#max & reagan.

[ellaellaaaaaaaa]

Reagan is at the very front because she controls everything. The second in commands are Donatello and Harold Hutchins. The shadow in there is specifically snapcube shadow

Bill Cipher’s only in there because I made a deal with him

(That’s a Mike Wheeler island out there btw)

[acolyteartist]

Things that Brett and Reagan would say (REAL)

[cxmembert]

[dandylion240]

Jake still has his old stereo from his bachelor days but he spends his days reading stories to his kiddos then entertaining guests.

Holly decided to join Jason playing dollies.

Jordan is busy explaining why he should be allowed outside in the rain.

And Indy is still where we left her....

Aww finally someone came to rescue her from the chair.

Now it's time to learn to stand.

All that time playing dolls has paid off. Jason has maxed his imagination skill.

@theosconfessions

[faithsxoxo]

my requests r open folks!! i’ll do oneshots n headcanons n all that

[alanflowerspersonalblog]

[ 2023 Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport ]

[ceeberoni]

Why do you hate the Dulles airport?????????

dulles is fine its just ugly as sin

[thetangential]

Where Max Boot particularly excels, as a biographer, is in connecting his subject’s accomplishments and failures to his essential character. If Ronald Reagan’s triumph as President was to act the part superbly, Boot argues, the ways in which he let Americans down are related to his shortcomings as an actor.

Reagan felt and appeared sympathetic, but he lacked true empathy: the ability to see the world through another’s eyes.

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[deadpresidents]

What about the Max Boot bio about Reagan that's in the photo? I didn't realize it was out yet, is it any good?

Max Boot's Reagan: His Life and Legend (BOOK | KINDLE | AUDIO) has not been released yet, the publisher sent me an advance copy. I haven't started reading it because it just arrived this afternoon, but Boot certainly seems to have researched it deeply because it clocks in at 836 pages. Once I get a chance to read it I'll share my thoughts, but I've heard some rave reviews from a few people whose opinions I respect that it is one of the better single-volume biographies of President Reagan that has been published in many years.

Reagan: His Life and Legend will be released on Tuesday (September 10th).

[concerto-roblox]

actually the worst thing about autism isn’t the sensory issues or the ableism it’s not being able to get bitches because i don’t know how to fucking talk to people

[whizzeryuri]

every fic writer creating a real timeline for these fuck ass musicals and keeping period accuracy with minimal anachronisms i love youuuu im kissing you on the moutthh

[vampirerobot]

[toontownportraits]

what if REAGAN got nostalgia max'd 😳😳😳

[busterheadspace]

Nostalgia Gone Wrong

Hah. Here’s another whump fic. This is really Angsty so be warned. Okay.  Send a prompt if you. Just click on my profile to find it

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“Brett, I know why you’re doing this!”

The voice could barely be heard as Brett lifted a can of Nostalgia Max. He laughed knowing that his best friend would soon join in this happy dream. They would stay together like a family! Watch all the silly tv shows and play around in this town! Forget about everything in the present! Happy! Happy!

“All this junk was important to you because you were using a fake family to make up for your crappy one!” Reagan pulled the VHS tape that was his favorite TV show. Brett growled, a burst of anger remembering what his real family did. The container of Nostalgia Max is directed right on top of Reagan, slowly tilting. Her expressions changed for a moment, a spark of fear before going back to determination.

“Fight it Brett! Come on!” The yelling from his best friend made him angry. His mind circled with everything they could do once she was in a playful state. He lets out a loud scream as he moves the whole container to tilt all the way. All the Nostalgia Max falls onto the scientist as she shrieked. Her eyes glowed green before Brett released her. Her body lands pathetically on the ground, face on the ground.

“See Reagan. Do you see all those fun stuff thar happened! Wouldn’t it be good to relax and be a family!” Brett cackled as he dropped down. There wasn’t a response but it might have been from all the memories rushing into her mind.

However after a couple minutes, Reagan was still lying there with no response . He looked at her confused before walking toward and lowering himself to her.

“Come on! Let’s go hang out!” He exclaimed as he grabbed her shoulder. He sat her up, expecting a smile or something but what he saw was not expected.

Reagan’s eyes were wide and glowing green. Only pupils could be faintly seen. Her breathing was uneven and slow. There was blood on the side of her head from the fall but no where else seemed injured .

“Hey..? What.. wrong?” Brett asked. All the thoughts of enjoying themselves faded. He shook Reagan but it got nothing out of her. “Reagan..?” His eyes loose the green glow. The Gang took it as a sign to move closer to the scene

“What's happening to her? Shouldn’t the Nostalgia Max make her feel Nostalgic and all those good feelings?” Brett asked Andre. The doctor bent down, his fingers finding a pulse. Then he touched her face. No reaction. Usually the scientist would have flinched away but something was clearly wrong.

“Stop right there!" The two police officers they met earlier held their guns at the group.

"Oh fuck this. I'm done with this god forsaken town. Take this you 80 fools!" Myc released a large amount of his goo at the officers. The group took it as a moment to escape back to the jet. They weren't staying here any longer than they needed to. Brett was carrying Reagan, many thoughts going through his mind. This wasn't how it was supposed to go! They were supposed to be joking around and having fun. Not running away like this

—

"She was poured with a whole can of Nostalgia Max?" The Cogito doctor and the scientist who distributed the Nostalgia Max came to help. She was sitting in a chair, eyes half close but still glowing

"Yup. Someone.." A glare at Brett. "went mad and did it. Is there anything you can do to get her out of this state?"

"Usually these chemtrails are supposed to make you feel happy about the past. I've had workers fall into those containers but they would just get really kiddy and we could taze them out of it. I've never seen this reaction.. you guys know anything about her background."

"She was a MIT"

"Family background. Childhood. Personal life."

"Well her dad.. you know Rand Ridley..the old boss he wasn't the best father. He made her terrified of hugs and wasn't really there for her. Lonely for most of her life. Some drugs and drinking problems. That's all we know." Brett responded.

The scientist looked at him, a little shocked and flipped through his notebook. He found the page and took a moment to read it.

"Shit.. That theory might be true. We thought about how someone with a bad childhood would react to Nostalgia Max. No one became our tester of course but it seems like she's in a comatose state. Maybe it's more repression to a deeper state r the memories keep resurfacing in a loop. That's main theories"

"Can you get her out of it!? She can't be like this forever right?"

"She was not reacting to anything but.. I have an idea." The doctor held a memory gun in his hand. "I could try to wipe it."

"What are you waiting for them! Do it!" Glenn yelled.

"But.. I'll have to wipe her whole mind out. Who knows how many memories she's repressed throughout her life and the whole container was dumped on her. That is a lot of mind messing in there."

"NO! You can't do it!" Brett yelled. Everyone looked at him. "I'm sure it'll go away like it happened to me..."

"She's in a comtose state! Do you really want her to be in this state? Weeks, months, the rest of her life'!

"I'll take care of her! Please!"

"This is all on you Brett. You were the one who fucked with her mind." Myc said with a a tentacle pointing to him. The rest of the Gang nod. The pain in Brett's chest grew but he nodded with a forceful smile.

"Here. You don't have to bring her if she gets wiped. But if you make the choice.. do it at your place and then we can take over. The memory gun was handed to him. He glanced at Reagan

'She can fight through it. She's Reagan. She'll be okay.' He reassured himself. Surely he didn't need it

—

Weeks had passed. Nothing had changed with Reagan. She just sat there,  staring into space. Brett had to force feed and try to clean her the best he could. It was midnight and Brett was looking at her as she sat on the couch. The glowing from her eyes was still strong as ever.

"Reagan. Say something. Anything" Brett said. There was no response, nothing ever since they came back from the 80s mission.

"Come on.. Give me a reason to keep you like this." Brett pleaded. He grabbed onto her shoulder, holding his breath. He couldn't cry. Not now "I'm sorry.. You were right. Nostalgia is bullshit. Just come back. Please" Waves of emotions were hitting him now. He squeezed his eyes as his head dropped to her legs. "Don't leave us. Don't leave me.."

Nothing was said. Brett lifted his head as tears streamed down his face. The memory gun on the table reminds him of what the doctor said.

'Do you really want her to be in this state? Weeks, months, the rest of her life?'

He was right. Brett didn't want Reagan to be stuck in this. This was all his fault and he had to make it right. Shakily he grabbed the gun, a finger on the trigger. The point of the gun touched the side of her head. Brett gave one last look, hoping Reagan would protest or freak out. But all there was a blank face.

He looked away as he pulled the trigger. A loud noise came out and when he looked back, the green and glowing were fading away. Finally, after weeks, her eyes close fully. A quiet sigh came out as well.

Brett sobbed, dropping the gun on the floor.  Why did he do it? He just wanted to have fun with the Gang. He wanted Reagan to experience the 80s and relax after working so much. Together.. like a family

But now she was gone. The company lost her, the Gang no longer had a leader, and Brett.. lost his best friend forever.

[alanflowerspersonalblog]

[ 2023 Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport ]

[bargainsleuthbooks]

Book Reviews: Reagan: His Life and Legend; Fix-It-And-Forget-It Budget Meals; Friends and the Golden Age of Sitcom; Hemingway's Passions: His Women, His Wars, and His Writing #NetGalley #Edelweiss #ARCReviews #NewBooks #BookReviews

Time for another round-up of #BookReviews! A new book taking a look at Friends and the television landscape in the 1990s, a cookbook with budget meals, a book about #Hemingway and the women in his life, and a new biography on #RonaldReagan

I’m cruising along and getting through all my Advanced Reader’s Copies from NetGalley. In order to keep up with blogging about them all, I’ve decided to do more roundups like this. These books have either recently been published or will be published in the near future. Most books can be found at the affiliate links below or try your local library when they are released! (Amazon US) (Amazon CA)…