#this is from a random old interview with johnny

[godsworstson]

the jackass guys want to bang brad pitt (literally no one is surprised)

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

Retired!Ghost x Newcomer!Soap - Boxing AU

[MY MASTERLIST]

Rating: G Words: 600~ Pairing: GhostxSoap CW: mention of painkiller addiction and alcoholism, mention of sport-typical permanent injury

Johnny "Soap" MacTavish who has just begun his boxing career, who is aiming for being at the top of his weight class, and is deemed a worthwhile newcomer by fans of the sport.

Soap who rarely loses a match, who never gets KO'd. Soap who has a signature move that everyone knows, a move that kids everywhere like to copy in the school playground.

Soap who earned his nickname from consistently "wiping the floor" with his opponents.

Soap's PR manager, Gaz, who has his work cutout for him because Soap literally never shuts up and talks a lot of crap about other boxers in press interviews and on social media.

Soap who's cocky and challenges everyone and anyone to get into the ring with him.

Soap who challenges the wrong person, a very famous boxer who's known for brutalizing his opponents and putting many legends out of commission.

Soap's manager, Price, who is scared shitless when the other boxer accepts the challenge. Price who knows Soap is too cocky of a bloke to admit he's going to lose.

Price who calls in a favor with Ghost, whom he also used to manage/represent, begging him to mentor Soap for a month, until the date of the scheduled fight.

Ghost who used to be an absolute legend of the sport but vanished off the face of the Earth after he got demolished by that same boxer, who, back then was just a fresh face in the scene, and somehow KO'd Ghost within the first round.

Ghost who got a concussion so bad from that KO that it had irreversible consequences to his physical and mental health and had to quit his boxing career and retire... and ended up getting addicted to painkillers and alcohol.

Ghost who is so bitter from his career loss that he doesn't even keep up with the sport anymore so he has no clue who Johnny is, but who feels like he owes Price a favor, and is surprised to find, in his research, that Soap actually has potential.

Ghost who shows up to observe a training session and starts giving grumpy advice, which Soap, being cocky, doesn't take, seeing Ghost as some random old man who stumbled in and thinks he knows anything (especially because Ghost looks homeless in a dirty hoodie and jeans and shaggy hair/beard + smelling like booze).

Soap who ends up getting suddenly confronted by Ghost and getting his ass handed to him before he even saw it coming, which causes Price (who's in the sidelines) to laugh his ass out.

Soap who looks up at Ghost while on his back on the floor of the ring and, even though he doesn't know Ghost's face, he recognizes his eyes immediately. "Steamin' Jesus..."

Soap who immediately bounces up to his feet and geeks out about Ghost, gushing about how many times he watched him on TV, about how he was a huge fan growing up and had posters of him all over his bedroom walls.

Ghost whose whole shtick was wearing the skull-printed balaclava and the fact that every time he won a match he'd add another skull tattoo to his half-sleeve, until it extended all the way up his bicep into a full-sleeve.

Ghost who earned his nickname because he moved so fast around the ring that he basically danced with his opponents.

Soap who begs Ghost on his knees to mentor him, to teach him all he knows.

Ghost who, for some reason, can't say no...

Ghost who's first advice to Johnny is to "shave that stupid bloody mohawk".

[suffering-and-happy-about-it]

The Genius Florist (Killshot, Part 1.)

Description: The occupation as a member of SAS came along with many restrictions and rules one had to follow to a dot. It could get even more intense for a soldier carrying a lot of trauma and not enough self-love, if any at all. Thank God, this lonely soldier meets a lonely florist one day, and as they say - animals have the best judge of character.

Part Summary: Johnny MacTavish was about to make the most important step of his life and asked one of his best mates and boss to come along. Unexpectedly, the day brings a new hope at rekindling old relationships and making new ones.

A/N: For some unknown reason, my brain blipped and decided to give the reader glasses. It is for you to decide if she's having them on at work only or if she wears them all the time... Or whether she wears them at all. Also, the cover of Modern Warfare 2: Ghost eludes me to believe that Simon likes a cig or two every now and then. I wouldn't assume he's a regular smoker, but he defo likes to light one up when he drinks or feels like there's too much on his shoulders.

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Master list: H E R E | Ghost's tapes: P L A Y L I S T

Never in his lifetime would Simon Riley imagine he’d been caught doing this. Frankly, he’d be rather caught dead than doing whatever this was. Deep inside, very deep, he was honoured to be chosen for this opportunity. The main cameraman, Johnny exclaimed jokingly, making Simon roll his eyes. Soap knew he got him hooked right then and there. On the other hand, Simon wouldn't ever imagine Johnny MacTavish getting into a very serious relationship with a Brit; mainly due to Johnny's everlasting ramblings about how the Brits in his unit are the bane of his existence. That changed when Soap met her; a wonderful, smart, and beautiful lass named Cassie. She was, according to her own words, the happiest and luckiest gal in the whole wide world thanks to Johnny.

Sure, Simon couldn’t really comprehend how it was even possible for someone as idiotic as Soap to make such a wonderful woman this content, but he didn’t dig into it much. If anything, it was endearing watching the two slowly fall deeper and deeper into each other. However, in the beginning, Simon had difficult time warming up to Cassie and her presence. By now, he was more or less comfortable around her and accepted her as an extended part of Johnny himself. The lass taught MacTavish how to be more extroverted and slowly let him blossom under her influence. Their happiness couldn't be measured.

He first met Cassie a year back. The night they'd been introduced in a pub was certainly a night to remember. Simon spent most of the time staring into his glass of whiskey, listening to the chatter around him, chuckling under his baklava - the unit members invited were interviewing poor Cassie as if their lives depended on it. Johnny, to make known that he was there for her the entire time, laughed along happily and jumped in whenever the question seemed inappropriate. Johnny's palm ran up and down her upper thigh under the table the whole time. This intimate gesture was saved only for lovers. At first, Simon didn’t overthink it; yet the longer he bore witness to said gesture, the more it itched itself into the back of his head. Needless to say, he was the first to leave that evening, packing his stuff in a rush just so he wouldn’t intrude for much longer.

As he walked home, Simon tried to reflect on what could be the reason behind him suddenly getting so upset over a sign of affection - he witnessed it all the time. Strangers out in public were hugging, holding hands, kissing and always making out. It was easy to dissociate from random strangers. The dissociation became harder the moment it was one of his closest comrades who found his soulmate. The way he talked about her with the boys, the tone of his voice when he called her just to hear how her day was, the newly found glimpse of courage in his eyes each time they were about to enter the battlefield… That was the moment Simon halted and took in a sharp breath.

This, this was the root of the problem, Simon realized. What they had was, to a tee, something Simon longed for in his deepest, darkest fantasies - someone to lean into, someone to laugh about everyday ordinary bollocks with, someone to dance to tacky songs with. Someone to hold, cherish and love for the rest of his life. That one special lass who’d be waiting for him at their apartment after a long deployment. The one who’d love his face no matter how many scars would pile up on it in the coming years. Someone he could cook with, and share his space with without fear or regrets. And maybe even… Simon shook his head. No, imagining a smaller version of himself running around the apartment was a bit too far-fetched, even for him. He could barely imagine dating, so jumping straight to kids was a rather rushed conclusion. This was his little impossible fantasy that was to never come true.

The older Simon got, the louder this longing got - the harder it was to ignore. He wasn’t getting any younger, it felt like he was running out of time. Not ever building himself a proper future was something he thought he was already settled with... But now that MacTavish got himself something Simon would trade his existence for, and it seemed to be working seemingly flawlessly… Why couldn’t Simon do the same? Could he still excuse his loneliness with his work? Hardly, Johnny was making it work even through their occupation. Maybe it was time to pour himself a glass of wine - Simon Riley was unable to start and maintain a meaningful human connection. As soon as he got intimate with anyone outside his unit, all of his alarms started to ring and red flags rose before he and the person got truly intimate. Knowingly, he forbade himself from such a life, mainly due to his duty to the crown. Another fact playing a huge role in all of this was his past and all the demons that refused to stay hidden in the shadows.

Poor Cassie was hot on her heels to bring the boys a pie she baked later in the evening - she approached Simon and apologized for the night before. She didn't know if she'd done something inappropriate to upset him or if she said something wrong... But the pie symbolized a peace offering. The white flag of truce, that's how Cassie phrased it. Poor lass didn't know it was Simon roasting himself mentally. She had nothing to do with his temper or bad mood. If anything, it would've been more appropriate for Simon to bake at least three pies for her. She deserved it more. Each time Ghost thought of this moment, recalling as Cassie watched him with tears in her eyes hoping she'd be forgiven for nothing, he had to smile. He made a new friend that morning. A genuine friend outside the unit - now, Cassie checked on him regularly, always trying to woo super-secret information out of him, something dragging him for a hangout with her and Johnny. Sometimes, Cassie would succeed with extorting the information even out of someone as stoic as Simon was (for example, Cassie was one of the only two people who knew about Simon's soft spot for kittens and puppies), sometimes she'd 'fail miserably', to quote her (she once tried to ask about the type of women Simon was into, possibly leading into setting up a date for him if he wasn't careful enough).

One question still remained - why, for the love of God, was Simon chosen to keep MacTavish company while he picks out the bouquet of flowers for his proposal? Why did Johnny honour him by giving him the position of the cameraman? It was around noon. By this point, Johnny had shoved the diamond ring in Simon's face at least fifteen times. This morning alone. Simon hadn't even bothered counting how many times he saw the small piece of jewellery in the past months during their deployment. Soap kept the ring on him the entire time, telling the lads that Cassie would love the idea of him holding onto the ring during the most intense moments of his life. MacTavish proclaimed this a sign of devotion and love, Riley a sign of idiocy and madness.

“Are you sure we’re heading in the right direction?” - The masked man asked his comrade as he watched him shove the ring back into his jacket. Soap glanced at him mindlessly, looking around for a bit. “Positive, Ghost. My soon-to-be mum-in-law tipped me off to go to this particular shop on this particular day. There’s this genius florist whom she orders bouquets from all the time, said they were the nicest she’d ever seen. Should be riiiiight…” - MacTavish checked his phone again, poking his head around the corner to see if he was right. - “There.”

Both army men stopped in their tracks to look at the flower shop properly. The place looked awfully inviting and sunny even though it was located five minutes away from Soho. This place simply begged for the standbys to look inside and give it a try, it asked to be explored. The shop bore similarity to an intimate greenhouse in the middle of the concrete jungle of London. Ghost immediately noticed that even most people visiting the café on the other side of the street glanced inside the secluded space dreamily. The greenhouse wasn't walled off by concrete, instead, huge portions of said walls were made out of glass, showing the ridiculous amount of flowers, decorations and fairy lights hung all over the interior. Among cut flowers, the shop also offered a fair amount of succulents and exotic flowers delicately placed into either elegant or colourful, almost childish pots. Amid this chaos, there was a desk, a countertop to be precise, with azure colour painted all across it. Name of the flower shop? Rosemary’s. Simply Rosemary’s. Who was Rosemary? No clue.

The two gentlemen entered the shop while chatting, making sure to close the door behind them - the weather was cold and gloomy, and there was this omnipresent darkness even though it was barely 1 p.m. Funnily enough, the mood outside didn’t make it inside in any way, shape of form. The temperature and humidity were taken up to 11 inside the shop, presumably to keep all the exotic plants and succulents in good shape. The cut flowers didn't seem to mind at all, they looked perfectly fresh - as if the florist had just come back from picking them on a meadow.

To be honest, Simon never appreciated places like these. He preferred his shops of choice dark and anonymous, places where no one could recognise him. He preferred to be just a face in the crowd, even though his baklava made him stick out like a sore thumb most of the time. In his eyes, these shops always came across as a tidbit tasteless. On top of that, the mentioned so-called florist genius was playing some tacky 2010s playlist, seemingly grooving to it while walking around the shop, checking on the flowers. - "I'll be right with ya, gentlemen! Just need to find a white ribbon in the back!"

The bouquet on the countertop, of course, Simon assumed. She needed it to finish MacTavish's order - the main skeleton was already being put together with white roses, pure white Transvaal daisies and the brightest lillies Simon ever laid his eyes upon. From the intel he gathered, MacTavish and this mysterious florist spent hours discussing the meaning and design of the bouquet, each flower spelling out different meanings and promises. Promises for Cassie which Johnny meant to keep. What were the meanings and promises? Sadly, Ghost didn't remember a word from Soap's comprehensive speech. Next to the skeleton of the flower, there were also a few decorations laid out as if the florist couldn't precisely decide which to pick. If Simon had to pick, he would go for the small branches spray painted to a subtle silver colour with pears glued on. He'd rather let the florist decide, though.

As Simon wandered off, looking at all the types of succulents, he almost missed a small ball of energy running between his legs. After he looked down and focused on it, he realized it was just a little puppy. A very energetic one... A very happy one, to say the least. "Hey, miss?" - He cried out, catching both her and MacTavish's attention. The moment Johnny set his eyes on the dog, he lowered himself down, letting out a sigh of adoration. The puppy didn't waste a second before running off to Johnny's arms, enjoying all the pets and scratches it got out of him. Simon let out a silent chuckle as he watched one of his best friends mumbling nonsense to the puppy, being enamoured by it. - "Is this puppy yours?" "Oh, yes, I'm so sorry. Does it bother you?" "Not in the slightest!" - Johnny cried out happily, picking the dog into his arms.

Finally, you walked out of the facilities, closing the door behind you, white expansive ribbon in your palm. Seeing that your puppy is in good hands, you knew you didn't have to take it back there just yes. "How can I help you today, gentleman?" - You asked, smiling widely at them. Since this was none of Simon's business, he continued with looking at all the types of succulents Rosemary's had on display, listening to your conversation with Johnny. - "Are we looking for any special flowers? For your mum perhaps? Or something more... Special? For a girlfriend, maybe? I can make it all happen." "Actually, name's MacTavish? The bouquet you're finishing should be the one I ordered a week ago, yeah?" "Is it already 1 p.m.?" - You mumbled back in utter horror, presumably checking your wristwatch. As you gasped and started giggling nervously, it could be heard you were unnerved. - "I'm so sorry Mr. MacTavish. I should've had your order ready, but Bonnie gave me a run for my money earlier this morning. She wasn't feeling too good and I was scared because she's just a puppy... And now I'm just late for everything and looking like a blithering idiot. But yes, this is the bouquet, it should be ready in the next ten to fifteen minutes." "This little rascal gave you that much trouble, eh? Who could be even remotely mad at this little bundle of joy?" - MacTavish continued fluently, lovingly caressing the puppy. - "Also, that works for me, then. Me and the arse over there wanted to go for a cuppa anyway. Now, we have an excuse for it."

"Mhm." - You agreed. - "The café on the other side of the street is a killer. I'd kill for their croissants and chai latté, trust me. You're in for a treat..." - Then, both you and Johnny tailed off the rails, talking about Bonnie and her stomach ache. In the spawn of a minute, MacTavish jumped to your music choice - asking about what were you listening to. With a quiet giggle, you told him it was some mid-2010s band Simon had probably never heard about. "Really?" - John wondered, laughing unbelievably. - "Haven't heard them in ages! Wow, I feel ancient. I used to love them." "Sex on Fire is their biggest hit, in my opinion, but I could name a few..." - That was when Simon turned around to tell MacTavish they should leave you to your work if he wants the fucking bouquet finished today. That was when he first laid his eyes on you. Properly. Without your back turned to him or being hidden away inside the employees' facility.

The was... Something. Something in the way your expression changed as you spoke with Johnny, laughing at his responses. The lights flashing in your eyes revealed all the passion and thoughtfulness that you neatly hid away. Something in the way your body moved on its own as you gestured; Simon liked this part of you. It felt warm, inviting and welcoming, friendly almost... Even though you had never met Johnny in your life, you've chatted about like a pair of old friends. It was the complete opposite of all the feelings Simon's presence evoked. Something so delightful and beautiful about the way you presented yourself, about your hairstyle, the glasses framing your face, the way your working apron sat on your body, showing the white t-shirt tucked under as well as the jeans pants poking from under it. There was a moment when Simon's body forgot how to breathe entirely. The whole entirety of you was absolutely fucking stunning. This was Simon's first impression of you summed up.

That was when you looked back at him, still smiling from ear to ear. The world froze for a second and stopped turning as Simon stared at you intensely, knitting his brows together, puzzled at all the intense emotions tingling and brewing inside his chest. As Simon blinked, he realized you were clearly talking to him. "Are you okay?" - You asked, giggling nervously. This brought MacTavish's attention to Simon as well. John smiled his way, still cradling Bonnie in his arms. "Oh, he does this all the time. Don't worry about it, he's actually a sweetheart." - The other part Johnny whispered to you, making you laugh as you shook your head.

As you watched Simon back, there was something about the intensity in his stare. It was probably caused by his baklava - you couldn't see his expression, therefore you only had to judge his mood based on his warm brown eyes and light eyebrows knitted together. The intensity of said stare was powered by the frame and sheer size of this guy - not that you'd be the smallest bean walking the Earth, but there was something unnerving about the sheer size of his upper body, noticeably his arms. These bad boys seemed like they wouldn't have trouble smashing a pumpkin if he wanted to. And let's not start on his fucking thighs hugged by shabby, comfy pair of jeans. Naturally, MacTavish's 'he's actually a sweetheart' didn't have the intended calming effect.

"I was going to say that we better go fetch that cuppa if you'd like your bouquet done today." - Ghost spoke out finally, praying that his voice wouldn't give up on him now. - "All your bloody fucking blabbering keeps the poor lass away from work." "Oh, you're probably right, yeah." - MacTavish agreed, looking down at Bonnie. Simon heard you chuckle at their friendly banter; the sound made one corner of Simon's mouth twitch upwards. - "Would your mummy let you out for a short walkie with your newest uncle, huh?" - The man mumbled, glancing over at you. Even before Ghost said a word, you could see him performing a well-trained, yet nonetheless impressive eye-roll upon Johnny's words. "I wouldn't entrust this man with an animal. He'll refuse to give it back, he always does." - Simon butted in and gave Bonnie a scratch because she, indeed, was too adorable. You didn't answer Johnny's request, you simply fetched the leash from your backpack. "Bonnie has a great judge of character... Well, better than her mum anyway. I'll let my girly out with you under one condition - you'll stay right in my field of sight so I know she's safe, yeah? Don't forget I have your number, Mr MacTavish." - The last part was said in the sweetest tone imaginable, but your expression was warning Johnny, promising him many consequences in case anything happened to the dog. As expected from a soldier, Johnny saluted you, adding a: "Ma'am, yes, ma'am" before departing by Simon's side.

Around fifteen minutes had passed since the two left you to work - now, both of them were standing outside, at the edge of your vision field hidden away from the other customers. They each bought themselves a hot drink to sip on as they watched over Bonnie being the most adorable and curious little bean. The feelings tightening around Simon's chest were too much to simply breathe through. Even though he wasn't the happiest about this bad habit of his, he was now smoking a cig with his baklava slightly lifted up. Johnny knew better than to look at him, even though there wasn't much to see other than Ghost's lips and his chin glazed by light stubble.

"Did we get it right?" - Johnny wondered quietly, checking the receipt stapled onto a small paper bag he was holding in his palm. Simon glanced over at his comrade, too preoccupied with watching you at work. There was a furrow on your face as you tied the ribbon around the base masterfully, finishing your last touches; to Simon's pleasure, you went for the elegant silver branched, masterfully sliding in one after one, entwining in an enchanting way. Your lips were moving - either you talked to yourself while you worked or you sang along to yet another tacky song on your playlist. "Croissants and chai latté, that's what she said." - Simon let out almost thoughtlessly, being positive this was the go-to order you told Johnny about. Even though he met you ten minutes ago, this piece of information immediately carved itself into the back of Simon's mind.

As the two army men walked inside the warm, fuzzing café, their eyes fell on the menu immediately. There were so many forms of coffee to choose from, and the variety of coffee beans made the choice even more difficult. While Johnny loved coffee, especially the smell of it in the morning, Simon preferred tea. Not that he wouldn't go for coffee every once in a while, but... That was why he stuck to your recommendation. "How may I help you?" - The barista asked, not even bothering to hide that the sight of Simon unnerved her. Nothing to wonder about, Simon gave strong robber vibes to most of the people he met. "Hello. I'd like to order a chai latté, heard a lot of praises 'bout it." - He mumbled loud enough for the lady to head it through the baklava. - "... Actually, make it two. Two large chai lattés and... Are you out of croissants? Can't see them anywhere." "You're lucky, sir. We just finished baking a fresh batch, right from the oven. How many would you like?" "Four, thank you." - Simon ended the exchange, putting the payment on the countertop without waiting for the change back. The barista's behaviour towards Johnny switched a complete 180° - even more so thanks to the cute puppy in his arms. Soon enough, MacTavish joined Simon in the order queue, both men holding a small pink paper with their order summary on it.

"I've never seen you eat croissants." - Johnny remarked matter-of-factly. Simon didn't respond straight away, shrugging his shoulders at first. "It's not for me." - He explained simply. "... Never seen you drink chai latté either. Were you even aware of its existence?" "The florist talked highly of it and I wasn't in the mood for coffee. Also, she let you borrow her dog, figured would be a nice gesture to repay her somehow." - Again, enough of a simple explanation... Except for all the ulterior motives brewing right under the surface. "I see, you're right, as usual. Should've thought of that, mate. Let's hope we got her order right." - Johnny wondered. Simon hummed, not giving MacTavish any sort of an answer. Simon was positive the order was right - the entire conversation you and Johnny had was itched into the back of his brain.

"We got it right, I'm assuring you for the thousandth and last time." "Right, right." - Johnny waved him off, picking Bonnie off the ground - the puppy was now super-dirty and wet since it devoted its energy to running through every puddle in their radius. - "Hadn't seen you smoking in a long time. Something on your mind, beautiful?" "Not much just stressed about my performance." - Simon replied, his tone of voice not giving MacTavish much room for thought. "Hm?" - Johnny wondered. - "As in the tests or..." "I'm a shit cameraman." - Ghost admitted quietly. For a bit, there was comfortable silence between the two old pals before Johnny started snickering to himself. "For all I care, film your devilishly handsome face for the sake of it, I'll be equally happy with simply having the audio. Even just the part where Cassie says yes." "Oh, now you have an idea for what you're gonna get as your wedding gift." "Now I'm scared, Ghost." "Three whole seconds of my face in its full glory, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, won't ever show it to you again." "Well, that's honouring. Cassie will be so jealous, I'll tell you that much." "Awh, no, the bride gets to see my devilishly handsome face anytime she asks me to." "Cheeky little bastard." - Johnny laughed, watching as your palm skillfully wrapped the bouquet into a protective foil. In a few minutes, you were to be done and the delivery would be completed. After this, there wasn't a singular reason Simon could bump into you 'accidentally'. He wasn't much of a flower guy, mainly due to being deployed for long periods of time. If he were to buy flowers, he wouldn't have anyone to ask to take care of them. By all means, these plants would be better off with anyone else than Simon.

"This thing that the bonnie wee lass said stuck in my head." - Johnny admitted suddenly, capturing Simon's attention. Again, he didn't look his way but hummed so MacTavish would know he was listening. - "The puppy is a good judge of character... Better than her mum anyway." "She could mean anything by that." "Do you think someone's troubling her?" - MacTavish wondered out loud. When the florist said this, Simon simply assumed she was making a subtle joke. The connotations Johnny gave to the statement... Was someone troubling you? Was it a personal dispute? Was it a guy that's been bothering you? Or was just MacTavish whisking some drama that wasn't real to begin with? "I'd assume that's not exactly our business, mate. We might be SAS, but that doesn't mean we have to mingle with every personal dispute we come across." - Simon answered after taking a moment to think it through. Johnny nodded in agreement - what Simon said was reasonable. "All and all, the florist was right. The puppy has a great judge of character, isn't that right?" - The last part was meant for the puppy as MacTavish lowered his head, nuzzling its wet fur with his nose. "Now that's narcissistic." - Ghost remarked, amusement clear in his voice. "I'm talking about how it nearly peed your pants with excitement. This little bundle of joy instantly adored you." - Johnny concluded, watching as Simon flicked the cig. - "We should go. The florist seems to be done."

The result was otherworldly. Any woman would be lucky to receive this bouquet - it was done with a lot of care, attention and balance, and even the smallest details bore signs of being masterfully crafted. "How did you manage to craft this?" - MacTavish breathed out in awe, letting Bonnie off the leash - the pup immediately ran to greet you, wettening your jeans in the process. Simon, even though he wouldn't assume himself to be appreciative of any sort of art, couldn't but stare at it. While he let Johnny do the talking, Simon drowned his sight in you and your masterpiece; the way your eyes lit up upon seeing Johnny's reaction, the wave of giddiness taking over you when he started wowing and swing made him smile under the baklava. "A lot of patience, studies, practice..." - You named out, laughing. - "... To be frank, it's just that I know that my art will make someone very happy. I tend to pour a lot of energy into each bouquet that I sell. Maybe a bit too much at times, but the results are always worth the time and effort." "What's the total?" - Johnny asked impatiently, pulling out his wallet. Cassie would be through the roof as soon as she laid her eyes on the flower, Johnny was sure of it. "Well, I did my best to cut on some costs, but it's still an eternal romance bouquet, so... 180 pounds." "Make it 210. Ms Y/L/N... This is incredible. I can see why my mum-in-law talked about you this highly. She's a regular and she insisted that you, and only you, could make a bouquet for this occasion. As per usual, she was right."

"Mums-in-law love to hear they're right, you're on the right track here. Also, that's very kind of her. Might I ask... I don't want to pry, but who's the bouquet for? I might know the lucky gal since you've mentioned her mum is a regular?" - You wondered, counting the cash Johnny handed you. 30 pounds in tips sure was nice... Nothing you'd personally agree with, though. It was sweet that Mr MacTavish was this happy about the result, but this amount was too high for your liking. Yet, when you tried to give the money back to him, Johnny just stubbornly slipped the tip right back to you.

"My fiancé-to-be is Cassie Neil. She's a Londoner through and through, but goddamnit, she reeled my arse right in." "You're joking! No way..." - The shock in your voice was immeasurable as you opened your mouth in disbelief. - "Me and Cass were high school classmates! Until she left to study in France, we'd been best friends. We're still in touch, not as much as we used to be, though. Sometimes, she stops by to say hi, bringing me some of her famous gingerbread. The last time she stopped by, she blabbered about a Scot who stole her heart away. You must be the mysterious man." As you've said, Cass stopped by recently, maybe around a month ago, going off about this Johnny guy whom she'd been seeing for the past ten months. She mentioned that he was military, a part of the SAS - she explained that their speciality is close combat and hostage rescue. Presumably, Mr MacTavish and his buddy were both a part of it... That explained the baklava covering the man's face. "Oh, so you're the mysterious Y/N! My name's Johnny, love, hi. Wondered to whom she brings the best pieces in the batch." "What a coincidence..." - You giggled, your face getting flushed. - "If I'd knew you'd been sent by good old Mrs Neil, I'd give you a discount. I feel so stupid now."

"Nonsense." - Simon suddenly chimed in, making both of you look up to him. It was highly uncommon for Simon to speak out of terms, the self-control coming with a lieutenant position often held him back. If anything, Johnny believed that Simon is more of an 'I'll say my peace after the rest is said and done' kind of guy. - "Your work's valued exactly how it should be. I don't know much about flower arranging, but this is a masterpiece by all means. There is no reason for a discount. We've, ugh... By the way, we've got you something over at the bakery." - The man added, handing you the paper bag. "Um, thank you for the compliment, sir. Wait... Is this what I think it is?" - Excitedly, you accepted the paper bag right out of Simon's hand; when your skin brushed his, he felt a spark of electricity running right through. It left behind a trace of enjoyable tingling lingering on his skin.

You, on the other hand, didn't seem to notice, being over the moon thanks to their generosity. - "Get outta here, you guys are the best. Hadn't even time to order a takeout, so these will come in handy. Thank you so much." "Ghost here said it's for entrusting us with your sweet little puppy." - Johnny explained, carefully accepting the bouquet you handed over to him. Both of you concentrated on the task at hand while still chatting. "If lending you my pup makes you guys buy me lunch each time, you might as well walk her every day." - You chuckled. Bonnie, as if she sensed she was the topic of conversion, stumbled onto the scene and started to nuzzle Simon's boots once more. This time, however, her look of adoration was too much - the man kneeled and started to pet her. You'd both taken note of the action, smiling without commenting on it. - "But no, you might not keep her, Mr MacTavish." "Oh, jobby. I'll try another time then." - Johnny laughed. - "Also, my lass's friends are friends of mine. Call me Johnny." - The man said, offering you his palm. Without too much thought, you shook it.

"Name's Y/N, hi." - You said, still smiling from ear to ear. Then, you turned your attention to Simon since it would be rather inappropriate to just leave him out. - "And you might be?" As Simon looked at your palm, he tried to figure out which name should he give you - Lieutenant Riley? No, that would make him an egotistical jerk. Simon? No, that would be too personal. Ghost was all that remained as an acceptable option. - "Ghost, a pleasure to meet you." "Pleasure's on my side, Ghost. The two of you gotta let me know how it all went. Every last bit of detail, deal? Also, tell Cassie I'm happy for her and send my best regards. This is huge news." "I'll entrust Ghost with showing you the footage. Or stop by myself. He's my cameraman." - MacTavish explained simply, having Simon grunt in agreement. With a quiet 'awwww', you nodded - suddenly, Ghost's presence made a whole lot more sense. The man didn't appear to be comfortable inside Rosemary's, he seemed like he didn't want to be there. The two must've been great friends, then; usually, the cameramen went on to be the best men. "That's nice of you, Ghost. Also, it's assuring to know both Johnny and Cass have the best people looking out for them."

"We should be on our merry way now. You better make sure you're free this time around next year." - Johnny exclaimed, half-jokingly. - "In one year's time to the day, I'm making this lass my wife." "Is this an invitation or a job offer?" "Could we make it both, Y/N?" "That would be great. Can't wait to hear from you! Bye!"

The entire proposal went wonderfully - Cassie's sister came along, and Kyle and Price also took part in it since Cassie wholeheartedly believed that Johnny's unit was like his family and believed this would be simply a "dinner". Simon was smiling under his baklava the entire time, watching both of his best friends slowly becoming a mumbling, sniffling, crying happy mess. Simon filmed the entirety of it, he also made sure he'd have the best angle possible. Of course, Cassie immediately let out a shaky 'Of course, you dimwit' before hugging Soap passionately. Now, all of them were sitting around the table while waiting for their dinner to arrive. Johnny invited everyone for a glass and some food in one of the more expansive spots in London, making sure this would be a night to remember. Cassie and Nelly were all over the bouquet, gushing over how perfect it was.

Ghost was talking to Price, ensuring he wouldn't have time to talk to Nelly. While he adored Cass from the bottom of his heart, Simon was well aware of the reasoning for Nelly joining them - Cassie had been trying to hook the two up for a fair share of time by that point. As soon as Johnny started talking about the florist and her masterpiece, Simon's ears sharpened, and the conversation between him and Price was long forgotten. "Who made it?" - Cassie gushed with adoration, carefully caressing one of the silver-coated branches woven into between the flowers. "A friend of yours worked on it." - Johnny teased, winking in her direction. - "Your mum referenced Rosemary's and once I saw it, I had to give the props. Y/N is a fuckin' genius." - He explained, smiling happily upon seeing Cassie's mouth open wide.

"That explains everything." "Hell yeah." - Nelly chimed in, nodding. - "I remember when she started to fiddle around with flowers back when she and sis went to high school together. Even back then, her bouquets were just... Different. Always hoped the guy I dated would buy me on hers. Hadn't been that lucky so far." - She mumbled, shooting a quick glance over to Simon. As previously, he did his best to ignore Nelly's advances; it almost felt like Nelly was trying to give Simon a tip about how to impress her. As if. "Never got an answer to why that was, though. Y/N can barely keep up a serious face and hates accepting praises and compliments. The only explanation she ever meant was 'It's because I talk to the flowers, and they carry out my best wishes to whoever they are given to', I think." - Cassie sighed dreamily, playing with the engagement ring on her finger. Oh. The way your lips moved gently as you were finishing the bouquet, Simon recalled - you did talk to your flowers. - "Ugh, I awfully miss her at times. Petty she's so reluctant to go out with me lately, we used to be best friends. I'll have to give her a call."

Upon hearing this, Johnny glanced over to Simon quickly, he didn't even need to add anything. ... better than her mum is, anyway. Reluctance to go out with someone you used to be extremely close to even though you and Cass still felt good about your friendship. Do you think someone's troubling her? Knowing Y/N's best friend was safe made her genuinely relieved. Perhaps, there was something about the sentence after all. "We can invite her to our next hangout?" - Johnny offered immediately, having Cassie's face lit up. "You wouldn't mind?" "No!" - Johnny exclaimed. - "The lass seems fun, I already told her that the friends of my friends are my friends too... And I promised that I'd do my damnest to steal her dog away from her, have you seen that bonnie little she-devil?"

As the dinner carried on, the conversation was lively, flowing very nicely. After getting his hands on his glass of whiskey, Simon tuned out the surroundings, to be honest. His brain registered their laughter and chatter, but it felt as if his head was stuck under the water - he was going over Y/N, and he couldn't get her out of his head. Everything about her was freaking Simon out - the sound of her voice, her laughter and giggles, the curve and apparently plushness of her lips. The joy radiating out of her upon watching Johnny in awe. A hint of softness upon realizing why Ghost was accompanying his comrade - a glimpse of interest, he realized as he finished the glass, putting it back on the table. It could be the slight kick of the alcohol or his imagination making it up, but he'd swear he saw a glimpse of interest in your eyes. Pushing forward and drinking some more, Simon's brain kept trying to decipher the throwaway line that could be meant as a joke - ... better than her mum, anyway. It was decided right there and then.

Simon would try his best to create a situation in which you'd accidentally bump into each other just so he could see you again.

[silver-samurai]

[OC INTERVIEW: Eito "V"]

V: ...Are you a fucking badge?

Interviewer: No?

V: *scans* ...............I see. Go on if you must.

NICKNAME:

V will suffice. And, you may have heard of this... "Yurasaka" netrunner or som'thing? That's also me.

GENDER:

Technically cis male, but I don't care too much.

STAR SIGN:

I don't believe in star signs or shit like that, but if you really care that much, I'm a Libra - at least, this is what Misty told me.

HEIGHT:

Never checked and never cared about, but I must be taller than standard oriental people. I should ask Vik.

ORIENTATION:

Males only, better if bottom. Sorry ladies.

NATIONALITY/ ETHNICITY:

Pure-breed japanese, my parents were obsessed with this lineage. Guess I can also be considered half-american by now... Not that I like it.

FAVE FRUIT:

Bet you never heard of Hatsukoi no Kaori Ichigo. You can't find these randomly in the streets of course... Fuckin' rare and expensive, way more than regular fruits. Used to eat tons of these as a kid.

FAVE SEASON:

Between Autumn and Winter. Can't tell why I appreciate the vibe this much.

FAVE FLOWER:

There are too many, no clue. Anything, as long as it doesn't stink like hell.

FAVE SCENT:

Huh... Does the smell of new tech parts have a specific name?

Interviewer: Nope. Is it similar to a new car?

V: Kinda. I know it's a mix of gasses coming from the parts that have been treated, and expand a little over time with heat. Love it.

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

Green tea in particular, but I do appreciate coffee. They can both be rich enough. No sugar of course.

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

Mh. 3 or 4, maybe...? Nah, must be less...

DOG OR CAT PERSON:

I have a cat, an old rockerboy and a fuckin' iguana if they both count as dogs.

Interviewer: ...Sorry but, this doesn't answer the question.

V: I know.

DREAM TRIP:

I know of places in north Europe where you can see aurorae... Looks so unreal, yet so fascinating, that I must see that with my own eyes.

FAVE FICTIONAL CHARACTER:

The terrorist in my head wasn't fictional, he'd be the one. Well, Japan has a pretty interesting folklore around youkai... mh. Is the Gashadokuro a "fictional" character?

NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH:

If Johnny counts, 4. If he doesn't, 2.

RANDOM FACT:

I have no idea where my parents were buried. I know that they died and how, but nothing more. I plan to find out, visit their tomb - 'cause I'm sure it's something too monumental to ignore, stare at their awful holo faces and spit on them wishing they can come alive in their damn coffins and die again. Just for the hell of it.

This was kinda funny alright :)

Tagging without pressure: @totentnz, @koda-shoulda-woulda-but-didnt, @vince-linder and anyone that'd like to do this!

[valeriesilverhand]

Ty @zinkleberg for tag <3. 

Tagging @miss--river and @genocidalfetus

NIGHT CITY N54 INTERVIEW

Name?

V, just V. Only somebody who knows me real well gets to call me Valerie.

Nicknames?

Panam calls me, Dust Bunny, Dust Buns… or most affectionately, Beast… Ah Sisterly love…don't ask. 

And of course, Johnny has a long list of em now - Gonkbrain, Chonk (since I eat more than he can) Merc, Floofy, Floof and on those rare occasions when he's in his feelings; Baby Doll, Love, Mrs. Silverhand, and of course; Princess. 

Gender?

Female

Star sign?

October 12th, Libra. A direct quote from my friend Misty,

“You are romantic, imaginative, and focused, and you often brainstorm ideas that will make you successful in life. It is a month of energy, friendship, and affection. As a result of this number, you are logical, realistic, and sensible.”

She forgot, “funny AF,” and “one hell of good shot.” ;-)

Height?

5’10” flat footed, but with heels I'm through the god damn roof. 

Orientation?

Engram rockerboys….

Nationality?

NUSA. American. Born and raised in that California desert.

Favourite fruit?

Fruit? As in the stuff that synth paste is supposed to taste like? I like the watermelon flavor best? Wonder what actual watermelons were like…

Favourite season?

I'd grew up constantly sweaty in tank tops and cut offs… So now I prefer any day I can wear a leather jacket. Bring on the rain. 

Favourite flower?

I'd rather Johnny bring home pizza than flowers… can that be my answer? 

Favourite scent?

Leather, smoke, mezcal or good tequila… oh no… 

Coffee or tea?

Japanese tea. I do like coffee but I have a weak heart… among other things these days. 

Average hours of sleep?

Shit. I have no average. I'm a bit of a binge sleeper… I'll go without much for days and days and then crash for an obscene number of hours. 

Dog or cat person?

Grew up with a stray that wandered into our nomad camp. He was my beloved best friend. Dogs are now a rare commodity in NC, only the richest can afford the fees. Maybe one day though, I'll make it big enough that I can have a dog again. 

Dream trip?

I'd love to swim in clean clear water that isn't contaminated. I've seen photos of a few tropical places that are still preserved… Yeah, I’d like to see that. 

Favourite fictional character?

Just one? I have so many. I'm big retro film buff - love the real old classics my grandparents were into. Some favs of are, Foxy Brown, Ellen Ripley, Tank Girl (Rebecca), Leeloo, Beatrix Kiddo, Imperator Furiosa, and Sarah Conner (my choom, Vian turned me on to her!) 

Number of blankets you sleep with?

⅓ of one because Johnny is fuckin blanket hog. 

Random fact?

Have some informal ballet training passed down from my mother who learned from her grandmother who danced professionally and toured around the country. I like to think the skill keeps me light on my feet and flexible - but Johnny says it makes me look too dainty with a gun. 😡 

(pic credit: Nico | Aquelyras)

[theflyingfeeling]

it's my day off and I have already had one formal phone call and I'm now waiting for my new desk chair to be ready for pickup and I had an exhaustive day yesterday hosting vaalikahvit for five adults, one toddler and two dogs, so may I pleeeeaaaaaasssseeee get to fuck around and imagine blorbo nonsense and draft an AU fic I'll never write because I still haven't made that sideblog for this kinda shit instead of doing anything useful?? 😩🙏

so today I'm thinking of a no-band-AU semi-inspired by this post I made a week ago

in which Olli and Aleksi have recently moved in together in their new fancy house and they're so happy and in love and having a lot of sex (yes this is an important plot detail 🥰)

(spoiler alert: there is no plot. not even a little bit (hence I won't be writing this))

their relationship had a controversial start because they were still dating other people when they fell in love

Joonas is pining for Joel who's in a toxic on/off relationship with Samy

Joel may be struggling with something else too idk haven't decided, but Joonas is there for him always and he loves Joel so so much

as for Tommi and Niko: maybe Tommi and Olli used to be an item at some point, although he's not the one Olli broke up with to be with Aleksi

and maybe Joonas and Niko had something going on but Niko ended it because he saw how in love with Joel Joonas was

so Niko and Tommi have lots of deep discussions about whether it's weird for Tommi to see Olli with Aleksi (not really because it's been a while and he can see how happy Olli is now (way happier than he was with his previous partner))

and about how it is for Niko to see Joonas suffering so much because of Joel (it's hard but there's not much niko can do about it is there)

and yeah they end up spending the night together at some point 👀 they decide to keep it casual and low-key though so they tell no one

eventually it becomes maybe a little more than just friends hooking up but they're still sorta chill about it and it feels very natural (for Tommi it's better than the random one-night-stands he's been having and for Niko it's definitely better than worrying about Joonas all time time)

and yeah, as it is a non-band-AU I've also given some thought to what they all could be doing instead of being in a band (which is my favourite part of non-band-AUs hehe)

first of all, Tommi is a paramedic because I recently re-watched this old interview in which they all tell the what they'd be doing for a living if they weren't musicians in a band and that's Tommi's answer

ngl it would be kinda funny if I gave everyone the occupation they mention in the video but I think 'gravedigger' for Niko would be a tad too gloomy for the purposes of this AU lol, so he's a writer. a struggling one maybe, but still, and he spends a lot of time in his head (very in-character I knoooooooww <3)

Olli is a graphic designer at a... ummm... a place where graphic designers work? idk just some company, he works from home a lot (so that he can have sex with his bf during his breaks)

Aleksi is still a producer, has a fancy-ass studio in the house. Robin is one of the artists he works with, because of course he is

Olli and Aleksi secretly want to ask Robin if he'd be up for a threesome but he's a literal puppy and oblivious and they don't know how to bring it up lol

and maybe Johnny's Aleksi's co-producer and they also fantasize about having threesome with him 😂 sorry yes they are very horny and kinky in this AU

not sure what Joel and Joonas could be doing, but I like to imagine them as co-workers in some kinda music business or whatever. maybe they're also roommates, just to make it extra painful for Joonas 😭 and maybe Joel is a musician on the side (plays covers at bars etc.), because I simply can't imagine him another career than music

(Joonas goes to see his every single gig, sometimes without Joel knowing it)

a random "scene" I've thought of includes Niko and Joonas coming over to test the new sauna at the Matela-Kaunisvesi residence, but because Niko and Joonas feel awkward having sauna together, they end up mixing the pairs and so we have Aleksi and Niko having deep discussions in the sauna and Joonas and Olli talking about sex while waiting for their turn lol (they've been friends since forever and maybe had some experiments together when they were teens so it's very natural for them)

but yeah, the reason why I'm not writing this AU is because I have no clear plot for it 😔 but honestly? sometimes it's fun just creating these AUs and characters in my head 🥺

I wish I could write all these ideas into actual stories but I'm scared of biting off more than I can chew, so I intimidate and overwhelm myself from even giving it a fair try 😭

so that's it pretty much! if anyone wants to help me figure out an actual story idea out of this, you know where to find me 👋

next I think I'm gonna go keep on procrastinating by creating Olli & Aleksi's fancy-ass house on The Sims 4 byeeeeeee

[thebroccolination]

[Content Warning: sexual assault of minors]

There’s a documentary airing tomorrow on BBC2 about the late Johnny Kitagawa and the very open secret of the many sexual assault allegations against him.

For the uninitiated, Johnny was the founder and CEO of what I believe has been the most powerful music agency in Japan’s history. After founding the agency in 1962, Johnny and his sister Mary are known to have pulled a lot of questionable and downright abusive tactics to gain the amount of power J&A has enjoyed over the Japanese media industry.

Since their influence has been waning over the past decade or so, it’s difficult to explain concisely how strong they were, especially in the nineties and early aughts.

Like, companies were forbidden from using the idols’ images without express permission, so magazines would need to publish previews for upcoming issues featuring blacked-out silhouettes of the idols.

The point was to make J&A idols seem more exclusive and distant to augment their appeal, so only when the magazine was officially released were their images uncensored.

And of course, forever looming in the background were the ever-present allegations of sexual abuse by Johnny himself.

This isn’t in question, either. When detailed testaments from teenage boys were gathered and published in a massive expose by a well-known tabloid back in 1999, Johnny sued for defamation of character. Some of the charges—that J&A supplied minors with alcohol and drugs—were dropped. But the court found legitimacy in the sexual abuse charges. (The transcript is available in Japanese online somewhere, but I can’t remember where off the top of my head. I don’t remember if it was ever translated into English, but I’ll come back with a link if I find it.)

[Variety] Johnny Kitagawa: Power, Abuse, and the Japanese Omerta by Mark Schilling

Regardless, an official charge was never made, the public and fandom overlooked this open secret, and Johnny himself continued to live a wealthy and relatively secretive life behind the wall of his talents’ fame until his death in 2019 at the age of 87.

If you’re getting cult vibes from this, you’re drawing some sound conclusions

As an American fan who was once deep in the J&A fandoms of Tackey & Tsubasa, NEWS, Kanjani8, V6, KinKi Kids, etc.…this was a wild place to be in many ways.

From the outside, it’s probably simple enough to look at the facts and understand how clear-cut this is. Fans weren’t ignorant, either, and there was a persistent moral issue in supporting beloved idols while knowing that it led to a known abuser at the top.

And of course, not everyone believed or believes the allegations. Even if tomorrow’s documentary proves without doubt that Johnny Kitagawa sexually assaulted the children and teenagers under his power, there will always be defenders among the fanbase. At the lowest tier of morality, there will always be people whose personal comfort comes first, and rape is a big ole sad face threatening to ruin the flawless facade of Silly Handsome Rainbow Concert Land.

That said, I think what complicated things for a wide swath of the fanbase who did believe the allegations was how affectionately the idols themselves used to and still talk about Johnny. The man’s image for most fans was of an eccentric old man who had an acerbic sense of humor and spoke in random English snippets. “Did you see him?” an idol once asked the audience during a concert. “He was visiting backstage and said, ‘It’s hot out there today. They must be hot, those poor fans outside.’ So he took a box of bottled water and went to hand out waters to people.” Some fans exclaimed in recognition, and the idol laughed and said, “Someone remembers!” Because Johnny himself rarely appeared for interviews and released photos of himself only once every thousand years, the ongoing joke was that hardly anyone among the general public would have recognized this random old man as the mighty mogul of the music world. And because the idols themselves told such quirky stories, many fans chose to take the word of the idols they admired rather than confront the reality in newspapers.

While I lived in Japan, I rarely heard the allegations discussed, and whenever I brought it up among Japanese fans, the atmosphere got awkward and quiet until someone changed the subject. Worse was when I discussed it with members of the general public, many of whom seemed overwhelmingly aware but dismissive. “He’s a weird guy,” an older man once told me wryly. “Everyone knows he’s gay. That’s what they do.”

The subject of Johnny Kitagawa’s abuse is such a wide-reaching and nuanced subject, there’s no way the BBC documentary will be able to introduce Japan’s media culture, the entire J&A system, and the depth of Johnny’s abuse in an hour. But I’m relieved that it’s happening at all because for so, so long, the Japanese media has been unwilling to lose the money-making factory that is J&A by shining a spotlight on Johnny’s crimes, and so the victims of his abuse have been either ignored or reviled.

The thing to remember, I think, is the thing I keep coming back to. The vast majority of these idols joined J&A very young, and many of the older members in their twenties, thirties, and up have no other job experience to this day. Most have no university degree, and some never graduated or even attended high school. This is all some of them have, all they’ve ever had, and the sheer fear of needing to go into the job market at sixteen with nothing on your resume but junior high and “danced behind famous people for three years” in a country as stringent as Japan is unimaginable to me.

(TV Guide’s June 2000 cover featuring the Golden Era of Johnny’s Juniors, most of whom worked so extensively that they were unable to graduate high school or university. In more recent years, the agency has put stronger emphasis on Juniors pursuing their education.)

I don’t follow J&A idols anymore, but I imagine it’s less common today for someone to casually explain that he joined the agency at twelve to help support his struggling single mother and siblings. One of the saddest things I’ve ever heard Takizawa Hideaki say was how happy he was at fourteen when he realized he was among other boys whose fathers had abandoned their families. He grew up in poverty and joined J&A at thirteen, and if I start talking about his history with the agency I’ll never stop. (Thankfully, he and most of his generation have left the agency since Johnny’s death and are pursuing their own paths—though none that I’m aware of have spoken ill of their former boss.)

In the nineties, Juniors slept in two dormitories. Dormitory A was where the Juniors guaranteed to debut slept, and boys in Dormitory B knew it. The most famous boys living in the Kanto region—Takki, Tsubasa, Arashi, Yamapi, etc.—all lived in Dormitory A. After Shukan Bunshun published their expose, the dormitories were permanently closed down.

There’s no way to know what the silenced survivors have been through psychologically. Johnny himself is dead, so closure has to come from allowing the survivors heal however they need to. Japan is notoriously lacking in mental healthcare or awareness let alone compassion for sexual abuse survivors, so perhaps addressing that is the first step so they can find that closure privately.

In any case, the documentary airs tomorrow on BBC2, and I’ll be watching and hoping this is the first step in exposing the crimes committed and opening compassion for the survivors.

[simslegacy5083]

NSB (Straud Legacy) Gen 8 Ep. 99: A Warm Reception in New Appaloosa

At the nightclub after the reception the newlyweds had no trouble getting the dance floor all to themselves for their first dance.

Family and friends looked on as the couple joined hands, swaying to the classic country ballad they’d selected to symbolize their love for one another.

🎶 Better than I was, more than I am, and all of this happened by taking your hand… it’s Your Love, Just does something to me, sends a shock right through me, I can’t get enough…🎶 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2AJ4i4S_fP8

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Then it was time for everyone to boogey down. Given they were in cowpoke country they had to begin with some classic cowpoke dancing.

For such a large group of casual dancers the music kept them remarkably in sync and everyone had a lot of fun. After a few more songs Jack and Peachy invited some friends to join them at a large table in the back of the club to relax and rest their tired feet.

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As they often did when they met someone new, Peachy and the rest of the “Strangerville Four” couldn’t resist telling Jack’s old friend all about their epic defeat of the alien plant monster known as The Mother.

The group didn’t understand Karwan’s laugh or the meaningful look he exchanged with Jack. Karwan explained that his husband’s family had fought a similar battle centuries ago in their home nation and congratulated the men on their own historic victory. As Peachy excused himself to check on a sad looking Fabian across the room, he reflected that alien plant monsters must be a more widespread threat to the planet than he’d thought!

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At first, Fabian tried to brush Peachy’s inquiries off, not wanting to burden his buddy on his happy day.

Eventually he admitted that he was struggling in his career as a paranormal investigator. He’d worked hard to gain the license but while he loved the investigative side of things, he’d quickly found that the nighttime hours didn’t agree with him and frankly he scared too easily to enjoy most of his assigned cases.

Peachy was sad for his friend, but quickly told him that he was in a perfect position to help out. His current rank at the station came with a certain amount of influence. Peachy was sure with his good word and Fabian’s work history, he’d be able to get him a job on the force starting at a high level.

A grateful Fabian smiled widely and said a change would be fantastic. Peachy promised to set up an interview for him right after his honeymoon.

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As the night wore on the club started to fill up with strangers and unexpected faces from their past.

The first surprise came in the form of another random run-in with Johnny Zest. The immortal comedian recognized Peachy and teased him about having apparently lost his card. Peachy assured him that he would use it one day and rose to the challenge of proving he still had what it took to please a crowd.

Johnny got the manager to pause the music and announce his “special friend” as Peachy strutted up to the open mic and proceeded to improvise a smooth comedy set rooted in the happy memories and silly stories of growing up in a backwoods farm community very much like Chestnut Ridge.

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The next special guest to the party was one of Peachy’s famous ancestors. As the hour grew late a surprising number of ghosts joined the living, and Thorne made an unexpected appearance to congratulate his great grandson on his nuptials.

Settling at the back table Peachy introduced him around and Karwan was happy to explain that Jack and he both hailed from the SimNation across the way which had recently become an ally. The former National Leader grew engrossed in Karwan’s outline of the politics of his homeland as well as his and Elevan’s past and present work with the Supernatural party. As the pair wandered off, still chatting, their seat was taken by a very unwelcome face.

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Nancy Landgraab settled down boldly between the newlyweds, smiling as if they were old friends. Peachy returned her smile nervously, but Jack couldn’t muster up even a fake grin for the dirty actresses who had cost him his home and his job, no matter how well it all had worked out so far.

She congratulated them on the wedding she had not been invited to and made some references to their current positions at S.I.M.S and on the force to show she was keeping an eye on them. As Nancy wandered back to Geoffrey on the other side of the room, they wondered what to make of her visit.

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At the end of the evening Peachy and Jack grabbed some nectar, taking a seat on the back patio and turning the talk to plans for the next day.

August had rented a cabin for the newly married couple, himself, and Paul to go horseback riding the following morning before the newlyweds headed out to their honeymoon cabin at the falls. However, baby Denton’s early arrival left Paul preferring to skip the outing in favor of settling into his new home.

Seeing how well Karwan had gotten along with the brothers, Jack asked if he’d like to take the spare room and join them. Not one to pass up the opportunity for a ride Karwan quickly arranged to do just that and rose with the others to begin the short trek over to their rental cabin up on the bluffs.

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[northwest-cryptid]

Didn't think to add this but I kinda want to also say this so here we go:

"Hey I'm too shy to talk to you but I want to include a Native American in my work, what should I do?"

Easy, research! Seriously look us up! Just make sure your sources aren't some random middle aged white lady who thinks we're mystical werewolves or something, as a quick side note that whole thing is still hilariously stupid to me and I won't ever not bring it up because apparently the author interviewed real Native people and then decided to disregard everything they told her because it didn't fit her story, go figure. I cannot stress enough how much better it is if you at least attempt to give us an actual tribe and proper name and such. For the record I speak to plenty of Natives in my day to day life, you want to know what they're named? Like fuckin' Matthew and shit. Lakota people can have many names in some cases; some have names for different things in fact such as ceremonies and nicknames between friends; but a lot of us have very American names. No Native worth their salt is going to get mad at you for naming your Native character Johnny or something, however if you name him "Grey Eagle" I might question where you're getting your naming conventions and in that case you better have a good answer.

"Is it racist to make my Native character have tan/red skin?"

No, simply put it's absolutely not. However I want you to be aware that Native Americans range a lot in skin tone! I often get "you don't look like any Indian I've ever seen" and yea that's going to be the case if the only "Indians" you've seen are from old western movies. I've had Native friends be mistakenly called "African Americans" and I had to mention like "no actually he's just... American American, Native in fact." Some of us are very pale, and some of us are very dark. Most of us have dark hair, and the most mainstream of us have red skin so I wouldn't fault you any for it. Just maybe try to stay away from any racial stereotypes, this is another case of please do your research.

"Is there anything I should absolutely avoid doing?"

I've said it before and I'll say it again, DO NOT BE: Genshin Impact, who directly stated that the Hilichurl are directly referenced from Native Americans, including their "silly dances." DO NOT BE: Until Dawn, who said the words "The Native Americans believed" every two fucking seconds as if all 570+ tribes somehow all have this common unified belief system. We do not; so please actually research what a tribe does or does not value. Even then be aware of our cultures at the very least enough not to insult us by making us to be something we're not.

I cannot stress this last point enough, if you're unsure if something is rude, just don't include it. If you're thinking "I don't really know if this tribe would have Spirit Animals, or how they think about them and how their belief system might use them." Then just don't use them at all. If you don't know something, it doesn't need to be included.

As a general heads up, I'm so tired of Native Americans getting no good representation in media; if you EVER want to make a character in anything you're doing and you want them to be proper Native hit me up. I can gleefully assist you on writing them or actually help you make them Native (at least within the confines of my understanding which means I can assist with making them Lakota, but in that case more power to you for actually giving them a real tribe and history.)

I'm really tired of the horrible representation we get.

I'm really tired of the way we are seen and portrayed.

I'm really tired of how our issues that we actually care about are ignored in favor of the old tried and true "we want our land back" story, which while true; is not at all the only thing we care about.

I'm tired of the narrative that we're a lost cause, that we're not worth fighting for, that we're already dead.

I'm tired of the fact the best representation of us that a friend of mine gave me when I said we have no representation was "there's a Native dude in Mortal Kombat!" OH YEA DUDE THAT'S FUCKING ACCURATE SURE! YEA MY UNCLE ALSO SUMMONS LIGHTNING AND BECOMES A FUCKING ANIMAL!

So yea believe me, you have no idea how cool it is when someone makes Native shit especially Lakota stuff!

One of my favorite artists is edrw and I cannot urge you enough to check out their stuff! Clicking their name there will take you to their deviantart and they do REALLY cool Lakota/Native inspired art.

If you're worried about it being offense run it by me, if you're worried about it not being accurate; I'm here for you fam.

Mitakuye oyasin, my friends.

[aeonian-knoxville]

Being Married to Johnny Knoxville [headcanon]

Yuh 2 for 2 Johnny posts cus I messed up last night and I see you Johnny stans lmaoo

aeonian-Knoxville’s main m.list

Definitely will help plan your dream wedding with him, and by help he would just go along with whatever want

“Can we do this cake instead” “whatever your heart desires, my love”

He fs cried when he saw you walking down the aisle to him

Decorating your house together with his movie posters and props he’s taken from the movies he’s been in

Going to all his movies premieres

Doing dumb and funny poses with him for the cameras

Going to surprise him on set of whatever he’s in the middle of filming

Helping to take care of him after he does a stunt and hurts himself

Like just helping him making sure his band aids are changed and cleaned and you're constantly checking to see how his head is feeling

You lowkey babying him when he’s hurt, he loves it tho

Probably the hottest couple wherever you guys go

Going on random drives with him and listening to the music he likes with him when he needs to clear his head

Has a picture of you in his car where he can always see it

He could be a workaholic so I feel like sometimes you would have to remind him he has to balance out work and his private life

I just know he would call you those old school pet names

Angel face, Doll, Sweetheart etc

Trying to act cute when he wants something from you

Him talking about how much he loves you in his interviews and how you inspire him

Bruhh he would take such good care of you after every time you do the deed

You always taking pictures of him cus he’s such a beautiful man

“Do you really need that many pictures of me?” “Yes I really do, Johnny, you’re sexy”

If you’re annoyed with him he’ll do random things to make you laugh

Like he’ll boop your nose and be like “Gosh you're so adorable” and you’re like “aww I love you.. wait I’m still annoyed” but deep down you're over it lol

Protective of you

If you’re at a bar and he sees that someone is making you uncomfortable, he wouldn’t hesitate to confront them and tell them to get lost

Forehead kisses

I just feel like he would be the husband everyone wished they had

[hoperays-song]

Ryan + Johnny Headcannons because they deserve the world <3

Ryan makes Johnny do TikTok dance videos with him. Johnny always participates wholeheartedly but complains and groans the whole time. The videos typically end up captioned things like “Guess how many times Johnny fell before he decided to let me use this take” to which Johnny is always the top commenter replying “It wasn’t that many! Only like 10 or so!”.

Ryan is the only person allowed to wear Johnny’s jacket. Before him, the only people to wear it besides Johnny was his dad and his mum. Marcus teases his son relentlessly on this fact even before the two were together.

Johnny keeps attempting to teach Ryan piano, a skill at which the dancer is about as graceful as Johnny was when he first started dance practice. Johnny finds this endlessly entertaining. Ryan, while having no interest in the instrument, keeps practicing because of how happy Johnny is when he sees him playing.

Ryan is the more touchy and physically affectionate of the two at first, with Johnny only ever initiating when they’re alone. However, as the relationship goes on and the show gains more publicity, Johnny soon takes over Ryan’s old role and often waxes on and on in interviews about his amazing and talented boyfriend. Ryan spends most of those interviews hiding his face in his hands out of embarrassment.

Ryan’s family immediately fell in love with Johnny when they met. He was almost instantly regarded as another son/ big brother to all family members and Ryan’s sisters got a kick out of proclaiming he’s their new favorite. They often invited him to family meals or the girls’ activities even before the duo started dating.

Ryan was the first person of the new group besides Nooshy who Johnny told about his and his family’s criminal past. Ryan’s reaction was a shrug and “Yeah I know. Lorrel (a dance troupe member oc) recognized your last name from their true crime hyperfixation last year and we googled you to confirm. We figured it out on our second day of knowing you.” Johnny was shocked at how nonchalant he was about a gang member hanging out with his family but Ryan just insisted that it didn’t change who he was now and as long as he didn’t hurt anyone on purpose without reason, his family was fine with the girls being around him.

On their first day as roommates at the new hotel, Ryan mentioned how he hated his alarm that woke him up because it reminded him of Klaus. He also mentioned his love of coffee when they went to get breakfast. Starting the next day, Johnny always would wake Ryan himself with a cup of coffee made the way Ryan liked it at the ready. Ryan had never asked Johnny to so much as see if they had coffee, let alone make him some so he was very confused but the two quickly settled into the new routine.

Ryan is amazing at ice skating and insists they go every time they’re in a town with a rink. Johnny, who’s skating ability comes down to “can make small movements without falling”, is not always so enthused but typically ends up agreeing to go. That’s mainly because then he can make Ryan hold his hand while he tries to mimic the other boy’s tricks.

Johnny and Ryan started giving each other random hallmark type cards all the time when they became friends before the Majestic run started. Ryan was often further than a five hour drive away as the boy was off working as a model or getting connections for the new dance troupe so it was just a funny way to stay in touch. They kept doing it after they started dating however and nearly bought two CVSs out of their Valentine’s Day cards in January.

Ryan likes to watch True Crime shows and critiquing the criminals on them for doing things that might get them caught. And while crime is a tough conversation topic for Johnny, he will watch non-robbery related ones with Ryan and join in on the commentary. It actually ended up convincing him to get a minor in Criminology, forever worrying his father.

Ryan loves to read old English Literature and Poetry and Johnny loves listening to him read aloud. Most of their (very few because of work) daytime dates typically involve a picnic where Ryan ends up reading aloud and Johnny ends up playing a finger piano with his head in his partner’s lap. Without releasing, they are mimicking a lot of Jia (Johnny’s mum) and Marcus’s dates.

The two have a joint playlist called “Fuck You Klaus” and they end up screaming it a lot. Like a LOT LOT during the first few months of hanging out.

Ryan and Johnny actually confessed to liking each other a month or two before they actually started dating. They both acknowledged they needed time to work on themselves before entering a relationship and they both were willing to wait for each other. When they did start dating, most people didn’t even notice because of how close the two were beforehand.

They earn the nickname “The Lovebirds of Out of this World” by other cast members and media since the two are practically attached at the hip and are always smiling around each other. They also typically only do interviews together so they’re always presented as a couple even before they were dating.

Ryan’s first introduction with Johnny’s dad was at the first performance at Crystal Theatre. The man offered him Johnny’s leather jacket (with his approval) to stop the boy from getting cold after Klaus stole his costume. Months later, when Marcus meets Ryan in an after party, he’s surprised to see the boy has Johnny’s jacket wrapped over his shoulders until he introduces himself as Johnny’s duet partner, figuring the two were close friends. Even later, in the break after the Majestic tour, Johnny returns home with Ryan wearing his jacket beside him and introduces the taller boy to his father as his boyfriend. When asked how it happened, Ryan smiled and said “He has a nice jacket.” This nearly brings the man to tears at the memories of Jia (my version of Johnny’s mum) saying the same thing with the same jacket when they were younger and Ryan is immediately welcomed into the family.

While Ryan is very physically affectionate and flirty, he always freezes when Johnny so much as compliments him. Johnny is very shy and struggles to take compliments about himself and not his performance. However, he is very clingy and affectionate with Ryan in private and insists in drowning his partner with praise.

Ryan speaks Haitian Creole because of his step mother. Both he and Johnny start taking each others’ classes as well to talk better with the other’s family. Ellie (my version of Ryan’s stepmom, yes an oc) practically breaks Johnny’s ribs from hugging him so hard when he introduced his family to her in Haitian Creole. Johnny’s dad always gets near tears when he hears Johnny speaking Hindi because it reminds him of his late wife but it made his straight up nearly start crying when he realized Ryan had learned it for Johnny. The boy got a bear hug and a “welcome to the family lad” right off the bat.

Ryan got a tongue piercing when he was 14 as an act of rebellion against Klaus. Johnny froze out of shock when he realized that his “straight laced, goody two shoes” roommate might not be all that he appeared to be. Ryan laughed at him for two hours after that.

Johnny took Ryan to get his first tattoo (at his begging) in the middle of the night during a tour break in Catalonia. He gets a medusa head over his heart and holds Johnny’s hand the whole time. Johnny just kept running his thumb over his hand and reassuring him that he was doing great.

Ryan is terrified of thunder and suspenseful stuff, Johnny loves both. A lot of stormy nights end up in cuddle sessions and binging the Great British Bakeoff. Same thing happens after Nooshy drags them to see a horror movie.

Ryan brings Johnny breakfast every morning on set and makes sure he eats so he does pass out from overworking himself on an empty stomach.

They steal each other’s clothes all the time. The troupe finds it disgustingly adorable when Johnny shows up to rehearsal in Ryan’s hoodie with Ryan next to him in Johnny’s jacket.

Johnny saves Ryan’s name as [Ryan (orange heart)] after Ryan saves his name in front of him as [Pretty Boy (black heart)] and winked before walking off on the first day of rehearsal at Crystal’s hotel.

[thenightling]

Review of Interview with the Vampire episode 7.

Ever since the 1994 Interview with vampire movie, lots of vampire films and shows have made it “Fatal” for a vampire to drink dead blood, which is very odd because in Anne Rice’s novels they can’t actually die this way, it just weakens them and causes what Lestat describes as a temporary “rolling delirium”.   In the novel Lestat told Claudia to never drink from the dead “lest the death take you down with it” but wasn't actually because it would really kill them. Even in the Interview with the vampire movie, where that line exists, Lestat drinks dead blood and lives. It just made him queasy.  But for some reason after that movie lots of vampire fictions started to run with the idea that they die from drinking dead blood even though it didn't even really happen in the story it supposedly came from.  Lestat shouldn’t be spitting out blood with cancer in it!  This isn’t American Horror story: Hotel.  Too many white blood cells shouldn’t bother Lestat.   It might taste a little different but I doubt it would be disgusting to him.   Cancer means an excess of cell growth. Most blood cancers are leukemia. Too many white blood cells.   Blood is made of Red Blood Cells (erythrocytes), White blood cells (Leukocytes), Plasma (the liquid part of blood, pretty much just salt water), and platelets (the stuff that makes you clot).  So it would be like eating something with a little too much of an ingredient in a very simple dish.  Like slightly too much sugar in sugar cookies.   

Lestat made his own mother a vampire.  She was dying of Tuberculosis (consumption).  He would have tasted that in the blood too.   

Why did they add the idea that they can die of starvation? Vampires going into long-term non-feeding hibernation was a major recurring thing in the novels.  Considering Lestat’s literary taste in clothes (velvet and frills even in present day) it seems weird that he’d admire Nazi fashions.  It doesn’t even match his show tastes.

This is unnecessarily gory, there is absolutely NO point in Louis ripping off a random victim’s jaw. Ripping out eye balls.  Why?  the mutilation serves no purpose.  It’s just torture p0rn.  Not the work of Anne Rice.

 I’m a horror junkie and I recognized the music when Anoinette the vampire entered the room in her masculine masquerade costume.  That was the Dracula resurrection music from Dracula AD ‘72.   A Hammer horror movie starring Christopher Lee.   It’s the music that played when Dracula walks away after Johnny Alucard says “Master. I did it.  I summoned you!” and Dracula says “It was my will.” First they steal a song title from Fright Night / Fright Night: Part 2 and now they actually use the scoring from a 70s Hammer Horror movie.  Did they at least pay Hammer or did they hope no one would notice since it’s such an “obscure” movie?

 It’s nice to see Louis deliberately spared Lestat this time but to call Armand the love of his life is disturbing when in the novels it was actually Armand who orchestrated Claudia’s death. The reveal that Rashid was Armand was pretty predictable but the foreshadowing was deliberate.   I really hate this showrunner.  “uber romanticism.”  He calls this “uber romanticism?” Why are there so many scenes of Louis and Lestat smoking?  Anne Rice’s vampires never smoked in the books.  It’s like those smoking scenes were written by a pretentious and shallow Goth stuck in the 80s.  With most show adaptations of older books they reduce the smoking, not randomly add it because some perpetually-twelve-years-old show runner thinks it looks sexy.

I was going to be gentle about how obvious the reveal about Armand was because the foreshadowing and clues seemed deliberate and I was going to give credit that they weren’t trying to “subvert expectations” but instead probably hoped we’d figure it out.  Honestly I’m tired of subversion of expectations.  But no.  When you watch the bonus content the show runner makes it clear this was genuinely supposed to be a surprise twist you wouldn’t guess right away but... I knew since episode 2...   It was obvious.  

[j3tsabyss]

Hollywood Undead iceberg 2 full explanations

Ok I had this in the drafts for awhile and now here is iceberg number 2 explained. Once again feel free to correct me on anything and remember this is a long post

Level 1-Undead: probably their most well known song

Psalms EP: 2018 EP

Myspace: HU got their start on myspace

Dead in Ditches: one of the best known unreleased HU songs

Hats: they all wear hats a lot

Sarcasm: they all also use sarcasm. A lot. Extremely

Funny Claus: FunnyMan being Santa Claus in Christmas in Hollywood. Also there’s this video of Funny Claus

Label issues: HU has had a lot of issues with their labels from past to even present

Level 2-Johnny’s captain hats: basically Johnny’s signature during Swan Songs. He usually wore a white captain hat but there’s possibly more variants (such as the black captain’s hat)

Charlie and Funny’s matching Hawaiian shirts: both Charlie and Funny had matching Hawaiian shirts during 2015/DOTD

Bastard Threads: another clothing line ran by FunnyMan. You might’ve seen their hat with the word “bastard” on it. Once again the clothing line went defunct without explanation

Undead Origins: a comic book released in the Five era that has a rather... odd artstyle. It was on the HU merch store but it’s no longer there for some reason

Danny’s long hair: Danny had long hair at one point. As you can tell he hasn’t grown out his hair since

J-Dog’s foot fetish: a joke but J-Dog references being “turned on” by feet in this interview. He’s likely joking but…

Tony Lovato: Johnny’s friend from the band Mest. Whose band also has their songs featured VERY PROMINENTLY in Highway to Havasu

Johnny and Charlie kissing: there’s at least 2-3 photos of Johnny and Charlie kissing. Absolutely NONE of them have context except for one which was supposedly taken at Charlie’s birthday party. Imagine seeing those pics when you know nothing about HU

Mysterious background vocals: there’s a lot of videos of HU background vocals and there’s times where the background vocals are not one of the HU guys. Of course I can’t think of any specifics right now

Johnny’s shoddy wifi during the first virtual meet and greets: Johnny’s wifi got crappy due to the bomb in Nashville that was a few days before the virtual meet and greets. This resulted in Johnny not being present for some meet and greets because of his wifi. In my case I was lucky to have him in my virtual meet and greet tho his square was rather blurry at times. And then again he was CLEANING

Level 3-pre-AT FunnyMan skipping an interview to read comic books in the back room: self explanatory but I can’t remember the interview this was sorry. I’ll update this with a link to the interview if someone gives me it

Funny deleting all old Instagram posts in 2018: Funny deleted all of his past instagram in New Years 2018 for some reason. There’s still no explanation to why that happened

Funny’s old instagram profile pic: for a time Funny’s original Instagram profile pic was a pic of himself with a meme-like font that said “FUN D.M.C!” Or something like that. You can see that in old screenshots

Viral Tiger: Charlie’s gay white tiger plush that he wanted to go viral. Despite the fact Viral Tiger was last seen in a dump truck he still had a impact on the HU fanbase godspeed Viral Tiger

Freej3t shirt: some shirt of Swan Songs mask Johnny with a text saying that. I honestly don’t know why this shirt was made but both J3T and Funny have worn it. It could be connected to that time Johnny got arrested in 2009 but I’m not 100% sure

HU making typos all the time: credit to Dove for this one. EVERY HU guy has made a lot of typos. I think it’s the most common with Johnny because of his big fingers. Or finfers rather

Charlie’s mullet: Charlie had a mullet in 2014/2015 then he later cut it. Rip Charlie’s mullet

Johnny’s obsession with Spencer Charnas: joke entry where it references two random comments Johnny made on Spencer’s posts

Freak Nasty: Johnny was featured on this song back in 2016 and at least to me it’s somewhat hilarious

“Wrap a rope” lyric: lyric from Dead Bite that gets misinterpreted as “wrap a wrap” in its own lyric video

Hollywood Undead Swan Songs era documentary: Hollywood Undead - The Undead Story was a documentary about the HU guys during the Swan Songs era

HU4Life (tumblr): a fan tumblr that had literally every kind of photo of all HU guys. They were pretty popular but at one point they ended up being involved in discourse where they put their url over photos that clearly weren’t theirs. There’s even a post where someone messaged them about that and they pretty much said they didn’t give a shit about that. And then I don’t remember what happened next but they’re deactivated now so

Level 4-Daisy the chicken: for some reason Kurlzz had a pet chicken named Daisy. I remember seeing snaps of Daisy and there’s some pics of her with him but other than that I don’t think we’ve ever seen this chicken again

That random high pitched “kIcK iT” in House Party: I’m surprised nobody asked me about this one. Basically during the Another Way Out intermission there’s this random “kICK IT” that you can hear and it’s just, it’s just not Danny who says that (he later says “kick it” himself). So basically there’s just a really random “kick it” that came from like outta nowhere. I posted a video of that but uhhh it got copyright claimed on here so .-.

Danny’s actual birth year: Danny’s birth year has been given as either 1982 or 1985. While google says 1982, 1985 is the birth year given on the site famousbirthdays(.)com and it’s also a common year that’s seen on Danny Rose Supply merch. I think his birth year likely is 1982 but who fricking knows

Funny and Danny can draw: Danny has posted some of his own drawings before and he apparently drew some of the art in Notes from the Underground booklet. There’s a IG story from awhile ago where Funny was drawing on a ipad and he actually did good and there is a drawing he did himself that he posted on instagram before. Also he done the art for Charlie’s song lil Tim McGraw (not out yet)

Charlie’s snapchat: Charlie had a snapchat and he’s even verified as a celebrity snap or something but he pretty much never ever used it

“Whoeuce?”: kinda a joke but there was a screenshot of someone asking the HU facebook about Deuce and the response was that

All HU guys except for maybe Danny have criminal records: most of the HU guys basically have committed a crime at least once. Johnny said before he’s considered a felon. In the case of Danny he never has committed a crime I don’t think but in my opinion he probably has once. Just once

Hollywood Land Magazine (HLM): the HLM in J-Dog’s username stands for that. But the thing is I have no idea what exactly is this magazine. They have a instagram but it’s been inactive for like years and they used to have a website but it’s also defunct. So basically Idk what’s with J-Dog keeping HLM in his username (just like how Johnny has co in his username despite 3tearsco being defunct now)

Dark Places was written about their record label: tbh this is a vague one because I actually got this from tvtropes. At least what tvtropes says is allegedly Dark Places was written about their record label but that kinda makes me wonder where did they get that. Tho tbh it would make a lot of sense if it really was about their record label considering Johnny’s and Charlie’s verses

3 Pill Morning’s Never Look Back originally featured Charlie Scene: there was a time a band called 3 Pill Morning originally was gonna feature Charlie on their song Never Look Back. Of course later the band announced that Charlie isn’t going to be on that song but he’s credited a songwriting credit. I think once again HU’s label probably prevented Charlie from this. Also I guess this would’ve been Charlie’s first feature if he was able to sing on it

Carly and Brittini: both exes of Johnny. Thing is there’s no confirmation about their surnames and there’s no pics of how they looked either. In fact Brittini is only known due to the fact he tattooed her name on his chest (well he covered it up eventually). Meanwhile in the case of Carly she ended up standing out because Johnny in this video already reacts to a fan that just happens to be named Carly and he mentions she broke up with him. So make some of that if you will

Level 5-Vanessa gave away her wedding dress after she got married: I can’t remember where I heard this from originally but basically after Vanessa got married she sold her wedding dress back. I don’t really recall if there was a reason why she did it but it’s actually bought by a fan now

Johnny was on TMZ: honestly I’m surprised literally no one asked me about this because I could go on about this. Anyway in March 2019 Johnny was once on TMZ about the myspace deleting tracks thing and gave his thoughts on it and all that. But the slightly peculiar thing about him being on TMZ was he got called “THE FRONTMAN” of Hollywood Undead. And then at least to me since then I felt like there was a sudden increase of news outlets referring to Johnny as “the frontman” which was something I never once seen before UNTIL TMZ said that. Also the only other time TMZ ever reported on Hollywood Undead was that jumping incident so yea there you go sorry that I rambled so much

Who runs the official Hollywood Undead accounts?-self explanatory. I’ve seen fans wonder about who runs the HU accounts. Most think either J-Dog or FunnyMan but it’s never been confirmed. It’s definitely not Johnny because he said himself before that it’s definitely not him running the official HU account

Johnny knows about Love Sick Radio: self explanatory. Johnny knows about one of the DOTD rejects and as a lost media person I was enthusiastic to know that Johnny remembered the DOTD rejects

[saturnznct]

visiting him at a music show | lyy

➸ request from anon; omg hi could u maybe write something w yangyang and julia or finn idk who! but !! thank u

➸ note; im seeing so much dad!yangyang recently lmao,,, the content we all deserve. anyway i hope u like this anon!

➸ word count; 1048 words

➸ julia; aged 3

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‘Jules,’ Yangyang calls, trying really hard to get the overwhelmed girl’s attention.

‘Hello Julia...?’ Ten is confused when the small girl appears beside his makeup chair.

‘Sorry man,’ Yangyang apologises, scooping his child into his arms and holding her on his hip, ‘she won’t stay still.’

‘It’s ok,’ Ten laughs, ‘Jude was the same. Johnny couldn’t keep up with him.’

‘I think I’m going to need some advice from him…’

‘Are you going to calm down now Julia?’ Yangyang asks the girl as she writhes in his arms, silently begging to be put down.

‘You’re such an angel when your mother is around, but as soon as she leaves you have a fit-‘

‘Give her here,’ Kun orders, holding out his own arms.

Yangyang gladly complies, placing Julia on her uncle’s lap.

You had gone out to the store across the street from the studio that the guys were recording at in order to pick up some snacks and other random items, meaning that Yangyang had become suddenly solely responsible for the three year old Julia. With the age she was suddenly extremely curious, prioritising exploration over what you would consider common sense. In other words, she was a handful for both of you at once, never mind just one of you. She wasn’t badly behaved at all though. The members found it mostly cute.

‘Are you going to sit on Uncle Kun’s lap like a good girl?’ Kun asks her, very gently pinching her sides and laughing as she wriggled and squirmed around, ‘let everyone get their makeup done?’

‘Have you got makeup?’ Julia asks her uncle, who nods and closes his eyes, pointing to his eyelids which are covered in a glittery gold shadow.

‘Look.’

Julia reaches out a hand to touch it, but Kun quickly retracts his head so that it’s out of reach.

‘Ah ah ah Jia,’ he lightly scolds her using her Chinese name, ‘you can’t touch. It’ll ruin it.’

Thankfully Yangyang finishes up with makeup quickly, taking Julia from Kun and trying to mellow her out with some cuddles.

When a few laps of the studio floor lulls her into her nap, Yangyang returns to his usual idol duties, taking waiting room selfies with the members in order to post online later on. You eventually return in time for their performance, and Julia wakes up to watch it on the television in the green room.

You’re literally the only two people there, the staff mostly waiting more in the immediate backstage area.

Julia watches, fascinated by her father and her uncles performing their latest title track from on the television.

She’s still half asleep, head on your chest with a tiny handful of your hair, tugging occasionally. She’d perk up slightly whenever Yangyang appeared, a quiet mutter of ‘daddy,’ or ‘daddy on the tv,’ coming from her.

Julia is not happy when Yangyang returns around twenty minutes later after a little slot of interviews, sweating and still somewhat out of breath.

‘Y/N, did you hear?’ Yangyang bursts through the door, ‘we’ve been nominated for first place!’

Your eyes widen, before Xiaojun appears beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

‘Hey, I think that’s technically classified information,’ he laughs, ‘no-one else is supposed to know.’

’They would’ve announced it on the TV soon enough,’ Yangyang retorts, before locking eyes with Julia.

‘Oh my baby, did you see daddy on the TV?’

He takes her from you, lifting her up from under her armpits and hoisting her above his head, smiling widely at the way she shrieks and giggles.

‘You danced on the TV,’ Julia says between laughs, drawing sharp breaths in order to catch her breath.

‘I did! And we might win a prize!’

‘Well done dada,’ Julia smiles, echoing the same words of praise that you and Yangyang have given her her whole life.

⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ ⋆✦⋆ ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯

Your leg bounces anxiously, so furiously that Julia complains and attempts move off you, so you stop.

‘What does dada get if he wins?’ She asks, not fully understanding the true meaning of a music show win.

‘He gets a trophy,’ you explain, ‘you know like the ones in daddy’s practice room?’

Julia knows you’re referring to the rows of shelves filled with gold and silver trophies and plaques from various music and award shows that line the walls of Yangyang’s basement ‘studio/dance room.’

They’re up against another quite popular group, who are just coming to the end of their promotions, whereas Wayv had only just started.

You can’t even really pay attention to what the MC is saying, as all of the artists line up on stage to hear the results.

It comes to the point where they’re tallying up the total scores of each artist. You try so hard to do two separate sums in your head, attempting to tell which one is the higher number.

You’re in the middle of doing furious mental maths when the final scores start to be counted up, slowly dwindling up.

’Today’s first place goes to WayShenVi!’ The MC excitedly announces, as loud bursts of confetti erupt from the cannons at the bottom of the stage, ‘congratulations!’

‘Yay, Jules!’ You cheer, lifting the girl up and throwing her in the air gently, ‘daddy won!’

Julia shrieks, screaming in excitement at the prospect of a new shiny trophy.

You both giggle and clap through Kun’s speech, both of you itching to see Yangyang and congratulate him.

It takes almost too long, about 15 minutes while they’re still accepting their award and finishing up with the ending ceremony.

Yangyang comes through the door first, barrelling towards his daughter, lifting her up in the same way as earlier, except this time for longer and with a lot more excitement.

‘We won, we won, we won!’

‘Con-gra-u-lashions, dada,’ Julia says, holding out her two arms for a celebratory hug.

‘Thank you princess,’ Yangyang presses a loud kiss to her cheek, making a smacking sound.

‘Love you, dada,’ she grins shyly.

‘I love you too sweetheart…’

You sidle up next to them, instantly settling into his arms.

‘And I love you,’ he says, pecking your lips (much to the disgust of Hendery and Kun).

‘I love you too,’ you smile, allowing yourself to fully bask in the happiness of the moment.

[iohourtime]

Think Note Vol #96: With

Myojo 04.2021

(I’m paraphrasing a bit more than usual this time. Please let me know if there are any errors.)

I want to discover things that I can do because I am alone 

The novel coronavirus has taken away the time and place where people may interact with each other. He thought about [what it means] to be a person living alone in this “with corona” era and the type of entertainment he could deliver as an idol.

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When 2020 became 2021, I was watching “Johnny’s Countdown 2020-2021” on TV. At midnight, we all sent [happy new year] messages to JUMP’s group chat at the same time and we went back and forth talking about what we saw on air, like “Why was the lighting so dark during our song?” and “That’s true. (laughs)”. Although it was lonely since we could not spend New Year’s Eve with [the others], our senpais and our kouhais on stage like we used to, I could still feel our bond despite being away from the members, so it was special.

During the New Year’s holiday, I mostly stayed at home and gamed alone. Since I spent so much time gaming, my game room has been enriched. I bought an ottoman online and 100 packages of snacks, so I spent my time gaming & grabbing a snack when I felt like it. Ya~ It was the ultimate entertainment. (Laughs) "When I buy my own home, in the place where you can only see the wall, I’ll build a game room behind it and [throw in] a small bar counter to make this game room the best entertainment centre!" I daydreamed about such things. (Laughs)

When I go walking, the things that do not leave my side are my phone, wallet, lip cream, eye drops, and lucky charm. Each year on New Year’s Day after Johnny’s countdown, everyone from the agency will go to for Hatsumōde* and I'll get a lucky charm from them. This year due to covid, the staff went to the temple for us to exchange the old one for a new one. The function I used the most on my phone is texting. I also read a lot of manga with it. I really like “Chiruran: Shinsengumi Requiem” that talks about the Shinsengumi; I’ve been reading this long before I got cast as Okita Souji in the movie adaptation of “Moeyo Ken”.  Of course, I also checked out JUMP’s original MV and making-of videos on Smash. Since it’s a vertical video, it is hard to imagine how things will look until I see the actual video. [When I watched] I will think about things like “I want to look like this, so I’ll have to be careful moving this way at this spot next time.” Once I installed the app, I can see it whenever I want. So convenient!**

* This is when the Japanese go visit the first temple of the year. 

** Product placement time! 😅

Right now, [the entertainment industry] has to coexist with novel coronavirus; i.e. it's a “With Corona” entertainment [era]. For dramas or movies, we have to wear face shields during rehearsals on set, so it could be a bit stressful. Also, when I think about those fans who look forward to meeting us, nothing hurts more than not being able to hold an in-person concert. Furthermore, I don’t update my blog on “Johnny’s Web” that often… I am aware of that. But other than what I said in interviews, I don’t have anything to write about. Although I could just write about random things, I don’t want to treat the blog similar to platforms like Twitter. So when I have something I want to tell you I’ll post right away, so please excuse the long wait. (Laughs)

Even in our normal life, I don’t think there are people who are happy with the current situation. That’s why I think in addition to take precautions against infection, it is important to take stock of your “With Corona” life. Find something that’s fun to do at home, find items that can let you fulfil your time at home. Although I am probably not the right person to say this… don’t go crazy with gaming to the point where it affects your daily rhythm. (Laughs)

“I’m looking forward to the live concert!" - Yamada~

[lastsonlost]

The star begins a libel trial against a U.K. tabloid that called him a "wife beater." No matter the verdict, he's destined to lose.

If there's a single word to describe Johnny Depp's status at the moment, I'd go with zugzwang, which chess aficionados know to be the moment when a player basically gets cornered into making a move that will inevitably lead to an even more inferior position. On Tuesday, the star actor appeared in a London courtroom to take on the U.K. publisher of The Sun for characterizing him as a "wife beater" in the print edition of an April 27, 2018, online article.  Unfortunately for Depp, it seems to be a defamation trial that's a no-win situation.

Depp appears to think that success is achievable at a proceeding that will last several weeks and feature all sorts of inside details about his life plus celebrity friends including Paul Bettany and Winona Ryder. Depp is claiming that during his tumultuous marriage to Amber Heard between 2015 through 2017, he didn't actually throw a phone at her, slap her across the face, and grab her by the hair, as she once testified in a deposition during one of the nastiest divorces in Hollywood history. Perhaps Depp will play audio tapes in an effort to claim his ex-wife was the abusive one in this stormy relationship. It won't matter because there's really no reversing the damage that Depp has incurred these past few years.

That should have become obvious on June 26 when it was revealed that Disney was working on a new Pirates of the Caribbean, this time featuring a female-fronted cast led by Margot Robbie. In other words, at the exact moment when a U.K. judge was deciding on whether to actually proceed with Depp's libel suit after the actor's attorneys breached a court order by failing to turn over a series of text messages concerning the procurement of drugs, Depp may have lost his most lucrative role. A source tells The Hollywood Reporter that Jerry Bruckheimer would like to at least nod to the popularity of the Captain Jack Sparrow character in the coming film if the controversies die down, but at this point, Disney is resistant. Depp is too controversial. (Disney didn’t respond for comment.)

So Depp will pursue a favorable verdict and a nominal damages award from a trial that's playing out under English defamation standards — in other words, where the burden of truth is on the news publisher to establish rather than Depp. Meanwhile, over the next few weeks, amid an international pandemic, Depp will surely incur additional reputational harm from these prying court proceedings, the impetus for which was a column questioning J.K. Rowling's defense of Depp being cast in the adaptation of her book Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It's hard to sue one's way out of controversy.

Given this situation, it's no wonder Hollywood insiders are increasingly puzzled over Depp's moves. I spoke to several industry attorneys and publicists, all of whom offered some variation on the theme that the public would likely have forgotten Depp's years-old troubles but for court actions that keep reminding everyone.

“One of the things you’re always balancing is, how do you respond to accusation? Do you add more fuel to the fire or let it dissipate?” asks Howard Bragman, a longtime crisis manager in the entertainment industry.

Says Neville Johnson, an attorney who has previously brought suits against tabloids but questions the star plaintiff's wisdom here: “Depp doesn’t need the money [from any damages award] and it is not going to enhance his reputation.”

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How did Depp find himself at the point of zugzwang? More and more, one has got to question Depp's reliance on attorney Adam Waldman. Depp has many attorneys, and the others seem to be the ones actually doing the hard work in court, but Waldman has become Depp's mouthpiece and also looks to be the lawyer who has emerged as the star's svengali of sorts.

Who is Waldman?

A search on Google (where he referred this reporter instead of agreeing to an interview) yields some clues, though hardly anything definitive. Unlike most attorneys, Waldman maintains no bio page these days. A few years back, Waldman's D.C.-based Endeavor Group did have a working website, but no longer. A trip to the Internet Archive reveals that Waldman once took credit for overseeing "all corporate aspects" of the landmark antitrust trial United States v. Microsoft, being the "principal architect of several ground-breaking initiatives" including the Center for Global Development, and even predicting the 2009 financial crisis with a "seminal law review article" authored all the way back in 1993. That would be when he was a student at American University, which did indeed confirm his graduation in 1995.

Waldman, according to reputable press reports, seems to have been involved in various dealings with the Kremlin, Russian oligarch Oleg Deripaska, and Wikileaks founder Julian Assange. He had a lucrative ($40,000 per month) lobbying contract with Deripaska, was registered as an agent for the Russian government, visited Assange nine times in one year at the Ecuadorian embassy in London, apparently in connection with efforts to strike a deal with the DOJ, and more. His associations have become fodder for intrigue among reporters and lawmakers even if there’s a lack of public evidence of anything more than Waldman having a talent for landing recurring, if minor, roles in real-life Russian political dramas.

I'd say that Waldman's foray on the periphery of the industry hardly matters, except that it appears Depp is publicly burning bridges with the sort of abandon that one hardly ever sees among big Hollywood stars. Depp's recent legal pursuits include battling his former money managers over the disposition of hundreds of millions of dollars; splitting with longtime transactional attorney Jake Bloom; and, of course, continuing to face off against Heard again and again and again, including in a separate defamation suit against her over an op-ed she wrote for The Washington Post. That latter case is currently scheduled for trial in Virginia in January 2021.

That's a lot of legal work, and Waldman appears to have taken on a central role. As Stephen Rodrick put it in an often-cited Rolling Stone article, "Waldman seems to have convinced Depp that they are freedom fighters taking on the Hollywood machine rather than scavengers squabbling over the scraps of a fortune squandered."

Waldman is also conducting a public experiment on social media. In a nutshell, do tactics of preaching to a choir of a small number of Twitter accounts achieve anything outside of politics? Most attorneys don't pick fights with the media during a big case, particularly in the weeks before trial. Not Waldman. For weeks, he's been goading reporters at The New York Times who apparently are investigating him, and he's been whipping his followers into a frenzy with attacks on Rodrick, Variety ("Saudi Arabia's Variety"), THR ("too much corruption") and other journalists and news publications. (That said, Waldman may not be above going to his own favored media outlets. Depp's attorneys have been accused in court papers of leaking to outlets like The Blast, which seems to be to Depp what Fox News is to Trump.) He's also litigating on Twitter, presenting evidence procured from Depp's cases, and overall, exhibiting highly unusual behavior for a working attorney.

To what end? That one is very hard to answer. But if anyone in Hollywood is ready to take on "fake news," the ticket of Depp-Waldman should be deemed real contenders.

***

In the era of #MeToo, allegations of misconduct get attention — and deservedly so — but some newsrooms have traditionally made a distinction between behavior in the workplace and domestic conduct, with the latter being perceived as tabloid fodder. This time, though, an ugly divorce proceeding has transformed into something quite more.

Alas, the trial of John Christopher Depp II v. News Group Newspapers Ltd has now begun.

On July 7, Depp himself took the witness stand and accused Heard of being sociopathic, a narcissist, and completely emotionally dishonest. He insisted her "sick" claims of abuse are untrue. And in opening statements, his attorney David Sherborne said, "This is not a case about money. It is about vindication."

Depp, in fighting a battle against an unflattering headline, is merely going to draw more attention to The Sun's accusation that he's a "wife beater," especially once Heard gets on the witness stand. At the end of it all, no matter the verdict, this trial will likely do nothing to tamp down the controversies that have tarnished his career. He's elevated a tabloid columnist's random musing into something that's going to be covered by serious news outlets for weeks, months, years on end.

For that, Johnny Depp should regain his senses and fire his lawyers.

Vindication ain't possible. The damage is done. That's the only thing a successful libel claim shows.

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What kind of Weinstein bullshit is this?  So what, If he gives up on getting Justice for what hes been through Hollywood might throw him some crumbs? 

JUST SHUT UP AND SUFFER IN SILENCE!  ACCEPT THE LIES THAT WERE SPREAD ABOUT YOU! LET YOUR ABUSER WIN!

 I wonder if this clown would tell metoo victims not to get Justice?