#michael brough

[shallowseeker]

Also, not to be depressing, but I really do think one of Cas's nightmares is his human family coming to save HIM.

Like literally, there is probably not one thing that this guy wants less.

Them being hurt on his behalf = torture.

*frantically whipping his head around, watching and hoping no one dies 💔 *

I just feel like...this is one of Cas's WAKING nightmares since Lily Sunder Has Some Regrets, and since Stuck in the Middle (with You)

They literally only escape because the leader got cocky and distracted by Ruby's "cool knife," otherwise Sam (who was pretty much outfought) would've been skewered. If the rest of the demons hadn't gotten scared and smoked out after said leader died, it could've been bad for everyone else, too. Even Mary, arguably the strongest brawler, was about to bite it!

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After it's all over, when the relief starts to settle in, it's so sad... 💔

Whew. Too close a call... Outgunned and outmatched, TFW escapes by taking advantage of dumb luck. Can you imagine the strength of Cas's dread when Sam walked through that door, and how horrifying it probably was when the rest showed up, too? OUGH.

[bachirasbodyguard]

104 chapters later...

i could write four full novels on why they're the greatest rivals ever and that still wouldn't convey even half of it

[blowflyfag]

I really wanna see Jeff The Killer at WrestleMania

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Jareth

(WARNING! This analysis contains THE BABE!)

(What babe?)

(The babe with the power!)

(What power?)

(The power of voodoo!)

(Who do?)

(You do!)

(Do what?)

(Remind me of the babe! Oh, also there’s SPOILERS!)

Many years ago I launched my official movie review series for obscure and cult movies, Michael After Midnight. As David Bowie’s death was fresh at the time, I decided to honor him by making the very first review that of one of his greatest cinematic performances. And now, to celebrate Psycho Analysis finally coming back from its nebulous hiatus, we’re gonna take a look at that performance.

Jareth the Goblin King, the ruler of the titular labyrinth and a tricky fairy who sets the plot in motion with the kidnapping of the little Toby after our main character Sarah wishes to be rid of him… He’s one of the most delightfully delicious 80s villains imaginable. But what exactly is there to him that makes him so appealing? Is it just the fact he’s played by a young, hot David Bowie? Or is there a little more to him than just that?

Motivation/Goals: Jareth’s motives operate on fae/dream logic most of the time. The way he acts, the way he goes about things, operates on a morality that is alien to you or I but likely seems fair and just to a being like him. Kidnapping a baby? Well, he was asked to do so! Sending poor Sarah on a gauntlet through the labyrinth? Well, it’s to test her mettle! Of course, over time he shifts gears a bit due to… falling in love with Sarah. Yeah. This grown-ass fairy is crushing on a teenage girl. It’s no wonder Robert Eggers is rumored to be remaking Labyrinth; considering his pedophilic stalker portrayal of Orlok that has somehow still managed to amass an army of horny fangirls, he’d be able to pull off a Jareth the likes of which we’ve never seen!

Performance: Sting. Prince. Mick Jagger. Michael Jackson. All these stars were considered for the role, and all of them could have brough something interesting to Jareth. We know from Dune that Sting looks good in ridiculous outfits, so he wouldn’t be opposed to baring his bulge; Mick Jagger was a solid actor, as can be surmised from the film Performance; Prince was some sort of fae being to begin with, meaning he wouldn’t have to try too hard to pull off the haughty egomania of Jareth; and MJ would have been able to bring the delightful joy of awkward implications in the future since the entire film is all about Jareth trying to get freaky with a kid and, well…

But with all that said, none of them could have delivered the kind of performance Bowie did. I think with him being such an utterly bizarre and unique performer for his time, he had the exact right persona to portray a fruity fairy king, and his sex god status certainly helped sell this as well. It’s genuinely hard to imagine any of those other guys being able to pull off the right amount of sensual allure and genuine menace Bowie is able to bring to nearly every scene. There’s a reason this is one of his definitive roles; it’s one of the best villain performances in all of 80s fantasy.

Final Fate: Sarah overcomes his labyrinth, and even though he’s David Bowie in the 80s and he’s sung a dozen villain songs, kidnapping a baby puts him beyond the pale for Sarah. After reciting her poem and finishing up with the reaffirmation that Jareth has no power over her, he seems to gracefully accept defeat and allow her to treutn home for a dance party ending with all of the friends she made along the way (and also the Fierys for some fucking reason). In the form of an owl, Jareth flies away from the window into the night. Yeah, I got no fucking clue.

I will say this: It’s actually rather admirable that, despite his god-like powers, his love for Sarah was genuine enough that after completely and fully rejecting him he was still enough of a man to let her go. I think a lot of guys could learn a thing or two from him.

Evilness: This is the most debatable facet of Jareth. Exactly how evil is he, anyway? He does kidnap a baby, sure, but it’s exactly what Sarah asked for. Whether you believe the movie is all just a dream or that it’s real and Jareth is a member of the Fair Folk, this logic is sound for beings of such illogical nature. But then you have the fact he’s openly falling in love with a prepubescent girl which is, uh… not a good look. There’s also his treatment of Hoggle, which is douchey even for a fairy. If you ask me, all of Jareth’s actions put him at a 5.5/10 in terms of evilness; he’s bordering on darker territory, but I’m willing to give a little bit of leeway since he’s playing by fae rules.

Best Scene: Do I really need to say it?

Best Quote: While of course the entirety of the song “Magic Dance” is fantastic, it’s the opening bit of the song that is one of the most quotable and iconic pieces of dialogue in the film. I’m sure you could guess the whole “You remind me of the babe” bit is my favorite quotation of his based on the gag at the start of this analysis.

Of course, there’s also his truly incredible quote where he channels his inner “balding principal turned underwear-themed superhero”: “Nothing, tra la la?”

Final Thoughts & Score: I fucking love Jareth. He’s easily one of my favorite villains of all time, and might even be one of the greatest characters Jim Henson ever created. No, I’m not kidding. The evil David Bowie fairy is on par with Kermit in my mind.

Of course, a lot of what makes me love him is Bowie’s charismatic portrayal. Just the way he enunciates things, the way he reads off the silly dialogue, his multiple songs, the way he plays with his balls (or at least the way he allowed the professional ball man to hold up his arm to play with the balls in such a way that it looked like Bowie did it). And it’s not just the charisma, sexual and otherwise, that makes this performance good; it’s the depth, his role as an anti-villainous trickster mentor who is maybe just trying to teach Sarah a lesson by putting her through the wringer in typical fairy fashion

Of course, there’s also his truly uncomfortable romantic desire for Sarah. It’s not really subtext, especially by the end, though it’s at least played subtly and doesn’t go into uncomfortable directions (Bowie apparently refused to kiss the 16 year old Connelly, which is pretty based). I think the thing here is that Bowie is just so fun and charismatic that it is incredibly easy to overlook Jareth being a creep… which is almost a commentary on how rock stars can get away with disturbing behavior due to their own charisma and talents. Obviously it’s not intentional, but it is an interesting way to look at things.

I think the thing with Jareth is that it’s really easy to just write him off as a villain popular due to being played by David Bowie and looking very sexy but—at least for me—I think a core part of his appeal is how much he leaves you to chew on. I mean, there are so many ways you can read him; he can be a stealth mentor teaching Srah a lesson, a genuine stalker with a crush who becomes sickly obsessed with a teenager, a rowdy jackass who just likes to torment Sarah for his amusement, some combination of all of the above… 10/10 is the only score I could give a character who is so fun, entertaining, and open to interpretation. He manages to have genuine style and charisma combined with utterly absurd, cheesy, and ridiculous fantasy camp... Jareth is truly a villain for the ages.

Alright, enough showing restraint. Look at his fucking bulge:

Those costume designers must’ve been the horniest motherfuckers of all time.

[modelsof-color]

Goy Michael by Jenny Brough for 10 Men Magazine March 2022

[chaifootsteps]

Like how Michael pointed out the obvious, though let's be honest, the latter possibility is more likely considering Viv brough in Broadway people than the former being A24 was very stingy with its money.

Much more likely.

[syazresearch]

False Memories, Misinformation Effect and Eyewitness Testimony Prof. Elizabeth Loftus

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This topic has piqued interest in me when I saw the title. However, after finishing the podcast, it somehow brough my thought in distraught as I kept thinking as this research is somehow on the grey borderline of ethical.

Prof. Elizabeth have explained that brain may recollect a false memory. Going through some events and it may be through information we previously talked about or from other people’s experience. Humans are flawed so they can forget. Some of the memory was picked up and adopted in their own memory collection, bits of pieces from the accidents, and a mistaken recollection.

For as example, quoted from the podcast:

"The memory of Hillary Clinton, on the campaign, she talked about the horrible trip she went to Bolivia, when in fact she had actually a peaceful landing, welcomed by children. Nothing horrendous happened like she was telling the press. This shows that she is human, she made mistakes."

There's the idea of implanting and manufacturing memories to modify human’s behavior. Although, I do believe it is unethical in implanting false memories in people's brains as whatever experience they have gone through defines what they are.

Does ethics research committee give permission to perform such implanting memories research? Yes, with the condition that there is certain processes first to go through first, to get approvals.

Prof. Elizabeth mentioned, in order to measure or to differentiate between false and true memory, they may be able to create comparison between the outcome after retelling the memory, as some people tend to become emotional towards true memory compared to false memory.

However, I believe it is hard to identify false and true memories as she did mention that some also could be emotional, despite being planted false memories. 

I do agree that this topic is good to educate people that different people's opinion does not mean its facts, aside from that, they have accurate knowledge about memory. They will be based on accurate memory and not on misconceptions as it may alter the reality of memory.

Consciousness is still have not been revealed yet and a lot more to learn on whether it is related. I believe more research we can venture on and explore regarding this topic.

Key Questions: Can we change people’s memories? Does planting false memories leaning towards ethical or unethical? How do you differentiate false and true memory?

Prof. Elizabeth Loftus is one of the nation's leading experts on memory. She has been an expert witness or consultant in hundreds of cases, including the McMartin preschool molestation case, the trial of Oliver North, the trial of the officers accused in the Rodney King beating, and litigation involving Michael Jackson, Martha Stewart, Scooter Libby and the Duke University Lacrosse players.

She specializes in Psychological Sciences. Loftus' study has made a significant contribution to psychology and opened up a new and controversial area of psychology and memory.

Prof. Elizabeth Loftus has appeared on numerous talk shows, including The Oprah Winfrey Show. She has written 19 books and approximately 200 papers. 

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Listen to podcast here.

[dealthydecay]

With the latest arrival, Daisy and Michael went on their first family vacation. Opting on leaving baby Jaskier at home with a nanny. Daisy took it upon herself while on this trip to get back into Yoga and hope to boost her levels. We also went in search of Granite Falls Hermit.

Daisy didn't hesitate to reward her man for sticking through her irrational moods brough on by the pregnancy hormones. The couple enjoyed some much needed quality time in the shower.

Baby Jaskier, Got his infant makeover. Despite him not being the next Gen Heir, we stuck with the colours of green for now. Unsure if I will play them both side by side or allow Jaskier to branch off into his own as the game progresses.

Finding time in a busy household with two under two can be difficult. Intimacy being not Michael and Daisy's strongest attribute. The couple continue to ignite the spark as much as they can, post orgasm conversation in deciding of not having any more babies.

[13melekradyo]

10 Ağustos 2024 tarihli program kaydı.

Güncel deneysel kayıtlardan bir seçki // A selection of recent experimental recordings. Download.

01 – Late Bloøm – Angst 02 – Alva Noto – HYbr:ID Script Broken Conversation 03 – MichaAngi – Erde1 04 – Michael Valentine West – Brough 05 – Özcan Saraç – GCIRS 13E 06 – Ghost Dub – Second Thoughts 07 – Hajime Kojirou – Illness 08 – Demetrio Cecchitelli – Unity 09 – Zságer Balázs – Pagana Rito 10 – Bass Communion – Blackmail

[c-40]

A-T-4 135 Graffiti Rock

The seminal graffiti documentary Style Wars and Charlie Ahearn's hip hop movie Wild Style had both been released in 1983. 1984 Brough with it another two landmark movies Beat Street and Breakin' which was the surprise hit of the year (Breakin' 2: Electric Boogaloo is rushed out before the end of the year). Breakdancing was appearing in mainstream American tv shows like The Cosby's (okay this is 1985), news, documentary segments, and advertising, so why not give hip hop culture it's own show?

Graffiti Rock aires on US tv 28th June 1984. It's essentially Soul Train (the formats are very similar) but all hip hop. The show was conceived as being a series but only one episode was ever made, which is our loss. The same year Video Music Box first aires on public television in New York which had a completely new format and is still going to this day. Yo! MTV Raps is much later first launching on MTV Europe in 1987 and the following year in the US

The show's host is Michael Holman, guests Kool Moe Dee and Special K from The Treacherous do links, there is break dancing from the NYC Breakers, Shannon performs the freestyle classic Give Me Tonight, but the centrepiece has to be Run DMC who perform Sucker MCs. They are the freshest, word!

[shallowseeker]

Do you think Jack's soul was all the way gone?

For: Jack went to The Empty when Chuck killed him in Moriah.

Against: Billie might've brough him there to keep him safe.

We saw Jack using his soul to heal his throat, so it was slowly dwindling even before he used it to eat defeat Michael. Later, we saw him dangerous tapping into his soul in order to impress a bunch of his would-be peers.

I tend to think he used the last of his soul when he teleported Mary to Nick (and afterwards when he healed Sam).

[whitepolaris]

Tulsa's Time Cars

Here in Oklahoma, a handful of vehicles have taken a trip through time-a journey across decades that begins and ends in Tulsa.

The Buried Belvedere

In the summer of 2007, a vehicle appeared in downtown Tulsa, having driven down what was most definitely a road less traveled. It was, for all intents and purposes, a trip through time-a journey from the 1950s that began and ended on the courthouse lawn.

No, the vehicle was not a DeLorean, nor was it driven by a handsome young Michael J. Fox. Rather, the car was a gold and white 1957 Plymouth Belvedere hardtop coupe that had been entombed below ground as party of the city's celebration of Oklahoma's semicentennial.

It had been placed about a hundred feet from the intersection of Denver Avenue and Sixth Street beneath a bronze plaque marking the "Golden Jubilee, Inc. Time Capsula." Engineers built a steel-reinforced concrete vault, approximately twelve feet by twenty feet, into which the plastic wrapped vehicle was lowered via crane. As part of the burial ceremony, organizers also included a steel capsule containing various historical artifacts. At the last minute, someone decided to dump the contents of a woman's purse into the glove box, items that included bobby pins, combs, a compact, a tube of lipstick, a pack of cigarettes, matches, tissues, a plastic rain cup, a little over $2 in cash, gum, an unpaid parking ticket, and a bottle of tranquilizers. Somebody else donated a case of Schlitz beer.

Organizers also had the foresight to include with the car ten gallons of gasoline and several quarts of motor oil, just in case all the futurists were right and we had all moved on to nuclear-powered flying cars by the twenty-first century.

Finally, a package of microfilm was added to the time capsule, which contained the name and guesses of all the contestants who had participated in a contest held in tandem with the event. Entrants were invited to predict the population of Tulsa in 2007, and whoever came closest would win the Belvedere when it was unearthed.

When the day finally came, fifty years later, most people had forgotten about the car. But as news of the impending disinterment spread, excitement grew not only throughout Tulsa, but around the world. Visitors across the globe came to see just what had become of the vehicle after all these years. Would it emerge pristine, a gleaming showroom-ready classic, or would it be a pile of rusted metal?

A sock hop was held in honor of the event. Car collectors brough in hundreds of classic vehicles for an auto show. The courthouse lawn was cordoned off and the Tulsa Convention Center was prepared with a special stage and a light show for the Belvedere's unveiling. When the vehicle was unearthed, it was kept under wraps; no one was allowed to see its condition until the big event.

Finally, before seven thousand spectators and a live television audience, the certain was lifted and the special protective wrap was removed. Gasps filled the auditorium. The vehicle, which had taken on the endearing nickname of Miss. Belvedere, was a mud-covered and rusted hulk. A celebrity hot-rod builder, who has been invited to take part in the event, called her "a mess."

The car's vault had been built with advice from experts at the Atomic Energy Commission, who unfortunately were skilled in designing things more for protections against nuclear attack than the rain. As a result, when the seal was broken and the lid lifted away, Miss. Belvedere was discovered sitting in about three feet of water, been filled with water. The upholstery had disintegrated, the frame had rusted, and most of the contents had dissolved away. Only the glass jars full of gas, a few dirty cans of Schlitz, and the steel came capsule had survived.

A week later, officials announced the winter of the rusty Plymouth. Raymond Humbertson, who had apparently just been passing through town in 1957 when the contest was held, came within less than 2,300 of the actual population. He had died in 1979, and so the car went to his sister.

The Planted Prowler

In 1998 a second car was entombed in Tulsa, this time to commemorate the city's centennial. The vice president of Chrysler Corporation had seen historic footage of the Belvedere being lowered into its time capsule and thought it would be a great idea, not to mention a terrific PR opportunity, to donate a vehicle and repeat the event.

Tulsa was given a handsome prototype of the new Plymouth Prowler, a retro-styled tribute to 1950s-era hot roads, that would serve as the centerpiece to an all-new capsule to be buried in Central Park. Citizens donated a collection of items to include with the car, such as a pair of inline skates, a cell phone, and a faceplate from an ATM. In the spirit of the former Schlitz donor, someone contributed a more politically correct case of root beer.

The lesson from the Belvedere's burial had yet to be learned, but organizers decided to be better safe than sorry and made careful arrangements for the Prowler's interment. All fluids were drained or substituted with synthetics, the car was sealed in a specially designed plastic container, the air inside was replaced with an inert gas and the whole thing was closed up in a vault made from corrosion-resistant aluminum. And rather than being stuck below ground, the container was only halfway buried, then covered up to form a small hill. The keys were left in the ignition, and once again, a container of gasoline included just in case. Finally, a Central Park was renamed Centennial Park lest anyone forgot it was there.

No contest was held this time, however. When the Prowler is revealed in 2048, it will be given back to Chrysler.

The Inhumed Harley

When Miss Belvedere was unearthed in 2007, Tulsans decided to bury yet another vehicle. It would be a replacement for the semicentennial capsule, which would remain sealed for another fifty years in anticipation of the state's 150-year celebration.

However, coordinators decided this time to bury a motorcycle. A local dealer donated a 2007 Harley-Davidson Street Glide and organized the donation of items such as iPods, a DVD player, a Budweiser sign, and various personal artifacts, all to be entombed in Veterans Park.

Taking a cue from the small steel container buried alongside the Belvedere, organizers chose as their capsule a scaled-up version of the pressure vessel, five feet wide by fifteen feet long and made from half-inch-thick carbon steel.

Oddly, though, no one could decide exactly where in the park to place the capsule, so after it was sealed in November 2007, the big tank was hauled off to a storage facility to be buried unceremoniously at a date undetermined.

[william-t-sickofyourshit]

They were gloriously lazy for around half an hour, just chatting, kissing a little, watching TV. William enjoyed the closeness and innocent intimacy with his boyfriend. And then, once they eventually felt that bellies full of food weren’t bothering them anymore, they decided to get up and get moving. They changed clothes into something more suitable for workout – William put on black shorts, they were kind of 80s style so… mid-thigh; and a black tank top. The shirt was loose, but was showing of his arms nicely. He looked comfy, casual, perfect for summertime jog. He helped Sebastian tie his hair up nicely, they both put on their smartwatches to track their progress, and at the door they put on comfy sports shoes. Heh, William basically had an entire second wardrobe here at Sebastian’s house. He just brough in so many of his things overtime, and they just… stayed here. It was his second home by now.

Well then, off they went. Much to William’s content, they didn’t meet nosey Elijah outside of Mrs Broadchurch’s house or anything. They started jogging along the street, deciding to jog the distance from here to the church, then take a turn from there along the beach promenade. And they will jog back along the beach too. It was William’s standard route, pretty much, long enough to break some decent sweat.

So, that particular morning, the whole town of St Michael’s Bay could see those two gorgeous men, tall, dark, and muscular, jogging in the summer sun. Together they looked even more dashing than each on their own, to be honest. Yeah, William was a priest, but he was objectively a young, handsome man. His appearance was more classic and royal in type, while Sebastian was stunning in an intimidating, ‘cool’ sense.

For I have sinned...

The principal cleared his throat, eyes scanning the notes that he had wrote down before this meeting. It already lasted an hour, and the teachers gathered in the faculty room were becoming restless and bored. But indeed there were some things to discuss, with the concert that the senior class was supposed to perform at the end of the semester, and with recent staff changes. 

William glanced down at his watch, sighing softly. His class was starting in 15 minutes, so at least, whether the meeting will be done soon or not, he will get to excuse himself. He looked out of the window, his mind wandering. Principal’s voice turned into white noise in the background. It was a pleasant day, late summer. But William was looking forward to a slightly cooler weather. Wearing all black could really be bothersome at times. 

“And lastly, I am pleased to announce that we have finally found replacement for the violin teacher. Dear Mr Tanaka, may he rest in peace, was with us for so many years that I’ve been concerned we won’t be able to find someone as good as to fill this position.” the principal spoke. “But Mr… Michaelis, was highly recommended to me, and he indeed has impressive references. He will be starting this week, so please welcome him warmly once he will arrive. Ah yes… about that. He will arrive today at noon, I need someone to pick him up from the train station and bring over for the tour around the school. Any volunteers?” 

William was barely listening, and definitely not paying much attention. He glanced at his watch again, and saw that it was time to leave, as his class was about to start. He raised his hand to excuse himself, and little did he know, he just volunteered.

“Father William! Excellent!” the principal exclaimed. “Just don’t be late, the train arrives at noon.”

“Train…?” William questioned, raising his brow. He had a feeling he was missing something…

***

Right after the meeting, William had to run for the class, so he had little time to clarify what exactly he had volunteered for. He was a piano teacher in this Music Academy, but also he served as a priest in local church. Well respected, and rather liked. So when he later found out it was about the new violin teacher, he didn’t refuse. Who, other than himself, would be a better choice to introduce a newcome to their community?

So even though he raised his hand by accident, he accepted this fate.

After classes, at noon, William took a taxi and drove to the train station, to pick up their new teacher. Wearing black trousers, and a black shirt with a thin tie, was absolutely dreadful in this weather, so William quickly found shelter under the roof of the station platform, that provided some shade.

The train had just arrived. William had no idea how Mr Michaelis looked like, but he figured he will just look for someone carrying a violin case with them. 

He was in for a bit surprise.

@crazyvik97

[ramrodd]

Who's On America's Side?: With Steve Schmidt

COMMENtARY:

I love you buddy,, but I don't particularly like you, It's nothing personal: it comes from being a RINO since January 1981 and spend the next 40 years marveling at how hard you Reagan Conservatives woe ked at fucking things up by the numbers . All guys need to remember to congratulate yourselves at your success at creating Trump and the MSGS Conservatives , I know you really, really believed in what you were doing, but, is is Ben Shapiro that says, Facts don't care about your feelings ? Your entire life should be a Come To Jesus moment when, like Peter, you weep in shame.

I love you  Michael Steele, because you are black, you  have always been woke became you are one of the few Jack Kemp Republicans left standing, along with Mitt Romney, because Jack Kemp was as woke as you needed to be tough enough to get out of his neighborhood and end up Cecretary of HUD, Stuff that he did during GHW Bush's administration are still helping to propel Home Rule and Hip Hop with Muriel Bowser for another 50 years, I was there wen it started. I had  lunch a couple times with Walter Washington and the old Old Ebbits Grill on H Street just because I worked at American Security Bank across from the Treasury. In 1969, Nixon rand on getting out of Vietnam with honor, (and flare, I might add. America didn't run out with it's tail between its legs, Fuck the Oliver Stone version of Vietnam)

Sorry. Had a flashback. They come and go. And Nixon also ran on American Reparations. In 1968, America need its own Marshall Plan, Most of the South had never recovered from the failure of Reconstruction and and most of the rest of America was pretty shabby, LBJ tried to do it, but Vietnam and the Space program created a brain drain on the social and material infrastructure, generally,  Stage 1 of Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform began to resurrect the machinery of Reconstruction in the South with the Interstate system whech we would need to support the industrial matrix that evolved in delivering  Apollo 11,  

I, personally, didn't know how much excitement and hope Apollo 11 had globally until I saw the PBS documentary a couple of years ago. Nixon understood what had happened and he employed that excitement to induce Brezhnev and Mao to collude on on global Star Wars economics necessary to sustain a lunar colony for 100 years like in 2001: A Space Odyssey.  In 1971 everybody in Washington but the Plumbers in the White House and the true believers of the Weather Underground were t committed to Nixon' and Moynihan's Affirmative Action agenda to reconfigure the Military Industrial Complex to the Aerospace Entrepreneurial Matrix Eisenhower and von Bruan had conceived to run Starship America leading the way for Marvel Comics. Jack Kemp was the Daniel Patrick Moynihan of the Nixon ford administrations and he created the Republican hand book you used as Lieutenant Governor of Maryland and Larry Hogan employed as Governor,  Dick Lugar Republicans. That's what the Party of Lincoln was all about until the Nazification of the Reagan Conservatives turned everything touched into shit in the processes  that has led directly to Trump.

Now, I happen to believe that you and Nicole Wallace can restore the Party of Lincoln coalition of Jack Kemp Republicans back into it's rightful role as the adult leadership and dominant coalition of the GOP and completing Stage 2 of Eisenhower's 1956 Presidential Platform and triggering the final paradigm shift into Stage 3 of Eisenhower von Braun Star Wars economics and into Starship America. And all the passion and moral commitment that brough you to the GOP will be vindicated and rewarded.

[demisexualnathanvuornos]

Boyfriend's Deceit / Treacherous (2018) 1/ 4

Written by Brittany Wiscombe; Joshua Michael French Directed by Brian Brough

[grizzledyoungimpact]

Kay's Whumptober Day #22

Prompt #22: Watch Out Pairing: Von WagnerxCassie Irvine (OC) Mentions: Bron Breakker, Mr. Stone

Cassie Irvine placed a hand over her mouth as she saw the carnage that was laid out in front of her. As the daughter of a legend, she wasn't surprised by carnage as a genuine rule in wrestling. Her father had gone through some wrestling moments that were inherently worse, from the fall he had taken off the Blood and Guts structure in the other company to tossing Shawn Michaels through the Jeritron and injuring Shawn's eye. But this? This was the first injury that she felt she was responsible for.

Over the last few weeks, as he revealed more and more of his story, Cassie had found herself feeling more and more for Von Wagner. She had also been a sickly child, overcoming childhood cancer to be where she was now. On a level, she could both sympathize and understand with Von's plight and had told him so. While he acted hard hearted and stone faced, Von had started spending more time with Cassie. Over the last few weeks, they had become genuine friends.

That's what made this so hard.

The feud with Bron Breakker was not one that Cassie had taken lightly. Since her arrival to NXT, working to transcribe any moment with dialog into the myriad of languages she spoke, Bronn had been good to her. He was always quick with a joke when he could tell she was blue. On multiple occasions, he had brought her food from catering while she worked endlessly. It was good to have a friend like Bron Breakker, but that's all Bron was to her. A friend.

Clearly he hadn't taken that rejection well.

The attack to Von with the steel chair, that was par for the course in the world of wrestling. As much as she hated to hear it, to see it, it was a typical wrestling heel move. She couldn't excuse the actions of her friend to someone she was realizing she cared deeply for. She found herself pleading, begging for Von to realize what was going on as he was tossed into the steel steps and as Bron brough the stairs into Von's head, she found herself openly weeping. The NXT audience had the blessing of a cut to black.

She was not that lucky.

As soon as she had been able, Cassie had rolled her wheelchair towards where she knew the ambulance would be arriving. She had to see Von, to make sure he was okay. As the medical team rolled the stretcher Von was laying on into the back, it was Mr. Stone who first saw her. As the medical team got Von situated into the ambulance, Mr. Stone made sure to go to her. "Is he okay? Is...is he gonna be okay?" she pleaded.

Mr. Stone couldn't even fake a smile, "He...he will be. He will be. You know how I know?"

"He looks so bad. How could Bron-"

"Miss Irvine, focus. Focus, okay?" Mr. Stone tried to calm her down with his hands on her shoulders. "You know how I know he's gonna be okay?"

Cassie shook her head, eyes full of tears, "Non."

"He has us. He has 𝒚𝒐𝒖."