa over the apron, near the table of fire and tries to push her down in it.
"No!" Rosa shouted and poked her in the eyes.
"Ow!" Morgan stumbled back. "Are you kiddin'?!"
"Looks like Morgan lost a lot of momentum from her Harley attack. How much momentum does she have left?" Cole wondered.
Rosa looks back at the stage as she sees Triple H continuing to beat Roman down with those chair shots. But then Ambrose recovers and starts fighting back. Seconds later, he starts getting wrestled down by Evolution. Rosa turns around and manages to kick Morgan back again, who tries to push her down on the flaming table.
"This is dangerous! Move away from the table!" JBL shouted as the crowd looked on with anticipation.
They were torn between looking at the guys wrestling on the stage, or the divas.
"I got a feeling the women are going to steal the show," King said. "But maybe not in a painless way."
Morgan manages to punch Rosa in the face, making her lean back, near the flaming table as the crowd gets hyped. She decides to run into the ropes and yells out loud before spearing Rosa off the apron and onto the flaming table, as the crowd starts to sound deafening again with their loud cheers.
"No! No!" JBL shouted.
"Oh my God!" Cole and King shout.
"Are they okay!?" King asked in a high pitched voice.
The flames were quickly extinguished while both divas were laid out.
"The first two divas to ever go through a table of fire!" Cole called as the crowd chanted 'Holy shit!'
"This is not happenin', right now! This is not happening! I thought this was all a bluff to scare Rosa! Why is this happening!?" JBL exclaimed.
Morgan lays on her back and laughs like a mad woman.
"I told you I'd get you." she giggled while the refs started checking on her and Rosa.
"And she's still laughing!" King said, a bit taken aback. "I don't even think the guys are aware of what just happened!"
"We gotta see that again," Cole said as they showed repeats of Morgan spearing Rosa onto the flaming table.
A 'This is awesome' chant surrounds the arena, followed by a 'Thank you divas!' chant.
Back to the guys, Evolution continued their assault on Dean and Roman, not knowing that Seth was on the titantron.
"Hey! Hey! Look it! Look out!" Cole shouted as he dove on top of everybody. "Oh my God! Seth Rollins!"
"How did he get up there!?" King asked while all the guys were down and out.
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"Desperation move by Rollins," Cole said as Seth started crawling down the ramp.
He manages to get in the ring, along with Batista. Rollins tries to go for a high risk move but gets speared in mid air. Batista tries to go for the Batista bomb but he escapes it. Roman slides into the ring and spears him.
"Spear by Reigns!" Cole shouted as Seth covered Batista. "Cover!"
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"It's four to three! The Shield with four to three!"
"Batista has been eliminated," Justin announced.
"Are you kidding me? How did that happen?" King asked, still in shock at the turn of events.
Morgan smirked to herself. "Good job buddy." She mumbled as she started to get up.
Orton gets in the ring and drops Rollins with an RKO. He quickly goes for the pin but Morgan slides in the ring and breaks it up with Roman. Orton manages to throw Roman out of the ring and turns his attention to Morgan. Still angry at how he got beaten up by her, he starts stomping on her, repeatedly while Rosa gets back in the ring. She picks her up for the gory bomb while Orton goes behind her, to hit Morgan with an RKO at the same time.
She goes for the cover. "Nighty night!"
"1!"
"2!"
"Yeah!" The crowd cheered once Dean broke up the pin.
He grabs a chair and hits Orton's back with it. He drops it down on the mat to hit him with the Dirty Deeds.
"1!"
"2!"
"3!"
"He got it! Guys, it is four on two!" Cole announced. Dean slowly looks up and starts staring at Rosa, who takes a step back. "Ambrose has wanted to get his hands on Rosa for the longest."
Rosa turns around but sees Morgan on the apron, stalking her like prey, before she gets in the ring.
"Okay. Let's just talk about this." She tried to reason.
"I don't think they want to talk. These two have some bad intentions," King said, while Morgan crossed her arms.
She glances at Dean, who gives her a mischievous look.
"What do these two want now? Rosa already suffered enough." JBL groaned.
"It's never enough for The Shield." King reminded.
"Yeah. And it looks like Ambrose and Morgan plan on doing some Dirty Deeds together."
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I posted 847 times in 2022
597 posts created (70%)
250 posts reblogged (30%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 620 of my posts in 2022
Only 27% of my posts had no tags
#the owl house - 154 posts
#the boys - 150 posts
#the boys amazon - 146 posts
#hughie campbell - 136 posts
#dana terrace - 127 posts
#the boys season 3 - 121 posts
#jack quaid - 114 posts
#toh - 109 posts
#netflix - 75 posts
#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles - 69 posts
Longest Tag: 110 characters
#all we need is hughie talking to himself in a mirror and that will be my greenlight to share the entire theory
My Top Posts in 2022:
#5
"Callum is the first human in recorded history to use primal magic without a conduit."
Can we just talk about this real quick?
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#4
Alright.
It's the end of July. I'm over Summer.
I'm ready for:
Crunchy leaves
Cool weather
Light rain hitting the window
Rain boots
Pumpkin patches
Halloween
The Nightmare Before Christmas
Coraline
Over The Garden Wall
Cinnamon candles
Thanksgiving
Apple pie
Christmas
Snow
Klaus (Netflix)
Onesie pajamas
Hot chocolate
Heavy blankets
The Spongebob Christmas episode
A Year Without a Santa Claus
How The Grinch Stole Christmas
Ice skating
Christmas music (Nat King Cole, Michael Buble, Frank Sinatra, Bing Crosby)
3,244 notes - Posted July 31, 2022
#3
The fact that Bill Cipher left such an impression on us that we compare every villain to him is amazing sometimes.
Whenever we're introduced to a new villain, we immediately compare their power, motive, and personality to Bill.
Because Bill was fucking revolutionary. A purely psychotic, two-dimensional, manipulative, demon who could possess people, go into their dreams, rearrange their physical appearance, alter the fabric of space, time, and matter, and just straight up murder someone with the snap of his fingers.
In a kid's show.
He threatened to throw the body of a 12-year-old boy he was possessing off a water tower, threatened to kill that same 12-year-old along with their sibling "just for the heck of it", destroyed his own dimension, said the words "I've got some children I need to turn into corpses", thinks pain is hilarious, and so much more.
Bill Cipher, everyone.
Bill Cipher
3,383 notes - Posted May 1, 2022
#2
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4,103 notes - Posted July 24, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
I love how it's becoming normal for animated cartoons to create promo art for every episode. My favorites are from Steven Universe!:
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10, 29, and 30 for the AO3 Asks!
Thanks!
For ten, the quickest thing I wrote this year was Rag and Bone Woman. It might be the quickest thing I've ever written? Because it took like, three hours from go, and that included editing. I had been mulling on the dialogue while running errands and then got to writing as soon as I was finished. Really wish I could be that fast all the time but I know it's impossible to bottle lightning.
I answered favorite passage in another ask, but I can choose another. In the Chetney Chapter of Go Home, Make a Home, or Rest:
“You need a lantern?” Most folk couldn’t see worth a damn in the dark and they let the late hours go to waste.
Laudna shook her head and moved the extracted nails she held between her teeth to the side of her mouth, her arching accent slurred slightly around them. “The dark doesn’t trouble me.”
“Heh. Shoulda figured, you being a night terror and all.”
She smiled at him, but it wasn’t the big creepy smile. It was something smaller, with a little bit of sorrow in the eyes. “It never troubled me when I was human, either.”
“You sure you were human?”
She shrugged and turned back crate, knocked the end of her new hammer underneath the head of the nail and used the one from her hair to thwack it backwards, leveraging her little strength into popping the nail neatly from its hole. She said nothing as she moved onto the next. The silence between grew long and heavy, and he found he missed her creepy smile.
“I can’t believe we let the rest of the group bother with night watches, seeing how they can’t see shit.”
Once again, I got a thing for darkvision. I think I fixate on it because I can't see a damn thing in the dark, but my partner sees really well. There have been a lot of times I'm holding his shoulder when we're walking through a forest. But I liked that passage because Chetney was kind of hard for me to wrap my head around at first, but he shows his kindness in little jabs. He's ornery, but he's not mean.
Biggest surprise this year was the community! Oh my gosh y'all have been so nice and welcoming. Writing is such a solitary act, and even when you finish, it's rare you get to see if a story lands with anyone outside of editors, but that's not the case with fanfic. The comments and kudos are so nice to see, and then talking with folks on the discord is great! It's so lovely to have folks who are just as enthralled as I am when new episodes come out, and to spin ideas around that don't have to turn into anything more than chatter between friends. Writing is hecking hard sometimes, so it's nice to sometimes just blurt out "hey lets think about this" and then I'm not talking to myself in my kitchen about it!
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You cannot afford to have these people here and I was saying every day because we mean it we know we're working on it we know that we're making progress and we're alerting people we do need it done again it's a mess here a disaster come on everybody let's help him and our people it has a direct effect. He's taking over businesses today and they're taking over area and a lot of it and it should be mentioned has to be
*several businesses. Morrison Knutson went well we are at 51%, we have controlling share and we shall utilize it and very very soon as in we started already and we're going to start during the weekend on projects that are permitted and stalled out it's only like 120th of the projects that we plan to start out now but we will get going and it's going to help get the kinks out
*fluor Daniels we are at 45% that we tried like heck that's a 48% around 2:45 p.m. in New York City and we are purchasing other branches but most of it goes through there and someone said to buy the other ones and we would have the 50% and we made it to 52% and we are almost at 50% in New York City but no but with the other branches we made it through in their different exchanges but we do combine them as any company would. So we begin that technique and we started on it like gangbusters and we collected what companies we can get and it was fast started continuously at New York and we started hammering away on the ones we were targeting and we came up pretty good turn to construction Turner we ended at 48% and perini at 47% both were at about 30% and we will pick up on Monday where we left off. Additionally to the construction companies
*we did purchase several HVAC manufacturers that make the equipment and a lot of duct hardware and controls and some BMS I'm mostly they it's great integrate. You're created up at 49%. That's york. Carrier at 38%. If that's up from 20% and both of them. Train we're still at 30%. Lenox 58% and it is not due to the estimating company well not completely it is due to Brad's attitude yeah and he's aware that somebody purchase it and thinks it's Max and it's been going after them a little and they're aware of it and we are going to consume the company and they will sell their stock because they won't control the damn thing or having influence or even workers and right now we have 70% of it in our control soon we'll have 80% and he is actually going to war and they're abandoning more of the company and we infiltrated because he was going to try and harm it and they are very stupid trying to get there to screw around it her son said those who stay of yours will have air conditioning and Brad looks around and said I sort of get something where we see a lot of people doing nothing and he noticed that we look different so they left and he said try some of this and surprise we're going to blow up your areas if you don't f*** off so you said okay so he brought it with him and stuff to fight you guys are always into the influence it's been a long long thousands of years and sometimes I get really messed up so I understand it he felt appreciative and he pulled his guys out and he's saying you should sell the stock he probably says he probably should and you should trying to make agreements if you sell private part of it could have motors for the fly stuff in the tunnels it says yeah I really just put it in here and then they try and go after it so you go after them he thought it was smart and he wants to do that so it's kind of helps it's tough it's tough it cut the crap in half and we it was like Trump doing a lot of it yes why don't you go to freaking Comic-Con now I'm trying to find the DNA I guess it's the Sun 😎 in burning Man and it might be those two guys who figured it out so John rebelard let out of the yell and said you really were there and the two guys laughing it's just a stupid f****** a****** this is I like to see you get sucked in the muck and like a vortex form where you were and second douchebag bags in a douchebags I think we can make it a new word that would make up for all the harramging they said that to Brad and it is douchefags mostly applicable to Trump's elite clones and he said it too and it went around cuz you saw him post people off and he's doing better and we're not pursuing and things like that so it all in all it works out okay and there are more companies I see you give me a job and then a lot and he tried and then John reillard came and messed it up and that's who it was as a black guy
-oh now I'm mad and it's Brad and he sees it and the guy is a jerk this is too much work and he says it doesn't do any is this idiot following me and staying around anybody can sit there picking his people off and yeah I guess we've been doing that other people too you have to so I guess it's very tired that you have other people so I'm going to sign more and he says that's good he says thanks for having me so no problem give me helping out and I'll tell you what my help is not great either you know what I mean he agrees. That was Brad and his mom says it's a good boy there's not bad at you make a great Mr Incredible. Forget the comic Con I can get an autograph cuz he can go up to the actual franchise and he knows it too that's pretty fun. And other people will start doing it and usually you have to relax and then the actor can come out of makeup partially or fully talk to Dumas yes the turtleneck is Dr Doom and then he can have his armor on for a while and I try and grab me with the switch up and mix up and if you want to smile again saying that's true.
*an additional to Lenux there are two other HVAC manufacturers the smaller whatever we almost got we mentioned it before at beacham at 68% wow and we are making a lot of changes to the process and we are making a lot of units and they're big for hospitals and they need them desperately all over the world and he says we should do an exchange program and take the old ones off cuz these guys always replace them before they're spent an estimated how long the work for would bring them to third world places and we're going to go ahead and do that and help them set up like maybe alter energy to run it and we are helping with that kind of thing too that's a good idea we have a program to do it and we're going to recycle parts of the good but he's right you just repair it and go and oya are thankful and some will go to South America and they're thankful too
*and I would like to thank our son and daughter and he says that's fine I just seen some spending money to get the Comic-Con and Frank Castle hardcastle give me the test bed that's good for me I need to sit back a little he actually needs to go forward a little that's true so I can do that and I thank you you're welcome and she's saying it too our perfect that's good we will have more where that came from used cars and stuff it says give me what you got he says we should talk about it have a meeting and start splitting up stuff we don't use and if you have a sitting around out here we should ship it so we're looking at that now and really we're not really here so and we want them to come in and say what they want and that would work good chassis too if they want to assemble even kit cars you prefer factory it can make factory out of something they have them and he says that's a good idea he likes the portion of you and that is goo and oh yeah to and they have a whole bunch of them so our son and daughter says really easy again a bunch of people together and you find a kit car he says oh I see yeah it's Stevie and they should be into it and they're going to be he says so good
*and according to us there's one more and I really does not one more yet. And control systems we are working on and they're slow we have a few other items what is a company roper it's a subsidiary of Maytag and we have 48% control Maytag and 68% control of roper even though it's a subsidiary we make our own decisions more or less unless it's against a guidelines and we can't make those so we're making a ton of them right now I don't see an uptick maybe not as much as we're doing this is great it's terrific when we receive an old washing machine or dryer there's certain year is a cutoff point cuz usually they're worn out otherwise but now I see what you're saying they can use them for parts or even for the metal to build houses no but they build things out of the metal coolers and stuff and goo and oh yeah and Gu and Oya and you know it's work. And we're moving out and we'll get back to have those meetings it's going to be a series of them and Frank Castle hardcastle to do some Blockbuster Duke Nukem or sending it up right now and Hera too. There's other things
-there's a couple of things that they leave behind that are very useful one of them are cranes in a ton of them we did greatness here we need the cranes but they're needed overseas more I hear they can build new houses fast enough and we're going to send out a huge cruise get them through Texas too so we have cranes we have a lot of them and we know where the need is and we know they can build concrete walls on slabs and make a castle place concrete homes and the walls are not too thick and put stuff in them to make them lighter weight and the roof lots of times they don't even put roofing on they just steal the crack up top and paint it a different color and it looks fine we have seen neighborhoods where they draw lines and leave me to look like shingles it looks pretty decent we are going to get those cranes there that's great is a good idea and more equipment too and a lot of them will be for parts they'll be parting out and they do it pretty quick and they're sharp a lot of them have a lot of that stuff going on already and like 50% would be parts and they pull it all apart and they catalog and categorize the price and different buildings have different manufacturers and different complete blocks of the different tractors it's very simple they run out of room we would be amazed and they're really hauling these things work and we're going to have to build new plants and our son and daughter say they should take a portion of the tractors that they rejuvenate and build plants for the people party out to help run to enter start so that they have a place to advance to in the park places will be able to hire new people and do an oil of it and go and oh yeah love it and Shaquille O'Neal's on the line and saying he loves it too and God he does that stuff Garth does that stuff and our son and daughter say what do you want garth John Deere and he's laughing no he wants case lol and there's a lot of laughter because of Georgia so we're going to get going on this there's other stuff like that and we are shipping a lot of it but these are major programs he's talking about doing we have a couple more companies and then it's announcements and then it's sleep time for our son and us
*along with these companies we are looking at Big oil we had one success as Arco and we think that's what the movies are going from and there's a ship that has Jason and the Argonauts and they go nuts about Arco it really was just getting fuel to regular people that's what they're Staple is. And we're at 58% and we are going to revamp and start remodeling he says don't forget the electrics and he wants the pumps just like the other pumps like another Island people think that's a great idea and you can put it in from either side and there's four so you have two on one side two in the other and they say boy that's cool and it is make it just like gas and Arco can produce its own electricity is not true but they have a way of doing it that they would be making some money by doing that and switching it's a nice idea and we have other companies
*Staples we have 52% and we are revamping and getting it going again all over the place and opening stores and more is a huge company and they're slowing and closing now businesses are coming back and people need it private businesses too small business
*office Depot at 48% and Monday we're going to try and get the rest in
*and additionally airliners and we bought a lot of stock like 10 to 50% of everything else the other type of companies but this type of company airliners and their commercial layer liners we were working and focusing on one company to get one under the belt it's his idea and we'll see how it goes and with know what to do on others and Delta airlines was at 42% at 3:00 p.m. they called everybody and said to get the subsidiaries in and they got around 17% and we just made it yes so he's saying thisu
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I need better excuse and justification to get into coffee
I need better excuse and justification to get into coffee Hello. In short, I need help to justify my next purchase for coffee stuffs that might seem a little too much for those who don't appreciate coffee.Let me elaborate by telling about myself. I'm a 30+ man from south east asia. So far I have been into countless hobbies, which i've spent considerable amount of money, effort, and time either learning or socializing. I'm living with my partner. We do care about each other, that's why she don't want me to recklessly spend tons of resource for something i wouldnt care much about in just several years or even months. And i do agree with her, as im getting older i cant just spend my life on something i only like just for a while.As for coffee, i'm pretty sure i won't get into the rabbit hole. Coffee would never be a hobby to me. It's just something basic that i like. Almost like basic necessity. If i must compare, perhaps coffee is like shoes, or TV. I don't need to delve in it or have the best thing like $2,000 shoes for every occassion or 100" OLED 144Hz TV. Having decent thing that works should be enough for me. I just recently figured out how good coffee could be, and would love to be able to drink coffee the next time i wan't it. Seems not too much right?Here are the list of next purchase that i thought are basic and humble enough to be in my kitchen for years ahead:- basic aeropress. we could bring them along when traveling or hiking. not taking a lot of space. unbreakable and lightweight. i could buy them for around 40 USD here but i guess i have to wait until my birthday since she might not know what else to get me as present cause i already have everything i want. i've also looked at aeropress accessories, and seems nothing caught my heart yet.- basic stove top gooseneck kettle around 3-8 USD. that's bottom cheap and irreplacable for making decent coffee right?- timemore C2 at 37 USD. i'm not even going for the C3 or other better grinder. i thought if i'm going to brew for the rest of my life, then i might as well buy a hand grinder that supports sensible grind adjustment, decent enough grind uniformity, could last for years, and replacable burr. still more practical than table top electric grinder i suppose.- cheap coffee scale under 10 USD. i'm familiar with kitchen scale, heck i love them and use them whenever i can. but whats annoying about making coffee on my kitchen scale is that sometimes they dont register changes when i pour beans, and sometimes they turn off by themselves. i am bless with great memory and math logic, but for under 10 USD to serve me years of practicality im not asking for much right? coffee scale doesnt take much space either.It might be just me, but as a guy who tends to get into taking up lots of hobbies i have a hunch that she could bring up my home brewing activities into later argument in despise. I got pre hipertension as well, from insomnia and vaping. I have thrown away lots of my belongings, as our place are somewhat cramped. Currently we only have stuffs that we use and hobbies stuffs that we're only currently into and are going to do for the rest of our lives. That's why i'm trying my best to not cram coffee stuffs into the kitchen, keeping them the most basic and as small as possible.Now as a beginner, I humbly ask for opinions regarding my next purchase for home brewing. Are there cheaper or smaller alternatives that's not priced somewhere beyond acceptance for non coffee lovers? How to reassure myself and my partner that these are basic enough, could last years, and not an insane purchase? For everyone responding or even just reading my plead here, i thank you very much. Submitted March 15, 2023 at 09:31PM by yakudayamitsubishi https://ift.tt/jY0PMHe via /r/Coffee
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