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manyu-ten · 3 months ago
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We as a society need to stop acting like Dick had bad fashion sense. Mans was wearing a $400 leather jacket during the Judas Contract (circa 1984) in a era when leather jackets were in high popularity with men because of things like Top Gun and Michael Jackson's 1984 Pepsi commercial.
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doofusschweetz · 4 months ago
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Why drink Pepsi? It's just the worst version of any other soft drink, especially coke
David Bowie, Michael Jackson, and Tina Turner advertised it.
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watch this please: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=po0jY4WvCIc
Also this guy with a dope ass pepsi jacket + david bowie
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also it pops (pun unintended)
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deadlinecom · 1 year ago
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qudachuk · 2 years ago
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A bespoke leather jacket worn for a Pepsi commercial in 1984 could fetch £400,000.
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mjleatherjacket · 4 years ago
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Michael Jackson Jacket
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leathercollectionus · 3 years ago
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Michael jackson leather jacket
An exact replica of michael jackson leather jacket worn by a pop legend in a Pepsi commercial, although commercial advertised in the 1980s until now this jacket is in the appropriate modern fashion requirements.
Michael jackson leather jacket
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noramoya · 3 years ago
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SOURCE : Smelly Jackson, @G+ (Oh, How I Miss GOOGLE PLUS‼️) •••
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"I WAS A JUNIOR IN HIGH SCHOOL WHEN MY FRIEND MICHAEL JACKSON ASKED ME TO GO ON TOUR WITH HIM. HE WAS SPENDING THE SUMMER IN EUROPE, STAGING THE LARGEST EVER (AT THE TIME) ROCK TOUR, FOR HIS LATEST ALBUM DANGEROUS !
I begged and pleaded with my parents to let me go. We’d known Michael for a few years by then and grown quite close. He’d even come and stayed at our house in suburban Boston for a few days. Who could forget the time he clumsily tried to make his bed in the guestroom in the morning in an effort to impress my mother so he might be invited back? Or the ill-fated breakfast he tried to cook for my sister and I that we forced down our throats with strained smiles as he carefully watched us? Aside from being the biggest celebrity on the planet, he seemed like a pretty good guy so eventually my parents relented and let me go. To describe it in one word: IMPOSSIBLY AWESOME (because one word is not nearly enough). To be seventeen and the sidekick of the greatest rockstar the world had ever known was indescribable! Paris, Rome, London, Munich, Athens and more. Every city we went to essentially shut down to host him. Where Michael roamed, a million cameras followed. A buzz reverberated and the bright light of fame trailed. And I felt the halo effect, often donning one of his iconic fedoras, his signature sunglasses, and one of the countless slick tour jackets Pepsi supplied us with. Private planes, police escorts, marching soldiers (an inexplicable MJ favorite), Michael was more than happy to share his celebrity because he had more than he’d ever know what to do with. He joked that I could ride “shotgun” with him anytime I liked. He knew I was living vicariously through him and he was happy for it.
Arriving to stadiums hours before showtime, while he’d have to go through elaborate pre-show routines and wardrobe sessions, I’d wander out onto the stage where dozens upon dozens of sound techs, engineers, and roadies would be rigging the massive stage and prepping the show. Even four or five hours before showtime, thousands of fans would push as far forward as possible so as to get as close to MJ when the show began. You’ve seen the videos of crazy fans, dehydrated and dazed, having to be dragged out of the crowd by hustling paramedics. I saw it up close and personal – even got involved once or twice when fans started dropping by the dozens. During the show itself, sometimes I’d hang around just off the stage watching Michael kill it. The man knew how to perform and it was like a meditation, just to witness it ! At other times, I’d hang in his dressing room, outfitted to the nines with candy, orange juice, and video games.
After the show, Michael would retreat back to the dressing room too and then be forced to stand around awkwardly and greet VIPs, celebrity guests, sponsors and others who’d earned backstage privileges. It was easy to see that he was far more comfortable singing and dancing in front of a 100,000 strong than socializing with a dozen. After those formalities, he and I would retreat back to his hotel, usually the biggest and best suite in the whole city. Michael almost always had the place stocked with old movies, more candy, and more orange juice. Even as thousands of adoring fans chanted his name from the streets below, we’d chat about music, movies, video games, girls, and occasionally the meaning of life.
But then something unexpected happened. The awesomeness wore off for me. Believe it or not, I started to get bored of sitting up in that suite with just MJ. And then I started to feel claustrophobic. I was seventeen years old, in freaking Europe, surrounded by a rock band, sexy dancers who could bend in all sorts of ways and backup singers who hit octaves I fantasized about. They liked to rage every night after the show and openly talked about their exploits the following day. Soon enough, I gained the courage to ask Michael if he minded if I slipped out with some of the others after his shows.Not only did he say it was okay, he encouraged me. Outfitted with his fedora, sunglasses, and tour jackets, getting the best table at the best restaurants, into the VIP sections of the hottest clubs, and the adulation of all the local girls was easier than could be imagined. Often when I got back from a night on the town, Michael would call me in my hotel room and summon me. I’d head up to his suite and proceed to narrate my night’s misadventures to him and debrief him on all the latest gossip surrounding his band. I didn’t really need to dramatize my exploits, but I did anyway because I knew that he was living vicariously through me and I was happy for it.
It’s a cliché to say that your highschool summers are the most memorable of your life, but I challenge anyone to say how mine could not be. For years, I wore the badge of that summer and my many exploits over it boldly and boastfully. Then of course, as time passed and Michael became embroiled in scandals involving teen boys, all of a sudden my summer as his teen sidekick didn’t have the same glamour to it. Now it was a stigma, something I treasured but certainly did not tout. Over the years my brotherhood with Michael evolved. When I went to college in NYC and lived uptown, he lived at the Four Seasons in midtown and I’d see him regularly, sharing with him collegiate exploits and adventures. Years later when he became a father, he invited me over to Neverland to see “the greatest thing he ever created” – his son Prince.
More time passed. I watched as he endured the agony of his dramatic fall from grace, his resurrection through his children Prince, Paris, and Blanket, and then once again the agony of his descent into the shadows of things he couldn’t control. During the last years of his life, I got to see his creativity up close and personal once again. He and I were working on a graphic novel together entitled THE FATED. He had big plans for it. One day he wanted to direct it as a film, impress his mentor Steven Spielberg, and have his favorite actor Will Smith be in it. It was classic MJ in terms of process, intense at times, with intermittent months of total inaction in between. The story of an iconic Rockstar worn out by the agony of his fame, driven to the most desperate measures, only to discover that his super-stardom has him “fated” for far more than just fame and fortune.
Of course, I eventually realized Michael was giving me a window into his own personal allegory and I felt privileged to help record it. Sadly, we never were able to complete the story and I was left instead with an eerie tale without a proper ending (note: I hope with the assistance of Michael’s Estate – in the hands of some very capable and conscious stewards – that we’ll one day be able to share The Fated with all the dignity it and Michael deserves). Like The Fated, we never got to see a proper ending to Michael’s tale. Instead there’s a tangled legacy, the bright light of fame shining over the tumbled necropolis of unfounded allegations twisted around the neverending tenderness for his own children. It's funny to me how, in the last year, in death Michael has been canonized by many of the same commentators who were so relentless in tearing him down , while he lived. He’d see the irony in it and call them bad names – the man could curse like a drunken sailor. One night, while on that tour with him, toward the end when I was getting ready to go back to school and the real world, Michael asked me if I was glad that I had come, even though I couldn’t stay for the whole tour. He knew I was sad that I wouldn’t get to stay until the very end. Still, it was an insane question and I told him so. “Are you kidding?” I said. “Every second I was here with you was a privilege. Thank you for letting me ride shotgun even for a little while.” — Gotham Chopra.
MY FRIENDS, YOU GOT TO READ THIS STORY ABOUT A SUMMER TOURING WITH MICHAEL JACKSON, ON HIS WORLD TOUR DANGEROUS ‼️♥️😍♥️ I POSTED THIS TWICE ON FB. LAST TIME WAS ON 2018 •••
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mjmacchio1991 · 3 years ago
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hello! i hope you're having a great day! <3 so... i was just wondering, which are your 80-90s hcs for the boys? <333
Hello! So sorry this is late! My schedule has been swamped but it is all good now! I do have some 80s-90s hc's for the boys and here they are:
80s
Ponyboy got a portable color camera and used it to take photos of nature and the gang.
Johnny would apply decorative pins to every shirt and jacket he owned.
Ponyboy is a giant Earth, Wind, and Fire fan and loves to pop a tape into his Sony Sports Walkman and roller skate to the funky music.
Ponyboys halloween costumes were those vinyl masks and trash bag-like shirts (Pink Panther and other characters).
Steve wouldn’t shut up about the first moonwalk for many weeks after it premiered at Motown 25.
Darry and Dallas were giant Prince fans (bought 1999 record at launch).
The gang saved up enough money to go to a Michael Jackson concert in Kansas City on February 23, 1988 and loved it.
Ponyboy was a big advocate for the “We Are The World” foundation and bought the 45 for it along with getting a “USA For Africa” shirt.
Steve jokingly subscribed Sodapop to all those cheesy teen magazine services (16, Tiger Beat, Teen Machine, etc.) and Soda thought it was strange that he would get those magazines that promised “HOTTEST BOYS OF THE 80’S! 6 COLOR PIN-UP’S!”
Darry really liked the “Rocky” movies.
Dallas really liked the album "Bad" and the music video for it.
Once, Ponyboy accidentally put copious amounts of Razzle candies on Darry’s tab.
Johnny unironically used “grody”.
Ponyboy and Steve stayed up to watch the premiere of “Beat It” on MTV in March ‘83.
Johnny used Garfield The Cat and Odie The Dog stationary.
The gang was really into the He-Man cartoon and Ferris Bueller's Day Off.
Ponyboy would rush to record songs off the radio with his cassette recorder.
90s
When crystal Pepsi was announced, Soda’s nickname for the whole year of 1992 was “Crystal Pepsi” and he was obsessed with both the name and drink.
The boys became fascinated with BMX biking and tried making their own at the junkyard with scrap metal (Steve broke an arm going down a trash pile).
Two-Bit would like the cartoons “Ducktales” and “Darkwing Duck”.
Two-Bit somehow redirected the schools satellite after throwing rocks at it and, instead of the Tulsa weather channel, all the televisions started playing the live OJ chase in 1994 (Two got suspended for 2 weeks).
Dallas was really into timberland boots and Biggie Smalls.
Dallas also got a single diamond piercing in his earlobe (Curly did it for him with a needle and ice cube) and this inflated his ego to the max.
The gang's favorite movie to watch was “The Sandlot”.
Ponyboy, Soda, and Johnny were Sega nerds.
Johnny started to watch “The Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air” and dressed like Will (denim overalls with multi-colored and baggy striped shirts).
Steve would try to fight someone if they tried to diss the remixes on Michael Jackson’s “Blood On The Dance Floor” album.
Soda and Ponyboy were total Pokemon nerds when the show started and got the first movie on tape the day it was released.
Dallas would have his video cassette tapes stacked up in his living room simply because it felt “practical” to him to have them all in one place (Johnny pleaded with him to put them in a cardboard box or something of the sorts).
Johnny was the first one in the gang to buy a CD as they all could only afford audio cassette tapes (Motown Greatest Hits CD.)
Dallas started a secret business with Tim of ripping CDs and making cheap copies to sell.
Ponyboy's favorite snack were Dunka-roos (chocolate flavored).
When their local arcade got a Nintendo 64, they all went and played it for hours for several days a week.
Darry would keep a neatly organized bin in the living room of all his recorded tapes of various movies and talk shows (with Steve's copy of the 1993 Oprah interview with Michael Jackson).
Ponyboy and Two-Bit chatted in AOL chat rooms (Two-Bit usually got them kicked.)
Two-Bit refused to pay for music once Napster came onto the scene.
Ponyboy would get frosted tips like Joey Fatone and be made fun of until his hair grew out.
Steve would wear hammer pants and wouldn’t take any lip from anyone about it.
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Michael Jackson Pepsi Commercial Ad Black and White Vintage Men's Leather Jacket worn by Michael Jackson. with free delivery all over the worlds.
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mjjicons · 4 years ago
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apparently i’m an attorney right now
hey guys
this bitch right here
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@deborahdeshoftim5779​ i can’t even write her username without copying and pasting it but there we go
she’s trying you guyssss she’s really trying to come for michael
maybe inside her basement......no bathing for days... we know quarantine right.. people get crazy
so here i am responding to the “EVIDENCE THAT MICHAEL JACKSON MOLESTED CHILDREN” because.... i don’t know why tho
but this bitch challenged me and virgos love a challenge
we do love a challenge.. so
RESPONDING TO DEBORAH BLAH BLAH BLAH ABOUT HER BULLSHIT AND MICHAEL JACKSON OBSESSION
Michael Jackson slept in bed with other people’s children. Everyone, including @mjjicons, knows this is inappropriate and unacceptable. The majority of sexual abuse accusations against Michael Jackson have stemmed from the fact that he slept in bed with other people’s children. This is one of the clear reasons why parents do not allow their children to sleep in bed with adult strangers, and @mjjicons knows this very well.
this one is actually so shitty that i can’t even lol i highlighted the most important part on this.. this is actually not true
with a simple google search we can type in like “michael jackson accusations timeline” (i don’t have to do that because i actually know every single one of them but for proof purposes) 
safechuck said he met michael in 1986 in a pepsi commercial set and of course, he said that michael asked him to sleep with him as seen in here:
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alright! let’s do some research then
1986... what a year you guys! what a year!
here we have a great year review on the detail. (a youtube channel that i love so so so so so so so so much). and as we all know, 1986 was really important for michael jackson’s career overall, because that was the year when he wrote his (amazing) record called BAD!! kinda reclused. and of course he had the time to be the humanitarian he was:
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also i can refute your “evidence number two” that michael only cared about pre-pubescent boys.. here’s our girl donna having a blast with my baby and bubbles.
also, safechuck said that he gave him the thriller jacket in the meeting.......but that’s actually a lie 
because that jacket is with..... lady gaga! because it never was in safechuck’s hands. it was sold for her in a auction.
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let’s go forward, shall we?
back to 86. allegations say that michael asked safechuck to sleep with him in the same bed in a trip to hawaii! of course if michael jackson was in hawaii in 1986 we would have some candids.
let’s do our research once again. he was never in hawaii in 86.... 87... no... here we go, 88, with safechuck and his family:
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this was in february 1, 1988, at the kahala hilton hotel - hawaii. found it. also, this was the day of “moonwalk - the autobiography” release!
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here he is with everyone! and our buddy alan light actually met him at the time:
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as alan said, his team was with him too, of course. digging more information we can see it was a business trip and he brought his “friends” with him (fake bitchessss) as always. the first accusations, however, were made to the LAPD in 1993. james was with his whole family in there, fans around, team around, everyone. the only evidence is safechuck’s word, that as we saw before we can’t trust that much. i will explain why in a bit. michael had no time to bullshit in 1988, because this was the year of his american leg of the bad tour, and of course, shooting every single video from the bad era. iconic! he was in japan also in january-february as seen on his year review.
unfortunately i don’t have his hotel files from this time to see how many rooms he booked, but as a fan i can say that when michael did stay in hotels, it was common for him to book the whole hallway. (please read j. randy taraborrelli’s book if interested). same bed huh.......i don’t think so too
michael was diagnosed with vitiligo at the time, and his self-esteem wasn’t 100% (for his whole life actually) so i doubt he would let anyone in his room. also, his addiction to medication was also at the beggining. he was working so much as you can see. wait a minute. i have to eat my breakfast.
back at it.
about sleeping with children in the same bed in other occasions:
with the allegations made firstly in 1993, michael had to explain himself about every situation envolving himself and kids around him. he wasn’t a men of interviews, but on the topic, michael always said he never was alone with little boys in a bedroom. there always was someone when he did watch movies with his friends, including liz taylor, in any room (neverland had a whole movie theater there) and if falling asleep was the case, he mostly laid down on the floor. and he didn’t sleep a lot either. he couldn’t.
about sharing a bed tho, it happened! i’m not saying this never happened, brett barnes said it happened, in opposite sides, no touching. it happened, yes, and this is something not common between you and someone that isn’t your own kid. but it doesn’t mean that michael took off his clothes and had sex with a minor. not only a minor, but small boys. when someone is accused of pedophilia this is obviously a red flag, but those red flags were investigated by the FBI and local police (LAPD). if michael did it with a little boy, his DNA, sperm, skin would be all over them. the abuse would be clear. a kid doesn’t have body structure to handle abuse and heal fast enough. those are little kids. the brain development and body development aren’t enough to hide such a thing. if michael did it, he would be arrested FOR LIFE. oh yes he would. because no one besides his fans were there for him when shit got bad. people wanted his head in a plate with a tomato in his mouth.
on a side note i don’t know why people think michael was someone that always had time to keep little boys around him and sleeping around with them...........he worked his ass off EVERY SINGLE YEAR OF HIS ACTIVE CAREER LIFE. years and years on tour, no privacy, no free time, no real friends, no real family, no one.........
2. The vast majority of “special friends” were pre-pubescent boys, who Jackson dumped once they hit puberty. Joy Robson testified to this in 2005, saying that she told June Chandler this would happen to her son as well. Joy Robson admitted in court that the dumping had a serious mental effect on the boys, as they were no longer the favourite.
this is the biggest lie ever. i can’t even. about “the vast majority of michael’s friends being pre-pubescent boys” i won’t even post pictures of him and little girls because this is actually.........sick.............you are just a google search away... don’t be a lazy bitch.
this dumping thing is so sad to read because it portraits kids as literal objects. and this is actually a lie too. michael mantained contact with people for years, like macaulay, the cascio family (including all the kids), omer, his nephews, tata vega..... so many people, so many children. the female-chandler had jordan and his sister as kids, and in the years that michael related with them he was at family barbecues with the chandlers (and the press even called them his new family) because he was always around EVERYONE. 
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the 2005 trial was the only one actually dumped in all of this because there was no evidence against michael. and 2005 is actually a really important year for all of us, because it was the year of the innocent veredict. and wade robson was a witness in this trial. ON MICHAEL’S FAVOUR. if joy robson warned june about this in this trial WHY WOULD HER KID TESTIFY IN A ALLEGED PEDOPHILE’S SIDE?????????? 
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this makes no sense. and also, the clownery was way too much. in the book “untouchable” by randall sullivan (i do not know if this is the english title because i am brazilian and here this is the title for the book, i just translated it. but you can find it everywhere) the author describes how the prosecution tried too hard to accuse michael. they were always catching “witnesses” - even a man that said michael molested him in the 80′s, but when asked about the dates, time, what happened, the court found michael wasn’t even in the place the man said he was at the time. but they demanded michael to testify on court anyway - to talk about a child he never met in a day he was at a event - with pictures and shit. a solid alibi. it was ignored. the witch hunt was big and they were ready to put michael in handcuffs WHENEVER THEY COULD. they just needed something. and this something never came.
if you are good enough to get all “your evidence” together, don’t be lazy to check facts. as i said before, it’s a google search away. 
about joy robson, this bitch is bipolar or.. idk. because she was thriving in 2013 liking posts about michael and how good he was.
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2013 was also the year wade filled his allegations against michael. because wade realized that michael actually did the wrong to him in 2012. before that, as a grown ass man, in the ‘05 trial, he didn’t. but in 2012 oh boy we are here just realizing things.
in 2009, michael’s passing, the estate released the michael jackson opus, a big book of memories and good stuff. wade was there too and made a beautiful statement, as follows:
“Michael Jackson changed the world and, more personally, my life forever. He is the reason I dance, the reason I make music, and one of the main reasons I believe in the pure goodness of human kind.”
and after that, wade wanted to be on charge of all the tributes related to michael in tv shows and awards. that’s pretty big right......to work in the name of your “abuser”.......
now you answer me: how did joy robson warned june chandler about anything if she, herself, said that wade didn’t show a single sign that he was abused by michael? she even said michael coached him to be “a master of deception” and that “wade should have won an oscar for lying that good for her” on court (2013) and that she was lied to so good that she never believed anything.... but warned chandler’s mom about “dumping”? what dumping?
if wade was dumped and really sad about it.....why would he want to lead shit about michael after he died? if your molester died....you should cheer up....
just a side note: joy said in leaving neverland that when michael died she was so relieved and danced around BUT HOW IF HER SON JUST WROTE A WHOLE LOVE LETTER TO MICHAEL JACKSON IN HIS MEMORIAL
is it crack? is it? what you smoke? following up..
3. Michael Jackson’s “special friends” include: Emmanuel Lewis (Brooke Shields said in 1984 that it looked like the pop star was dating the boy, rather than her), Jonathan Spence (Jackson owned a naked photograph of him), James Safechuck, Brett Barnes (Jackson is on video pretending this boy is his cousin), Macaulay Culkin, Wade Robson, Jordan Chandler, Jason Francia, Arnold Schleiter, Sean Lennon (Mark Ronson said that Jackson watched pornography with both of them in a hotel room), Omer Bhatti (whom Jackson met in a Tunisian hotel, and pretended the boy was his son), David Martinez, Gavin Arvizo, Michael Jacobshagen, and his nephews (whom the police suspected him of molesting, and with whom he took an inappropriate photo shoot for Star Magazine).
“brooke shields said in 1984 that blahblagabal” when where WHERE bitch where
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i think people don’t actually answer your allegations because it is so DUMB that no one wants to waste their time with you. like......why am i doing this
i am just on #3 and i’m so tired because THERE IS NOTHING ABOUT IT are you wade robson in a fake account? just take off your mask
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why
if you have this brooke shields line please show me???? i would like to see it
michael didn’t meet omer in a tunisian hotel, he actually met him because he was in a contest for michael jackson impersonators.......and he loves him, and pia, his mom, is so grateful for everything michael done for their family WHY AM I RESPONDING TO THIS i am so frustrated 
4. Joy Robson also testified in 2005 that Jackson had called her up in the middle of the night in December 1993, asking that Wade Robson be brought to his bedroom. She admitted that she went back home, after leaving her son with Jackson. For context, Jackson was under investigation for child sexual abuse of Jordan Chandler at the time
she actually didn’t because she wasn’t a witness on court at the time. wade was. she wasn’t. as i showed before. next.
actually i’m tired because all of this is so dumb and i am wasting my time........ let’s just jump to the final shit.
We have good reason to believe that Jackson molested other boys not named above. For example, who was the boy whose semi-nude photograph was found inside Jackson’s bedroom in August 1993? 
they never found anything in ‘93 because if they did michael would be arrested...............
Who filed a Restraining Order against Jackson back in the 80′s, and who reported this to the FBI? 
no one filed a restraining order against michael back in 80′s. there is no such evidence. the fbi files are public and you can access them and read everything.
Who were the two Mexican boys that Jackson was accused of molesting back in 1985-1986?
michael didn’t have contact with any mexican people between ‘85 and ‘86 as i said before, in his year review, and in ‘85 he was never seen with any mexican boys because he was working in USA for africa, we are the world and captain EO. nothing michael did was away from the public eye. 
Who were the other boys that slept in Jackson’s bedroom, according to a security guard? Who were the boys/men whose DNA was found in semen stains on Jackson’s mattress in November 2003? Who was the “Rhonda” who sent Jackson a picture book of naked boys, because she said Jackson might like them? What did Norma Staikos know about Jackson’s predilection for pre-pubescent boys? Who was the boy that Darlene Craviotto saw Jackson alone with in 1991 (reported in her book)?
norma staikos was his personal assistant at the time and wade said she knew about “what was going on” and was someone that arranged all the “sexual meetings” as said on court right here, but this meeting mentioned by wade on court was actually arranged BY HIS OWN MOTHER! 
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and the book by darlene craviotto never mentioned anything sexual between michael and boys, actually it’s a kind book about how michael helped her with her agoraphobia................
WOW THAT WAS LONG AND I FEEL SO DUMB RIGHT NOW
the rest of your evidence isn’t worth the read or the research because i’m not the one who should be doing this, debora, it should be you. just google it. or show something more credible, maybe actual proof? pictures? videos? audiotapes? where are they?
why am i here tho?
fuck you bitch
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michaeljacksoncaptaineo · 4 years ago
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Today in History
On January 26, 1984, Michael Jackson's hair caught on fire while filming a Pepsi commercial.
UPI:
JAN. 28, 1984
Michael Jackson hospitalized after fireworks mishap on set of Pepsi commercial
ByJEFF HASEN
LOS ANGELES -- Superstar Michael Jackson, hospitalized with burns from fireworks that ignited his hair during filming of a commercial, was quietly discharged from a hospital Saturday against his doctor's recommendation.
Dr. Steve Hoefflin said he believed it was best for Jackson to stay at Brotman Memorial Hospital, but reluctantly agreed to his release at 12:30 p.m. PST (3:30 p.m. EST). Hours earlier, he had told reporters Jackson would be hospitalized 'for several days.'
'We recommended that Michael stay, but we determined this could be done as well out of the hospital as in the hospital,' Hoefflin said. 'Despite our recommendation, he felt he did want to be treated as an outpatient.
'He was quite happy. He felt better after a good night's sleep. He's in excellent health and was showing very rapid signs of recovery. He's very pleased it was not more of a severe burn.'
Hoefflin said he did not know where Jackson planned to go.
Jackson, 25, was dancing down a stairway at the Shrine Auditorium Friday night in a scene for a multi-million dollar Pepsi commercial when a special effects smoke bomb apparently misfired and set his pomade-slicked hair ablaze.
Nurse Pat Lavalas, the burn unit supervisor, said Jackson was in good spirits Saturday morning and he received many telephone calls, including get-well wishes from singers Teddy Pendergrass and Stephanie Mills.
'He left in good spirits and his condition is good,' she said. 'He didn't speak about the accident to us. He watched 'American Bandstand' this morning and people were getting his autograph.
He sang a Stephanie Mills song in the bathroom. He stayed in bed and opened telegrams, and he got a big kick out of one from a fan that said, 'I know you're hot, but this is ridiculous,'' the nurse said.
Just hours before Jackson's secretive departure, Hoefflin told reporters the singer was in satisfactory condition with second-degree burns and a small third-degree burn on the back of his head.
'He's in moderate pain, he's much more tired than we anticipated. He needs sleep at this time,' Hoefflin told reporters at a hospital news conference.
He said Jackson may require reconstructive surgery.
Jackson, the country's top singer, won seven American Music Awards earlier this month and picked up a record 12 Grammy nominations. Hoefflin said Jackson will be able to attend the Feb. 28 Grammy presentations at the Shrine 'if he feels up to it.'
A spokesman for Jackson said the singer requested that a tape of the accident be made public as soon as the film can be processed.
'Michael wants to make certain that his fans know exactly what happened,' Larry Larson told reporters at the hospital.
Asked if Jackson was contemplating a lawsuit, he said, 'There's no indication at this point.'
Hospital officials said the medical center had been inundated with thousands of phone calls since Jackson arrived and a spokesman pleaded with the public to stop calling, saying emergency calls could not get through.
The singer's 'Thriller' album topped the music charts last year, placing an unprecedented six singles -- including 'Billie Jean' and 'Beat It' -- in the top 10 and spawning several popular videos.
The accident Friday night occurred before a horrified audience of about 3,000 people who won tickets to the taping from a local radio station.
One witness told United Press International that Jackson removed his jacket without breaking stride and tried to put out the fire.
'There was supposed to be an explosion for his big entrance,' Daryoush Maze, 25, an extra in the cast, said. 'As he went off, an explosion went off and there was blue smoke all around his head and neck. There were no flames, just blue smoke from the stuff he had in his hair.
'It seemed like it was part of the show. He was doing it very professionally, still dancing. He's a good trouper.'
About a block from Jackson's boyhood home, nearly 1,000 people clad in their Sunday best jammed into a small, stuffy basketball gym to hear the candidate speak.
After a church choir sang a few hymns, Jackson's mother, wearing a deep blue dress and a 'Jackson in '84' button, triumphantly introduced her son to the throng.
Jackson took the stage and led the audience in his familiar 'I am somebody' chant.
'Our mission is justice at home and peace abroad,' he told the townspeople. 'I've watched the growth of this city and this state and I see the need for more growth.
'We have the need this day to have a spirit of redemption and reconciliation -- to rise above historic divisions that have stunted our growth. This is a period for us to beat our swords into plowshares.'
Jackson spoke of Greenville as once being the textile capital of the world, and noted the slump in the industry today that has put thousands out of work.
He called for an end to the 'dislocation of the textile industry.'
'This generation must realize when a plant closes, it closes without notice. Men cannot feed their families; mothers cannot nourish their children. That kind of reckless economic conduct must challenge us to open a new economic order.'
Jackson also visited a small bar that sponsors a softball team Jackson played on during the 1960s.
The presidential hopeful was the team's starting first baseman.
'He's a long-ball hitter,' said Charles Chiles, a patron of the establishment who remembers Jackson's days on the softball field.
Jackson also climbed onto the fender of a brown Cadillac parked near the bar during the afternoon and urged about 200 onlookers to register to vote.
'You can help me and you can help yourself,' he said. 'If we register to vote our children will not have to grow up as we did. They can get jobs. They can develop and grow.
'We can not only hang around on the corner, we can own the corner.'
Moonwalk book page 235-238:
Later one of the doctors told me that it was a miracle I was alive. One of the firemen had mentioned that in most cases your clothes catch on fire in which case the whole face can be disfigured or you can die. That’s it. I third-degree burns On the back of my head that’s Almost went through to my skull, so we had a lot of the problems with it, But I was very lucky.
What we now know is that the incident created a lot of publicity for the commercial. They sold more Pepsi than ever before. And they came back to me later and offered me the biggest commercial endorsement Fee in history. It was so unprecedented But it went into The Guinness Book of World Records. Pepsi and I worked together on another Commercial called” The Kid”, And I gave them problems by limiting the shots of me because I felt the shots they were asking for didn’t work well. Later, when the commercial was a success, he told me I had been right.
I still remember how scared those Pepsi excuses looked the night of the fire. They thought that my getting burned would leave a bad taste in the mouth every kid in America who drank Pepsi. They knew I could have sued him and I could have. But I was real nice about it. Real nice. They gave me $1,500,000 Which I immediately donated to the Michael Jackson Burn Center. I wanted to do something because I was so moved By the other burn patient I met while I was in the hospital.
“ I have a plan to spend most of 1984 working on some movie ideas we had, But those plans got sidetracked. First, in January, I Was burned On the set of a Pepsi commercial I was shooting with my brothers.
The reason for the fire stupidity, pure and simple. We were shooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.
Then Bob Giraldi, the director, Came to me and said, “ Michael, you are going down too early. We want To see you up there, up on the stairs. When the lights come on, we want to reveal that you’re there, so wait”
So I waited, the bombs went off on either side of my head, and the sparks set My hair on fire. I was dancing down the ramp and turning around, spinning not knowing I was on fire. Suddenly I filled my hands reflexively going to my head In an attempt to smother the flames. Are you feeling down and just tried to shake the Flames out. Jermaine Turned around and saw me on the ground, Just after the explosions had gone off, and he thought I was shot be someone In the crowd — ‏because we were shooting In front of a big audience. That what I looked like to him.
Miko Brando , Who works for me, was the first person to reach me. After that, it was clhaos. It was crazy. No for me could probably capture The drama of what went on That night. The crowd was screaming. Someone shouted, “ Get some ice! “ There were fantic running sounds. People were yelling,” Oh no!”. The emergency truck came up And before they Put me in Isow the Pepsi excutives huddled together in a corner, looking terrified. I remember the medical people putting me on a cot And the guys from Pepsi were so scared They couldn’t
even bring themselves to check on me.
Meanwhile, I was kind of detached, despite the terrible pain, I was watching all the drama unfold. Later they told me, I was in shock, but I remember enjoying the ride to the hospital because I never thought I’d ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do when I was growing up. We got there, They told me there news crews Outside, so I asked for my glove. There’s a famous shot one waving from the stretcher with my glove on. hooting tonight and I Wassupposed To come down a staircase yes magnesium flash bombs Going off on either side of me and just behind me. It seemed so simple. I wanted to walk down the stairs and these bombs Would blow up. We did several takes that were wonderfully timed. The lighting effects from the bombs were great. Only later did I find out that these bombs Were only two feet away from either side of my head, which was a total Disregard of the safety regulations. I was supposed to stand in the middle of a magnesium explosion, two feet on either side.
Then Bob Giraldi, the director, Came to me and said, “ Michael, you are going down too early. We want To see you up there, up on the stairs. When the lights come on, we want to reveal that you’re there, so wait”
So I waited, the bombs went off on either side of my head, and the sparks set My hair on fire. I was dancing down the ramp and turning around, spinning not knowing I was on fire. Suddenly I filled my hands reflexively going to my head In an attempt to smother the flames. Are you feeling down and just tried to shake the Flames out. Jermaine Turned around and saw me on the ground, Just after the explosions had gone off, and he thought I was shot be someone In the crowd — ‏because we were shooting In front of a big audience. That what I looked like to him.
Miko Brando , Who works for me, was the first person to reach me. After that, it was clhaos. It was crazy. No for me could probably capture The drama of what went on That night. The crowd was screaming. Someone shouted, “ Get some ice! “ There were fantic running sounds. People were yelling,” Oh no!”. The emergency truck came up And before they Put me in Isow the Pepsi excutives huddled together in a corner, looking terrified. I remember the medical people putting me on a cot And the guys from Pepsi were so scared They couldn’t
even bring themselves to check on me.
Meanwhile, I was kind of detached, despite the terrible pain, I was watching all the drama unfold. Later they told me, I was in shock, but I remember enjoying the ride to the hospital because I never thought I’d ride in an ambulance with the sirens wailing. It was one of those things I had always wanted to do when I was growing up. We got there, They told me there news crews Outside, so I asked for my glove. There’s a famous shot one waving from the stretcher with my glove on.
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What You Mean to Me Pt3
A/N: Hey dudes and dudettes! Whew! You guys would not BELIEVE the blood, sweat and tears that I have put into this chapter all for you guys! The readers! My followers! All of you amazing people! You guys are the reason I write like a mad woman and I appreciate every like, comment, reblog...really from the bottom of my heart thank you thank you thank you!
I hope this chapter was worth the wait and I really REALLY wanna know what you guys think about it because, no lie, I have worked for two days straight on this and even lost a night’s sleep over it.
But that all being said please enjoy and stay tuned for part 4! Things are gonna really get cookin’! ;)
As always stay excellent and breathtaking and be excellent to each other!
-Love, Deidra
WARNING: SMUT!! DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18!
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A pick-up truck filled with high school kids, including the cargo bed, slammed into the Prestons’ mailbox sending it flying across the yard the next night as it pulled into Bill’s driveway, his party already in full swing and obviously going strong.
Pump It by the Black-Eyed Peas was blasting from inside Bill’s home but it was so loud the music could be heard all over the neighborhood…perhaps even further.
Teens hung out in the yard and on the front porch, red cups in hand as they danced, talked, smoked, and/or made out.
River hopped out of the cargo bed and smiled as he took his girlfriend Ashley’s hand, helping her into the yard.
Once she was out of the truck, River smiled and placed a loving, gentle kiss on her cheek as well as the back of her hand.
That night, Ashley’s outfit consisted of a black top that read Caffeine Queen in bold white letters, pale blue jean shorts, and black Converse shoes along with a dark green jacket which she sported around her waist thanks to the hot, wet, night air.
Ashley’s shoulder length, bleach blonde hair hung loose, dark blood-red lipstick on her mouth and just as dark eye shadow around her gray, yet sometimes green, eyes.
Of course, it didn’t matter what she looked like.
River always thought Ashley was beautiful.
“You look great tonight”, he complimented her with a smile.
Ashley saw her boyfriend’s lips moving but she couldn’t make out what he was saying due to the loud, vibrating music.
“What?!” she cried, moving her head closer so she could hear him.
“I said you look great!” River repeated a bit louder in her ear.
Smiling, Ashley turned her head and kissed River’s lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.
River kissed her back, smiling into the kiss as he ran his fingers through her soft hair.
After another moment, River slowly broke the kiss and took Ashley’s hand, entwining her fingers with his as they opened the front door, music hitting them like an on-coming speeding train and the ground beneath them shaking and vibrating due to the massive bass of the stereo.
Loud cheers, whistles and yelling could be heard from all angles, the whole downstairs area of the house dark except for the rotating 9-color crystal ball filling the dark rooms with neon colors.
River and Ashley scanned the enormous crowd of San Dimas High students for their friends, River smiling and pointing out Bill, Deidra, and Ted center stage with their instruments, adding extra sound to the song.
Ashley and River moved further into the crowd to get a better look at their friends’ performance.
A/N: I recommend listening to 2:20-2:31 of this song https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PvlaZBxY6i0 )
Bill hit a few cords on his guitar before moving closer to Ted’s microphone, his best friend playing a sick guitar riff.
“Damn”, Bill sang into Ted’s microphone before slightly moving his head away.
“Damn”, Ted and Deidra chanted, Deidra having her own microphone attached to her drum set.
“Damn”, Bill sang again, a hot, seductive look on his face as he bent his knees a bit lower.
He had spotted Emily in the crowd and had his eyes locked on her.
“Damn”, Ted and Deidra echoed.
“Damn!” Bill breathed, bending a little lower, his heart pounding in his chest not just from the song’s energy but from the sight of the girl who held a special place in his heart.
He could put his feelings for her in one word at that very moment:
“Damn!” Ted turned his head and gave Deidra a look as if to indicate to her what Bill was trying to do.
“Damn!” Bill was now on his knees, gripping the guitar neck so hard his knuckles were turning white under his black leather fingerless gloves.
“Damn!” Deidra and Ted chanted for the final time, knowing smiles on both their faces as they watched their friend.
“Damn!!” Bill cried in song; his eyes squeezed shut as he leaned his head forward until it was touching the hard-wood ground.
His feelings for Emily had become far too much for him to handle at this point.
Deidra and Ted eyed Bill with slight concern until their friend found his way upright again, taking his place beside Ted.
As soon as the song was over, the sound of applause, whistles and cheers didn’t even seem to faze Bill.
He didn’t think he could get his guitar strap off fast enough before running off the stage he and Ted had set up hours before and disappearing in the crowd; only to reappear, his friends would find out soon enough, at the large refreshment table at the very far end of the room.
“Dude!” Bill heard Ted cry as he, Deidra, River, and Ashley ran up to him. “That kicked serious ass!”
Ted’s goofy smile slowly faded when he realized that Bill was not smiling back.
Instead, he was breathing hard, sweat pouring down his face, a hard, determined, and some-what angry look on his face as well, his eyes shining.
“Bill?” River asked, a bit nervous.
He had never seen his friend look like this before.
“Are you ok?”
Instead of answering River, Bill downed the cup of Pepsi he had just poured himself before throwing it across the room, his eyes never leaving his friends.
“I can’t take this anymore!” he cried, his hands gripping his blonde curls. “I’ve gotta tell her how I feel! Tonight!”
“Tell who what?” came a familiar female voice, causing the hair on Bill’s neck to stand straight up.
Emily walked up and stood in between her brother and Ted, giving Bill a curious smile.
Emily was sporting a white tank top with two black palm trees on either side, dark blue jean shorts, black sneakers, and a black beanie with the words Bad Hair Day on the bottom in white letters.
Her long blonde hair hung loose down her back with aqua blue highlights on the tips.
Suddenly, Bill felt lightheaded and dizzy.
He could hear his heart pounding in his chest so hard and so loud that he placed a hand over it, in case of the illogical event that it was to fly out of his chest.
A sudden sense of queasiness hit the teen’s stomach as well, the soda inside not helping matters much.
“Bill?” Ted questioned.
Even in bright, color changing neon lights, he could see Bill’s face getting paler by the minute.
“Are you alright, dude?” Ted tried again.
Breathing even harder, Bill wanted to say something but instead all he did was run off, heading for the downstairs bathroom.
Ted followed close behind him, hearing the bathroom door slam shut.
Feeling concerned, Ted pressed his ear against the door only to hear his best friend’s heavy breathing.
After hearing Bill gag a few times, Ted cringed and squeezed his eyes shut, his teeth clenched as he listened to Bill getting sick on the other side of the door.
A few minutes later, Ted heard the toilet flush followed by the door opening and Bill walking out, a small bottle of mouthwash in his hand, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand.
“You okay, Man?” Ted wanted to know, placing a comforting hand on Bill’s shoulder.
Bill nodded before putting the open bottle of mouthwash to his lips, swishing the mint blue, germ-killing liquid in his mouth several times before spitting it out on the ground.
“Yeah”, Bill breathed with a sigh. “I-I’m fine dude…really.”
Ted smiled, wrapping an arm around his best friend’s shoulder as Bill continued to look at the floor.
“You really like her, huh?”
At the question, Bill’s head shot up, making eye contact with Ted.
The two were so close that sometimes they didn’t even need words to understand each other.
After a few moments of just solid eye contact, Ted’s smile grew wider causing a smile to form its way across Bill’s face.
“Excellent!” the duo cried out before doing their guitar move again.
“I’ve never felt this way before, Ted”, Bill confided in his best friend as they walked back into the living room.
“When I see Emily a-and think about her I…I just feel happy! Li-like I’m floating on air or something!” Bill’s voice grew a bit more excited with every passing word.
“You’re in love, dude!” Ted cried, happy for his best friend.
Bill didn’t think he could smile any wider, but he did.
“Yeah”, he agreed. “I-I guess I am!”
The duo soon spotted Ashley and River in their own little space dancing together to Michael Jackson’s P.Y.T, Emily dancing with Deidra nearby.
Bill watched as the girl he adored hung her head low, her long hair covering her face only for her to throw her head back, her hair falling perfectly back into place only in Bill’s eyes this happened in a slow, perfect motion.
His breath caught in his throat as he watched a smile form on Emily’s face as she slowly opened her eyes halfway, looking right at him.
Bill was so lost in his trance that he didn’t even notice that Ted was shaking his shoulder extra hard in order to get his attention.
“Huh?” Bill asked, feeling the same way he did when he was asleep in class and his teacher called on him. “What?”
“You’re drooling”, Ted laughed, pointing out the drool dripping off Bill’s chin and onto the floor.
Bill was thankful for the red neon light hitting his face at that moment because it masked the color of his face perfectly.
“Dude, you remind me of my uncle’s dog!” Ted laughed even harder as Bill wiped the now coagulating drool off his chin.
“Shut up, Ted!” Bill snapped, laughing a little despite himself.
It was after midnight and Bill’s party hadn’t died down in the slightest.
In fact, it was doing the opposite.
Lil Jon’s Outta Your Mind shook the whole house, the entire party looking and feeling as if it were now split in two halves, watching as students took turns dancing; some just dancing to show off their moves, some dancing seductively to impress the hot/popular kids, others twerking, and some even exposing themselves to the various groups of drunks around them.
Sometime during the party when Bill’s head was turned, all the sodas had been spiked with some of the best white wine San Dimas had to offer.
No one in Bill’s group of friends seemed to notice the slight change of taste to their drinks…and it seems like they didn’t even give a fuck themselves.
Deidra poured herself another cup of Sprite, this being her 10th cup of the night.
Placing a hand on her head to steady herself, Deidra turned, the room spinning in all directions around her as she took a long drink from her cup before taking a few stumbling steps.
Emily, who was a little tipsy herself, reached out and grabbed her friend’s arm as she saw her walk by.
“Dee”, Emily said, concern in her voice. “I think you should go upstairs and lie down. You’re really drunk, babe.”
As if her friend’s words went in one ear and out the other, Deidra harshly pulled her arm out of Emily’s grasp.
“Who the hell do you think you are?” she slurred loudly. “My fucking mother or somethin’?”
She threw her head back and downed the rest of her drink before standing back upright and throwing the empty cup as far as she could.
Deidra stumbled to the empty stage, the microphone making a loud, vibrating, whining sound as she griped in tightly in her hand, struggling to keep her balance.
Emily watched sadly as some students around her laughed at her best friend, and some, Emily noticed, pulling out their phones to record her.
“Attention ladies and gentle-dudes!” Deidra announced into the microphone after someone had cut the music off.
She now held the whole party’s full attention.
‘No good can come from this’, Emily thought to herself sadly, feeling hopeless and defenseless in her friend’s situation.
“I would like…to…s-sing a little song I-that I wrote just for this-o-occasion”, Deidra slurred before bowing her head and taking a deep breath.
She lifted her head up and stifled a burp that was wanting to come up, knowing she would throw up right there on that stage if she did.
Some student’s laughs could be heard at the sound as Deidra took another deep breath.
“Hear that lonesome whippoorwill”, Deidra sang in a loud, tone-deaf, southern accent.
“He sounds too blue to fly!”
Tears filled her eyes.
“And as I wonder where you are-“she sang louder before pausing to point at a male teen randomly.
“I’m talkin’ to you Jeremy!” she cried, sending daggers in the confused teen’s direction.
“I'm so lonesome I… could cry!”
Deidra barely got the word cry out before gripping the microphone so hard it whined again causing a lot of students to laugh even harder, some laughing so hard they fell to the floor, holding their stomachs, while others covered their ears trying to block the noise.
“Why would you leave me in that fucking rodeo?!” Deidra sobbed as she screamed.
Emily had had enough as she felt River gently touch her arm.
She turned her head to see her brother giving her a look that said, ‘Help her.”
Emily nodded before pushing past the crowd of hysterical party guests and running onto the stage, gently wrapping an arm around Deidra’s waist.
“C’mon Dee”, Emily softly said in her friend’s ear as she led her off the stage. “It’s ok now.”
“E-Emily”, Deidra breathed. “I-I don’t feel so good.”
Emily didn’t have time to react before Deidra bowed her head again and threw up where she stood, the students all around her jumping back to avoid being hit, a few girls screaming in disgust as the vomit splashed onto them.
“Heh”, River laughed softly from his spot beside Ashley who had her mouth covered with her hand in surprise. “Serves ‘em right.”
River, along with Ashley, Bill, and Ted eyed Deidra with concern as Emily walked over to the group, almost having to carry her friend herself.
“Bill”, Emily said, her voice filled with concern, “can Deidra lie down in your room?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Bill nodded.
“Of course, babe”, he replied.
Without thinking, Emily leaned over and kissed Bill on the cheek before helping Deidra upstairs and into Bill’s bedroom.
Downstairs, Bill’s jaw dropped, his hand on the cheek Emily kissed.
He slowly looked at Ted who was giving him a large, goofy grin, his own eyes as big as plates.
“EXCELLENT!!” the boys screamed in unison before doing their air guitar move for the third time that night.
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Everything was returning to normal now as the music blasted again, most of the party guests barely remembering that anything happened.
Except Ted, it seemed.
He sat in a large circle of his classmates in Bill’s living room, ready for a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven.
Bill smirked as he came back from the kitchen with an empty root beer bottle.
He sat it in the exact middle of the circle before taking his place beside Ted.
“Okay, you guys know the rules!” he announced enthusiastically. “Someone spins the bottle and whichever lucky person it lands on gets to go into my parents’ room and do whatever they want for 7 whole minutes!”
“Or longer!” one of the football players cried out before letting out a loud cheer and slamming his fists in the air, earning him whistles and applause.
Ted slowly stood up from the circle, all eyes on him.
“Hey, where are you goin’, dude?” Bill asked. “Aren’t you gonna play?”
“You guys go on without me”, Ted replied. “I’m gonna go check on Deidra.”
That comment earned him a series of ‘Ooooohhhh’s from the circle but Ted ignored them.
Upstairs in Bill’s room, Deidra lay on Bill’s bed, rubbing her still queasy stomach.
Her head throbbed with pain and the music downstairs wasn’t helping matters any.
The room spun around her as she carefully turned her head at the sound of Bill’s bedroom door opening.
“Dee?” Ted’s voice said quietly as he carefully walked in the room and shut the door. “You ok, Dudette?”
Deidra groaned a little, seeing two of Ted as he spun around her in circles.
Ted sat on the edge of Bill’s bed, a concerned look on his face as he stroked his friend’s forehead.
“Ted?” Deidra said softly, still a little drunk, his touch filling good to her. “W-Would you hold me?”
Ted looked a little surprised by the question, taking a moment to take in what his friend said to him.
Finally, he gave her a tiny smile and nodded.
“Sure”, he replied, scooting closer on the bed and lying down beside her.
Deidra’s head was killing her as she slowly scooted closer to Ted, but it was worth it when she felt her pounding head on his chest.
Ted gently wrapped an arm around Deidra’s waist, being careful of her upset stomach.
Without saying a word, he gently lifted Deidra’s t-shirt a bit and began rubbing soft, careful circles on her belly.
She flinched a little at his cold his hand was.
“You ok?” Ted asked, feeling her tense up beneath his hand.
“Yeah”, Deidra replied softly. “It’s just that….”
She smiled a little. “Your hands are cold.”
Ted chuckled, giving her his cute, crooked smile. “Sorry, babe”, he apologized.
Deidra could only smile back as she felt her entire body relax.
“Ted?” she said after a few minutes of silence as he continued to rub her tummy.
“Mmm-hmm?” Ted replied.
Deidra blushed, her heart pounding again as she tried to find the words.
She stared into Ted’s beautiful brown eyes, wanting so badly to move the stray piece of dark hair that hung in his face.
“I…I…well…I-“she leaned up slightly, gently moving the loose piece of hair behind Ted’s ear before gently cupping his cheek with her hand.
“I love you, Ted”, she admitted softly, combing her fingers through his soft, dark hair. “I love you so much.”
Ted remained silent for a few moments, making Deidra feel like she was going to be sick again.
What if he doesn’t feel the same way? she thought.
What if he laughs in my face?
Dedra fought her hardest to keep the tears that were wanting to show back, every second of silence making her feel worse and worse.
Finally, Ted smiled genuinely, the fear in his eyes softening slightly, as he lowered his lips to hers.
Ted lifted her eyes to see his and without a word he lowered his lips on to hers again.
It was sweet, gentle...a touch that Deidra had craved for years now, soon her hands began to explore his body.
She felt his tight arms and broad shoulders and ran her hands down his back.
Deidra pulled his shirt off and drew planes on his chest and lowered her hand down to his pants.
She was surprised to have them so tight and then she blushed scarlet red when she realized what was happening.
Not wanting to chicken out now, Deidra pulled them down leaving Ted in nothing but his underwear.
Ted blushed too when Deidra took his pants off and held himself up over her to try and get them off all the way.
Ted's rough hands stroked Deidra's stomach and his hand went up on her body.
He began to lift her shirt over her head, and she froze.
The self-conscious feeling was creeping up again as she thought about her naked body in front of his eyes.
Ted must have picked up on her thoughts because he started to kiss her stomach and then moved his way up her body until he had finally worked her shirt over her head.
Deidra lay there and didn't meet his eyes.
"Deidra, you look beautiful." Ted assured her and began to cover her body with kisses again.
He worked up her body and down and she sighed in pleasure and delight was his lips raked against her skin.
Ted pulled her pants down and off with little trouble and soon was over her again.
He looked her very point in the eyes until she would meet his stare.
"Are you sure you want to do this? Just so you know I've never done anything like this before and I don't really know what to expect." Ted blushed slightly at the end and looked down.
Deidra was so nervous and scared she didn't want to speak in fear that her voice would shake and give me away.
Instead in response she took off her bra and pulled her underwear down and off all the way.
Then she was just there, she had become totally vulnerable and open to him.
Deidra bared all and she was relived.
Ted's eyes looked over her whole body and while Deidra wanted to hide she fought it because the look in his eyes made her feel like she was worth something.
He looked at her like he was looking at the most precious thing in all of San Dimas.
Slowly and awkwardly Ted pulled his underwear down.
Deidra let out a small gasp when she saw his manhood.
This was a whole new side of him.
Slowly Ted positioned himself over Deidra and her entrance.
Her body had a strange reaction while she waited for him and suddenly, she couldn't wait anymore.
Deidra grabbed Ted around his neck and pulled him down on her, he guided himself inside and she let out a sharp gasp as he penetrated her for the first time ever.
The tearing was almost too much and tears began to fill her eyes.
This is not what she thought it would be.
Ted looked at Deidra's face and quickly jumped off her.
"Deidra! I'm so sorry babe, I didn't mean to hurt you, God I'm such an idiot!" He brushed her hair back from her head and apologized repeatedly.
"Ted, stop. It's ok. I knew it would hurt at first, please. Can we try again?"
Deidra had heard girls talk about the brief pain and then the wonderful sensation afterwards and if this small pinch was all it took to make Ted wholly hers then she would tough it up.
This wouldn't last long.
Ted reluctantly got back on the bed and positioned himself over Deidra again.
She could tell he was about to rethink it again so before he could talk, she pulled him down on her and crushed her lips on his.
Deidra moved her hips to meet him and he was inside of her again.
This time it didn't hurt so badly, and she could feel the warmth beginning to rise inside her.
Ted took a few short thrusts at her until he finally found a rhythm to keep and he slowly pulled his head back up, he used both arms to steady himself and Deidra pulled her legs around his waist and anchor herself onto him.
Consequently, this did wonderful things to her insides and it felt even better.
Deidra could feel Ted losing himself in her and soon all kissing stopped.
He thrust again and again, and she felt a tingle inside her work its way down until she erupted in euphoria.
Ted collapsed on Deidra a second later and she laughed at his exhausted features.
He had a thin sheet of sweat on him and his back felt clammy.
Deidra knew she felt the same way and she loved it.
They laid next to each other until Deidra couldn't handle to separation anymore.
She half climbed on him, so they were closer and laid her head on his chest.
Deidra felt her head move up and down with his rapid breathing and closed her eyes.
This is what she's needed.
For the first time in a long time Deidra felt safe and whole as she dozed off in bliss.
She and Ted stayed wrapped up in each other that night with their naked bodies intertwined.
~~
Meanwhile downstairs, it was Bill’s turn to spin the bottle.
He spotted Emily sitting directly across from him and she noticed him, giving him a kind smile.
Bill felt his heart pound faster as he said a silent prayer before spinning the bottle as best he could.
‘Emily, Emily, Emily please Emily!!’ Bill prayed in his head; eyes squeezed shut.
A series of more ‘Oooohhhs’ filled the circle, causing Bill to open his eyes in dread…
…only to find the tip of the bottle pointed at Emily.
Inside, Bill was on Cloud 9 but there was no way he was going to let that show on the outside.
Instead, he slowly stood and, heart like a jackhammer, held out his hand.
Emily returned Bill’s shy smile as she took his hand, following him to the nearby closet, wolf whistles and cheers following them.
It was quiet for a few moments as Bill and Emily stood in the solid darkness in utter silence until Bill was startled by Emily’s angelic voice in the dead air.
"Bill?" She asked softly, almost reluctantly.
"Um," Was his soft reply.
"How… how do you feel about me?" He heard the true need behind the question.
The need of the truth and love.
"Emily, I… I…" He paused and took a deep breath. "I love you."
Her head shot up, her eyes were wide as saucers.
"Y-you love me?" She stuttered.
"Emily, I don't care if you don't feel the same way. I just wanna b-"
He was cut off by Emily slamming her lips onto his.
The kiss was passionate yet soft and hesitant.
It was also short.
Emily pulled back unwantingly and to Bill's dismay.
"How could I not love you, you moron?" She demanded more than asked.
Bill was too stunned to answer.
Emily really loved him.
"How could I not love a goddess like you?" Bill chuckled when Emily blushed before kissing him again.
This time Bill wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her onto his lap, so she was straddling him.
She felt his lips move across her cheek to her ear, where he nibbled on her ear lobe causing her to moan.
"Emily," He whispered into her ear.
"Hmm?" She sighed/moaned, bending her head against his shoulder, closing her eyes.
"Did you really mean that you want to leave school as a virgin?" He asked moving his mouth away from her ear.
"I would rather than sleep with every guy I can." She lifted her head and stared into Bill's green eyes. "But if there was just one guy I could love and count on, then no." Emily smirked.
"Really?" Bill raised his eyebrows. "Is there any chance that guy is me?"
"No." Emily simply said.
She laughed at the shocked look on his face.
"There is no chance because it is you." She kissed him. "And I want my first time to be with you."
"Same with me." Bill said picking her up and he started to walk to the stairs, Emily behind him.
When they got to his parents' room Bill kicked the door shut behind him and placed Emily on the bed.
But instead of joining her, he stepped back to admire her just sitting on the bed.
"What?" She asked with a smile.
"Nothing." Bill walked up to Emily and traced the contours of her face with is hand.
His warm breath tickled her neck making her spine tingle.
"Emily…" He said lovingly. Bill pushed her softly against the bed with his hand supporting her neck.
He pressed his body against hers with his head buried in her shoulder.
He phased her shirt and bra off to reveal her pale skin and threw them across the room.
Bill gently nipped her collarbone, earning himself a gasp.
He smirked against her skin.
He pulled himself up to look at her.
The way her skin shimmered in the moon light coming through the window and the shine in her blue eyes made her look like a goddess.
Having Bill look at her with such intense eyes made her shiver all over her body.
Emily could feel his eyes scan her body, carefully taking in the view of her exposed chest.
Her hands wanted to cover herself, but they couldn't.
Bill's strong arms held them firmly above her head.
Bill dipped his head down and licked her earlobe, making his princess twitch.
His lips trailed down the side of her face leaving a trail of fresh kisses.
Finally, his lips made it to hers.
When they were right above hers, he crashed them down with hunger.
Bill begged for entrance as his tongue liked her bottom lip.
The woman under him moaned into the passionate kiss, leaving an opening.
With his first chance, his tongue darted in deepening the kiss.
Their tongues soon began to fight for dominance.
After a while they broke apart to catch their breaths.
One of Bill's hands let loose of Emily's arm as it traveled down.
He heard Emily moan silently as his fingers played with one of her peaks.
His head slowly crept down to take in the other peak into his mouth.
His tongue swiveled it around making her moan louder.
Then he began to suck on it making her make more erotic sounding noises.
It excited him, making him nip her hardened peaks.
After a while, his other hand traveled down to her round hips.
Bill phased her shorts and underwear off at once and threw them to join her shirt and bra on the floor.
He used his hand to push her against his hardened manhood showing her his need.
Emily felt it poke her thigh roughly.
When she looked down, she saw a massive bulge growing.
When Bill nipped her peaks again, she arched her back into his body.
Bill's mouth left her breast as it traveled back up to her face.
He kissed her again but this time much softer.
He felt two arms snake around his neck deepening the kiss.
He also felt one of her shapely legs wrap around his waist.
Bill soon felt her grab at his shirt and Emily threw it across the room to join her clothes.
Bill used one arm to prop himself up and the one placed on her waist began to travel somewhere else.
He soon found her entrance that was dripping with her sweet nectar.
Emily felt a great wave of pleasure emit through her body as something entered her maiden hood.
She realized it was Bill's fingers slowly pumping in and out of her.
Her fingers dug into his back as she arched her body into his again.
Then she felt him shove in another finger.
A moan escaped her lips making him enter another one.
"Ahhh…" She said loud enough to drive him mad.
Bill's pace picked up as soon as he heard her moan out in ecstasy.
He felt her body grind into his hand in unison.
He kissed her as she moaned into his mouth.
He could feel her about to reach her climax.
As she drew nearer, he lowered his head until he was in-between her legs.
Bill quickly retracted his fingers and replaced it with his mouth.
He began to kiss it making her scream out his name in pleasure.
"Bill… ahhh!" She screamed as she felt a wet tongue enter her and swirl around.
Her body arched a final time before sinking back into the bed with a final sigh.
A rush of fluids exited her core as he lapped it up.
She tasted like honey; how would she feel?
Bill removed his pants and underwear, revealing his throbbing manhood.
He placed himself right above her with both arms placed at the side of her head supporting him.
He lowered his body until his manhood was placed at the entrance of her womanhood.
Before Bill entered her, he kissed her with passion.
He pushed himself inside of her with all his self-control he had left.
When he came to her barrier Bill broke the kiss and looked at her.
When Emily nodded, he kissed her again and broke through her barrier.
When he was completely rested inside of her, he broke the kiss to look at her.
When Bill saw the pain on her face, he closed his eyes and cursed himself for hurting her.
When he felt her arms re-wrap themselves around his neck, he opened his eyes and saw her smile up at him.
"It's okay, Bill." She whispered and he started to rock his hips.
When he pulled himself halfway out, he pushed his self-back in.
As his pace began to pick up, he felt Emily join him in a rhythmic pattern.
Bill growled as he could feel his partner about to reach her climax for the second time that night.
He had her moaning once again.
"Ahhh… it feels so good," She moaned into his ear. "Ahhhhh!" She screamed as her walls tightened around his shaft.
Bill soon followed her as he reached his peak.
His body lightly collapsed onto hers.
Both of their sweat mixed together as they embraced each other.
"Emily", Bill panted before kissing her forehead.
"Yes, Bill?" Emily panted, her blue eyes shining.
"W-Will you be my princess?" Bill breathed as he moved an aqua blue strip of hair from his beloved’s eyes.
Emily smiled and, as if answering his question, she kissed his lips tenderly, Bill cupping the side of her face with his hand.
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