#ronnie is such a funny guy actually

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

Okay. I know this blog is all for women’s wrongs, and I think Foxglove is a fantastic character. But please tell me more about Ronnie and his wife.

LMAO dw Ronnie is Also committing Lesbian Wrongs...

The wife in question is Robin who's locked in the most codependent torment nexus situationship to ever exist in DoLtown. They've been friends forever, rely on each other for everything and just assume they're always on the same page. This is often not true at all but because they have to assume it must be or else they'd have to admit they no longer know the other as well as they thought they did, they never talk it out (Ronnie hates being wrong, Robin has a crippling fear of being hurt/disillusioned) and they end up letting it escalate and implode but they never will truly break up because they can't stand to be away from each other for too long or else they stop functioning (Robin lets the self loathing and isolation win, Ronnie becomes more reckless and self destructive), keeping them locked in the cycle.

The biggest reason of their conflict is that Ronnie can't keep it in her pants for even one minute and loves pretending it has something to do with wanting to do some good. She's dating Kylar cause she wants to protect her from bullying (but secretly loves how Kylar needs her to be emotionally stable), messes with Sydney cause she thinks that will give her some much needed freedom (has no intention of taking it seriously even if Sydney falls for her and enjoys how Sydney needs her to validate her choices) and thinks she can charm Whitney into getting better (actually just also wants to get Whitney to rely on her to control influence her to behave). Despite that, she does truly believe she's helping them and every other girl she helps get up only to watch them fall into her arms. To her that's just part of the process.

But at the end of the day she'll always go back to Robin and she expects Robin to understand it, and doesn't even consider what she does cheating because she's just trying to help those girls thrive, and Robin is her special one, and gets truly & honestly heartbroken whenever Robin calls her out and tries to put distance between them. Cause they're supposedly a team and supposed to be here for each other forever, and when she's particularly desperate she admits that Robin is the only one she actually loves. Robin, on her part, lets her backbone magically disappear when it comes to Ronnie and ends up folding more often than not even though what Ronnie is doing does break her too, because she also truly loves her.

Also they're butch4butch/kinda t4t/nb4nb :) Diversity win!

[deathits3lf]

so…. do you like men……

[rye-kin]

Me when I find out being insanely obsessed w Jekyll and Hyde isn’t an actual personality trait

[ronnyraygun]

I can make GK sooooooo much sadder than it has to be.

[Check the Tags]

[fucksurass]

☆~MEET THE ARTIST~☆

Heyyyyy fellow Tumblr bloggers. My name is Ronnie but you can call me fucksurass. Not fuckasauras though... Many people read my username wrong or just taunt me with it. Pls get it right. Im fragile.

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Anyway, im a young(MINOR) black artist who first started showing my art to the internet people through tiktok. I like drawing for fun and post my art in hopes people like it. My posts consist of South Park, egthite(sp au(not mine) that I like), Azrielthedrawer, me an my wife, funny reblogs, ect.

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I have diagnosed anxiety and probably many other undiagnosed mental illnesses. I am not normal. I mean- Yes I am im so normal watch this

Does something normal

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Anyway. I dont mean any harm! Im just here to be silly and post my silly art and make silly friends!

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And art- I really like to draw. See look

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Anyway music is the soul so maybe if I put in my playlist people will know my soul and maybe theyll like me bc my soul is cool

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Ah yes cant forget the good ol DNI list

Dni real people if youre actually a real person then dont talk to me. I only talk to people who arent real

/jk I like people. Come be my friend

speaking on friends, heres a list of my tumblr buddies. If you wanna be my buddy too just let me know! If not then Ig thats okay... Heh... Guess I deserve i-

@azrielthedrawer @moon-swoons @sparkysunglasses @spookyteeth @rosebushstuff @rahneexd @haiihi @nottefierr @boobsl0v3er @kawaiibutters @th3r34l-k1ng0f-h3ll @spurkspaint @fennecfiree

Buddies!!

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I also have an au!! Two actually!

One is a wattpad story!

The other is not written its drawn! Its called DEAD? Park and its still heavily in the works but a couple parts are done in my old style! A new part is on its way so bear with me!!

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Idk what else to add here... I think... I think im done!

BYE

[ronsenthal]

I'm reading Fierce Valor (aka that book about the actual Ron) and so far its been really cool, i have a couple of highlights:

it's so refreshing and amazing that the autors use actual sources for the infos (take notes Ambrose, really my dude wtf)

it's funny how his brother was a military man himself before Ronnie did it (that made me giggle)

he was such a mummy's boy and his sisters seemed to be really nice

he attended this school that had military training on the studying program BUT he chose to wait to be drafted to the war? because he didn't wanted to give up on the money and the desk job??? his dumb taurus side clearly showing here imo

his first marriage came out of nowhere?? And of all people Buck was there????

also its kinda cute how they were basically opposites as Buck was all friendly with the guys gaining respect because he was humble and nice while Ron was all distant but so damn good at his job that he earned the respect

he was suuuuch a trouble maker, my man couldn't take two steps without gossip involved so they switched him from Charlie to Dog just a couple of days before D-Day

i cant believe they gave us Matthew and his glorious hair while this man had a receding hairline in his early 20s

taglist: @mads-weasley and @mutantmanifesto because you both wanted to know how it was hehehe

[toxinoire]

How do you think the Movie Heathers cast (With Polyheathers + Veronica) Would react to the musical?

Sorry for the late answer anon! My tumblr notifs are usually in a frenzy.

I don't get whether you mean the actor au I made or Movie!Heathers react to the musical so here's both.

Actor!Heather: We absolutely slayed Candy Store.

Actor!Martha: That is a lot of hip movement. You girls just wanted to fluster Ronnie.

Actor!Veronica: And it worked...

Actor!Heather: Blue tho.

Actor!Kurt: You guys will never let us live this down, will you?

Actor!JD: No. Dude, you two are such gentlemen, seeing you guys sing this is just funny.

Actor!Heather: I have it on video.

Actor!Martha: And seeing Heather be mean is also weird.

Actor!Veronica: I know right?

Actor!Heather: She's like, the nicest person ever.

Actor!JD: It was really weird acting like Veronica's love interest, she's my lil bro, that was so weird.

Actor!Veronica: Right? Jason's my big sis, I wanted to puke everytime.

Actor!Ram: You slayed Meant To Be Yours though.

Actor!JD: Thank you, I know.

Director:

Director: How did you all get in my office?

(JD is big sis and Ronnie is lil bro thank you I will be taking no further inquiry on this matter)

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Movie!Heather: What the fuck? I'm so energetic there.

Movie!Heather: HEY I'M A BITCH ASS BUT NOT A BITCH BABY!

Movie!Heather: It is so weird seeing me like this.

Movie!Veronica: Yeah it is, this is not Heather. That's a gremlin with the same name.

Movie!Veronica: However, why am I a bitch baby ass in this?

Movie!Heather: We're satire, but this seems more "Satire but add more dramatic bitchiness".

Movie!Heather: At least I have some cheer moves.

Movie!Heather: Never Shut Up Again was actually pretty cool...

Movie!Veronica: Eh, I slayed.

Movie!Heather: Performance wise, appearance wise or literally?

Movie!Veronica: Yes.

[hooked-on-elvis]

Elvis escaped a crew-length haircut more than once before the army

It is widely known by the fans that one funny story of how Red West saved Elvis from getting his hair cut off by bullies when he was only a teenager attending the Humes High School in Memphis, Tennessee. For those who never heard/read this story before, well.. long story short, Elvis was kind of a misfit in High School because of the way he used to dress different from his mates. "He looked like a sore thumb," said Ronny Trout, a classmate who shared a workbench with Elvis in wood shop in school (as wrote by Peter Guralnick in one of his books on Elvis). While all the guys usually had crew cuts and dressed in jeans, Elvis had this "movie star" look. Apart from the flashy clothes — such as ascot ties and dress pants Presley is said to have worn while attending classes — he also would proudly show off his truck driver sideburns and a duck tail hairstyle around the hallways. Some of the kids in his school just couldn't stand it. Most of them thought Elvis looked weird, possibly they got the impression as if he was cocky or something but more likely they just found him strange, out of place. One day some guys corned Elvis in the bathroom and threatened to cut his hair right off. Red West came in just in time. Even tho they weren't friends yet, that selfless good deed of Red turned Elvis into a, let's say, fan of his. Presley was beyond grateful for the unexpected help. This was before Elvis was, you know, "Elvis". West and Presley became friends after this day, little by little - not immediately, and it turns out that a long, long term friendship between the two came out of that uncanny situation. At a point, Red West became part of Elvis' personal security guard and remained friends with him up until July 1976, a little more than one year previous to Elvis's death in August 1977. Anyway, Red's efforts only postponed Elvis' haircut. Presley actually had to surrender to the crew cut style in March 1958 when he was inducted into the U.S. Army. But did you know before the Army's intervention and after the High School incident, there was another time when Presley's hair almost was chopped off? That was during movie production of "Jailhouse Rock", in 1957.

The still photographs of Elvis wearing the short "Butch" wig were taken on Monday, May 13, 1957. William Tuttle (head of the make-up at MGM Studios) and his department produced very convincing results. This was the first time the wig was ready to be fitted, and the first scene shot using the wig was on May 20, scene 11 - Barber Shop. Elvis is wearing the wardrobe for Scenes 5 & 6 - Courtroom.

Having read the script for Jailhouse Rock, Elvis was fully aware that the storyline called for his character to be sent to prison, and was told by the studio that, to be authentic, he would have to get his hair clipped. Elvis set off a personal appearance tour, prior to reporting to MGM Studios in Hollywood. The short tour commenced on March 28, 1957. The first stop was Chicago, at a press conference at the Saddle and Sirloin Club at the Stockyards Inn that afternoon, when Elvis spoke to the assembled press. When the subject of his haircut for his new picture was raised, he revealed: 'When I get back to Hollywood, I'm gonna have my hair cut. They're gonna cut it down to crew length for this new movie. Personally, I don't care if they cut my hair, I don't think it makes much difference. Because it'll grow out again.'

March 28, 1957. Elvis Presley at a press conference at the Saddle and Sirloin Club at the Stockyards Inn, Chicago, Illinois.

Within a week, MGM Studios and producer, Pandro S. Berman, were swamped with four thousand letter and post-cards from Presley fans begging that the studio let their hero act with his original hair. "Don't Be Cruel - Don't Cut Elvis' hair," they demanded in varying terms. Some threatened to boycott the picture; some said they'd see it anyway because they'd always be loyal to Elvis - but they'd be "All Shook Up." It was decided something had to be done to save Elvis' hair and also alleviate the fans' feelings, so the Studio started to look at alternative ideas with tests quickly set up in the Studio make-up department under the stewardship of William Turtle, head of the make-up at MGM Studios. Elvis revealed the solution to columnist Aline Mosby, 'So now the studio has decided I'll wear a wig, a crew-cut wig, for the prison scenes.' During pre-production, tests were undertakes with the 35mm film camera, to establish any issue. It was realized by Director of Cinematography, Robert J. Bronner, that Elvis' hair required a red tint due to the black and white film. Elvis later confirmed this in an interview once filming had been completed: 'My hair will look the same, except it was reddened because in black-and-white it photographed like a cap instead of hair.'

The fans plea worked good this time but there's the old saying that goes like: "what's meant to be will be".

Elvis Presley gets his hair cut before entering the Army, at Fort Chaffee in Barling, Arkansas. Presley entered the service March 24, 1958 at Fort Chaffee Reception Station. Picture of the 23-year-old rock star and barber Pete Peterson.

On December 10, 1957 Elvis received a letter from the Memphis Draft Board notifying him he was up for the next military draft. Presley's fans, once more, confident that their pleas would be heard just as they were by the Hollywood people, begun sending hundreds of letters to certainly everyone they could find would be helpful on the matter. They begged, "Please, please, do not touch Elvis' hair!" — some of them even felt kinda "suicidal" about Elvis' hair being cut off. One of the fan letters addressed to then U.S. President, read: "Dear President Eisenhower, My girlfriends and I are writing all the way from Montana. We think it's bad enough to send Elvis Presley to the army, but if you cut his sideburns of, we will just die."

NO DEAL WAS MADE THIS TIME. On March 24, 1958 Elvis was inducted into the U.S. Army and finally had to surrender to the crew-haircut. Truth be told, his fresh unfamiliar haircut didn't affect a bit his exquisite beauty - if anything, Presley appealed even worse to his female audience as a soldier.

Well, that's it. There it goes the story of how it took at least three attempts, including one movie and the U.S. government, to finally get that famous sideburns and pompadour out of Elvis' pretty little head.

SOURCE: Excerpts from book "The Making Of Jailhouse Rock" (Book "Movie") by David English and Pål Granlund (2021).

[laundrybiscuits]

(part 3 of the not-hallmark fic, now tentatively titled grace coming out of the void)

It’s not too long before Robin tumbles through the door in a whirlwind of apologies.

“Don’t worry about it,” says Steve, wrapping her up in a bear hug. “Eddie kept me company.”

It’s true, actually. There’d been a few minutes of awkward silence, before Eddie’d visibly steeled himself and started making small talk with the grim determination of a general heading into battle. It would’ve been funny if it hadn’t made Steve feel like dirt just a little bit.

He’s trying, Steve had told himself firmly. Yeah, it sucked that Eddie clearly still had some kind of problem with him, but if he was willing to try this hard to get over it…well, the least Steve could do was try, too.

So they’d filled each other in on all the stupid unimportant details of their lives, the stuff that was easy to talk about, and gradually the talking got easier. They’d never been strangers, not really, but somehow over the years it had gotten so Steve could forget that Eddie was fun to be around. There hadn’t always been a weird sour feeling in Steve’s stomach that had to be ignored; there was Eddie’s hands looping in big descriptive shapes as he described some new student who has absolutely no idea why she’s in my class, Steve, I swear someone’s blackmailing the kid to be there, she just shows up and like, grimly struggles through whatever I give her. Won’t even tell me what she wants to play, and I’ve tried everything. I arranged Cyndi fuckin’ Lauper for this kid, Steve!

Eddie’s face, relaxed and bright-eyed, never happier than when he’s telling a story. The way Eddie cares so much about every little thing. Just being around him feels like sitting at a fireplace, soaking in the warmth and light. And when Steve manages to make him laugh, it feels like winning the damn lottery.

So they’ve managed to get on pretty well in Robin’s absence. Steve’s hoping it doesn’t take them another few years before they can have a real conversation again, like some kind of timer that needs to reset.

“Good,” says Robin. “Because you two are like my favorite people, and it would really suck if you couldn’t get along.”

“Favorite people?” Eddie drawls, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t wait to tell Ronnie that.”

“Oh my god, don’t you dare!” Robin shoves at his shoulder until he moves over so she can squeeze onto the couch with them.

“Am I finally going to get to meet the famous Veronica?” asks Steve. Robin’s been going on about her for a while, but he knows the relationship hasn’t been official for that long. So it’s fine, it’s normal that he hasn’t met his best friend’s girlfriend yet, and Eddie has.

“Yeah, of course,” says Robin. “She’ll be here in like an hour to set up for the party.”

Of course there’s a party. From what Steve hears, Robin and Eddie seem to be constantly throwing parties and having people over, a rotating cast of quirky personalities with artistic inclinations and improbable backstories.

This one’s not even really a party, Robin assures him; it’s just the new girlfriend plus a couple local friends. Or, one local friend and one Hawkinsite who’s in town for the holidays.

“You remember Jeff, right?” says Robin.

“Oh sure, Jeff, yeah,” says Steve. “And the other one’s…Hannah?”

“Helen, she’s an artist who’s been working with Eddie on an installation. She’s great, you’ll love Helen.”

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Steve does not love Helen.

“Wait, it’s true?” Helen cuts in. “People actually thought Ed was a cult leader? Our Ed?”

Steve breathes through the flicker of annoyance. Eddie doesn’t belong to Hawkins anymore.

“Yeah,” he says. “It’s, you know, a small town. Folks were just scared, is all.”

“Aww,” she coos. “It’s just so tough to imagine anyone being scared of this guy.” She ruffles Eddie’s hair and Eddie slaps her away, laughing.

“Yeah, it was a whole torches-and-pitchforks thing,” Eddie says. “I met this guy when I was on the run from some villagers who wanted to burn me at the stake. Me! Can you imagine?”

Steve huffs, amused. “Think I remember something about that meeting. Something like…you threatening me with a broken bottle at my neck? Ring any bells for you, Ed?”

“Wait…that’s not how you got those scars, is it?” Helen’s looking a little more hesitant, like she finally realizes there’s something here she can’t ever understand. Steve’s viciously pleased about it, then tries not to be. He doesn’t like strangers talking about all that shit like they can relate or something.

All he says is: “Nah. That was a little later. Eddie’s the reason I lived long enough to let this—” He rubs awkwardly at his neck, fingers skidding and pulling at the ugly ridges. “—scar at all.”

“Don’t listen to Harrington, he never wants to admit he’s a fuckin’ action hero. I barely did anything except freak out and almost get murdered. He saved my life for real, like, at least three or four times—think at this point he just owns my entire ass.”

Steve is tempted to ask why Eddie’s been avoiding him for the last six or seven years, if that’s the case, but he knows that’s not totally fair. Steve’s been doing a lot of avoiding too.

“Shoot,” says Helen. She’s still got an arm tucked into Eddie’s. “We’re all very grateful, Steve.”

Instead of saying I didn’t do it for you, Steve says, “Just, uh, glad I was there. I’m…gonna get some more wine.”

Robin catches him in the narrow hall leading to the kitchen. It’s a nice apartment, yeah, but Steve thinks the layout’s weird as hell compared to the right angles and neatly aligned walls of his place back in Hawkins.

“Everything okay, dingus?” she asks. The way the hall bends, they’re sheltered from the living room. It’s a soap bubble of privacy, fragile but whole.

“How do you handle people asking about—stuff?” Steve blurts out.

“It’s actually been easier here,” says Robin thoughtfully. “Because in Hawkins, people always think they know a lot more than they do. Remember how Vickie and I used to get into those big fights?”

Steve nods. He hadn’t really understood what was going on at the time, and Robin hadn’t been great at explaining. She’d talk up a storm, get all worked up, and at the end of it, all he’d get was that she was mad and Vickie didn’t understand why.

“Well, later on I realized that they’d always kick off when Vickie said something like, I know what you mean, or I was there too. Because she didn’t, and she wasn’t. With Ronnie, it’s like…she doesn’t get it, but she knows she doesn’t get it. It’s easier with her, I guess. How did you handle it with Laura?”

Steve shakes his head. “I didn’t, I guess. But she wasn’t, y’know. The One.”

“Still holding out for that fairy tale romance, huh?” Robin smiles. She’s just teasing him; she doesn’t mean anything by it.

“I’m really not,” says Steve. “Listen, I’m gonna—” He holds up his empty glass and escapes to the kitchen.

Jeff’s there, pouring some wine into his own glass, and fills up Steve’s without being asked.

Steve nods at him in thanks. It feels a little rude to just turn around and leave immediately, so he leans against the counter and takes a drink.

“So, uh,” says Steve. “How’ve…you been? Since, uh, Hawkins.”

Jeff gives him a wry smile. He definitely knows that Steve doesn’t remember him at all. “Not bad,” he says, drumming his fingertips on the counter. “I’m just in town visiting family for the week; I’m actually at Michigan right now, studying to be a doctor. I want to specialize in geriatrics—like, taking care of old people? But right now I’m in the part where they shuttle you around to different specialties to get a taste for everything.” He makes a face. “Surgery definitely ain’t my thing.”

“Shit. A doctor, huh?” Steve shakes his head, surprised for no real reason. It’s not like he hadn’t known that people from Hawkins could be smart; hell, he’d dated Nancy Wheeler. But this seemed like the kind of smart that just didn’t fit into his memory of Hawkins High. Other than Nancy, who—last he’d heard—was still sharing an apartment with two other girls and fighting her way up the ladder of some paper in Boston, nobody he’s kept tabs on has really gotten successful in a big-city way. Like, the kind of successful that could be on a TV show.

“Yeah, I was always into science. Used to keep caterpillars in my room, see if I could get ‘em to turn into butterflies. Drove my mama crazy, ‘cause she hated having critters in the house. But I just thought it was so wild how the caterpillars could have a whole life crawling around on the ground, and then their insides just rearrange, and suddenly they can fly. I was such a dramatic little shit, I was so damn sure I’d grow wings too.” Jeff laughs. It’s surprisingly nasal for such a broad-shouldered guy, and Steve decides he likes how unselfconscious Jeff is about it.

Steve reaches out to clink their glasses together. “Hey, you did, didn’t you? Got outta Hawkins, got to chase your fancy doctor dreams.”

“Guess I did.” Jeff nods and takes a slow sip of his wine. “Look…tell me to fuck off if this is too much, huh? But I gotta ask. Why’d you stick around? Why not get outta Hawkins too? Not that we knew each other or anything, but…even from the Hellfire table, it didn’t seem like you were having the greatest time, either. At least, not by the end.”

Hellfire, right, that’s how Jeff knows Eddie. A vague, blurry memory of seeing them both in those dorky shirts is surfacing.

“It’s not too much,” says Steve. “I don’t mind you asking. Don’t know that I’ve got an answer, though. I just didn’t have a plan like you guys, I guess.”

“Buddy.” Jeff laughs in that nasal way again and claps Steve on the shoulder. “None of us had a plan. I guess I did, a little more than the rest of them, but—I thought I wanted to be an ER doc, you know? Which, damn. Definitely not my scene, as it turns out. You don’t leave your hometown because you already know what you want out of life, even if you think that’s what you’re doing.”

“Getting philosophical in the kitchen?” Eddie appears in the doorway, empty glass dangling from his fingertips. “Congrats on being a cliche, guys.” He’s smiling, and it looks real. Happiness looks good on him.

“What’re you drinking?” says Steve. “Let me top you up.”

[overthinkingtaleblr]

Out of P.I.E who would be most likely to be a blanket thief?

Okay, let’s go down the list, least to most likely to steal a blanket out of the four who are most likely to share a blanket with each other.

We already established that the Tall Johnny runs hot. Toast doesn’t even sleep with a blanket, he sleeps with a light sheet without a shirt on. If someone manages to get a blanket on his body, he will wriggle until its off of him and continue dozing peacefully.

Despite being the one with the least connection to ghosts, I think Chris sleeps like the dead. He doesn’t move in his sleep at all, so he can’t really steal blankets. He do be snoozing, and he is probably the easiest to take a proper blanket from. He will steal his blanket back in the morning and just walk away with it.

Next is Short Johnny. Ghost runs very cold, so he is covered in blankets and a SINGLE draft could lead him to grab the nearest blanket on the bed. I imagine there have been several particularly cold nights where the people he’s sleeping with wake up with NOTHING on their body. Because Ghost is crazy.

Fred “The Spooker” Soup moves the most in his sleep and I could see him as a sleep hugger. Like, if he doesn’t have a person, a pillow, or some kind of stuffed animal between his arms, he will start bunching the blanket up while unconscious. He is the most likely to steal the blanket if he does not take the proper precautions.

And since I haven’t been consistently answering asks recently, I want to give as much as possible with this! P.I.E adjacent stuff under the cut!

First off, as MANY interns as I can list off the top of my head. These guys are no longer sharing the same bed for the record.

Jenny Ghost doesn’t even use a blanket, and she would sleep on the floor if she could help it. She’s not a blanket thief, she’s barely a blanket-user.

Mabeline solely uses hand-made snuggies bc he doesn’t trust a single person in the world not to steal his blankets. If he actually shared a blanket with someone, he has an arm hooked on the blankets so he doesn’t lose them.

As I see her (a Dullahan) Jenny Toast doesn’t sleep, and when she’s lying down with someone with a blanket, she’d only steal the blanket if she thought it would be funny. And she often thinks its funny.

Leonard Malkovich has been married to a blanket thief for over a decade, it’s to the point where he has become one in turn. SMH, sometimes you become what you seek to destroy.

WHEN they ever manage to knock him out, Spencer Acachalla is Schrödinger's blanket thief. If there is a blanket near him and he’s asleep, he’s not stealing the blanket until he is. Like, he keeps inching under it, and it’s not a problem until it very suddenly is… or never is. He’s an enigma.

Josh THRASHES in their sleep. Maybe they don’t steal it ON PURPOSE, but that blanket is not staying on anybody when they’re done with it.

Alberto Guppy will consciously take any blanket he sees off of someone who is sleeping. He is the sole reason why people no longer bring blankets to PIE’s home base, he will try to steal them.

Former Members including the OG PIE team and deceased former friends to the team <3

‘Dark Pit’ has learned to tuck the blanket under him when sleeping with friends. Not like it matters, he’s a very light sleeper so any ATTEMPT to get the blanket wakes him up.

Johnny Ghost Senior is a side-sleeper who can only fall asleep if he’s on top of his hands. Peewee does not understand it, but it stops him from stealing the blanket.

While Katrina is actively not a blanket thief, she does kick in her sleep.

Mary Toast doesn’t steal blankets in her sleep, but she would take one off of a friend if she was cold and they were passed out. Specifically if it was Toast, considering he’d probably prefer not to have a blanket…

Ronnie Boast only ever moves in his sleep to take BACK stolen blanket space. It’s like clockwork, too.

Similar to Josh, Johnny Roast does not sleep easily. Unlike Josh, he ACTIVELY steals blankets during his thrashing. It’s not an accident, he is pulling them onto his body.

T.Casket.

Woah also doesn’t sleep, but she likes to sit wrapped in warm blankets like a burrito, and it becomes a problem when she realizes she can take Any blanket off of Any sleeping person at ANY time.

Those are all the ones I can think of/Ones that I think would be funny.

[0iam0]

Team Chandora, redesigned a lil cuz it's kinda insulting how boring their designs are lol. I maintained their colour scheme in clothes but changed it to be different from one another. Ig it was intentional for them to wear similar clothes so I let that be. Idk if ppl even remember them so, there're the characters that battle wild fang once. They also fell victim to Masked Bull's "speech" that embarrassed everyone in Japan, maybe something that people would remeber. They are minor one off characters only to be seen once again as a single frame. This post is basically Indian bladers across generations, cuz, I Indian.

I love this guy and his adorable snake friend.

what are they

Below is just me overanalyzing and comparing the generations.

So, mfb. Team Chandora. It's the best in terms of giving them a personality and also screentime. The character names are most probably just slightly altered versions of some really popular Indian actors/celebs. Salhan - Salman (Khan); Vridick - Hrithik (Roshan); Aniel - Anil (Kapoor). Neither of their names are familiar to me, nowhere near a common name in India and, mean nothing actually. So this is how I think they named them. Salhan is the hot headed guy I'm assuming. His design is just as basic as you can get. Even tho he's the leader, I can't say much about him. But he's probably a good starting point in building a character. Which will never happen he's a one-off character. They all pretty much have the same height too, so I gave that a variation in my drawing. Vridick is the tallest. Ok, the first time I saw Vridick I thought "wtf is wrong with him". Like, his eyes. I realised it's just a "animators drawing characters weird in low budget episodes" problem, his design is probably the best of the three. Simple yet cute cuz idk if anyone else has noticed it but he has a little catness about him. The eyes and :3 mouth. It's subtle, but it's there. Just because of that he's my favourite of the trio. (I didn't realise this before but I'm a fan of his corresponding celeb lol) Aniel, is the one I was "wtf" about till the very end. His design is just horrible 😭 like, it SHOWS they really tried making a design look even somewhat distinguishable, but failed. Like with them "eyes that are different from the first two" and "hairstyle that isn't short like the first two" naw. So I just redesigned him to have, pretty much the same hairstyle but doesn't reveal the weird hairline. They are all the snake beyblades, cuz India snake charmers yadayada. Tho their designs don't really reflect the snakey thing; so I just added a dupatta/scarf to reflect that. (I originally just added it cuz it looked cool actually).

I can't help but notice how badly they were disregarded in their episode. Like not even in a way that would teach them to not be so full of themselves, but in a way like they are not even considered to be a proper opponent but an obstacle on the way to defeat the protagonist of the series (I'm talking about kyoya). They get overshadowed by kyoya and ginkas battle. It's actually kinda sad (

I ALSO can't help but notice the Blader DJ of India is based on Gandhi. Lmao. It's actually funny asf. Where did the battle between wild and fang and chandora take place, the Taj Mahal? Idk how many people don't know this but Taj Mahal on contrary to it's name is not actually a palace, it's a mausoleum. You would wonder where the tombs went. Even worse they might be battling ON the tombs. lul (edit: I don't really know lmao. The thing they built seemed like it was based on taj mahal. It's actually pretty neat if they designed it themselves. It's beauty :>)

Now on the bsb, first season bsb Indians we meet are the Charming Princes. They have the weirdest designs of all like wha. The unnamed blader is probably the most normal of them all. But the rest, idk what to say. I kinda like Ronnie's glasses ig, even tho they are impractical. Tho they are the weirdest in terms of design, they are the best in terms of beyblades, as in, a team quirk. That their beyblades are as big and heavy as one can be allowed to have. Makes sense cuz they are all princes of some place. They don't get much screentime either, just some guys the bladebreakers defeat. Robin gets overshadowed (annihilated) by Driger coming back to Ray and his rivalry with Lee.

Next in beyburst, it's Dhaula Giri. So, he's the best in like, overall. He's the best in design, he's not bland or weird, just a normal guy from India. He has a normal generic beyblade (same Suoh's original bey). Nothing crazy and I think that's a good thing. Oh oh, and a cute lil Snaker, I just love him for having a snaker just hang out with him, it's goofy but I actually like this idea, it's way better than giving them snake beys. I think he and Hae Jin would be homies. He's not much personality wise, prolly just a nice guy. Not much plot or screentime either but Hae Jin getting over his fear of his snake friend was neat enough. His name is good too, not entirely random names like Robin or Ronnie, or just jumbled celeb names. Out of all, I like him the best. Tho I'll have to say, if I build upon Team Chandora, I'll probably like them more.

[cognitohazardous]

the hlvrai fandom fuckers are craaaazy like they dont even watch wayne or rtvs at all and dont know what they actually do and then they show up demanding the exact same formula and exact same continuation of content they got from hlvrai. the people that only like hlvrai but have no idea how rtvs operate in general dont understand their broader sense of humor and the kinds of japes and bits they pull all the time. but fandom nerds want their henry and boomer and ronny and buddy to the point that they feel entitled to their funny videos content and don't realize at the core of all this, rtvs do this so that they can have fun with their friends and we're lucky they let us be an audience for some of it. its so weird that people who don't even show up to any of rtvs' other streams and arent active in the community outside of hlvrai came in demanding and expecting more content for their fandom and are now saying shit like we should "hold rtvs accountable" because they pulled a funny prank and did a different equally funny stream than the one the fandom wanted. i think thats all i had to say on the topic cause im not really vocal in chat or anything im just watching the vod and scrolling the tags and seeing how poorly some people are handling this

oh another thing is the fans wiping their brows sighing in relief and going "guys its ok" after seeing the hlvrai2 trailer despite throwing a tantrum at the brba bait-and-switch. would you still be pouting if hlvrai2 wasnt announced for real or would you have had an epiphanic realization that rtvs are doing this just to have fun and its all deeply unserious? are you a baby that needs keys jangled in front of you to be pacified??

[powderblueblood]

@vvitchwords: Oh my god, PLEASE may I request Ronnie Ecker with 'Did you know that cigarettes are a shield against meaningful interaction with people?'

200 CIGARETTES SENTENCE PROMPTS!

you stiffen up a little against the outer wall of the hideout, giving this girl a once-over. she's dressed like a child's cartoon of a train conductor, with her overalls and her peaked cap and her little festive bandanna tied around her neck-- so not the clientele you were expecting when you agreed to see some metal band at the shittiest dive bar your hometown had to offer.

"maybe i want to shield myself against meaningful interaction with people?" you retort through a pointed cloud of smoke. "not that it's exactly plentiful around here..."

"ah!" the girl, with her hands shoved in her overall pockets says--again, she's wearing overalls, "i see the ghost of shitty new years eve has visited you too!"

complete with ghostly voice affectation. who the fuck is this person.

"what?"

why are you smiling.

"i don't-- i don't know what that was," she clears her throat, dodging another exhale from your cigarette. you chuckle a touch, which pulls her eyes from the pavement and back onto you. this smile twists around her mouth, like it's a piece of wire she can't get untangled quick enough and she's kind of panicking about it.

"you here to see this band?" you ask, narrowing your eyes. because it really, really doesn't look like her scene.

"um," she says, kinda high pitched, "yeah? technically?"

"oof. sounds like they suck, the way you just said that."

she cringes in a way you can't quite decode. "like not-- not terrible, but not... a hundred percent in the pocket, either." a beat. "but hey, can you blame 'em? they're filling in. main act cancelled."

"oh? who was the main act?"

"pest control," this girl nods. "they never showed up, even though there's probably roaches, so they had to open the bar anyway. so. that's why--"

that gets you; a giggle pushes past your lips and you push off the wall, crushing your cigarette under your heel. "you're kinda funny."

"please, kinda funny is my father's name!" and she physically cringes again, eyes wincing closed and everything-- warmth pricks at your chest. she's... "ronnie. sorry. i'm ronnie."

"ronnie. right. i'm--"

but before you can tell her, through the swinging doors leading into the bar comes some dude with an incredibly on theme haircut for a place like this. "ron, the fuck! it's ten-- don't tell me you're out here ralphing again."

through gritted teeth, she's all, "eddie. i was not--"

fucking guy, this eddie, turns to you. "was she? because you can tell me-- i mean," his stare gets a little slicker, "you can tell me, sure, you can tell me whatever you w--"

"wrong tree, buddy," you clarify for him.

eddie flattens his mouth and nods, fairly respectfully. he ushers ronnie inside with a pull on her wrist and you decide to follow them, because, sure, weird energy, but it was the most energy you'd been able to squeeze out of tonight.

"you guys must really love this band..."

eddie is shoving ronnie towards the stage, like, really shoving her. but when he hears that, he pivots toward you.

"love the band? sweetheart, we are the band."

your eyebrows shoot up towards your hairline and you guffaw, looking to ronnie. she's climbing over her drumset (clumsily, shit knocking everywhere), shrugging with a drumstick in either hand.

"sorry for what you're about to hear, i guess?"

your grin softens at her; eyes bright and eager and you really actually have decided that you would like to look at 'em a little longer. good thing the night's still young.

"i mean-- better than pest control, right?"

[anniesocsandgeneralstore]

Every time I look at that winter prompt list and I see the dog sledding/husky sledding prompt, I can't get this thought out of my head for the werewolf AU: Ronnie makes a joke one day after a big snowfall about getting Jake to pull her around on a sled in his wolf form. Someone else in the pack, probably Mickey, overhears and decides "challenge accepted" and tries to actually convince Ronnie to find a dog sled for them to use. 😆

I wrote what we discussed and obviously changed it a little bit....but i freaking love it and I hope you do too darling 💗

|| prompt list ||

prompt: Dog sledding/husky sledding

au: werewolf

word count: 3091

warnings: labor and birth stuff but nothing too graphic, girl dad jake, the introduction of a character i have talked about vaguely but here she is

“Wow, s’really coming down now,” Mickey commented offhandedly from his spot on the couch. 

Reuben craned his neck so he could see around Mickey’s head and swore under his breath. Jake and Ronnie, snuggled up with her draped across his lap in the armchair across from the Beta pair, turned their heads to look out the front window. The porch light was on, illuminating clearly the big, fat snowflakes that were tumbling out of the sky and sticking together on the ground.

Jake looked back to his mate with a furrowed brow. His very, very pregnant mate.

She only continued to watch the snow fall, hand rubbing absentmindedly over her rounded belly. They both knew she could go into labor at any time. At their third pup, they knew the signs like the back of their hands. But Ronnie didn’t seem even the slightest bit concerned, even as she looked back into Jake’s nerve-pinched face. She just took his hand with a smile and pressed his palm into her bump.

“If we get snowed in and the pup decides it’s time, you can always just dog sled me out of here,” she joked with a grin. 

Jake snorted. “Ha-ha, very funny.” 

“Wait, do you actually have a dog sled?” Mickey perked up.

“No — well, part of one,” Jake replied, pulling Ronnie closer into his chest. “I started making it for the boys last year but never got around to finishing it.”

“Oh, they would love that,” Reuben cooed, “One of us pulling them around in the snow.”

“Right? Maybe next year — then all three of them can ride,” Ronnie said. 

Then she sucked in a sharp breath, face suddenly contorted in pain as she put a hand to her side. At the sound, it felt like all the air had been sucked out of the room. She curled up tighter in Jake’s lap as he instantly sat up straight, hands reaching to cradle her face and belly as she breathed out slowly. Reuben and Mickey too pushed away from the couch, ready to get up and help at either their Alpha or Luna’s call.

“I’m okay, I’m okay,” she insisted quietly, glancing over at Reuben and Mickey with an awkward smile. “She’s just turned around — got me right in the ribs.” 

Jake’s concern didn’t melt away at her words. Brow still furrowed and lips pulled into a straight line as he searched her face and listened to her quiet reassurances. He gently nudged his arm beneath her knees while the other snaked around her back. Ronnie rolled her eyes, but didn’t fight it as he got up from the armchair and lifted her with ease.

“Come on, little one, let’s get you in bed,” he said, then he turned to Mickey and Reuben. “You guys feel free to stay the night. You know where the stuff is for the pullout downstairs.” 

Reuben looked back towards the window where the snow was somehow coming down even harder, nearly at a slant. “Uh — we’ll think about it.” 

“Good night, guys!” Ronnie called as Jake walked down the hall to their bedroom. 

Mickey watched them go, sharp ears listening to his Luna grumble about being carried before the door to their bedroom clicked shut. He stopped listening and looked to his own mate with a furrowed brow. 

“Do you think Jake seemed…Worried?” he asked. 

Reuben got to his feet, arms stretching towards the ceiling. “He’s been worried since they found out they were having another pup. I think it becomes his natural state of being when she’s pregnant.”

“I don’t know, Ben, this seemed different. I think he’s really concerned.” 

“About what? The storm?”

“Yeah — and Ronnie.” Mickey got to his feet, hands on his hips as he spoke. “I mean, what if we get snowed in and she goes into labor? What’re they gonna do? They live in the middle of nowhere, the midwife’s not gonna be able to get here.”

“Well, what are we supposed to do?” Reuben questioned, all sincerity and no malice or sarcasm. 

This was their Alpha and Luna. They would do anything to help them. To make the load lighter. 

Mickey’s lips pulled back in a grin as he looked up at his mate. “Well, I know one way we could help.”

The Alpha and his Luna fell asleep leaning up against the headboard, her back on his chest. The most comfortable position in the state that she was in. And he was willing to sleep in any way she wanted if it meant she was comfortable and not in pain. 

But Jake awoke in the middle of the night to a sharp pain in the center of his chest, where his connection to Ronnie lay, and Ronnie herself whimpering quietly in his arms. He could feel it, her belly tightening in his hands. All thoughts of sleep instantly left him.

“Baby?” he questioned, voice rough, as he picked his head up from the wall. 

“I know I made that dumb joke earlier,” Ronnie whispered back, voice wavering as her body relaxed back into his. “But the pup must have heard me…’Cause it’s time.” 

Jake pressed his lips to her temple with a small chuckle. “This is what you get for trying to be funny.”

“Shut up,” she groaned, tossing her head back against his shoulder. “You think I’m hilarious.” 

He reassured her that he did in fact think she was funny as he rubbed soothing circles into her belly, kisses placed delicately on her neck. The pup kicked into his palm for probably the last time. In only a few hours, she would be in his arms for real. A little girl, if Ronnie’s Luna’s intuition was right. Jake secretly hoped that it was. 

“Lemme see how it looks outside before I text May that contractions started,” Jake spoke softly as he slipped out from behind his mate. 

The room was cold without the blankets and her weight on his chest, but it didn’t bother him much as he moved over toward the window. He pulled back the curtain…

“Fuck,” he whispered under his breath. 

“What is it?” Ronnie asked, sitting up to see if she could get a peek around his form. 

“We’ve already got like a foot of snow out there,” Jake sighed as he snatched his phone from the bedside table. “I’ll call May.”

He dialed the midwife’s number and went out into the hall to discuss their options. And Ronnie looked down at her bump with a sigh, pleading with the pup to just wait a little longer.

Labor progressed quickly. They thought they would have had more time, considering how long Rhodes took to make any progress. But apparently, his little sister didn’t want to waste any time. Only thirty minutes after her first contraction, Ronnie’s waters were broken — and only an hour after that for contractions to get ten minutes apart. 

Ronnie was moved into the living room now, forehead coated in sweat and bun nearly completely out of place, pacing back and forth as she breathed through the next contraction. Reuben paced with her, a guiding hand on the small of her back. While Mickey stood by the window biting his nails, a nasty nervous habit.

Jake came in from outside red-cheeked from the harsh winds and his brow furrowed low over his eyes. The snow had stopped — but it still left them with two feet on the ground and every vehicle completely buried. 

“May said there’s no way the roads are getting cleared till morning,” he announced, looking between his Luna and Betas with a frown. “She’s stuck and so are we.”

Ronnie released a choked sort of sound as she gripped the back of the couch tight. Jake instantly dashed across the room to be with her. His hands on her hips as he applied counterpressure. When she looked over her shoulder at him, there were tears swimming in her dark eyes and her chin quivered. 

“I know, little one, I know,” Jake muttered, his lips to her temple. “We’ll be okay.” 

“W-What if it’s not, Jay?” she whispered through her tears. 

Another contraction hit, forcing a muffled cry of pain past her lips as she buried her face in her mate’s chest.

“They’re getting closer together,” Reuben commented.

Ronnie pulled her face away enough to pant, “I need to — mm — I need to sit down.”

Jake scooped her up easily and set her down in the armchair they had occupied only hours before. It felt like a lifetime ago to Ronnie. As she sat there, Jake squatted in front of her, her entire lower half squeezed in a vice of pure agony. They were running out of time and she knew it. The pressure of the pup against her pelvis was immense, and soon she was going to have to start pushing. But she was so scared. So scared that something would go wrong with no one but her pack to help guide her. The tears that had been blurring her vision finally fell as she held her belly between her hands. 

Another contraction hit, her skin tightening, and she couldn’t hold back the loud groan of pain she released. Her head thrown back as she frantically took hold of Jake’s hands. She had been trying to keep quiet so the boys wouldn’t wake up, but she just couldn’t anymore. 

“Okay, so I know this really doesn’t feel like the time, but I think I maybe possibly have a solution,” Mickey spoke up once Ronnie’s groans were reduced to quiet whimpers. 

“A solution to what?” Jake snapped his head to look over at his Beta with a scowl. “There’s no stopping this.” 

Mickey flinched at his Alpha’s harsh tone. And Ronnie, despite everything, noticed. Lifting her hand, she cupped Jake’s cheek and forced him to look back up at her. 

“Hear him out,” she spoke quietly, then she looked to Mickey with a small smile. “Go ahead, Mick.” 

“Uh, we — we might not be able to get May here. But we can get Ronnie to her.”

Ronnie sat up a bit straighter, interested in the prospect of not having to give birth without a professional. She trusted her mate, and her pack, but she would be infinitely more comfortable with May there. Just like she had been for both of the boys' deliveries. 

“How?” Jake questioned. 

Mickey took him outside and showed him the completed dog sled, explaining that he and Reuben had gone out and finished it before they went to bed. Just in case. It was already lined with furs and blankets, ready to be loaded with the most precious cargo.

Clapping his Beta on the shoulder, Jake said, “Thank you. And — And I’m sorry for — “ 

He gestured back at the cabin with a slight grimace. Mickey only smiled. 

“S’Alright, I get it.”

Another of Ronnie’s cries of pain echoed from inside the house, making them both jump. 

“Get the sled — you’re pullin’,” Jake said with another pat on Mickey’s shoulder. “I’ll get her all set. Be ready.” 

When Jake came back inside, Reuben was standing next to the armchair Ronnie was still seated in. She had a death grip on his shirt, her teeth bared as she continued to scream. Then Jake noticed Noah and Rhodes standing at the edge of the hall, both of them with tears streaming down their faces and holding their respective stuffies close to their chests.

“Reuben, can you get Ronnie’s coat and shoes on her?” Jake told his Beta before heading over and squatting down in front of his children, not even checking to see if the task was being done. He knew that it was. “Hey, my boys.” 

“Is — Is Mama okay?” Noah whimpered as he ran the sleeve of his pajamas under his nose. 

“She’s not right now, but she will be.” He took each of them by the shoulder and pulled them in close. “Your little brother or sister’s gonna be here soon.”

“In Mama’s tummy?” Rhodes questioned. 

“Yeah, bud, in Mama’s tummy. But they’ll be out of her tummy when we get back.” 

Noah’s eyes widened. “You’re leaving?”

Jake sighed. This wasn’t how he or Ronnie wanted this to go with the boys. They were hoping they wouldn’t have to see her in any pain, see this as only an exciting thing. But both of them could see very clearly their mother’s agony, and it was just like them to worry. Too much like their father in that regard. Jake too was hoping that he wouldn’t really have to explain the process of how their sibling was going to get out of Ronnie. That it would feel like almost a magical thing to the boys, who would have been sent off to actually stay at Mickey and Reuben’s during the birth, and when they came back the baby would be there waiting for them. 

There was no changing things now. All that could be done was put his hand on the back of his son’s head and pray to the goddess above he would understand. 

“Yeah, we gotta go, 'cause Mama needs help.”

“Like when Rhodey broke his arm?” Noah supplied as he glanced over at his little brother. 

Jake laughed. “Just like that, bud.” 

“Mm, Jake!” Ronnie shouted from behind him, followed by a drawn-out groan. 

“Alright, you boys be good, okay?” Jake gave them both a hug and got back to his feet. “Reuben’s gonna stay with you and we’ll be back before you know it.” 

“With a baby!” Rhodes squealed as he jumped up and down. 

But Noah, ever the serious and observant one, continued to watch in silence as his dad lifted his mother into his arms and walked out the door. 

Ronnie gasped when the cold air hit her face. Over the rushing wind, she heard Jake tell her to stay tight to his chest, and she did as she said. Burying her face in his flannel as she felt him push through the snow. She didn’t really know what was happening. All she knew was that somehow the boys were getting her to the midwife, and that was all she cared about.

After a moment, she was lowered down onto something hard, but an attempt had been made to make it more comfortable. A layer of furs and blankets that were instantly piled on top of her to keep her warm. Jake pulled away from her once she was settled, and she could finally see clearly exactly what the plan was. 

She was in the dog sled. Mickey stood before it in wolf form, the rope to pull it between his teeth. 

“Oh, my God,” she laughed, despite everything. 

“Yeah.” Jake nodded in agreement. “This is gonna be one hell of a story to tell.” 

Then he cupped her face in his wide palm and kissed her sweaty forehead. In the next instant, he was consumed by strong muscle and golden fur. Jake howled up at the inky black sky, Mickey quickly echoing his call. 

Ronnie relaxed back into the sled as best she could as they lurched forward. Mickey instantly started a fast pace, the wind stinging her eyes as they moved through the snow-covered forest. Jake ran right beside the sled, his great head constantly swiveling to look at her. Several howls resounded through the trees, and a few minutes later, the sled was surrounded by Red Sky wolves. 

Another contraction ripped through her as they ran, and Ronnie could feel it. She couldn’t hold out any longer. The urge to push was overwhelming, the pup weighing heavy inside her. Beneath the layers of furs and blankets, she worked her leggings down just enough.

It took ten minutes to get to the midwife’s house, as fast as the werewolf runs. She lived on the outskirts of Marnmouth, far enough away from other people. They did as May instructed and came right up to her back door. 

The older woman came bursting out of her backdoor with her supply bag already in hand. Unphased by the six massive wolves standing in her backyard. Not even batting an eye as Jake transformed before her very eyes. 

There were a few people who knew the truth about Marnmouth, Washington. And May Oliver was one of them. 

“Get those blankets up,” May instructed as she dropped to her knees at the end of the sled. 

Ronnie, at this point, was panting and writhing beneath the weight of the furs. And when Jake peeled them away from her sweating form, May’s face dropped. 

“Oh, we’re at a full crown,” she muttered under her breath, then she looked out to the pack. “Red Sky — I need you to surround your Luna. Keep out the cold. Jake, get behind her. She’s not going anywhere.” 

Ronnie whimpered as Jake slid in behind her, his hands going to their natural place at the back of her knees to keep her legs up. He muttered his praises into her ear as giant wolf forms surrounded them on all sides. Blocking out the wind and the chill.

“Alright, Mama, on this next contraction — you gotta push with all you’ve got, come on.”

May insisted they stay the rest of the night in her guest room. Saying with a point of her finger at Jake’s chest that Mama and baby had been through enough. He agreed, but it didn’t stop him from feeling guilty somehow. 

Ronnie now lay in May’s guest bed, watching with a content smile as Jake walked around the room with their little baby girl wrapped up in his arms. She could see, from the moment it was announced that the pup was a girl, that this was different for Jake. His eyes looked just a little bit wider than when the boys were born. His tears came that much quicker when she was placed into his arms for the first time. And the way he looked at his daughter now, it was a wonder that Ronnie had never seen before. Jake loved his boys…But there was already something special about his little girl. 

“You were right again,” he spoke quietly, eyes trained on round, red cheeks.

“My Luna’s intuition is never wrong,” Ronnie replied. 

He chuckled lightly. “Maisie Carole Seresin. God.” 

He wiped beneath his eyes and Ronnie laughed. “Doin’ okay there, Dad?”

“Yeah, I’m alright. I’m good.” Jake looked up at her for the first time since Maisie was placed in his arms. “Hell of a story, huh?”

“Yeah. Hell of a story.”

[smileymoth]

all jokes aside what has ronnie radke done? I've heard a bunch of shit from rape accusations to homicide accomplice to like???? there's an article that im mad i can't find that started with the lines 'Assault. Animal abuse. Drama online. Ronnie Radke is in the news again, for all the reasons' or something like that and it haunts me but genuinely, how much of this shit is actually true? Deeply confused and very out of the loop over here.

okay well. this is what i know. so don't quote me on it but i hope it clears some things up?

he got jailed for wearing brass knuckles to a fight in a state that they were illegal in, he did NOT get jailed for killing a man, his friend however got time for self defense, because the guy who died was threatening them with a gun so Ronnies friend shot him. iirc.

the rape and domestic abuse accusations were dropped by the court because of the lack of evidence, so there's really no saying in how accurate or inaccurate they are, since we know how easily sa accusations get brushed to the side...

he threw a metal mic stand to the crowd and injured a fan in the crowd, he did pay for all the hospital expenses with no issues (i think) so that was solved. still a shitty thing to do and most venues now (or the one that it happened at) banned metal mic stands. that's less of a "kill him now" thing but still kinda funny and odd that it happened in the first place ?? y'know ??

i have NO clue about the animal abuse. i just know he has a dog called Lobster and that's it

Mostly what he's done in the past years that i'm aware of:

he's chronically online and can't take criticism whatsoever

he thinks everyone criticizing his music is attacking him so he has a fullon meltdown on his twitter (that got banned for harassment i think. imagine getting banned in elon musk era twt??)

he has really transphobic views, he went off about the ''trans women in bathrooms'' ''debate'' and was just NOT listening to anyone. he can NOT be wrong in ANY scenario. he will just attack you. people were very calmly trying to explain to him why he should reconsider his comments and he just.. went off on them. it was so stupid.

he bullied non binary teenagers (mostly fans) on tiktok for using they/them pronouns. this was like 2 years ago. i think his tiktok got deleted?

constantly getting into random arguments with other musicians he doesn't like. it's just unnecessary

he has also made ableist remarks about a girl in a wheelchair to her face at a meet and greet (allegedly), racist, homophobic and other transphobic comments, that i have not witnessed myself but i've heard from people online and i do believe he has made those because he's just... a handful.

he's just a massive cunt really but, knowing that he has quite a big platform it just pisses me off. as sb said on reddit, it's his massive ego, inability to take criticism, bigoted comments, and victim complex...

so he's very much a red pilled transphobe who kind of scares me because why are you as a 40 year old bullying children on tiktok and commenting about where trans women can piss. please get a hobby

and i'm obviously missing things but this is what i am aware of and have witnessed live on twt and tiktok T_T unfortunately

[nikrei]

March Comics Round-Up

For my own edification, here's what i read during March:

JLA (224-257) (1984-1987)

Okay the transition of the justice league from focusing on world ending threats to street level is both hilarious and the stupidest shit i have seen: it's the fuckin justice league. They have other comics to be street level in. I like all the new characters but its just such a funny direction to take the justice league in. Also the reason they give for switching up the team is that they want full time members, not part time, but then it only takes like 15 issues for them all to be broke and hunting for day jobs.

Fury of Firestorm (1-42) (1982-86)

Ronnie and Martin continue to be a delight, i continue to hate Ed, and Lorraine is my baby girl.

Saga of the Swamp Thing (1-50) (1982-86)

Issues 1-19 are Not Great and also I hate martin pasko now, but oh wow does alan moore's run make up for it, it is so so good. If you are not completionist scum like me just skip to issue 21. (Issue 20 is where moore wraps up all the problems pasko made)

Blue Devil (1-19) (1984-86)

100% a comedy and a breath of fresh air from all the super serious drama going in all these other runs. Dan is definitely not a hero no sir and I love him.

Jonni Thunder (1-4) (1985)

She is The Most hardboiled wet cat detective of all time, if you like noir at all plsplspls read this it's only 4 issues. If you are reading Infinity Inc please read this she shows up in that halfway through and you will love her so much more if you know how much of a wet cat she is.

Deadman (1-7)(1985) but actually (1967-68)

Apparently a reprint of Strange Adventures 205-214, which i didn't realize till i looked it up, like, this seems like it's from a lot earlier than the 80s.... and it was! Actually its the 60s introduction of Deadman. I enjoyed it but it is... very 60s....

Red Tornado (1-4) (1985)

Hes my guy and I love him but this is very much a continuing sort of story for him rather than an intro or standalone so not recommended unless you are already into him.

Crisis on Infinite Earths (1-12) + all tie-ins (1985-86)

Second read thru of coie but the first with all the tie-ins as well. I Love this event So Much and hugely recommend it for anyone into this era but man it has a problem with killing off all the girls (Kara gets a lot of screen time and respect, but Tula, Lory, Helena, and Kole all get one panel or offscreen deaths which sucks) and also overall I don't like how the reset treats the wonder fam (everything to do with earth-2 wonders (justice for lyta omg)) and basically killing/erasing earth-1 wonder woman (returning her to clay, erasing her, her (married during the crisis) husband, and her version of themyscira) in a way that seems solely calculated to keep Diana young and pretty and also destroy her damn legacy (space titan donna retcon I am looking at you).

Amethyst Princess of Gemworld (1-13, 1-17, 1-4) (1983-87)

Read one issue of this as a coie tie in and had to read the whole thing. Its amazing, I love it, it is the ultimate pre-teen girl power fantasy (at least in the first run including all the blood). If I had been introduced to this in th 9-12 range I would have gone fucking feral (the only thing its missing is 'oh no I have to be a boy for reasons' that was complete catnip for me as a child)