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pesterloglog · 2 years ago

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Terezi Pyrope, Dave Strider

Act 5, page 3703-3713

GC: D4V3 G3T UP

TG: no fuck that

TG: im a lie my ass right down here for a while looking slightly less cool than i make myself out to be ordinarily

GC: YOU MUST ST4ND T4LL, ONLY 4 TRU3 H3RO COULD PULL OFF SUCH 4N 4CROB4T1C FUCK1NG P1ROU3TT3 OFF OF TH4T H4NDL3 >:]

TG: that is basically what i just did isnt it

GC: Y3S

TG: thats what im doing here im making a point of makin every little thing take place what was once mentioned in passing no matter how seemingly trivial or pointless

TG: thats how all the best adventures get strung together

TG: you havent heard me bleat like a goat for ironically humorous purposes yet have you

GC: NO!!! >:o

TG: that was something that was mentioned at some point by someone i forget when or why

TG: i bet you are on goddamn pins and needles waiting for that arent you

GC: 4R3 YOU 4BOUT TO BL34T L1K3 4N 34RTH GO4T, D4V3?

TG: no

TG: fuck that

GC: >:[

GC: TH3N W1LL YOU 4T L34ST G3T UP??

TG: no

TG: fuck you

TG: go away

GC: 4UGH

GC: WHY DO 1 DO TH1S TO MYS3LF

TG: what

GC: SUBJ3CT MYS3LF TO TH3 MOODY NONS3NS3 OF CURMUDG3ONLY C4NDY BLOOD3D FOULMOUTHS!

TG: i dunno

TG: why are you even talking to me anyway

TG: aside from the fact that several hours from now you apparently forget i dont need consolation and oughta be left alone

GC: M4YB3 1T JUST SO H4PP3NS TH4T FOR ONC3 TH1S 1SNT 4BOUT YOU!

GC: M4YB3 1 4M TH3 ON3 WHO N33DS SOM3 H3LP, H4S TH4T OCCURR3D TO YOU, MR COOLK1D???

TG: oh

GC: 4NYW4Y, 1 R3M3MB3R NOW

GC: SORRY, 3V3RYON3 W3NT K1ND OF SH1TH1V3 H3R3, 4ND 1 GOT B1TT3N 1 TH1NK, 4ND 1 K1ND OF FORGOT WH3R3 1 L3FT OFF W1TH YOU

TG: bitten

TG: what

GC: BUT 1 R3M3MB3R WH3R3 TH1S 4LL F1TS 1NTO TH3 CHRONOLOGY, YOU W1TH YOUR BRO H3R3

GC: TH1S W4S JUST B3FOR3 YOU B3GG3D M3 TO F1N4LLY SHOW YOU HOW TO R34CH GOD T13R

GC: SO 1 D1D

GC: 4ND TH3N YOU GOT M4D 4T M3

GC: SO YOU D3C1D3D TO GO DO YOUR OWN TH1NG FOR 4 WH1L3

GC: 4ND S1NC3 TH3N 1 H4V3 B33N UP TO MY PO1NTY L1TTL3 NUBS 1N SUSP3NS3, 1NTR1GU3, 4ND B3TR4Y4L!

TG: that sure sounds like a dumb way to say a thing

TG: almost egbertian in elegant stupidity

TG: the t in egbertian is soft like shhhhh

GC: H3H3H3 OH

TG: why would i get mad at you

GC: OH, YOULL S33 >:P

TG: ok

TG: but yeah i guess its about time you showed me whats up with my allegedly futile god tierification

TG: how long ago was it that you did your coin flip thing i dont even remember

TG: i was getting sure you were just bullshitting me and had no intention of ever mentioning it again

GC: UNFORTUN4T3LY, NO!

GC: M4YB3 1 SHOULD T4K3 TH3 OPPORTUN1TY TO 4POLOG1Z3 1N 4DV4NC3 >:[

TG: for what

GC: HMM

GC: 1 DONT TH1NK 1T W1LL B3 CONSTRUCT1V3 TO GO 1NTO 1T B3FOR3 1T H4PP3NS

TG: before what happens

TG: you mean god tiering

TG: does something go wrong

GC: 3V3RYTH1NG GO3S 4CCORD1NG TO PL4N!

GC: BUT TH4T 1S 4LL 1 W1LL S4Y

GC: R3M3MB3R, TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON 1S K1ND OF NOT SUPPOS3D TO B3 4BOUT YOU, 1 KNOW TH3 1D34 1S UNPR3C3D3NT3D

TG: thats practically unthinkable

GC: 1 KNOW >:p

TG: but i mean ok we can talk about your troll problem but this is pretty important here

TG: the god tier thing and whether i can actually do it or not

TG: it might be kind of hard to tell on account of me chilling face down on the pavement and also because downplaying feelings is the chief rule of cool but im pretty pissed about this

TG: which is weird

GC: 1TS W31RD TO F33L M4D?

GC: 4R3 YOU TOO COOL FOR TH4T TOO??

TG: no its not weird to be mad its just weird it feels like im the only one who is

TG: and the only one even contemplating taking jack on

TG: even among your group of irate gnashing shitheads

GC: H3Y!

TG: what

GC: 4CTU4LLY, YOUR3 R1GHT

GC: TURNS OUT W3 R34LLY DO H4V3 4 LOT OF SH1TH34DS H3R3 >:[

GC: 4ND 4LSO 4S 1T H4PP3NS TH3 WORST ON3 1S TH3 ON3 WHO H4PP3NS TO B3 PL4NN1NG TO T4K3 H1M ON!

TG: well ok

TG: and that would be a bitchin line to switch the subject to start talkin about your complicated problems but i kinda wasnt done

GC: F111N3

GC: BUT FOR SOM3ON3 WHO JUST TOLD M3 TO FUCK OFF YOU 4R3 SUR3 B3ND1NG MY 34R SUDD3NLY >:]

TG: but ok i mean isnt that what heroes should be doing

TG: working to take down the bad guy without a whole lot of this fuckin grandiloquence and these huge sweeping plans that got nothin to do with fighting him

TG: like always biding our time and tiptoeing around the unbeatable god boss

TG: johns too nice to get mad

TG: rose spends all her time calculating

TG: too focused on machiavellian ploys of sabotage to try anything drastic

TG: jade is

TG: i dont even know

TG: probably more a liability if she got it in her head to take him down

TG: if anything id bet she just needs protection

GC: WH4T 4R3 YOU S4Y1NG H3R3 D4V3, 1N TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON TH4T 1S ST1LL B31NG 4BOUT YOU

TG: im just wondering

TG: when does someone actually step up

TG: jacks got shit to pay for

GC: 1F TH4T 1S HOW YOU F33L

GC: TH3N 1 TH1NK OUR TWO PROBL3MS 4R3 NOT R34LLY D1FF3R3NT

GC: W3 4R3 BOTH PR3S3NTLY CONC3RN3D W1TH JUST1C3

TG: yeah i guess

TG: i guess it has been on my mind

TG: maybe i am supposed to be a hero and rise to the occasion because there seems to be this little persistent voice in my head nagging me about it

TG: insisting someones gotta pay

TG: and its hard for me to disagree

GC: TH3N 1T COULD M34N ON3 OF TWO TH1NGS

GC: OR BOTH OF TH3 TWO TH1NGS, L1K3 1T D1D FOR M3 >:]

TG: what things

GC: 1T COULD M34N TH4T TH3 4G3NT PR3S3NTLY 1NFLU3NC1NG YOU 1S...

GC: 4 CONSC13NC3

GC: 4ND/OR

GC: 4N 3X1L3

TG: im pretty sure i dont even have an exile

TG: ive never heard any voices or anything

TG: anyway you dont need a voice in your head to tell you this shit is

TG: just like

TG: so completely illegal

GC: >:?

TG: wait

TG: why did i just say that stupid thing i said

GC: D4V3 1 D1D NOT R34L1Z3 YOU H4D SUCH 4 P4SS1ON FOR L4W 3NFORC3M3NT

GC: 1 MUST S4Y TH1S SHOCK1NG D3V3LOPM3NT 1S COM1NG D4NG3ROUSLY CLOS3 TO G1V1NG M3 4 C4S3 OF TH3 V4PORS >:O

TG: no i mean

TG: ok that came out wrong

TG: what were we talking about again

GC: BR1NG1NG J4CK TO JUST1C3?

TG: right

TG: someone has to make him pay

TG: cant let him just go unpunished

TG: if i can figure out how to reach the god tier maybe i can be the one to throw him into the slammer

GC: ...

GC: TH3 SL4MM3R?

TG: slammer means jail

GC: 1 KNOW WH4T TH3 SL4MM3R M34NS!!!

TG: you call it the slammer when youre extra angry at crimes

TG: are you taking notes on this important principle?? jesus get a fucking pen

TG: or some chalk or whatever

GC: 1 TH1NK 1 4M FOLLOW1NG

GC: YOU 4R3 GO1NG TO F1ND J4CK, 4ND PUT H1M 1N J41L?

TG: wait

TG: fuck

TG: what

TG: no

GC: D4V3 1 KNOW YOU 4R3 L1K3LY D1SCOMBOBUL4T3D W1TH GR13F OV3R YOUR F4LL3N M4NBRO LUSUS, BUT TH4T 1S 3XTR3M3LY S1LLY 4ND DO3SNT M4K3 4NY S3NS3

TG: i know it doesnt

TG: im just saying

TG: what am i even saying here

TG: shit

GC: 1M ST1LL NOT SUR3

GC: YOUR3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT THROW1NG J4CK 1N TH3 SL4MM3R 4ND R4MBL1NG 4BOUT JUST1C3 4ND T3LL1NG M3 TO G3T P3NS 4ND SUCH

GC: NOT TH4T 1 4M COMPL41N1NG

TG: ok forget the slammer stuff that was stupid

TG: it is about justice though

TG: and since no one else seems to give a shit about that it apparently falls in my jurisdiction now

TG: not just going after jack

TG: but all the mutinous agents responsible for crimes

GC: 4G3NTS?

TG: holy shit why do i care about THAT suddenly

GC: >8?!

TG: anyway thats more shit that popped into my head just now

TG: so

TG: ok

GC: W3LL

GC: NO1RS CRON13S 4R3 3XPLO1T4BL3

GC: 4R3 YOU S4Y1NG YOU H4V3 4 PL4N TH4T 1NVOLV3S T4RG3T1NG TH3M?

TG: not really

TG: no

TG: anyway

TG: its not like being mad about this and hankering for justice is even the only irrational thing im currently hot and bothered about

TG: i have other duties to attend to

GC: L1K3 WH4T?

TG: ive got to explode this ridiculously illegal edifice oh my god what are these words im saying

GC: YOU H4V3 TO 3XPLOD3 SOM3TH1NG?

TG: never mind

GC: 4R3 YOU R3F3RR1NG TO YOUR PL4N TO BLOW UP TH3 GR33N SUN?

TG: oh

TG: yeah

TG: thats gotta be what im talking about

TG: probably

TG: i need to shut up now

TG: im sounding like an idiot and my head is starting to hurt

TG: why dont we talk about your thing now

TG: what justice thing do you have to do

GC: YOU M34N 1TS 4CTU4LLY MY TURN TO T4LK?

TG: yes

GC: BUT 1 W4S B3G1NN1NG TO FORG3T MY PROBL3M L1ST3N1NG TO YOUR H1GHLY 3NJOY4BL3 B3FUDDL3M3NT!

TG: just please tell me your justice problem and make me stop saying stuff

TG: farewell

GC: F4R3W3LL??

GC: W41T!!!!!! >:[

TG: no i mean

TG: god damn it im not leaving

TG: farewell is not even a thing i would ever say jesus what am i a victorian poet

TG: can you show me a little respect and assume any time i say something stupid it just means im temporarily being inexplicably retarded

TG: thats what a real friend would do

GC: OK D4V3, 1 W1LL SHOW SOM3 S3NS1T1V1TY 4ND C4ST SUSP1C1ON ON TH3 1NT3LL3CTU4L M3R1T OF 3V3RYTH1NG YOU H4V3 3V3R S41D

TG: thank you

GC: 1 W1LL FURTH3R D3MONSTR4T3 MY FR13NDSH1P BY DOM1N4T1NG TH3 R3ST OF TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON W1TH L3NGTHY 4CCOUNTS OF MY 3MOT1ON4L TR1BUL4T1ONS, L34V1NG NO SP4C3 FOR YOU TO SUBM1T 4NY 4MUS1NG OUTBURSTS

TG: that sounds awesome

GC: QU13T!!! >:O

GC: NOW

GC: WH3R3 W4S 1

TG: justice problems

GC: OH Y3S, OF COURS3

GC: YOU S33, OUR 41MS 4R3 NOT TH4T D1SS1M1L4R

GC: OUR PURSU1TS OF JUST1C3 1 M34N

GC: BUT YOURS 1S MOT1V4T3D BY 4NG3R 1N TH3 H34T OF TH3 MOM3NT

GC: WH1CH 1S BL1ND1NG YOU TO TH3 CONS3QU3NC3S OF 4TT3MPT1NG SOM3TH1NG V3RY FOOL1SH

GC: YOU 4R3 F4R TOO COOL TO SUCCUMB TO 4NYTH1NG L1K3 TH4T

GC: WH1CH 1S WHY YOU W1LL COM3 TO YOUR S3NS3S SHORTLY >:]

GC: MY S1TU4T1ON 1S 4 L1TTL3 MOR3 COMPL1C4T3D

GC: 1TS L3SS P3RSON4L

GC: THOUGH ONC3 1T W4S 4 GRUDG3 WH1CH PROP3LL3D OUR R1V4LRY

GC: NOW 1TS R3SOLUT1ON H4S B3COM3 4 M4TT3R OF PR4CT1C4L1TY

GC: 1F NOT PROF3SS1ON4L1SM

GC: BUS1N3SS L1K3!

GC: TH3 W4Y 4 TRU3 L3G1SL4C3R4TOR CONDUCTS H3R PROS3CUT1ONS

GC: D4V3 D1D YOU KNOW TH4T C3NTUR13S 4GO ON MY PL4N3T, L3G1SL4C3R4TORS W3R3 NOT CONF1N3D TO STUFFY COURTBLOCKS 4RGU1NG C4S3S B3FOR3 H1S HONOR4BL3 TYR4NNY?

TG: oh shit are you fucking serious

GC: Y3S! 4LSO, SHUSH

GC: 1 KNOW YOU 4R3 S4SS1NG M3 DU3 TO MY US3 OF T3RMS UNF4M1L14R TO HUM4NS, BUT 1T 1S TRU3

GC: TH3Y W3R3 D3PLOY3D THROUGHOUT TH3 G4L4XY TO 4PPR3H3ND CR1M1N4LS BY 4NY M34NS N3C3SS4RY

TG: no i got that theyre like your alien death lawyers who were sorta like bounty hunters in olden times pretty simple to decipher through context

GC: 1 THOUGHT 1 TOLD YOU TO B3 QU13T!

GC: 1 4M MONOLOGU1NG H3R3 >:P

GC: 4NYW4Y, TH3Y WOULD NOT R3ST UNT1L TH31R SUSP3CT W4S 1N CUSTODY, ON3 W4Y OR 4NOTH3R

GC: TH3Y WOULD G4TH3R 3V1D3NC3 OV3R TH3 COURS3 OF TH3 1NV3ST1G4T1ON, COMP1L1NG 4 C4S3 TO B3 PR3S3NT3D 4T TH3 TR14L, SHOULD ON3 B3 H3LD B3FOR3 TH3 F1N4L SUBM1SS1ON OF TH3 GU1LTY CORPS3 TO JUD1C14L 4UTHOR1T13S

GC: P3RSON4L F33L1NGS 4ND V3ND3TT4S D1D NOT M4TT3R, NOR D1D 3V3N TH3 N4TUR3 OF TH3 CR1M3

GC: ONLY JUST1C3 D1D!

GC: TH3Y W3R3 S3L3CT3D FOR TH31R CUNN1NG 4ND M4RT14L PROW3SS

GC: 4ND FOR TH31R 4B1L1TY TO UND3RST4ND TH3 M1NDS OF TH3 CR1M1N4LS TH3Y SOUGHT

GC: TH1S 1S WHY TH3 BURD3N H4S TO B3 M1N3 1 TH1NK

GC: 1 4M TH3 ONLY ON3 WHO KNOWS HOW TO H4NDL3 H3R

GC: 4S SUCH, SH3 1S MY R3SPONS1B1L1TY

TG: she

GC: SHOOOOOOOSH!!!!!!!

TG: ok i cant even make little interrogative quips to grease the wheels of your monologue

GC: OH

GC: Y3S TH4TS OK, 1N F4CT 1TS V3RY H3LPFUL

GC: WHO DO YOU TH1NK??

TG: spidertroll

GC: YOU 4R3 CORR3CT

GC: TH3 SP1D3R13ST ON3 OF 4LL

TG: youve decided to take her down then

GC: 1 GU3SS SO

TG: you dont sound that psyched about it

GC: W3LL, 1M H3R3 T4LK1NG TO YOU 4BOUT 1T 1NST34D OF 4CTU4LLY DO1NG 1T, 4R3NT 1?

TG: are you feeling guilty

TG: like second guessing whether she deserves it

GC: NOT 3X4CTLY

TG: hasnt she done enough terrible shit to warrant legislaceration

GC: TH4T 1S NOT 4 TH1NG!

GC: BUT Y3S, TH3 C4S3 4G41NST H3R 1S OV3RWH3LM1NG

GC: MOR3 TH4N YOU 3V3N KNOW!

GC: SH3S COMPL3T3LY OUT OF CONTROL NOW

GC: SH3 H4S MURD3R3D 4T L34ST ON3 OF MY GOOD FR13NDS

GC: 4ND POSS1BLY S3V3R4L OTH3RS, 1 4M NOT SUR3 Y3T

GC: TH3 C1RCUMST4NC3S 4R3 4 L1TTL3 F1SHY, BUT MY 1NV3ST1G4T1ON 1S ONGO1NG

GC: 4DD1T1ON4LLY, 1 H4V3 D1SCOV3R3D SH3 1S COMPL1C1T 1N J4CKS R1S3 TO POW3R

GC: WH3N 1 F1RST L34RN3D H3 C4M3 FROM YOUR S3SS1ON, 1 M1ST4K3NLY BL4M3D YOU 4LL, 4ND TOOK 1T OUT ON 4 H4PL3SS 3GB3RT >:[

GC: BUT 1F 4NYON3 1S TO P4Y FOR R3L34S1NG TH4T D3MON ON BOTH OF OUR GROUPS, 1T 1S H3R

TG: are you sure about that

GC: Y3S

GC: 4ND SH3 KNOWS 1 KNOW

GC: SH3 H4S B33N T4UNT1NG M3, TRY1NG TO ST1R UP OUR OLD R1V4LRY

GC: TH4T 1S WH4T TH1S WHOL3 JOHN VS D4V3 TH1NG H4S B33N 4BOUT

TG: there is no john vs dave thing though

GC: 1 KNOW

GC: NOT R34LLY

GC: 1TS JUST 4 G4M3

GC: BUT TH3 G4M3 1S S3R1OUS BUS1N3SS TO H3R

GC: L1K3 1T W4S DUR1NG OUR ROL3 PL4Y1NG D4YS

GC: 4ND JUST L1K3 TH3N, SH3S RU1N3D 3V3RYTH1NG BY T4K1NG 1T TOO F4R

GC: 4ND 1N SP1T3 OF 4LL H3R P4ST CR1M3S, TH3S3 4R3 NOT 3V3N TH3 MOST 1MPORT4NT R34SONS TO STOP H3R!

GC: SH3 H4S D3C1D3D TO F1GHT J4CK H3RS3LF

GC: WH1CH 1S 4N 3XTR3M3LY D4NG3ROUS 4ND STUP1D TH1NG TO DO!

GC: SOUND F4M1L14R, D4V3?

TG: are you going to stop me too then

TG: hunt me down and lawyerviscerate me for my own good

GC: NO

GC: 1LL JUST L3T YOU TRY TO R34CH TH3 GOD T13R, 4ND TH3N D3C1D3 FOR YOURS3LF >:]

TG: are you saying that i wont make god tier or i wont be strong enough if i do

GC: OBJ3CT1ON!!!

TG: what

GC: W3 4R3 T4LK1NG 4BOUT YOU 4G41N

GC: 1 MOT1ON TH4T 4LL D4V3 C3NTR1C T3ST1MONY B3 STR1CK3N FROM TH3 R3CORD

TG: lame motion overruled the judge wants to see where this is going

GC: NO H3 DO3SNT, YOU KNOW P3RF3CTLY W3LL H3 DO3SNT G1V3 4 SH1T

GC: H3 W1LL CL34R TH1S COURTBLOCK 1F H3 DO3S NOT H4V3 ORD3R, H3 SW34RS TO J3GUS

TG: ok fine

TG: we can keep obsessing over your fucked up kismesister if you want

GC: 1TS NOT L1K3 TH4T! >XO

TG: do you think she stands a chance against him

GC: NO

TG: then whats the big deal

TG: why not let her go get her shit ruined by jack and let justice happen that way

GC: B3C4US3 1 4M QU1T3 SUR3 TH4T 1F SH3 GO3S TO F1ND H1M, 1T W1LL T1P H1M OFF TO OUR LOC4T1ON 1N TH3 V31L

GC: 1 H4V3 S33N 1T 4LR34DY

GC: TH4T 1S WHY TH1S 1S NO S1MPL3 V3ND3TT4

GC: BR1NG1NG H3R TO JUST1C3 1S CR1T1C4L TO OUR SURV1V4L!

TG: so why dont you go do it

GC: B3C4US3

GC: 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1 C4N

TG: you mean you cant beat her in a fight

GC: NO, 1TS NOT TH4T

GC: 1T JUST TH4T WH3N TH3 T1M3 COM3S

GC: 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1 W1LL B3 4BL3 TO K1LL H3R

TG: i thought trolls were all about gratuitous murderings

GC: Y3S 1TS TRU3

GC: W3 4R3 SUPPOS3D TO R3V3L 1N BLOODSH3D 4S W3 GROW UP

GC: 4ND SH3 S33MS TO B3 3MBR4C1NG H3R R1T3 OF P4SS4G3 W1TH R3CKL3SS 4B4NDON, 4S 1 WOULD 3XP3CT

GC: GR4BB1NG TH3 BULL BY TH3 HORNS, SO TO SP34K

GC: 1TS 4 L1TTL3 1NT1M1D4T1NG

GC: B3C4US3 1M NOT SUR3 1F 1M R34DY FOR TH4T

GC: WH1CH 1 GU3SS 1S NORM4L??

TG: are

TG: you asking me to reassure you about that

TG: cause i seriously dont have a clue

GC: 1TS OK D4V3

GC: ST1LL MONOLOGU1NG >:]

GC: 1 GU3SS

GC: 1 4M NOT SO MUCH WORR13D 4BOUT NOT B31NG R34DY

GC: 4S 1 4M TH4T...

GC: 1 M1GHT NOT 4CTU4LLY W4NT TO B3 R34DY

GC: M4YB3 3V3R

GC: M4YB3 TH3R3S SOM3TH1NG WRONG W1TH M3

TG: i dont understand

TG: i thought you were insane kinds of apeshit over the macabre stuff

TG: like being all cutesy about executions and smelling cherry blood and such things contrived to get a guy feeling vaguely uncomfortable

TG: was that all an act

GC: NOT 4N 4CT

GC: JUST FUN!

GC: 1 L1K3 FUN, D4V3, 4ND 1 4LSO L1K3 G4M3S

GC: DONT YOU L1K3 FUN 4ND G4M3S?

TG: of course the fuck not

GC: L14R!!! >:O

TG: didnt you say youve killed people before

GC: TH3R3 1S 4 B1G D1FF3R3NC3 B3TW33N M4N1PUL4T1NG P3OPL3 TO TH31R DOOM W1TH TR1CK3RY, 4ND K1LL1NG SOM3ON3 BY YOUR OWN H4ND

GC: 1T 1S 4 B1T L1K3 H4V1NG TO F4C3 YOUR OWN D34TH...

GC: 4ND D1SCOV3R1NG TH3 D1FF3R3NC3 B3TW33N L34V1NG TH3 R3SPONS1B1L1TY TO SOM3ON3 3LS3, 4ND DO1NG TH3 D1RTY WORK YOURS3LF

GC: M4YB3 YOULL UND3RST4ND SOM3 D4Y >;]

TG: ok

TG: id like to help you out but i dont know what advice i should be giving

TG: to a member of a murderous species whos gunshy on going off to justicemurder a murderhappy murderer whose done lots of murders

TG: it feels pretty weird and inappropriate for me to be the one to tell you fuck yes go for it shes got this huge murder with her name on it anyways and its cruising right at her down comeuppance boulevard

TG: so i dont know

TG: do you want me to tell you to be a better human

TG: or to be a better troll

GC: 1 C4NT T3LL YOU WH4T TO 4DV1S3 M3, CHUMP4SS!

GC: M4YB3 1M NOT 3V3N LOOK1NG FOR 4DV1C3 P3R S3

GC: BUT JUST W4NT TO T4LK TO SOM3ON3 4BOUT 1T

TG: alright well all ill say is

TG: maybe if you kill her at least we can finally stop obsessing over her

GC: *S1111GNNNN*

GC: Y34H, F41R 3NOUGH

TG: why dont you just do what you think you have to do

TG: and ill do the same

TG: speaking of which

GC: OH, R1GHT

GC: YOULL B3 BUGG1NG M3 4BOUT SHOW1NG YOU HOW TO R34CH TH3 GOD T13R SOON

GC: PROMPT3D BY TH1S V3RY CONV3RS4T1ON 1 1M4G1N3, WHOD H4V3 THOUGHT!

TG: these time shenanigans completely blindsided us they practically never even happen

GC: 1 KNOW

TG: so i hang up now with future you and then start pestering present you about it is that how it works

GC: Y3S

TG: and i make sure not to reference anything said here to keep it simple

TG: except like in an offhand way thatll seem retroactively logical to your future self

TG: ie you right now

TG: if for no other reason than itd be boring as hell to rehash it

GC: TH4T SOUNDS 4BOUT R1GHT BUT WH4T DO 1 KNOW

GC: YOUR3 TH3 T1M3 GUY 4FT3R 4LL

GC: LUCK1LY 1 W1LL NOT H4V3 TO P4RT1C1P4T3 1N TH3S3 CH4R4D3S TH1S T1M3 4ROUND

TG: does luck actually matter

GC: >:o

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siorca · 1 year ago

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Oh boy, I’ll try to keep this as short as possible because there’s quite a bit of layers. I probably got parts of the timeline wrong but this is the gist tw: allegations of pedophilia, sex trafficking, and domestic abuse

Kendrick and Drake have been throwing pot shots at each other through their music for literally almost a decade. They used to be associates, especially when Kendrick first came up, back in ‘09 (?) and they had something of a falling out, which culminated in a verse that Kendrick had on Big Sean’s ‘Controller.’ In it, Kendrick calls out several rappers by name, including Drake, basically calling himself better than all of them in a bit of friendly competition. Drake took it the wrong way, and ever since then, they’ve been having a bit of a background rivalry.

Fast forward to a few months ago, Drake released a single called ‘First Person Shooter,’ with another rapper named J. Cole. In it, Cole has a verse where he refers to Drake, Kendrick and he as the big three, as in the three most important rappers currently (it’s pretty innocent, all things considering). Kendrick fired back in a verse on a Future and Metro Boomin song called ‘Like That,’ saying the now iconic “there’s no big three, just big me.”

This sparked both Drake and J. Cole to fire back with separate tracks, Drake with ‘Push Ups,’ which called out Kendrick for having a slow album roll out and being boring and J. Cole’s now deleted, ‘7 Minute Drill’ (he later apologized publicly for the track at a show and hasn’t been heard from since).

Now, a lot of shit happened after this point. Im probably gonna forget a few things, but I’ll try and break it down as best I can. This is the point where some other rappers began inserting themselves into the beef. A lot of people within the industry do not like Drake, for a multitude of reasons, but mostly for being ‘soft’ (which goes deeper than him just being a sensitive guy but I’m not getting into that). Rick Ross, in particular took the opportunity to throw a few shots in his direction.

Eventually, Kendrick fired back with ‘euphoria,’ a really fantastic track where he breaks down the reasons why he hates Drake (and I mean hate, I highly recommend listening to it just to get the message), which boils down to…pretty much everything.

Drake then released, ‘Family Matters,’ where he accuses Kendrick of hitting his wife (?), Whitney, and not being active in his children’s lives (which is very pot/kettle but anyway). There’s also some very distasteful lines, throwing shots at Kendrick’s conscious style of rapping that focuses on racism and generational trauma. He also has a few lines for Rick Ross, which only makes the track more unfocused.

Whew! Now to the nitty gritty! On the morning after that track dropped, Kendrick released ‘6:16 in LA,’ which is currently only available on YouTube. I’ve heard it described as Kendrick praying before annihilating, which I think is a good description. Along with the song, Kendrick attached a picture of a pair of gloves, which were allegedly a pair of driving gloves that Drake owned. Later on in the day, Kendrick followed it up with ‘Meet the Grahams,’ a darkly uncomfortable track, where he accuses Drake and his label OVO of being sex traffickers and pedophiles. Drake has a history of having inappropriate contact with minors, so these allegations picked up more traction than Drake’s accusation of Kendrick hitting his wife. However, the thing that the public latched onto was that Kendrick accused Drake of hiding an 11 year old daughter. Similarly, in another rap beef with Pusha T a few years ago, he was outed for hiding his son Adonis, who he did not claim until almost a year after the beef was over (again, the history made it more plausible).

Again, along with the song, Kendrick presented a picture of a prescription of Ozempic and sleeping pills, prescribed under Drake’s legal name. There’s been speculation for years that Drake had plastic surgery done and was also using Ozempic for weight loss. This probably wouldn’t be an issue, if it wasn’t for the fact that Drake has harassed several women for the same things on multiple occasions (Megan Thee Stallion being a big one, and his actions inspired several bars on her song ‘Hiss’). Kendrick states in the song that there is a mole within OVO, who not only gave him the pictures, but has also been feeding him information.

The next day, Kendrick released his magnum opus, ‘Not Like Us,’ a catchy west coast style club bopper that’s been topping the charts since its release. In it, Kendrick reiterates a lot of his points, but now you can sing along to it.

After all of this, Drake fired back with ‘The Heart Part Six,’ the title of which is a play on Kendrick’s song series throughout his albums. In it, Drake defends himself by stating that the information given to Kendrick about his daughter was fake in order to make Kendrick look bad. He also makes some weird defense about the pedophilia accusations, by saying that he’s too famous to not be in jail for something like that (which is a really weird and untrue thing to say). He also says some really distasteful lines that Kendrick only came to this conclusion because of his own trauma (a really weird and awful misinterpretation of Kendrick’s song ‘Mother May I Sober,’ which is about the generational trauma of sexual abuse). He then also refocuses on the fact that Kendrick was allegedly abusive toward Whitney and how he hasn’t seen his own children in months. It’s a pretty awful song, and not in a fun way, and currently has more dislikes than likes on YouTube.

As of now, that’s the end of it. Kendrick has alluded to having more songs ready, but I think right now, he’s waiting for some of the hype around ‘Not Like Us,’ to die down.

Can someone fill me in on the Drake vs Kendrick Lamar thing? What is even happening rn

#oh yeah and metro boomin had some weird tweets exposed

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It’s just me or it was so weird that Jyn was almost raised like a daughter by Ashkaya, used her daughter’s name and clothes and all and then Revis made her date the dead girl’s brother 😭 idk they could have done the romance without making all these references to Tanith it felt so awkward to read (or maybe it’s just me because I don’t like the author’s works lol)

truly so many things could be different about rebel rising lmfao fairly certain that hadder just existed so that jyn didn't die without fucking or something lol as if she didn't live her life from seventeen to 21 just before she got hauled off to wobani like im all for headcanoning however we all want to and trust me as a demisexual bisexual bitch myself ace jyn is valid as hell but To Me jyn fucks (if cassian gets to have a cutie on space miami - two cuties including rue we said bi rights - than so does jyn lol)

but yeah it's a bit :\ the only parts of that book worth anything are the saw chapters, the maia bits and jyn in prison. also jyn is very clearly queer as hell in that book i mean shes queer as hell everywhere but like the way she Notices women as a girl lol im just saying idryssa was her first crush (the way jyn stared at how the blue glitter made her skin look lol), maia was her first girlfriend, etc. so those parts have rights.

but i'd be willing to retcon the whole thing if they would just do a jyn mini series or something lol age her ass up like they did with cassian and tell a good story about a child soldier who is left behind and has to figure out living on her own in the margins for the next several years

also is the book saying that jyn thinks cassian looks like hadder there because she thinks he looks familiar? lol idk it could be a play on the 'face of a friend' thing or *conspiracy theory* they've met before but thats just me.

im a bit of a hypocrite for being all >:( about them retconning whatever the books say about cassian but totally game for retconning jyn's background from rebel rising because like as much as i think hadder deserves respect for being jyn's first love (allegedly im still not buying that she wasn't in love with maia) im sorry its a bit :///// like you don't need jyn to pretend to be his sister for them to have a cute teen romance, in fact i would argue it makes it significantly less cute for her to be assuming his dead sister's identity lmfao like ????

i just want my teenage/early twenties dirtbag jyn erso show let felicity play her againnnn lol if we're to believe diego is playing a guy twenty years younger than he is we can believe felicity is playing some late teens/early twenties girlie, let her hook up with cuties of all species and genders, let her beat the shit out of fascists, let her feed stray tookas, let her rage at her dads, let her rage at her mother, let her get into a bar fight with cassian andor (he's undercover and she's got a wig on so its fine), let her have flashbacks to her time with saw because we should have seen that, let her have nightmares about orson krennic (naur), let my girl be a messy bitch in leather and kohl-lined eyes I WANT TO SEE IT

all this because they killed them off at the end of rogue one and didn't let us have rogue two

yeah anyway the rogue one novelization >>>>>> rebel rising because all of the novelization is great (even the part where cassian doesn't shoot galen because he has jyn's eyes which i find lmfao no. maybe that plays a part in him realizing that if he kills galen he kills the spark of hope he's found in jyn and therefore - because they're mirrors - he'd be killing something in himself, but the novel doesn't go into it).

#anonymous #yeah okay 'anonymous' i am 99% sure i know who this is lmfaooooooo girllll if its you just lmk #asks #answered #as always im picking and choosing what is canon #jyn erso #meta #i mean not really but

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january: an art retrospective

i did some stuff last month (but it’s a lot of stuff and there’s a photodump + some Serious Fucking Reflection, so it’s all below the cut)

so ok, let’s start with this. here are some heads. each head has a red arrow. that red arrow is what i call the red line of the devil. it’s the slope of the face from the side of the eye to the cheekbone and then down towards the chin. up until like 2 weeks ago, i couldn’t draw it. i couldn’t fucking draw it. i would edit over that part of the face over and over again until i was frustrated and tired and i had a raging homosexual headache and it still never looked right. notice that each head is different. notice that each head looks wrong.

at the start of 2021 i finally admitted to myself, as per the image above, that i was deeply, deeply unhappy with my art. what was the problem? i dunno. but i decided i was going to fix it and i was going to do so via another one scribble a day event wherein for every day of january i would find a photo of a human head, and i would draw it.

january 1st, 2021. i was embarrassed to tweet this even on my private account where like 5 friends and a rock would see it. in retrospect, you can also see all of my bad habits emerging like dicks from a hole in the ground. it’s disproportionate. the brows look flat. the eyes are slanting upwards. the entire drawing looks flat, like this isn’t a 3d person but a caricature of one.

january 2nd, 3rd, 4th:

on the 2nd i decided to start a separate thread for doodles and applied learning. here’s the first set of tests

the rest of the week is kind of uneventful so we’re going to skip those. fast forward to january 11th

this one is especially bad. i am acutely aware, suddenly, that i am not changing anything at all. i’m stressed and miserable about it because i’m still trying to see people as people and trying to draw people that look attractive and proportionate and hot. my friend, leny, reminds me that i need to think about faces in terms of planes. i have a moment. my other friend masha sends me some links to anatomy tutorials. i have another moment.

january 11th. applied sketch

january 13th is when i start the troubleshooting process. the link above drives me mad because i’m pretty happy with the face but then i realize that there’s something very fucking wrong with the shape of the head LOL and then i realize that i’ve never had any idea what the proportion of the face to the rest of the skull is so i grit my teeth and i open a new canvas and i

bald studies. it seemed like the right thing to do. can’t draw heads? ok draw some heads. look at some photographs. i traced each photo but tried to stick to straight lines so that i could replicate the shapes more easily. i broke each face down into shapes. i thought about airplanes

i got really excited. i started doing studies, then applied studies, then stylized studies.

sketches. i’m not sure what’s going on (as always) and it’s very rough, but they look different from the sketches i did on january 2nd. that’s a start

january 16th’s daily study. looks more like a person now. juuuuuust a bit

more applied studies

on the 18th i take a break and go stare at some lips because i don’t understand how the fuck they work. again, i focus on shapes, on volume, on the fact that these things exist in 3d. holy fuck lips exist in 3d. holy fuck we are real

january 19th. i’m working on it.

january 22nd. some sketches + a daily study. it has finally occurred to me that heads can tilt up and down and that things look different accordingly. yes i was not aware of this before. yes i have been drawing for over a decade.

january 23rd. by this point after doing my daily sketch i almost always go back and do an applied study which is basically to say i drew a lot of fucking links. this one looks kind of okay. i’m kind of proud

january 25th. links. trying to make sense of everything i’ve learned

26th, 27th, 28th. daily studies

january 1st. january 31st

The End Of The Photo Dump (dab)

ok NOW i get to talk about what i discovered while studying the shit out of human beings

FIRST OF ALL, there is something precious and magical about drawing shit without the explicit knowledge that you’re going to tweet that shit out to 45 people later. it takes the burden of perception off your shoulders and that does something to you, or at least that’s my theory. i told myself i wouldn’t post any of this stuff until the end of the month (if i wanted to post it at all) and kept everything off my public social media accounts and that meant i could draw ugly as hell without worrying about who would point and laugh, which i absolutely fucking did. a lot of these are fucking trainwrecks. most of these are fucking trainwrecks. why do they look like that?? why??? this doesn’t look like the work of someone who’s allegedly been drawing since they were in kindergarten, does it?????

here’s why: because that person took a huge motherfucking swing at everything they’d ever known about art and spent a month building something new in its place. the abstract explanation is that i grew up on shoujo and weird old anime and my understanding of anatomy was unironically kamichama karin and while i love kamichama karin, when kamichama karin is your rule even if you try to break it, you’re going to end up going nowhere. “you have to know the rules to break them”, yeah? well i didn’t know shit. the abstract explanation is i’ve been miserable about my art for a few years now because i saw other people doing things effortlessly which i couldn’t and instead of going back to the basics, i tried to do what they did (not plagiarism, mind you, i mean i literally tried to copy the red line of the devil i mentioned above because i couldn’t even make that happen) and then i fucking failed.

the simple explanation is this. i had to unlearn everything, and relearn it again (like some kind of new renaissance clown, what the fuck is this?)

take this for example. all my life i’ve drawn faces in the order: eyes, nose, mouth, face shape, head. this works for some people, im aware, but it was something central to how i had always drawn, so i decentralized it. i said fuck you to the old me and changed the order up. now i start with the nose, then the eyes, mouth, the chin line, and the sides of the face. now i force myself to think about the human head as a series of parts interacting with each other instead of a bunch of disparate features which i want to look pretty.

or let’s use this zelda from last year. something about this looked wrong last october, the way something about all of my drawings looked wrong, but i couldn’t pinpoint it for hell the way i couldn’t articulate Any of my feelings about the visual arts. now, looking back, here’s what i see. that nose is sticking out far too much given how she’s not really facing very far away from the camera. that ear at the back shouldn’t be there. her forehead is too big. she doesn’t have a forehead. what the fuck is up with the shape of her head?

so apparently reject modernity embrace tradition has its roots in alt-right terminology and i’m not very horny for the alt-right (you understand), but the spirit survives here. you know sometimes you have to admit that you have no idea what the fuck you’re doing and draw people for 31 days. i’ve spent my whole life drawing stylized people and while again there are artists who have no issue with this, i veered off the track of the Good and the Holy and couldn’t get back on. i had no point of reference because i’d never thought about what an actual human being looks like, so i had no way to fix what i knew in my gut looked wrong but wouldn’t come out better.

this was hard. this was like oikawa tooru swallowing his worthless pride and admitting that ushijima wakatoshi had gotten the best of him for the last time in his high school career, but in haikyuu!! by furudate haruichi oikawa tooru fucks off to argentina and then joins the argentinean national team, and you know what, i think i’ve made it to argentina (not the team just the country). as per the golden rule of dont fucking move until you’re at least two thirds of the way through the month, i only started trying to draw Shit shit on like the 22nd or something, but i was happy with that i created. i am happy with what i’ve done. i’ve posted like 2 things this month that involve people with what i now call ~applied Knowledge~~ and they’re, like, not perfect obviously (perfection is an unattainable ideal), but i’m fucking proud of them. i didn’t spend 5 hours hunched over my laptop adjusting the red line of the devil because it’s not a devil’s line anymore. because i finally sorta get how people work. because i sat down and i said ‘we are not going to fuck with this misery shit anymore’ and then i did that. it’s just a line now.

here are 2 collages tracking my painstakingly carved out progress from january 2nd to february 2nd because i’m a slut for collages

and here’s what i’ve done to my art! the same person drew these but also Not Really! you know! for the first time in a year i don’t immediately hate what i’ve drawn. you know what guys? art is fucking fun. zelda’s forehead doesn’t scare me anymore because i know how foreheads fucking work now, and i don’t know everything, and i’m going to keep troubleshooting stuff as i go (i want to draw a skeleton. like a. i want to draw a goddamn skeleton guys) but i’m honestly and genuinely proud of what i’ve done in the span of a month, and i’m also in disbelief. i started this month-long challenge out as a last ditch effort to make peace with my art because i’ve been tired for a long time and i was ready to kick the bucket on drawing people altogether. i didn’t think anything would happen. nothing’s happened for years. i’ve been miserable for years.

this was the caption for january 1st, 2021. i was super, super fucking embarrassed and it looks like super fucking shit, but you know what, i think i did in fact triumph over the bullshit. surprisingly enough, when you put in consistent effort into something, You Will See Results. didn’t see that coming, did you? i know i didn’t.

this isn’t a success story. it’s a happiness story. i never gave a shit damn about the institute of art or whatever, i was just mad at myself because what i saw in my head didn’t match up with what was on the canvas. and now it’s getting better. now i’m calibrating the compass. now drawing not just backgrounds but also people is exciting to me, and i can stick my links in your face and tell you ‘they hot’. i’m going to keep doing that. i’m going to keep going until i drop off the side of the earth and then spiral towards mars like some kind of fairy, and then i’m going to create something beautiful.

thanks for reading. here’s a pr department link for sticking around until the end

#my stuff

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couldnt find the promt posts but: joenicky monster/supernatural au? i absolutely adore ur writing btw💕

you cannot hand me the word supernatural and not expect me to think of buzzfeed unsolved RGEHFBRWFHKJL im sorry this turned into a ghost hunter’s au i just don’t know how to write vampires or werewolves or whatever else constitutes supernatural

nicky does not believe in ghosts.

so why is he standing in front of a long-abandoned house, carrying several hundred dollars worth of largely useless equipment, wearing a shirt emblazoned with a big cartoon ghost? he tells himself it’s a favour being returned. his room mate, lykon, is endlessly more enthusiastic then he is, mumbling to himself as he fiddles with the camera that was paid with money that probably should’ve gone to rent.

“don’t look so worried nicky,” lykon says, as they step inside the threshold. his best friend flashes him a wide grin which is immediately contradicted by the alarming creak of the floorboard under his foot. “we’ve got holy water and everything else. we’ll just check to see if there are any ghoulies in here, they can’t hurt us.”

“you know i think this is a load of horseshit. i’m more worried about the house collapsing on our heads.”

“don’t be dramatic, dude. it’s in perfectly good shape.”

as they start setting up lights, laying out their sleeping bags for preparation of sleeping the night in this place, nicky is forced to admit there’s a sort of melancholy beauty to the place. it would have been a very nice house, once, not too ostentatious like the other houses they’ve “investigated”, with high ceilings and large windows, and stunning art covering the walls. landscapes, bowls of fruit, studies of fire and light and the night sky. but not a single person. nicky notices the same sprawling signature on all of the art, and steps closer to see if he can make out a name-

“nicky! let’s start recording.”

lykon begins unrolling the backstory of this house and the ghost allegedly haunting it, and nicky interjects throughout, punctuating the otherwise dead serious narrative with bursts of skepticism and humour, the way they’ve always done. lykon’s little ghost hunting channel is small now but getting bigger every day, and nicky can’t say he doesn’t enjoy it, verbally sparring with his best friend. lykon’s a believer and nicky isn’t, and while they’ll argue fiercely on camera they agree in pretty much every way off screen. apparently this house used to be home to an artist who’d been slowly making his way up in the art world before being murdered mysteriously. with no convictions, the story went that people were compelled to stay away from the house, wouldn’t be able to write without doodling, and smell fresh paint. also the standard doors opening and closing on their own, lights turning on and off, footsteps and the like. nicky was not exactly enthused to spend a night on the dusty floor, but hey. it beat sitting on the couch watching reruns of the same bland reality tv shows.

nicky’s halfway through a longwinded joke when lykon jolts like he’s been zapped, hand gripping nicky’s forearm, eyes darting around in sudden fear.

“what? dude, let go.” he elbows lykon in the ribs gently to get his attention back. “hello? what happened.”

“swear i heard a laugh, from upstairs, maybe,” he replies, face furrowed in concentration. he flashes a smile at the camera. “alright, i think we got all the background done. lets investigate.”

predictably, they find nothing. well, nothing of worth to nicky, but lykon insists that the room that used to be the studio feels colder then the rest of the house, they hear noises from inside the room once they leave it, and the spirit box spits up a few noises that lykon insists are words. a pretty standard investigation, then. they pack up their stuff and tuck in for the night. lykon spends half of it jumping at every little noise, but eventually drifts off as the exhaustion of the drive here finally gets to him. nicky turns over in his sleeping bag, hoping to salvage at least a few hours of rest from the night, but-

is that paint?

nicky breathes in as hard as he can, and it’s unmistakeable, that scent of chemicals that reminds him very vividly of the disaster that was year seven art class. he sits up, rubs his eyes. lykon doesn’t stir and nicky sniffs again. it’s still clear and strong, and now that his ear isnt pressed against the pillow, he can hear faint clattering, like the lid of a paint tin being wedged off. it’s coming from upstairs, where the artist’s studio would be, if he had to guess.

oh, fuck.

there’s a perfectly rational explanation for this, he reasons to himself, even as he crawls out of the sleeping bag to cram on some shoes and get a torch and a camera. he should probably wake up lykon, but something inside him is telling him, wait, to just see for himself first. maybe we disturbed the paint when we were in there earlier. an old house like this, it’s probably just settling. hell, there’s probably raccoons in the roof, or something. ghosts aren’t real.

the studio is... not how they had left it. it had been such a sad space, everything covered up in white sheets, shelves of paints covered in dust. now, the room is strangely warm, like the summer sun had spent a few hours streaming in through windows that were now uncovered, the night visible through dusty panes of glasses. there is an easel set up, with an empty, clean canvas about the size of a dinner table on it. and on the floor, a thin, fine paintbrush rocks back and forth, like it had just been dropped.

this was entirely too much weirdness for nicky’s brain to handle, but he wasn’t giving up on his hard line stance on ghosts just yet. strangely enough, he doesn’t really feel afraid at all.

“if this is a prank,” he says, deliberately loud in the empty room, as he bends to pick up the paintbrush. the tip of it is still wet, and the paint looks black on his fingertips. “if this is a joke, lykon, i swear-”

hi, nicky.

the words appear abruptly on the canvas, a rushed hand like whoever’s writing isn’t sure if they can keep it going. nicky almost drops the paintbrush he’s holding, but steps closer. the paint is still wet on the canvas, and it’s the same dark shade as the stuff on the brush. he shines his torch at it. it’s a very dark blue, not a black like he’d first assumed, the colour of a twilight sea.

“what the fuck,” he mumbles to himself, touching the canvas. it’s just fabric on wood. what the fuck.

did i scare you? i didn’t want to do that.

"i’m not scared,” he says, feeling oddly giddy. “this is a very strange dream.”

i promise it’s not a dream. tah-dah! ghosts are real. i am one of them.

as whoever it is writes, they doodle around their letters with incredible skill, little birds and flowers and suns circling their words. it’s strangely endearing. the paint smell gets stronger and nicky finds that he does not mind.

“what’s your name?” he asks, remembering that he is technically a ghost investigator and he should probably be doing some investigation. his phone is left forgotten in his pocket, though. he doesn’t know if he should be recording this or not.

joe, joseph, but it’s yusuf, really. the art world of my time was not quite ready for a name like mine, but i suppose it doesn’t matter anymore.

“you’re the artist, then.”

who else would i be? as far as i can tell i am the first, last and only death of this house.

“you were murdered.”

yes, but can we not talk about that? it wasn’t a pleasant experience.

the last full stop of yusuf’s sentence is darker then normal, like he’s pressed harder. nicky touches a finger to the canvas.

“i’m sorry. i won’t bring it up again.”

thank you.

nicky takes a step back, the room is lightening around him. he hadn’t realised it earlier, but the windows of this room all face east, which is why he supposes yusuf chose it to be his studio. on some level, a part of him is wondering why he isn’t screaming and running to get lykon right now. he really isn’t afraid, though. yusuf hasn’t meant him any harm.

“why did you choose to talk to me? we were up here earlier.”

it’s harder when more alive people are in my room. you take up so much energy. the handwriting pauses, like yusuf is considering. and most people are so afraid. i’ve tried talking to others before, but they get so scared. you didn’t seem frightened at all.

“that’s because i didn’t believe in any of this stuff.” nicky presses a finger to yusuf’s words, just to check. his finger comes away dark blue. “part of me still think i’m dreaming, though.”

well, you can’t see reflections in dreams, i’ve heard. there’s a mirror behind you.

nicky turns to see a sheet drop off a large standing mirror in an ornate frame, and sure enough, he can see his face, a pale shape in the darkness of the room. he steps closer, and skids a finger over the glass, leaving a smear of paint behind. not a dream, then.

he feels a gust of air, warm, behind him and he turns. nothing but the canvas. when he turns back, that’s when he sees him.

he’s about the same height and build of nicky, standing just behind him and to the side. handsome, a full beard and a rueful smile and curls, and eyes that are the kindest nicky has ever seen. and the most startling thing- he is opaque. his head and shoulders are more or less solid, but his torso peters out into nothing at all.

“ghosts are real,” he says, to the spectre in the mirror, dumbfounded, and yusuf’s half-smile widens to a proper grin. he does a little wave in the mirror and something in nicky’s chest swells. he smiles back.

“your friend downstairs is waking up.” a breath, barely a whisper in his ear. and sure enough, noises from below. he can almost hear the sound of his name.

“i won’t tell him about you, if you don’t want me to,” he says, and yusuf shrugs, flickering.

“i don’t mind, but i'd rather you not. the more people come in here, the harder it is to... exist.”

nicky can hear footsteps on the stairs now, and he blurts out, quickly, before this bizarre moment is over, before he is thrust back into the mundane of his normal life. “we’re leaving now. can i come back, sometime?” and the thing is, he really wants to, wants to know this strange, sad ghost with messy handwriting and beautiful art, and kind, kind eyes. he has so many questions. what’s it like, being a ghost? are you lonely in this house? and, why do you not have any paintings of people? yusuf meets his eyes in the mirror and smiles again.

“i’d like that.”

“nicky!” the door opens and nicky blinks, his hands dropping to his sides. lykon sweeps his gaze around the room looks at him with a raised eyebrow. the canvas, nicky is stunned to realise, is now as clean and blank as when he’d walked in.

“c’mon man, you know we’re not allowed to mess with this stuff.” lykon steps forwards and plucks the paintbrush out of his hand, the tip still wet with paint, and sets it on the easel. “you said it yourself, nothing in here now. we’ve gotta get going.”

“sì, of course. i was just... looking around. it’s a beautiful room.”

his room mate just gives him a look. “uh okay. whatever, man. let’s go.”

before nicky leaves, he picks the paintbrush back up again, tucks it into his pocket. says to the empty room, slowly filling with light and colour from the rising sun, “i’ll be back, yusuf, i promise.”

the faint ghost of laughter as he walks out feels, somehow, right.

#the old guard #yusuf al kaysani #nicolo di genova #lykon #kaysanova #joe x nicky #usercacau #usershan #userlyde #userkayla #tuseradriana #anonymous #ask #reply #OOF what did i just write........... i dont know <3 #maybe i have backstory for all of them. maybe. what about it #my writing #mine #the ghost au

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admiralpetelgaryu · 4 years ago

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Why?

In the beginning,2 male guys from other places of the world entered a city where allegedly is a whore house/city to check on how this place would be. When these guys entered ,they were stunning hot young men that were really hot and because the city was a whore house ,got all these horny women AND men ,who already fuck each other ,want to fuck them .no homo .

.Before this happened ,some guy told his cousin who lived in the city that some guys would visit, and told him to welcome them and show them around to see if its a clean place . The cousin or son is apparently a righteous and innocent man who actually wanted to fucking stay in the city knowing what a party animal it is with his daughters (important characters later) and his whore wife. So the cousin who lived in the city, saw them enter and welcomed them and showed them around worried shitless until now confronted by these horny people wanting the two guys .I shit you not that the cousin offered his daughters to these people to get gangbanged instead(Please follow me) but the horny men didn't want some damsels .They were cornered by them ,cat calling and giving horny messages to these men until these guys fuckin blinded them with their capes or whatever with a blinding light so they can escape into the house.

Upon enetering, these hot guts told the family their plan

"Cause of what we have witnessed and felt on our bodies, this place is a real whore house. Our pure eyes have seen enough so we gonna destroy ur home so pack ur shit and dip."

"Also dont look back or youll get blinded by our crazy asses"

"Oh yeah , loves and kisses by god"

"Kaboom!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

So the cousin and his family left their home of many years after told that this bitches was gonna 360 no scope a whole damn city after almost getting raped by bisexual people

So while running ,the wife who lived in the city and considered it home ,looked back against the hot guys orders, like what any normal person would after being told their home would be blasted

So anyway she got blasted

or turned to stone ,whatever

The family realized she ded by the blast but, continued running away mourning.

Ophanims ,amirite?

Act 1 finished

Act 2

So after running away ,they retreated into a cave and stayed there for a couple of nights

Unlike people who need to survive ,

Twas not the case, the daughters (remember) fucking worried about their lineage or family line like they're not starving while staying in a cave.

Unlike looking for a new city and find good or wealthy spouses, they thought of a original idea

of fucking their own dad. The cousin.

"Great idea but not a good one"

They got him drunk from grapes or brought alcohol as an essential(dont worry travel sized)

Got him into a drunk boner and

raped and performed incest on their own father. 2 girls ,one lucky father.

Don't know what happened after but they were successful in doing so ,both sisters got knocked up by their father/grandfather's sperm.

That family tree grew some mushrooms below.Amen

Act 2 ending

Man , scribes and mushrooms go hand in hand when making stories for the bible. They add this when

Thats why ,I'm an atheist with good morals.

New sons and daughters to their grand and father and the city and people in ashes

Find the story yourself "Sodom and gamorrah" or chewbacca or whatever just tell this when someone says they love the bible.

Remember incest and gay people is within the bible

Incest ,rape ,medusa, horniness and god

(I dont care if im correct or not in this ,but if in what I have done and in what I have failed to do, in my fault, in my fault, in my most grievous fault; therefore I pray God Almighty to have mercy on me, forgive me all my sins, and bring me to everlasting life. Amen

#biblescripture #bibleverse #story time #accurate #medusa #the fuck #idk what else to tag #atheist #plot twist

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rosesanthology · 5 years ago

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Golden Hues | Bokuto Koutaro x F!reader [GreekMyth!AU]

That was incredibly hard to write thank you very much🤡 figuring out how to write a certain character is quite the challenge so today i offer you, offbrand Bokuto in an Ancient Greece setting !

[Songs] : • Towards the sun by Rihanna

• All good people by Delta Rae

[Tags] : @raevaioli @hqxreader

- your whole life has been revolving around the same things, not that you minded them

- you were the oldest daughter of a noble in Greece, and your family was known by the people as being descendants of gods and godesses

- throughout the years you've been taught how to act like someone your rank, how to uphold a position of power even in situations where a woman should't be

- you were grateful for that

- you were taught manners, litterature and arts as well as the art of fighting and that was pretty much it

- war, was not inherantly seen as a bad thing, it was almost like those plays that you often watched when you were a kid

- vast sceneries of warriors blessed by the gods to fight alongside them, defending their beliefs or properties

- at least that's what you thought back then, the reality of war was a whole other thing, and yet the necessity of knowing how to defend yourself against any ennemy was not one to ignore

- fighting wasn't pretty. But it had to be done.

- another reality was the one of the gods, you had witnessed it yourself one faithful day of training with your servants

- a young man carrying a lyre had approached you, seemingly coming out of nowhere

- you were pretty sure that it was Apollo, god of the sun, healing, arts and oracles; patron deity of your family for centuries now

- at the time, he had whispered words that you still managed to remember clearly :

On the horizon of a sacred dawn,

When the sword and arrow cross paths

A union that will make the earth shake all the way to the farthest parthenon, shall rise

And with it the fall of an order.

- a prophecy

- that sounded ominous to say the least but at that moment you had felt something in you that you could only describe as being some sort of repressed euphoria brewing deep somewhere in your mind

- sadly, the prophecy reached the ears of your parents and soon you found yourself trapped in your quarters for the majority of your days

- only going out for classes and eating, your parents having cut down most of your sparring sessions anyways

- your once fullfilling life now reduced to a scheduled routine, the only fun part of it being when you got to hear the stories of your litterature instructor paired with the occasionnal sneaking out during the afternoon or at night

- he felt as if in order to understand the "outside world" better you had to get actual informations on it

- and so he started talking to you about random things he heard during the day

- some days it was just about how the flower merchants closest to the royal grounds had gotten engaged and made a joined business

- other days like today it was about how the people have been effervescent about a certain talented warrior from a neighbouring city

- allegedly, he mained the bow and arrow with an unmatched deadly grace, making his way through entire battlefields in no time, some spread the rumor that he did so while smiling, unbothered and untouched by ennemy attacks

- some speculated that he was a demigod, son of some powerful deity or the reincarnation of Achilles, however one thing was sure is that he took the spotlight everywhere he went

- it would be an understatement to say that you were intrigued

- how was that possible ? Was he really unbeatable ? How was he the same age as you ?

- "well not like you would ever find out", you thought, returning to your room after class

- with the absence of servants on your way your next thought was easy : sneaking out

- it was a habit you picked up

- you went outside from the window for a few hours and came back in as if nothing happened

- and today was one of these days

- so here you were, strutting through the woods trying to find some cool rocks to add to your collection back in your room

- when you heard some kind of rustling sound

- at first you were scared cause what if it was a brown bear ??

- well at least it would make an interesting story if you came out of it alive

- but then you saw a head of white hair peaking out from behind some bushes and a voice saying something close to

- "pspspsps" yep. Definitely not a bear

- "Excuse me ?" you said, trying to get the attention of whoever that was

- the person jumped and judging by the "thud" following, you could only assume that they fell

- going round the bushes, you were meant by a well built looking man with spikey white hair and piercing imperial gold colored eyes looking up at you from the ground

- that....was not something you were used to

- "are you alright ?" you said, helping him up

- " yeah don't worry im fine ! I was just trying to catch this squirrel" he was smiling so bright that it almost blinded you in addition to the sound of your own heart pounding that was making you deaf

- "oh im sorry....did i make it run away ?"

- "well- yes but at least now i get to talk to a pretty girl !"

- oh :0

- and that's how the conversation began

- you learned that his name was Bokuto and that he was a royal guard of a close city, one that was as powerful as your own

- "oh so do you know the rumors about that demigod archer ?"

- "you mean the ones people spread about me ?? You know, im pretty good with a bow and arrow but not to that level haha"

- SO HE WAS THAT PERSON

- you never suspected that you had all those questions for him until you started spewing them out one after another but luckily he seemed to never come short with answers

- you talked for hours until night had fallen and you had to go back to royal grounds before anyone noticed you were gone

- he walked you the whole way back to your bedroom window because he "wanted to protect you" even tho you did this like every other day

- he just wanted to talk to you more

- "goodnight princes-"

- "you can call me Y/N you know ?

- "no princess is cuter ≧◡≦" he was really thankful for the late hour because he really didn't want you to see the blush on his face right now

- "hey Bokuto !" your voice made him turn back faster than light

- "do you want to meet again tomorrow ?"

- of course he wanted to

- and the pattern went on for about a month or so

- you would meet him in the woods outside of royal grounds and you would just talk and have fun with him until night when he would insist on walking you home

- tonight was no different aside from the fact that you stayed a few hours later than usual with him

- at this point you guys were very much in love with each other but also too much of a mess to confess already and you were kind of fed up

- so he was walking you home as per usual and you were leaning against the window frame bidding him your goodbyes as the sun began to rise in the distance

- "goodnight prin-" you cut him off by grabbing his face and kissing him, the shock of your lips against his had caused both of your minds to focus on each other, and there it was

- the same euphoric feeling from that time you heard the prophecy

- so that was it....love

- "goodnight Y/N" he had said when you finally pulled away, not needing to add anything more to it as you already knew how you felt about one another

- that day you fell asleep with dreams about spending your future with Bokuto, the dorky demigod warrior who had stolen your heart

- except all dreams must come to an end

- the next day your parents had informed you about an incoming war with another city....his city

- after all those years of peace and unity why now of all times ?

- "the fall of an order" this line of the prophecy echoed in your head as you sat on the floor of your room

- you couldn't help but ask yourself if somehow this was one of the gods' jokes

- if this was your fault

- would that mean that now Bokuto would resent you ?

- you heard a soft knock on your window, you already knew who it was and you went to open it, hesitant and scared of what was next to come for the both of you

- " Y/N you're here !" he beamed, staying true to himself even now

- "Bokuto have you no knowledge of what is happening ? Our cities are-"

- "on the edge of war ? I know that and that's why i came"

- "to say goodbye" you thought, already bracing yourself for the heartbreak

- "to ask you to run away with me !"

- you looked at him in shock and he just responded by smiling as if nothing about that statement scared him, as if nothing in this world could make his golden eyes loose their oh so familiar shine

- in this moment you understood that he really was something else, a sun amongst mortals, and a song in the darkest times of your own life, a light in the battlefield.

- not hearing any response from you, he held your hands together between his warm ones, confidence unwavering as he locked eyes with you and spoke,

- "We don't have to ever be appart, must the skies and gods themselves threathen us as much as they want, i'll never let it happen. We shall stay together and brave the odds and Fate herself. With Apollo's blessing, we'll make even Aphrodite and Ares jealous."

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu!!#haikyuu au #hq #hq!! fic #hq!! headcanons #hq x reader #Bokuto Koutaro #bokuto x reader #fukurodani #bokuto koutaro x reader

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rantshemlock · 6 years ago

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you heard it right folks, for the second year in a row i watched

Every Halloween Film

it took around 18 hours. there are eleven movies now after all. next year there will be twelve, and next year i will throw myself into the river thames if i make myself watch Rob Zombie’s Halloween II again.

this time i wrote it out as a journal. it is a mess. i will not edit it. if you read the entire thing you dont get a prize. im very, very tired. i watched eleven movies today. i like five of them.

9:27- I boot up Halloween (1978). I don’t know if this is the movie I’ve seen the most in my life, but I’ve certainly seen it dozens of times, and it never loses its impact. I’ve gotten to the point where I’m reading into micro-expressions on actors’ faces and I don’t know how much any of this was ever intended, but it certainly enhances my own reading of the film. I catch the expression of slight annoyance on Judith’s face when Michael walks into her room; it’s clear she had just no idea this was coming.

9:37- The staging of the opening of Halloween is so like a nightmare, a comparison I keep using this year for the movies I watch, but there’s a sense of being placed in the immediacy of what’s happening with no context and a burden of responsibility that only exists in dreams in the first few opening scenes. You don’t know where you are or what you’re supposed to be doing, but something huge and terrible is happening and the thick, dark shadows combined with the pale white-blue light the film uses makes everything emerge out of the black but never truly divorce itself from the darkness.

The way Loomis talks about Michael like some kind of animal is such a point of fixation for me. He calls Michael ‘it’ and wants ‘it’ to be locked up for life. Maybe it’s just being of a crazy persuasion myself but being the responsibility of a doctor who despises you and refers to you as an untreatable evil doesn’t feel like it would be much help to me. I just don’t think Loomis is a great doctor, is my point.

Laurie’s introduction is such a surge of light in a film that has up until now been shot almost exclusively in darkness. We are shown someone good, normal, happy, but the long, distant shots mean we are not accompanying her on this journey from her perspective; we are following her. Halloween legend suggests Michael doesn’t start stalking Laurie until she approaches the Myers’ house, but it feels like his eyes are lingering on her long before she does that. He casts a long shadow over her life before she even knows he exists.

9:42- The fact the film approaches the idea that it doesn’t make sense Michael would know how to drive a car but doesn’t explain it at all is weirdly funny. Just fuck it man, he can drive.

9:45: I really love the focus on Michael as a physical being. The fact we see him touch someone with his hands, open a car, steer while driving, run his hand over a fence… All of this adds a sense of Michael being tangible that I think is so vital. Michael Myers is a human being, not a demon, and that’s precisely why he is scary. Halloween as always meant to be a movie about the person next door; the fear comes from the fact that something inside your apparently nice, normal neighbourhood is rotten to the core. Laurie herself is incredibly on edge almost from the start; she knows something is wrong. She just hasn’t figured out what yet.

9:57- The gravekeeper’s insistence that something like this happens in every town is probably right on the money. It’s definitely what the film wants you to understand. The apparent nicety of your hometown doesn’t mean it’s free of violence, only that you’re trained not to notice it.

10:01- at exactly 0:33:16 Michael drives by in the background right behind Loomis without Loomis noticing, which is hysterically funny to me. I imagine Michael finds this incredibly funny too.

10:02- Laurie saying she’d “rather go to the dance with Ben Traimor” smacks of being a teenager and gay and saying the name of the first kid you know who’s nice to you because you guess that’s what having a crush is?

10:05- Loomis’ insistence at 0:37:12 that Michael killed and ate a dog raw is incredible to me. Also, I can’t say “Michael raw dog” to my friends without them screaming hysterically at me. They’re fuckers, and I hate them

10:07- From Loomis’ description, he met Michael when Michael was six, already condemned by the doctors as an incurable patient, and stopped treating Michael and turned to insisting he be locked up by the time Michael was fourteen. I think about this a lot.

10:13- “I’m not about to let anything happen to you.” I’m always very touched by Laurie’s immediate assertion of her position as a protector of children.

10:19- Lindsay caring literally only about watching horror movies is incredibly relatable. Truly a hero I can finally understand.

10:28- The house across the street, Lindsay’s house, is almost as haunting as the Myers house itself. It’s certainly a beautiful spectacle, the huge white building with its pillars and vast, blank windows, looming out of the darkness like a moon-lit tombstone. Laurie always seems so lonely when she watches it from the outside.

10:33- The head tilt after Michael pins Bob to the wall is so fucking iconic. It’s the first time it was done, I believe, and while it’s a cliché now it’s still chilling. The way Michael just studies Bob’s corpse, thoughts completely unable to be interpreted. The fact he turfs up in a ghost costume wearing Bob’s glasses moments later is so strange; there’s really no reason he would do that at all, other than the idea he finds it funny. There’s more showmanship to what Michael does than people recognise a lot of the time, I think. It’s like he really wants his work to be seen.

10:43- The shot of Annie on the bed under Judith’s tombstone has to be one of the most beautiful shots in the franchise. The perfect arrangement made just for Laurie to walk in on and experience in one precise way is so meticulous. Michael’s obsessiveness nature manifest in so many ways. The final showdown between Michael and Laurie is only around ten minutes long but it’s an incredible endurance test of a scene; the way Michael grows out of the shadows like he’s being formed within them is still beautiful and terrifying.

I think a really underrated part of this sequence that makes it so frightening is how Laurie is pointedly not alone; the neighbourhood she’s in is populated, and there are people around her. But when she runs to the neighbours for help, screaming and banging on the doors, they choose to ignore her. Seeing something they don’t like in their neighbourhood, they shut it out.

10:50- the closet scene is an incredible piece of filmmaking. There’s really never been anything before or since. I love art with a lot of lines and shadows and seeing the shadow of Michael moments before he breaks through the door is so haunting.

10:52- Laurie desperate and holding the knife in her hands is stunning. I love her.

10:54- I love the brief glimpse of seeing Michael’s face and how it stops him dead in his tracks. The fact he looks so painfully normal is so important too.

10:55- There’s a lot to be said about Loomis confirming Michael is ‘the Boogeyman’. I think Michael’s definite physical humanity in this movie is so important because it contrasts so strongly against the dehumanisation of him by the characters around him. We can only accept there’s a nightmare inside our neighbourhoods if we choose to believe it isn’t natural to it; that someone like that could not form there, but must have been artificially summoned, like a demon. Later movies and the remakes run with this idea; that Michael is somehow an outsider, but I think that defeats the entire point. Michael is part of this world just as much as Laurie is, whether we want to believe it or not.

10:57- I should be starting Halloween II but unfortunately, I have to go to the pharmacy. It might be Halloween, but prescription medications wait for no slasher villain.

11:13- I start watching Halloween II (1981). I like that this movie starts off with Mr Sandman. Horror movies having nursery rhymes in them now is another cliché, but this is such an interesting pick for Michael. I suppose it fits with him being the Boogeyman; he’s a creature of nightmares that slinks into our homes only through dreams. Allegedly.

I like the decision to pick this movie up right after the last one stopped, something that it looks like 2020’s Halloween Kills will be duplicating. It just makes a straightforward kind of sense.

11:21- The hysteria of Loomis screaming “I shot him six times!” over and over is sort of funny and sort of sick. There’s a slight traumatised, obsessive lunacy in Loomis the same as there is in Michael. I like the parallels between them. Loomis raised Michael more than Michael’s own parents did; it makes sense he’d have a lingering affect.

11:23- The shots from Michael’s perspective both in the first movie and this one are great. I love that we’re challenged to be inside his mind. We follow Michael a lot in this early opening. There’s an obvious strategy to his actions in this film, but the randomness of his kills are new. In the first movie, all the kills either get him something or revolve around Laurie. In this one, he kind of just does whatever, a theme that carries on for the rest of the movie.

11:24- A difference I don’t like so much in this movie is that the neighbours are so much more keyed into each other; they pay attention to the screaming and the strange noises, watch out for things that look out of place. I feel like it clashes with the first movie’s themes of isolation simply through your neighbours not caring what happens to you.

11:32- Ben Traimor getting hit by a cop car which crashes into a van and then explodes is one of the funniest fucking things that’s ever happened in this franchise. It is so completely fucking inexplicable and suddenly violent and pointless that it becomes hysterical, which is unfortunate given it’s meant to be a serious scene.

The breakdown scene that follows, where the Sheriff Brackett finds his daughter Annie is dead however is excellent. Charles Cyphers manages to carry the weight of the tragedy pretty effectively for a film that can veer into the goofy too easily, and Dr Loomis’ more measured delivery on his beliefs about Myers is Donald Pleasance at his best.

Halloween II isn’t any longer than Halloween, but the pacing is worse. It lets go of the original’s constant, haunting tension and delivers a sloppier movie as a result, too padded with side characters and people passing through the world with no consequence. The character of Brett is probably one of the most obnoxious characters in the franchise, which is saying a lot.

11:46- Laurie literally not knowing it was Michael Myers who was after her until she’s told is weirdly sad. Like of course she didn’t know, but it’s still sad. She feels very small and vulnerable in this movie, very lost in the big, empty hospital. The fact her parents are inexplicably missing and never shows up makes me crazy. I always wonder if there was a dropped plot thread where Michael was meant to have killed them, or something, because there’s really no explanation.

11:53- The musical stings in this movie are so odd. They’re too bleepy. Don’t know what the hell happened.

11:55- I take the laptop into the kitchen to make a sandwich while I watch the movie. It’s early for lunch but I don’t eat breakfast and I can actively feel my braincells hurting me.

12:01- I’m fascinated by the shots in this of the faint dream Laurie has of seeing a boy in the hospital when she was a child. I can never decide if these are real or not; if she’s unlocking some strange, contextless memory from childhood or just imagining it, instinctively feeling the connection between her and Michael without knowing the truth.

12:04- Bud’s off-screen death is so unsatisfying. Also, so continues the trend of Michael being mistaken for people’s boyfriends. Guess he’s just boyfriend material. Seems unbelievable to me she wouldn’t notice how dirty his hands are, though. And Jesus, the boiling her to death kill is really pretty brutal and graphic, after kills in the first few movies are so relatively restrained.

12:07- Michael writing SAMHAIN on the wall is so over the top. Yeah, I can believe he’s fucking 21 years old. Michael is a performance art student.

12:09- Laurie having Michael’s ability to go deadly still and silent is neat. I like them having links. They’re siblings after all. Runs in Myers family.

12:11- The needle into the side of the head kill is bizarre. Also, the head-tilt here feels cheap. I have already started stealing candy from the bowl intended for trick-or-treaters. In my defence, I could, and I wanted it.

12:20- I like that Laurie has an instinct to run, hide and defend herself. I don’t know if it’s the trauma of surviving or a prenatural sense that Michael is coming for her, but I like it. I don’t like that this entire movie is like twenty minutes longer than it needs to be, or how little Laurie is actually in it.

12:28- The reveal that Laurie is Michael’s sister is so great. It fits so well. I say bullshit to anyone who doesn’t like it. The repetition and obsessiveness of Michael’s behaviour, the strange links and parallels between Laurie and Michael. The fact that the two of them are just as much parts of Haddonfield as each other. It just feels right for them to be related. They are related.

12:31- Laurie crawling on the street begging for help as Loomis ignores her again – this man is truly useless.

12:33- Michael walking directly through a glass door is hysterical.

12:38- Laurie calling Michael’s name, stopping him for a second, blinding him with a shot… This last sequence is fantastic. There’s an enormous amount of pity in seeing Michael blindly stumbling around, swinging his knife, unable to see but still so desperate to kill. The fact she stops him by calling his name is great. The way it almost, for a second, perks some recognition inside him. I think a lot about Michael’s sense of identity. Who does he think he is? I guess we’re never going to find out.

12:43- Halloween III: Season of the Witch time. There’s a trend now of saying this is really the best Halloween movie. I can’t really argue with people’s personal takes, but there’s always a sense to that to me of denying the classic to favour the underdog. People love an underdog. But Halloween III definitely does kind of rule. As much conspiracy thriller as it is horror movie, Halloween III is deeply weird and creative, but packed with great performances and truly memorable special effects, with a killer soundtrack to boot.

1:11- Halloween III is so distinct feeling; it almost feels like a John Carpenter movie, but more like The Thing than Halloween. The film is less aesthetically distinct than Halloween; it takes place over days, in many locations, following the characters as they dig into the conspiracy behind the menacing Silver Shamrock company. It’s well-written and often pretty witty and builds an incredible sense of menace and strangeness. The little company town surrounding the Silver Shamrock factory is bizarre and frightening and although the film can be a little heavy-handed in its depiction of a surveillance state, it certainly builds up atmosphere.

1:20- The scene of the old drunk being taken out by the corporate men in black rules in how suddenly violent and horrible it is. We love a horror movie.

1:26- Some of the digital effects leave a little to be desired but god the practical effects are fucking incredible, and so goddamn memorable and horrible.

1:33- The over-the-top niceness of the Silver Shamrock owner is so pitch-perfect. He’s so nice that it’s obviously, blatantly menacing. What owner of a big corporation like this just gives shit away for free? I mean, come on. I really love the apparent legends that surround him, though, the reputation of being a genius and a great man.

1:48- The complete calmness with which the whole plan gets revealed is so good because you really sense how fucking little threat our heroes pose; no one here thinks they have a chance in hell of stopping Silver Shamrock. The plan in itself is absurd, but like, who cares. It’s fun. The fact Cochran is like, delighted to show off his big ideas because he’s so confident nothing will stop them. And in a way he’s right; at least partially, the heroes do ultimately fail.

2:00- the speech Cochran delivers about the power of Samhain rules. It’s so intense and menacing. Fucking great performance here.

2:07- As much as I like the ending, I think how much it drags on kind of kills some of the tension. Feels like it could have been cut back. The imagery at the very end is fantastic though; it’s so weird. The way this movie embraces strangeness is great; I’ll always take a film that tries to be something different and weird over anything that plays it safe.

2:20- Halloween 4: The Return of Michael Myers. Jesus we’re starting down a dark path now. Halloween 4 is pretty thoroughly ‘ok’ and even has a couple of good moments but God. The decision to return to just being about Michael Myers after risking and flopping with an anthology movie is fine by me, but Halloween 4 plays it as safe as possible and lacks any of the flair or charm of the original. It just doesn’t have any style, and the forced drama falls short. Jamie Lee Curtis’ absence also feels like a sucking void in the film; it’s too painfully obvious that she was meant to be in this movie, and the fact she isn’t, the fact she died off-screen in some completely nondescript way is so depressing. The filmmakers assumed no one watching gave a shit about Laurie, and that’s so wrong and so disheartening.

2:25- the other doctors hating Loomis really adds to my reading of him as a man on the brink. He must be insufferable to know.

2:30- It really feels so painfully fucking unfair that Laurie would go through so much to just die in a random car accident. Or maybe there’s a kind of poetry in her dying without Michael’s involvement; just part of her own life.

2:36- Donald Pleasance is such a mensch. As stupid as these movies get, he never stopped bringing his fucking A-game and giving them as much respect and gravitas as he could. What a fucking legend.

2:41- Loomis seeing Michael in the diner is so fucking good. Loomis’ quiet pleading, asking Michael not to go back to Haddonfield but just take him instead, the quiet God damn you. Such a great moment. Would be better if Michael didn’t just suddenly teleport out of the room with no explanation, but you can’t have it all.

2:42- Why are later Halloween movies so fond of explosions.

2:43- The kids literally chanting ‘Jamie’s an orphan’ at her is incredible. Not in a good way.

2:50- I fetch the kitten to keep him on my lap because my house is colder than Michael Myers’ black heart.

2:55- Michael looking at Laurie’s photos… Ugh.

2:56- Why do people not just believe Loomis when he says Michael is back. We have this thread every week, comrade.

3:06- Michael just kinda standing around in the background doesn’t really do much in terms of fear. It’s just silly. And his mask looks ridiculous.

3:12- This film is a masterclass in failing to raise tension.

3:23- There’s an attempt to manufacture conflict by having the police clash with a group baying for mob justice, but it all feels completely inert. Nothing in the film carries any weight or drama, and the tension is all derived from using familiar music stings to try and kick your brain into recognising it’s an appropriate place to feel something.

3:25- The kitten bites me, drinks my water, and goes to sit in a box instead. I hate him. The kill where Michael stabs someone through the gut with a shotgun and pins them to the wall is the most flagrantly absurd thing I’ve ever seen. The fact she’s immediately found also really kills the tension. Also why is Michael so fucking strong. He’s so strong.

3:31- I can see the intention with the roof scene, but there’s too much unintentional comedy and Michael is so unthreatening that it doesn’t hold together at all. I especially hate how Michael will just suddenly appear out of nowhere; the first movie utilises his forming out of the shadows so well, but it doesn’t fucking work the same if he’s just there, in a formerly empty and well-lit corridor. He’s not being beamed in by a spaceship.

3:39- God this film is slow. Michael’s hands look absolutely terrifically fucked up. I wish Laurie was here.

3:41- It is insufferable how this film has like ten climaxes. Jamie running to inspect Michael really just doesn’t make any sense. I understand why the filmmakers did it, but it doesn’t make sense. They allude to some connection between the two, but it’s really underplayed and doesn’t pay out well when so much of the movie is her being flatly scared of him. They could have – and should have – acted more on the idea of her finding some sort of familiar connection between them. Famously, the movie ends with the idea Jamie might have somehow inherited Michael’s drive to murder, but the plot thread disappointingly gets dropped after this movie.

3:47- It’s time for Halloween 5: The Revenge of Michael Myers. God, this movie is such a non-entity in the franchise. It doesn’t have 6’s turbulent history or 4’s dramatic ending. It just like, occurs. It occupies space and time. It tries to further the connection between Jamie and Michael, turning it into something psychic and supernatural, and begins to introduce elements of the Cult of Thorne before that takes over as the plot of 6, but none of it is interesting and I also hate the attempt to make Halloween a supernatural franchise.

4:04- The totally legal for sure stream I’m using starts fucking up so everything takes a break while I find somewhere else to watch it.

4:05- Contemplate if life is worth it.

4:06- Film returns. It’s not worth it.

4:27- If screaming at kids was always Dr Loomis’ brand of psychiatry no wonder he couldn’t help Michael.

4:30- You really need to put in more effort than this if you want to make someone being murdered in broad daylight scary. If you’re not putting in the kind of effort Midsommar does to sell the death, you aren’t gonna get there. Halloween as a franchise seems obnoxiously dedicated to doing shit in the middle of the fucking day, for something who built the power of the original scares so much off of the quiet and darkness of the shadows.

4:39- Imagine leaving a traumatised child alone because you want to get laid. Tina’s character is fucking absurd. There are far too much entirely interchangeable faces in this movie screaming incoherently.

4:57- The scene of Michael desperately trying to run Jamie over with a car while the camera swings around hysterically and then the car inexplicably exploding is like peak mid-sequel Halloween. It really exemplifies how much the franchise started relying on noise and flash instead of like, being scary.

5:02- Loomis begging Michael to ‘fight the rage that drives you’ and saying that killing will never drive the anger out is too little too late, ain’t it. I like the idea of an appeal to his emotions but there’s so little emotional weight to the rest of the movie that it fails to maintain a meaningful tone. All the moments where Jamie is communing with Michael are supposed to drive tension I guess, but it mostly is just very silly.

5:09- Every set in this movie look so much like a set. Considering the first movie was just shot in a house I don’t understand why they didn’t do the same. I like the prospect of Loomis trying to talk to Michael, to get through to him emotionally, but seeing Michael just standing there in the really goofy fucking mask they gave him this film is just ridiculous. Donald Pleasance can only do so much.

5:19- Again we return to the idea of getting through to Michael emotionally. Jamie calls him uncle and asks for him to take his mask off. He does, even. But there doesn’t feel like there’s any understanding of who Michael is; there’s no consistent psychology or examination, only the gut feeling that family has to be important. But we know how Michael feels about family, and it’s not tender. He speaks his own language.

5:21- Where the fuck did Loomis even get a giant chain net and tranquiliser drafts.

5:25- Sure why wouldn’t a guy with a machine gun show up and just start slaughtering everyone like who the fuck cares.

5:28- I take a break to gather my thoughts and feelings emotionally so I can handle watching Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers.

5:32- I change the cat litter to avoid watching Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers.

5:40- I start Halloween 6: The Curse of Michael Myers.

5:50- The woman calls into radio station and says she’s in love with Michael Myers is the only person in this film I respect.

5:51- The decision to bring back Tommy Doyle as a conspiracy theorist who’s obsessed with Michael is a great concept, which is why I’m glad Tommy Doyle is in Halloween Kills so I never have to say Halloween 6 makes a point again. Paul Rudd (yes, that Paul Rudd) is shockingly terrible in this movie, and also, I don’t like him as an actor, so nothing about this performance endears him to me. I have no fucking idea what they directed him to do. It is miserable.

6:01- I am straight up not having a good time bro.

6:03- This is the only Halloween movie in a long time to actually try and show off its location; Halloween 5 could be set literally anywhere and is unfollowable, but Halloween 6 at least attempts to ground the movie in Haddonfield and show that this is a normal neighbourhood. Unfortunately, this movie takes place in nonsense magic doo-doo land so any attempt to ground us in anything is a waste of fucking time.

6:13- There’s a lot of reasons I don’t like this movie; I think the additions of mythology are absurd and go against the themes of the original, the conclusion is dumb as hell, the story is boring. It isn’t scary and it isn’t well-shot or well-written. But on a more abstract level, I hate its schlock, cheap understanding of what obsession and trauma does to someone. I fucking loathe that it uses rape as a shock tactic and how much abuse it puts its female characters through for no catharsis.

6:50- This curry I’m eating sucks ass. I want that on the record.

7:22- Jesus fucking Christ it’s finally time for Halloween H20: 20 Years Later. I love this movie. I love it for the ambition it had. It might not be a as fully realised examination of trauma after time as Halloween (2018) is, but I admire it for its vision. It doesn’t try to mimic the style of the first film, and I guess there’s a certain loss in aesthetic as it’s more akin to Scream or other fairly uniform 90s slasher movies in appearance, but it’s a far more confident movie than the other middling Halloween sequels. It has a clear understanding of what it wants the movie to be and is genuinely tense and thrilling because of that, as well as more readily grounded in reality. It has a genuine respect for the original that others fail to and tries to build an original film that follows it in a meaningful sense.

7:56- Laurie is really condemned to be around people who don’t listen to her but as much of a horrible little punk shit her son is, narratives about inherited or family trauma make me go insane, so this all affects me still.

8:01- I like the discussion of fate in Frankenstein as parallel to the discussion of fate in the first movie. It’s silly, but I like it, and that’s on me.

8:07- One of the smartest moves this film makes is using its own score. A lot of the middling sequels just lift from the original without any care, but H20 puts in some effort into building up some actual atmosphere.

8:13- I like that Laurie is a mess but still holding it together. She’s jumpy and always watching, with a bottle of alcohol a little too close beside her. It’s not exactly the most monumental depiction of lifelong trauma, but the film makes an effort. I love its effort. I love Jamie Lee Curtis as well.

8:26- This film brings back a theatricality to the presentations of Michael’s victims that I feel the movies sorely lack. If it doesn’t look like an art project why bother? I was going to say I wish there was more development of the relationship with Michael and his nephew, but I don’t. I want more Laurie. Love Laurie.

8:28- Michael’s not good with keys. I love the fact that his hands and eyes are so clear, though. It brings back that kind of essential physicality he had in the original. Him making contact with Laurie, the shot of the two of them through the glass looking at each other is so fucking good.

8:34- Laurie standing in the drive with a fucking axe screaming Michael’s name as the Halloween them kicks in fucking rules so goddamn hard. The final fight scene between these two is an all-time great.

8:39- Laurie pulling a gun on a cop so she can kidnap the coroner’s van so she can make sure Michael is actually dead is fucking incredible. She’s the best person who’s ever been written. The final conclusion of the film, with Michael reaching out to her when he’s pinned down, and it’s unclear if he’s asking for help or trying to reach out to hurt her one last time but his eyes are filled with desperation is one of the best moments in any of the films, and the power of Laurie just delivering the killing blow makes it even better. The fact they both get to be so vulnerable and so human and have a moment, just a moment, where their hands touch for any reason other than violence is so fucking strong. I love this fucking movie.

8:45- Halloween: Resurrection. Because after just seeing Laurie fight for her life and get out alive, triumphing over Michael once and for all, obviously what we want is to have the whole thing turn out to be bullshit and a fake out and for Laurie to die in the first five minutes of this film? Fuck this movie man. Like fuck this movie.

8:59- as bad and stupid and shallow as this movie is, the slight manipulation Michael performs is pretty great, and Laurie’s line “Are you afraid of me?” is an all-time great. This film doesn’t earn Laurie’s death, though, and it doesn’t deserve Jamie Lee Curtis. I’m not even totally against the idea of finding out what Michael would do if all his family was dead, but this movie’s option of ‘be in a reality show being filmed in his house’ is probably the answer I never, ever, ever wanted.

9:03- I have given up.

9:25- People make a big deal out of the ending scene where Busta Rhymes electrocutes Michael Myers in the nuts but it is really the only moment of levity in what is otherwise the most boring experience anyone can have.

10:00- I am eating leftover candy and contemplating my life.

10:17- I boot up Halloween (2007). I have accepted death.

10:19- Yeah, what Halloween was really lacking was a guy yelling “I should crawl over there and skullfuck the shit outta you!” before hitting on his teenage stepdaughter. The level of overt grossness and extremity that Robert Zombert brings to this franchise is so fucking putrid and unnecessary. All he brings to this franchise is insane amounts of unbridled misogyny and pop psychology. I said the same thing last year and I’ll happily say it again; this movie’s idea of what makes a serial killer is like something from a daytime TV movie. I’m sure it was intended to be edgy, but the demonization of the working class and sex workers and the position of Michael as the lower-class outsider to the nice suburbs is the most conformist class politics in existence. Halloween (1978)’s depiction of a serial killer who was a part of and came from inside the nice, safe, upper middle-class suburb will always be a far, far more revolutionary statement than this.

10:44- I don’t believe this really gives Michael ‘more backstory’ since it basically just re-treads what the first movie did, but it sure does it worse. The film just takes an incredible amount of time to say ultimately nothing at all. What really gets me is that this does really destroy the Michael is the big bad boogeyman myth simply because the childhood it gives Michael doesn’t fit with who he is. The change just feels forced. The suddenness of his violence feels forced. There doesn’t seem to be any observation here other than it would be scary if a nice kid was actually murderer.

10:56- Why does Michael’s mother own a huge projector. The melodrama of her killing herself is so absurd.

11:03- Michael Myers gets called the F-slur so many times in this movie that I’m officially adopting him as part of the LGBT community.

11:12- people criticise the original for not having the most natural of dialogue for its teenage girl characters, but the teenagers in this film are so incredibly obnoxious that it’s borderline unbearable to watch. Their dialogue is unnatural too, because it’s the kind of shit a weird old man really, desperately wants teenage girls to say.

11:23- There isn’t a scene in this that doesn’t drag on for too long in a completely unfunny, charmless way. It’s also insanely aggravating how Zombie is incapable of holding the camera still for longer than a couple of seconds at a time, and why everyone in the movie always has to be twenty feet away at all times.

11:25- This movie is just the first movie but longer with people screaming fuck constantly and added rape scenes. It is so insanely fucking worthless it really defies description.

11:28- I could be hanging out with my friends but I’m watching a bad movie. Contemplating life again.

11:45- I wish Robert Zombert wasn’t so horny.

11:51- I like truly never want to hear screaming again. There’s so much noise in this movie all the time. There isn’t a fucking second of silence in this film that couldn’t be filled with someone screaming hysterically or shit breaking. There isn’t a moment where the camera holds still and lets us take in the information in the frame without wobbling deliriously or swinging around like it’s on a fucking office chair.

12:10- I wonder if I can go see Doctor Sleep tomorrow. It’s technically not Halloween anymore, but if I manage to watch all these films within twenty-four hours I think it still counts.

12:13- We’re on Halloween II (2009). I like that this movie opens up with an explanation of what the symbolism of the white horse represents, in case you’re too stupid to figure it out for yourself. I like that the flashback is also completely drained of colour, in case you’re too stupid to figure out that it’s a flashback, even after it had a title card explaining it was. Just in case you thought Michael turned into a kid again, or something.

12:17- Glad we’re back to the constant screaming and camera swirling, just in case you thought for a brief second you’d have a moment of fucking peace.

12:21- I joked about the absurdity of Ben Traimor in Halloween II (1982) getting hit by a van and then exploding but it really doesn’t match up to the pointless fucking spectacle of violence that occurs roughly every ten seconds in Halloween II (2009). There’s no reason whatsoever to have the coroner’s van full of rapists crash into a cow and have the most incredibly bloody crash scene ever while one of them screams fuck over and over, but it happens. It isn’t scary, funny, or interesting, but it sure happens. That just about sums up this movie. Loud, bloody, and gratuitous, but not, y’know, interesting.

12:39- What an exploitative ‘I think crazy chicks are hot’ vision of trauma this is.

12:48- The idea of Loomis cashing in on his fame and becoming a celebrity psychologist is a good idea, but in classic Rob Zombie way, it’s done in the least interesting way possible.

1:04- What the fuck is happening.

1:13- it is like fucking incredible how boring this movie is. None of these scenes have any purpose. It’s just stuff, it’s stuff to put on film, with no larger thesis or point. I don’t fully understand why anyone bothered making this movie.

1:29- Great, a party sequence. That’s what this film really needed. More pointless noise and scenes that go nowhere. It was way too quiet and plot-heavy until now.

1:31- Does Mr Zombie know he can just make music videos. Like wouldn’t it be easier.

1:55- The ending scene in this movie is so incredibly incoherent and unwatchable. The bringing of the strange psychic ghosts that haunt Michael and Laurie and making them real, physical presences only makes the film more incoherent. It’s all jerky, wild camera movements, strobe lighting and screaming from here on out. Michael is such a non-entity in this film. He’s in at least half the movie, but he’s not himself. He’s just like a big guy with a beard and one line.

1:59- The slo-mo is so unnecessary. Like you fucking had to make this movie even longer? For who? For what?

2:00- I wish we were all dead.

2:01- I think I’ve seen Blade Runner 2049, a movie I deeply love and cherish, less times than I’ve seen Rob Zombie’s Halloween II.

2:02- Feel depressed about this.

2:03- If I ever hear Love Hurts again, I’ll kill myself.

2:04- Spent two minutes in silent contemplation.

2:06- It’s finally time for Halloween (2018). It’s hard to understate how much respect I have for this movie. Like I said earlier, I admire H20 a lot for its attempt to be a reaction to Laurie’s trauma and grief, but it does not manage to pull this off with anywhere near as much grace and effectiveness as Halloween (2018). And on top of that, the film is stunningly shot, the only film on par with the original in terms of how beautiful and memorable the cinematography is.

2:10- The distance from which we see Michael initially is so great; there’s so much restraint. He’s unmasked for a good portion of the early movie, but the film holds back in a way that makes his face completely unreadable and instead focuses on people’s reactions to and fear of him. It gives a sense that he’s almost too frightening to be fully captured on film. We can never really understand the legend of Michael, the same way people who don’t see him ‘in the wild’ can’t; we can only see him through legends.

2:14- The soundtrack in this movie is a fucking incredible beast. John Carpenter is God, frankly.

2:17- I adore Laurie’s portrayal in this movie. She’s so cold and defensive towards people who don’t believe or respect her, but there’s a painful, raw vulnerability to her as well. She’s traumatised person who has run the gamut of people refusing to understand or respect her trauma or the worldview she’s developed. There’s such a profound mixture of power and pain, a sense of immense dignity to her. She’s sick to death of the lack of respect and cruelty she’s faced. I just love how much emotion was put into her performance, how much the filmmakers really cared about making her a fully realised expression of trauma and the way people react.

2:24- Dave blowing up a pumpkin with a firecracker is the most accurately teenage thing that’s ever happened in these movies.

2:25- Laurie standing on the sidewalk outside the school in a mirror of how Michael did rules. The callbacks in this movie are always so underplayed that they feel like they take actual meaning, rather than just being a case of demanding fans look at something cool they recognise.

2:31- I am deliriously sleepy. Laurie’s breakdown at family dinner is so painful. She carries so much grief; she is, in her eyes, the only one who does and who may ever know the truth, surrounded by people who can’t understand her because trying to put themselves in her world hurts them too much. I think Laurie’s daughter’s description of what it was like growing up in a survivalist environment filled with anxiety and paranoia is so key; it was traumatising for her to grow up in a trauma-based environment. I hope she gets more time in the next movie.

2:43- This is the third movie in the franchise where Michael kills people in a public toilet, but definitely the best time it’s been done. Michael throwing teeth at the journalist writing about him is something that is so insane that it’s now burned itself directly into my brain and I am incapable of not tweeting ‘i wish michael myers would throw teeth on me’ at least once every three weeks.

2:46- The gravity that’s given to Michael putting the mask on is mesmerising. Again, I love the physicality of his hands and motions; this movie doesn’t forget he’s a real, physical person.

2:52- I’m obsessed with Michael’s decision not to kill the baby. He’s on a random murder spree, killing anyone who he sees without any particular cause, but he passes right by the baby. Looks at it, and then chooses not to. He made an actual choice not to. I always wonder what was going through his mind at the time.

2:59- Alyson’s costume was a really great way to have her end up with the same silhouette as Laurie in the first movie without having her just straight up dress like her grandma. Nice touches.

3:01- “You are so getting dry-fucked tonight” is probably one of the most wretched lines of dialogue in this franchise.

3:09- Laurie hunting for Michael is so good. She’s so fucking ruthless in this movie; she’s afraid but she’s fucking tuned in completely to her revenge hunger.

3:13- Sartain is a character I really love. The set-up is obviously that he’s Loomis 2, Laurie even refers to him as “the new Loomis”, and he reflects and subverts this in interesting ways. I like that he calls Michael “property of the state”; it’s his own way of dehumanising Michael. To him, Michael is an asset, something to be poked and prodded and studied. But of course, unlike Loomis, his obsessive interest in Michael is far more appreciative.

3:16- This film’s ability to just use silence is so good.

3:17- The first time Alyson sees Michael is incredible. The musical sting. Fuck me. God, I love this movie. And God I love this fucking soundtrack.

3:22- The twist of Sartain turning and killing the cop, protecting Michael and trying to seek out what it feels like to kill is great. Also, the way he stroked Michael’s face? I hate to break it to you, but if you don’t think they were fucking? Grow up.

3:30- I love the drama of Michael’s corpse arrangements. Back to the good old art student days, I see. He’s having a midlife crisis. Every time Laurie and Michael see each other is so fucking powerful. The connection between the two of them is so vibrant. And her shooting half his hand off? Iconic. Really excited to see how the makeup department carries that on next film.

3:39- The final showdown sequence is incredible. Laurie and Michael nearly being on equal terms sounds like it should make it boring, if she can match him hit for hit, but the film never drops a level in tension. It manages to be surprising not just for us but also for Michael, who obviously wasn’t expecting to be on the back foot with Laurie, which only makes the scene more intense.

3:42- WHY IS HE SO STRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3:43- The performance of Karen screaming she needs help and she can’t do it only to shoot Michael point blank and then have Laurie emerge out of the shadows the way she does is one of the best fucking moments in cinema. The three women working together to defeat Michael and kill him where he stands, absolutely kicking the shit out of him and then setting him alight is fucking incredible. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen such a triumphant fucking ending in anything. The Strode women’s win feels like such an incredible fucking win. I have no fucking idea how Halloween Kills is going to follow this up.

3:46- I love this movie. The house burning down with Michael inside it is so striking. The way fire is shot is so powerful, and the ending shot of the Strodes? With Alyson holding the knife? A perfect movie.

3:47- I have died.

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lastsonlost · 6 years ago

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It never should have happened but at least this is good news.

Now how about we fired that judg....?

Nearly two years after the death of his 21-month-old son, Jonathan Vanderhagen remained angry. The toddler, Killian, died of hydrocephalus just three days after his father filed for full custody from the boy’s mother in 2017, and Vanderhagen saw Facebook as an outlet for not just his grief but as a way to honor his son’s spirit in photos of the boy laughing and playing with musical instruments.

It was also a way to lash out at the family court judge, Macomb County Circuit Court Judge Rachel Rancilio, who oversaw the custody case in Michigan through which Vanderhagen hoped to win sole custody of his son after alleging the boy’s mother was not taking him to important doctor appointments.

“My Son’s case 100% contradicts everything you claim to represent,” he wrote in one post on July 8, accompanied by photos of Rancilio hugging her father at a ceremony to join the Michigan governor’s task force on child abuse. “So wait Rachel you claim to be an advocate for ‘child abuse & neglect’ … very interesting … does my son Killian not fall into that category, does he not matter ?!?!”

In several posts from early July, he shared some of the judge’s personal social media posts and suggested that Rancilio needed to be removed from her seat on the bench.

The harsh words left the judge upset. What Vanderhagen viewed as free speech, Rancilio deemed a threat. The 35-year-old Chesterfield Township, Mich., man was arrested for his Facebook posts in July, and spent almost two months in jail awaiting a verdict.

On Thursday, Vanderhagen was acquitted on the misdemeanor charge of malicious use of a telecommunication device, concluding the case that has gripped the Detroit area for months and rekindled debates about what content represents a legitimate threat on social media.

“I am thankful the jury could see the truth,” Vanderhagen told reporters outside the courthouse.

In September 2017, Killian died of complications related to hydrocephalus, a health condition he was born with, the Macomb Daily reported. The father alleged that Killian’s mother wasn’t taking him to doctor’s appointments, but police did not press criminal charges in the boy’s death. He had been fighting for sole custody, but the boy was living with his mother when he died.

On social media, the bearded and tattooed dad frequently writes about his son. He shares photos with his black hair slicked back, laughing with his son or kissing the top of the smiling baby’s head. He posts items and memes featuring Charlie Brown and Snoopy, “Peanuts” characters that were special to his son.

The same online space where Vanderhagen shared memories of better days was also where the father blamed the court for not moving more swiftly in his custody case.

“I wont stop till changes are made, people are held accountable, careers are ended, & these kids get the justice they deserve,” he wrote in one of his Facebook posts.

After being made aware of Vanderhagen’s Facebook posts, Rancilio called the Macomb County Sheriff’s Office, which assigned an officer to investigate the content. After watching two videos and reviewing posts in which Vanderhagen accused Rancilio of being corrupt and elitist, the officer concluded the judge wasn’t at risk.

“At no time does he threaten harm or violence,” the officer’s police report says. “At this time, it does not appear there is any threat to Judge Rancilio.”

Despite that conclusion, the sheriff’s office increased patrols near the judge’s house. Vanderhagen was arraigned and his bond was set at a $10,000 on July 11, according to court records.

Vanderhagen, who paid $1,000 to get out of jail, then promptly returned to his keyboard. He posted several new complaints about how his son had been treated by the court.

A week later, he appeared in court again and a judge determined he had violated the terms of his bond. Among the posts the prosecutor used to paint Vanderhagen as menacing was a photo of himself holding a shovel with Rancilio’s initials photoshopped on the handle in neat, cursive lettering.

“Dada back to digging,” he wrote. “You best believe im gonna dig up all the skeletons in this court’s closet.”

When she saw that post, Rancilio testified in court, she feared for her life. A single mother of two children, the judge told the court she hired a security guard, installed a new home alarm system and didn’t let her kids play outside alone. Prosecutors argued the bereaved father had crossed a line by collecting information and screen shots from her personal social media accounts — moving from criticism to online stalking.

“I thought he was going to kill me and bury me after he was done,” she said on the witness stand Tuesday, according to the Detroit Free Press. “I was scared. I was afraid something bad was going to happen to myself or my children.”

The prosecution argued in court that both the volume and content of Vanderhagen’s posts, especially the ones that included photos of her family members, inspired real fear. Assistant Macomb Prosecuting Attorney Elizabeth Rittinger said the threats did not need to be direct to frighten the judge.

“It is undisputed that Rachel Rancilio felt threatened,” Rittinger told the Macomb Daily.

It’s not unusual for judges to receive threats on social media and pursue charges against the posters. But those threats are typically more specific and violent than Vanderhagen’s Facebook diatribes.

Two men threatened to beat an Ohio judge in 2018 who presided over juvenile cases. Earlier this year, an Illinois man who had been scolded by a judge for disrupting court posted her photo and address with the caption “she is going to get it.” But whether threats — even explicit ones — made on social media are “true threats” is a thorny issue that has risen all the way to the Supreme Court, which set a very high bar for defining a threat in its 2015 opinion for Elonis v. United States. To be a threat, the court ruled in an 8-to-1 decision, the poster has to intend to scare someone.

When Vanderhagen was arrested a second time on July 24 for violating a no-contact order by writing more posts on Facebook, his attorney argued the father didn’t mean for Rancilio to feel afraid.

“There’s no threats,” argued attorney Nicholas Somberg at a bail hearing after his client was arrested again and held on a $500,000 bond, the Macomb Daily reported. “There’s no reaching out to Judge Rancilio. There’s been no contact. There’s no inadvertent messages. All the messages after the no contact (order) are all very innocuous. There’s things going on behind the scenes, so what?”

A Michigan jury agreed. The jurors deliberated for 26 minutes on Thursday before Vanderhagen was acquitted and released.

"I think that Jonathan should continue speaking the truth, I think he should continue researching our elected public officials and telling people what happened to him and warning other people about the court system,” Somberg said after the verdict.

Rancilio did not immediately return a request for comment late Thursday night.

Vanderhagen told the court he had been digging up information about the court to warn people about his bad experiences. He added that he did not mean to threaten or harass the judge.

“It’s not to terrorize her,” he said, according to the Detroit Free Press, “it’s to warn people.”

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enixamyram · 6 years ago

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Hey, guess what, I’ve found another screen rant I want to react to! I wasn’t planning to do any more but, reading through this article, I just have SO many problems with it... So Let’s do another, agree or disagree with a Screenrant article made by someone with no bias at all. (Sarcasm for the last part by the way.) So let’s see:

Agreed with this point. People act like, if the characters weren’t on screen then they disappeared or something. Maybe they were just living their own lives?

... I don’t even understand this article. Apparently this is 20 things people get wrong and this point is that the timeline can make sense, but then OP goes on to say “However, the more characters were introduced and the more worlds the characters ventured into, it became clearer and clearer that time didn't work the same way everywhere... However, in a world of fairytales, expecting anything more than that is simply asking too much. What does it matter, exactly, when some of these events took place as long as we know that they were a long time ago in a universe not at all like our own?”

Like, so that means this isn’t something people get wrong - the timeline DOESN’T make sense - so what the hell is it doing in this article? You can’t claim you’ve solved it just because you shrug and go “yeah but it’s magic so what do you expect?”

I mean the text directly conflicts the title/bullet point. Luckily I can still safely say I disagree, both with the title and the text because the timeline became f*cked, and just making an embarrassed shrugging face doesn’t change that.

I can’t even say disagree because this is just plain wrong! I don’t quite understand this writer. I can’t tell what they’re deal is, like did they just give a poor title to their article?

Season 1 - The Original Curse Season 2 - Belle and Sneezy lost their memories. Season 3 - Everyone lost a year. Season 5 - Camelot Season 6 - Emma lost her memories Season 7 - Another Curse.

Notice how I left out 4? Well this is where I’m getting confused because this is what OP had to say about Season 4: “While season four dabbled with alternate universes, memories were never wiped or reset in the way they were in every other season.”

... But their memories WERE wiped! They were essentially in a curse because their memories WERE wiped and they WERE given new identities just like the original curse. So yes, memory wipes did in fact happen every single season!

So I can’t agree or disagree because maybe some people do call Ruby a lesbian, but most everyone I talk to calls her bi... So I’ma just skip this one.

Note: She’s bi people. This is canon. If you don’t agree then tough shit.

Agreed, there’s plenty of other ways true love can be proven. TLK is probably just the most convenient, lol.

Kind of agree? I mean I think most people do know and acknowledge this but I guess it can sometimes escape people without realising in passing sentences?

This is true. It was a lame and terrible reveal that made no sense but it was revealed.

... Like, I’m getting confused again. Because this title either doesn’t fit or the writer lives under a rock because no one get’s this wrong! Everyone - rightfully - calls out Zelena for what she did. Even Zelena fans admit what she did was messed up!

... I do agree, I don’t think she made up for all the awful things she did and she definitely became “one of the team” way too quickly for my liking. (I’m hesitant because I suddenly have an idea what side of the fandom wrote this article and I can pretty much predict where it’s going.)

AND THERE IT IS!

DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE. DISAGREE.

“Nothing says good guy like being an older man who takes advantage of a young girl, impregnates her, and lets her go to jail for crimes you yourself committed.” First off, we don’t know his age. Second, he didn’t ‘impregnant’ her. She got pregnant. It takes two to tango though I doubt the writer knows this. And third, Emma went to jail for HER crimes. Sorry, dear writer, but let me just fill you in. Aiding and abetting a fellow criminal IS A CRIME! Emma did wrong and she was punished for it. I don’t necessarily agree with what Neal did but he is not responsible for where Emma ended up.

“Even further, nothing says good guy like someone who mocks the woman he allegedly loves for the years of trauma, suffering, and scars she endured as a result of your callous, selfish behavior.” ... WHEN?!

“... Neal Cassidy became more and more like the selfish, frequently malicious parents who raised him.” ... Again, WHEN?! Like seriously, selfish maybe but malicious?!

“In no world would he have been the right man for Emma or a good father to Henry because he could never accept accountability for any of his many wrongdoings.” Except, you know, Neal knew Henry all of five minutes and was already dedicated to being a great dad to him and literally was WAY better at being a father to Henry than Hook ever was to the kid. And I added the Hook part because my God, the writer of this article couldn’t be more obvious a CS shipper if they had every sentence end with swans and pirate flags.

It’s amazing how, even dead, they’re still threatened by Neal’s character.

Maybe this was true in S6, but by S7 they had clearly retconned it, making the Wish Realm a very real place. Otherwise there’s a ton of plot holes and you’ve got to be a real idiot to say you’d rather accept plot holes than that the Wish Realm might actually be real.

(Also, just saying, another terrible title because what happened to Emma and Regina when they were in the Wish Realm very much DID happen. So again, really poor titles for this article that clearly doesn’t know what it’s point is.)

... She VIOLATED everyone’s minds by erasing their memories and TRIED TO MURDER ZELENA!

She may have had good intentions but that doesn’t change the fact that she was a villain for a season! Dude, have you never heard the phrase “the road to hell was paved with good intentions”?! I’ll defend Emma turning Hook into a Dark One for sure, but trying to completely ignore the awful things she did?! Jesus Christ!

Again... What? OP... Everyone already KNOWS this. This article is meant to be things people gets wrong but, honestly, I think OP’s the only idiot who gets things wrong at this point. So I’m once again torn because I agree with the statement but I don’t agree that this is something people get wrong.

*Sigh* OP’s giving me a migraine. Not because their statement is incorrect, but because all their reasoning is!

“Regina, as we know, went back and forth to points outside of Maine many times during the preceding 28 years.” It was actually explained, by Regina herself to Hook in Season 2, that because she (and he) had no cursed memories, crossing the town line would not affect them.

“Greg and Tamara are also able to cross the town lines, with Greg even remembering the tiny town for years and years after a traumatic encounter within it during his childhood.” Again. The town line affects people who ARE CURSED! This is made very clear! Henry can also cross the town line when he went to get Emma.

The title, once again, is misleading. People are able to leave - so long as they don’t CROSS THE TOWN LINE. That’s the part CURSED people are not able to do.

I’ve given up Agreeing and Disagreeing at this point. OP’s points are making my brain hurt so let’s just move on.

You’re right OP. It did serve a purpose. It’s purpose was to be a cash grab!

Apparently OP’s excuse is that Anna and Elsa helped Emma come into her own as a magic user? Like yeah, I’m calling bullshit. Emma had no problem using her magic until they brought Frozen in, then they made a whole storyline of Emma having problems just to justify having Elsa struggle and then help her with it.

And after they left they were barely even mentioned. So, again. NO PURPOSE. (Apart from a cash grab.)

Okay, so actually, I do agree. Regina is still Henry’s mum but the fact is, his adoption can’t be legal because Regina would need to have lied on her application and all the usual checks usually done for people wanting to adopt couldn’t possibly have happened.

I was going to agree on technicality but you know what? No.

DISAGREE!

Just because the couples aren’t perfect doesn’t make them toxic. (Using OP’s examples:) “Robin's relationship with Regina results in his being repeatedly assaulted and fathering a child as a result of that assault.” Wow, dude, wait to blame the girlfriend for some of the bad stuff that happened in Robin’s life. I sure feel sorry for whoever you end up with if this is how you see it. “Hook and Emma frequently lie to one another as well,” Lying does not equal a toxic relationship! Certain lies, maybe, but general lying is just what people do when they’re embarrassed or ashamed or upset. What counts is what you’re lying about and also whether or not you come clean about it.

The only one I’ll agree with is RumBelle but even then OP completely misses the reason WHY they’re a toxic relationship. Instead they generalise it into very un-toxic details.

... Again... Like... I agree with the statement but NO ONE GETS THIS WRONG!

OP is clearly just using this article as an excuse to bash Regina. And I’m not a Regina fan, but no, dude, if you’re gonna do this then make a “20 of the worst things Regina ever did” list. Not a “20 things people get wrong” and then list a bunch of things that one in ten people gets wrong!

And now OP’s repeating. Because I’m pretty sure this was covered in the 4th one? Like, agree. I guess. But it feels like OP was running out of things and figured Regina bashing again would be too obvious or something.

Okay. Now this is something a lot of people won’t agree with but... I do.

I agree the show was intended to be Emma’s story and that it then got popular and other characters got popular and it branched out into something more.

... However OP is still a colossus idiot because they ended on this sentence:

“It's what made the concept of a seventh season without almost any of the Charmings such a laughable concept - and such a colossal failure, as well.” And while Season 7 may not be the masterpiece I pretend it is to piss of anti’s, it is also far from the worst. OP just hates it because their fav wasn’t centre stage and they’re bitter as hell.

Wow this was probably the stupidest article yet. OP either clearly doesn’t know what they were meant to be doing (a list of things people often forget about the show) or they just wanted to make a list where they bitched a few points and couldn’t be bothered to think of a catchy title or reason why. Either way, OP’s an idiot and most of these points are ridiculously dumb.

#Once Upon A Time #Screen Rant #Agree Or Disagree #Ruby Lucas #Killian Jones #Zelena #Robin Hood #Anti Regina Mills #Neal Cassidy #The Wish Realm #Emma Swan #Anti Frozen Arc #Henry Mills #Anti RumBelle #Captain Swan #Outlaw Queen

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Rager

Happy Valentine's day to @im-reddie ! Surprise! Okay, this gift is going to be a little different, as it’s going to be a multichap fic. It’ll (hopefully) be done before the end of the month! I hope you fave an, as Richie would put it, “Fan-fucking-tastic” Valentine’s day!

The music thudded through his bones, heart pounding to the beat as it shot through him, shaking him to his very core. With one hand clasped tightly around his microphone and the other holding up his thick glasses, he turned to face the crowd ahead, the smell of smoke and stale beer flooding his nostrils. Adrenaline coursed through his system, pooling low in his belly with that kind of pre-show excitement that was impossible to replicate. He lived for the feeling. His freckled face sported a wide grin as he strode forward, ratty black vans toeing the edge of the makeshift stage, nearly going over the edge.

"HELLO, DERRY!" He hollered, letting his voice ring into the mic before taking another breath. "ARE WE READY TO ROCK!?" The crowd roared in approval, hoisting red cups and joints in respect. Richie shoved one hand through his heavy curls, letting it fall to tap on his thigh. "I SAID," He began again, thriving in the madness of his element. "ARE. WE. READY. TO. ROCK!?" The crowd screamed in response, a few people lurching forward and pumping their fists. Richie laughed, holding up a hand to silence the screamers. "BEFORE WE BEGIN," He shot his bandmates a wink over his shoulder. "I'D LIKE TO INTRODUCE THE REST OF THESE HERE LOSERS!" Smoke pooled on the ceiling of the basement, party in full swing.

Richie almost felt bad for the poor fool holding the rager.

Almost.

He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind as he pointed one long finger at the girl with fiery red hair standing just to his left, guitar a bright cherry to match. "THIS BADASS," He took a heaving breath, quivering with excitement, the bracelets he wore swinging loosely around his wrist at his every motion. "IS BEVERLY FUCKING MARSH!" She shot him a tongue-between-teeth grin, green eyes shining as she hammered out a riff, fingers flying on the frets with ease to the crowd's delight. He clicked his tongue and fired off some finger-guns, unable to resist a small quip. "SINGLE, AS ALWAYS!"

Her strings rang out as she lifted her hand, middle finger extended and eyes blazing. Richie shrugged innocently, turning back to the crowd. "Hey, whatever, I'm still an eligible bachelor!" That earned him a few hooting laughs. He turned on a heel and looked in the direction of his drummer, said drummer beating on the cymbals with a passion that Richie had always admired. "HERE WE HAVE BIG BILL!"

Bill shot him a dazzling smile, throwing in a drumroll for effect, hair ruffled and head banging in time to his rapid beat. "RUMOR HAS IT, HE ONLY COMMUNICATES WITH GRUNTS!" Bill rolled his eyes, but crashed the cymbals in appreciation, barking out a small laugh before returning to a normal steady beat. "AND LASTLY,"

He turned to face the well-dressed bass player behind him, able to feel the impressive glare he was sporting before he made eye-contact. "WE'VE GOT STAN THE MAN, WHO WILL INCINERATE ME ON THE SPOT IF I SAY ANOTHER WORD!" Stan's composure crumpled and he giggled, causing a small flicker of pride to erupt in Richie's chest. He prided himself on making Stan laugh while he was performing, knowing that sometimes, the pressure seemed to be too much for him. Tonight didn't seem to be one of those nights. "WE ARE,"

Richie paused for dramatic effect, raising one hand in a fist above his head for emphasis. "THE LOSER'S CLUB!" The screams of approval were more than enough to let him know that tonight, things were going to be out of control.

Just the way he liked it.

He turned to Bill and nodded. "Hit it!"

The pounding of the kick drum made his heart soar, his blood pounding through him in time to the steady beat. Cymbals crashed, and then, Stan began to work his magic, the speakers mounted beneath the stage causing the floor to rattle from the noise. Once Bev began to strum, Richie knew that it was now or never.

His lips hugged the microphone as he leaned in, wild curls bouncing in time with the song. "You got two black eyes from loving too hard, and a black car that matches your blackest soul. I wouldn't change ya, oh. Wouldn't ever try to make you leave, no." The lyrics came easily to him, soaring from his throat with certainty, every note hanging perfectly suspended in the air, floating in the room. It was easily one of his best performances.

He lifted his hand and closed his eyes, keeping his one scarred palm high in the air, bracelets catching the blue party lights that streamed through the smoke, beacons in the night. His fingers snapped in time and he shimmied across the stage, stepping in Stan's direction as Bev hammered out an impromptu guitar solo. He'd learned to trust her judgment. She'd never disappointed with her handiwork before, and tonight was no exception.

Her hips swayed, blue and orange spotted sundress coupled with her leather jacket making her stand out in all the best ways. "Great show, eh Stanthony?" Richie heard him huff out an agitated breath, followed quickly by a small laugh.

"It's just the first song, don't go getting a big head about it." Richie turned his head and watched Stan's fingers for a moment, secretly admiring the way they twined with the strings. It was only when Bill smashed the cymbals again that he looked up to realize that Stan's gaze was firmly fixed on the far corner of the room, and if Richie didn't know better, he'd say Stan looked absolutely whipped. The bassist's cheeks were colored an intriguing shade of pink, his lips curled into a lovestruck smile as he hammered out the solid line.

"He's here?" Richie asked excitedly, making sure to lower the mic. Stan's lips formed a thin line, but his ears turned a rather delightful shade of red. "Oh my God, he is!" He crowed, sliding closer to Stanley and trying to figure out who he'd been making mooneyes at.

It had been like that for, allegedly, every gig the band wound up at, the mystery guy making his appearance every. Single. Damn. Time. And to Richie's utmost annoyance, he had eluded his gaze every time he showed. To make matters worse, Stan always clammed up whenever he was mentioned, which just made Richie more determined to figure out who Stan's secret crush was.

And so, there he stood, fruitlessly scanning the crowd of drunks and partygoers, searching for anyone who matched Stan's type as Bev's kickass playing rocked the floor. What Stan didn't know, was that Richie knew more than a little bit about his type. Stan, as far as he knew, always went for guys with brown hair, sometimes auburn, with eyes that drew attention to themselves. He liked them to be mellow, but still adventurous enough to hit up a party, and they always got points with him if they were well dressed.

With that in mind, he continued to look through the smoke, stealing over to Bev's side. "He's here!" Beverly instantly bolted to attention, her once loose limbs stiffening, a smile of disbelief sparking into existence on her face.

"Actually?!" Richie nodded enthusiastically.

"Yep!" He agreed, popping the 'P'. "Wrap up the solo, I'm going to go see if I can steal a few glances." She clicked her tongue and nodded. Richie pulled the microphone to his lips again and adjusting the loose Hawaiian shirt that clung to his shoulders. "LADIES AND GENTS, GIVE IT UP FOR BEVERLY MARSH!"

Bill's drumming kicked up a notch, which Richie took as his cue to start belting out the lyrics once more. "The black magic of Mulholland Drive! Swimming pools under desert skies-" It was when he stopped for breath that his eyes connected with another pair in the crowd, doe-eyed, brown, and altogether a marvel. He jerked his head back almost reflexively, but kept his eyes locked with those of the stranger as he continued on. "Drinking white wine in the blushing light, just another LA Devotee!" He could see through the smoke that the stranger was bouncing in time with the thudding beat, tongue poking out from between his lip as his eyes slid closed.

A noticeable blush suddenly crept onto the smaller boy's face as he caught the singer's gaze and Richie grinned widely, finally tearing his gaze away and creeping over to Stan, spinning his mic as he did so, earning a loud cheer from the partygoers. He pointed with his free hand between words, raising one eyebrow questioningly, secretly hoping that that wasn't his mystery man. The flush that flooded Stan's face was enough to let him know.

"Fuck off, Richie." He hissed through his teeth. Richie's triumphant grin didn't feel nearly as good as he imagined it would. He always imagined Stan would like somebody boring and normal, not somebody that-

He shook his head to clear his thoughts as he launched into the key change, his voice carrying brilliantly. He squeezed his eyes shut, putting his soul into the song, holding up his glasses and jerking his head back to finish the song, shooting the mystery man a cocky grin. "Just another LA devotee!"

He couldn't help the small surge of joy that fluttered in his stomach when the mystery boy put his hands together, the soft smile on his lips louder than the cheering crowd could ever hope to be. "THANK YOU, DERRY!" Richie hooted as Bill's cymbals crashed, signaling the end of the song. He held out his hand, palm-up to silence the roaring crowd. "Alright, we always open up with a cover song, so now..." Bill started up a drumroll, the room falling silent with anticipation. "We're doing an original!" He then turned to Bill and nodded sharply, launching them into another song.

He tried desperately not to think about the boy in the pink collared shirt. Trying not to think of his big doe-eyes, and his stupid half-smile, and the way he was beginning to look slightly confused. A hot flush flooded Richie's cheeks, and for the second time that night, Richie jerked his eyes away from those of the equally red spectator.

"I said I see the ghosts as they run around, hear the distant screams as the walls come down in my heart." The throbbing of the drums echoed through him and he skimmed the crowd, mentally doing an inventory of every person, hating that he could just feel a certain pair of brown eyes on him. "I'm up in my room and I'm all alone, got a mixtape on while I'm gettin' stoned, oh-woah-oh."

You had your casual drunks, your stoners, your frat girls... He waggled his eyebrows seductively at an especially skanky specimen as he continued. "Wishin' you were here, wishin' I was there, wishin' I'd stay strong, that I didn't care, but oh-" It was as though a magnet kept pulling him back to the shorter boy, and in each gap in the lyrics, he noticed something new about him.

He's smiling.

"I just want you back, like it was before-"

He's getting closer.

"I want you in my arms, and against my door-"

He's right at the edge of the stage.

"Wanna taste your lips, see what you've got in store-"

He's got freckles.

That last thought caused his heart to skip a beat, and he found himself prancing ahead, twirling the mic loosely in his fingers. "Oh, you know me inside out, my ups and downs, make me scream and shout out loud. And I know your skin like the back of my hand, wanna chase the stars, wanna make a plan, oh-" He'd locked eyes again, but this time, he couldn't look away. "But most of all..." A wide grin overtook his features as the boy blushed heavily, reaching down to his waist. "I wanna hold your hand." Beverly's guitar began to ring, and he watched the boy press a powder-blue inhaler to his lips and return it to his-

Oh, my God.

He's wearing a fanny-pack.

Richie didn't have time to dwell on the new discovery, his lips taking off without him as he launched into the next verse, and then to the bridge, stealing over to the far right of the stage to distract himself from the weak fluttering in his chest. "And oh, I wanna know if this real, cause if I don't, I'm never gonna heal!" Hands were thrust toward him as he teetered on the edge of the stage, and he leaned over to give a few high-fives, words still tearing from his throat. "And I'm never gonna understand just why I couldn't be your man, just why I couldn't let you know that I would never let you go, and I'm sorry if I broke your heart, and I wish that I could restart, I know that this did not go like we planned." He paced back to the middle as the music crested around him, rising, until finally- "I know that I can never hold your-" He looked over at the spot where the mystery boy had once stood and tried to swallow past the sudden lump in his throat.

"Hand." He finished, staring at the empty spot where he had once stood. He tried to force away the small swell of disappointment in his chest. Stan had first dibs anyway, he shouldn't be obsessing over Stan's weird crush. But... he really wanted to.

It took extreme amounts of self-control for him to power through the set, his eyes drifting through the crowd in search of a pink shirt and a fanny pack to no avail. He could have sworn he saw him in the lights, standing off in the far corner next to the spiked punch. But then, he'd blink, or the lights would flash against his glasses and blind him. But even through that, he looked back toward the long table, secretly hoping that Fanny-Pack would make a reappearance.

He nearly leapt out of his skin when Stan tapped him on the shoulder, the noise of Bev tuning her guitar echoing quietly in the background.

"So, you saw him?.." Richie grinned and wrapped one lanky arm around Stan's shoulders, feigning nonchalance easily.

"Course I did, Stanny!" He chirped, releasing the bassist as he ducked out of the one-armed embrace. "Quite the catch!" Stan looked like he wanted to sink into the floor, but even he with his heart of stone couldn't hold back the contented sigh that breezed past his lips.

"He is, isn't he?" He mumbled. Richie nodded, biting down hard on his cheek to keep all of the sexual comments trapped behind his lips at bay, swallowing them and letting them join the rolling mass of emotions in his gut.

"Got that right!" Stan shuffled his feet uncertainty, not meeting Richie's eyes.

"You won't..." He bit his lip and looked up at his taller bandmate, mistrust evident on his pointed features. "You won't tell anyone, will you?" Richie smirked.

"About your fanny-pack boy? Nah." A flicker of confusion sparked across the well-groomed one's face, but it was quickly replaced by one that Richie would categorize as amusement.

"Right." Stan echoed, an almost smug smile falling onto his lips. "Fanny-pack boy." Richie nodded, leaning just a little closer to Stan.

"He got a name?" Stan shrugged, but the flush on his cheeks was more than enough to tip him off.

"I'm not giving you the satisfaction." Was all he said in response to the question. Richie stuck out his lower lip in an exaggerated pout, causing Stan to snort. "If you're that curious, find out yourself." The singer pushed up his glasses, making a point of using his middle finger, which caused Stan to chuckle under his breath.

"Fine by me, Stanthony." And with that, Richie strode casually to the edge of the stage, stowing his microphone on the stand before hopping off. His worn shoes connected with sticky concrete, slick with sweat and spilled beer. The party seemed to be a writhing mass of motion around him as he ducked under arms and around couples, oblivious to the steely brown eyes watching his every move.

Stan kept his gaze firmly trained on the mess of a human being as he ducked through the crowd, his mind racing. He pretended to tune his bass and forced himself to take a deep breath through his nose, letting it out through his grit teeth.

It was one small lie.

Even as he thought it, he knew it wasn't true. The taste of smoke filled his mouth and he exhaled sharply, left hand closing into a fist that quivered on the neck of his bass.

It should have been one small lie.

He mentally corrected himself, delivering a fair sized mental slap across the face for good measure. What had he been thinking? He had known, oh, he had just known that Richie would never leave him alone, constantly badgering him to find someone, or, as the trashmouth had put it, 'Put himself out there'. It had started small, but then again, with Tozier, everything started small. It was the small comments that tipped him off, such as: 'Oh, she's cute!' or 'Wonder if he's single?' or (one that made his skin crawl) 'I'm always here, Stanny'. That particular comment was meant to be a joke, that he knew. But to him, it held a double meaning. Richie, as far as he was concerned, would always be single, as nobody sane would consider him as more than a friend. But it also meant that he would always be there to try and get him to hook up with someone, anyone. Never stopping, never ceasing...

Stan fiddled with his strap, tightening it a smidgeon. It wasn't like he didn't know who he liked. That thought made his cheeks turn an alarming shade of red, fingers slipping from the bass and causing it to ring out, earning him a worried glance from Bill. He smiled weakly and his heart skipped a beat when Bill returned it, brilliant blue eyes turning to fix on the drumsticks he was twirling expertly between his fingers, tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth, practically begging for Stan to go over and-

No, no, no, no, NO.

That, was exactly why he had invented the mystery guy. To keep attention away from himself and- certain bandmates. It was never meant to be more than that, really. He'd just claim that the guy was there, point vaguely with his chin, and that would be it. But no. Stan pulled his lower lip past his teeth and bit down, a few stray curls falling over his eyes as he returned his attention to his bass.

Of freaking course, he would find a way to screw up what was- quite possibly- the world's easiest lie to maintain. It wasn't his fault that Bill had managed to pull off a particularly hard drum fill, or that Bill had twirled his drumsticks right after, chest heaving, smile wide enough to light up the whole of Derry. And it certainly wasn't his fault that Bill had chosen to smile at him after this impressive feat, causing Stan's normally sure fingers to fumble.

And there was no way it was because of him that Bill's face lit up like a Christmas tree, a small, surprised laugh escaping the drummer's lips. That was just ridiculous. And it was just the lights that caused Bill's cheeks to tint.

That was all.

But he could only blame himself for what he did next. He tore his gaze away from the drumset and willed himself to stare at anything else, think about the song, focus on the rhythm, on the lyrics, on something else. Which, of course, was when Richie had spotted him. He would admit to looking a little lovestruck, hell, he would even admit to panicking in the heat of the moment.

He had even allowed himself to breathe once Richie had sauntered off, hips swaying in time, one hand clutching the mic in a deathgrip as the other drummed on his thigh in time to the beat, scruffy curls falling low on his neck. He had allowed himself to slip into a false sense of security and had managed to make it through the set without embarrassing himself further, which was something he was rather proud of, considering how many times he had looked over his shoulder at Bill and met his eyes, quickly jerking his head in the opposite direction.

Right to meet the condescending gaze of the one and only Trashmouth Tozier, and oh boy, did he ever look smug. Stan thought he had been figured out, and he couldn't stop himself from trying desperately to think up a decent explanation, until Richie said something that left him confused. As far as he knew, Bill didn't wear a fanny-pack, nor was he in the crowd. But somebody else Stan knew sure did.

He grimaced at the thought of what he had done to Eddie, one of his best friends, but really, what else could he have done?

Confessed the truth?

Shame washed over him in a hot wave and he took a shuddering breath of cloudy air, wincing as the taste of weed and cheap cigarettes flooded his throat. Why did it have to be so bloody complicated? To make matters worse, Richie was now stalking around the party in search of poor Eddie Kaspbrak, who didn't even know what was going on. He knew Eddie well enough to know that Richie's methods of torture (which he had affectionately dubbed flirting) wouldn't work well on his small, spitfire friend.

But hey, at least Richie would leave him alone now.

He shoved his guilt to the far corner of his mind, hoping against all hopes that maybe, just maybe, Richie wouldn't do anything stupid.

Something told him that he'd be lucky if that were true.

Eddie Kaspbrak, for lack of a better term, was fucking tired. He was tired of the smoke and the lights. He was tired of the stupid thudding music blaring through the speakers, of the way everyone looked at him like he didn't belong, like he was an animal in a zoo rather than a partygoer. He huffed angrily and pulled out his inhaler, taking a lungful of the placebo contained in the powder blue box.

He didn't even want to be there, not really. He leaned up against the kitchen counter and sighed heavily, his small frame falling awkwardly between a nasty looking spill and a crumpled bag of salted chips. He shuffled his feet and hung his head, fingers clutching the fanny-pack on his hip.

Stan had wanted him there.

It made sense, really, that Eddie managed to catch at least one performance made by his best friend's band, but he had hardly made it through the first song before the whole room seemed to close in on him. It was like they knew. It was like they knew how insecure he was about the whole event, how the walls seemed to be getting closer, how every time someone bumped into him he withered just a little bit inside. His heart rate had been frenzied, and he couldn't help but realize just how stupid his fears had been.

It was just a party.

His best friend was playing, and damn it, he was going to support him.

He just wished Stan had warned him about their loudmouthed front-man. Sure, Eddie had heard of the infamous Richie Tozier, but not once had he actually seen him. He raked one hand down his freckled face and groaned, trying to banish all thoughts of Richie from his head because oh fuck, he was cute. His curls had bounced enticingly around his too-thick glasses, murky brown eyes shining in the low light. He hated to admit that he had been staring. And of course, Stan had warned him that their lead singer had a weird way of telling when people were staring, but Eddie hadn't believed him until Richie had looked at him, wide grin in place on his face.

And then, their eyes had locked, and as stupid as it had seemed, Eddie had felt like the song was for him. It was as though Richie was magnetic, the way he pranced around the stage drawing Eddie closer and closer, and before he knew what was really happening, he was standing right at the edge of the stage, gazing up at the tall singer in the Hawaiian print. And he was so close now, so fucking close and Eddie had to take a heaving shot from his inhaler to try and draw his attention elsewhere.

There was no way in hell Richie Tozier knew.

He hated that he had to fight to convince himself that that was true.

He let his eyes slide closed and let out a shaky breath through his teeth, hands clenched into tight fists that quivered at his sides.

He didn't know. Richie Tozier had no way of knowing, and besides, he had shot a wink at a few frat girls, not at him. Not at the lonely, closeted, worthless, wrong-

"Hey, you okay?" Eddie's head whipped up so fast he thought he would give himself whiplash, eyes flying open to reveal-

"Oh, hey, Ben." He managed to mumble, heart hammering against his ribs. "Yeah, I'm fine." He cursed himself when his voice cracked. Ben's eyebrows raised skeptically and Eddie watched his larger friend heave a sigh.

"Are you sure?" Eddie bit his lip, shuffling his feet and averting his gaze, focusing on the mess of cups strewn about on every spare surface.

"Yeah." The lie fell easily from his lips, but he knew even as he spoke that Ben saw right through him.

"Right." He agreed, mistrust shining in his eyes. It looked like he wanted to say more, but Eddie knew he wouldn't. Ben, Eddie had figured out, was the kind of person who didn't like to push himself into uncomfortable or personal situations, which was part of the reason why they got along so well. Ben didn't ask questions that went too far. Sure, he gave the best advice when prompted, but he didn't like to pry, and that was more than fine by Eddie.

"Right." He echoed, and that was that. Eddie Kaspbrak was at a party, surrounded by drunks, germs, and other unimaginable things, and he was absolutely, one hundred percent fine.

What a big fucking lie.

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GC: D4V3 G3T UP

TG: no fizzle that TG, niggaz, better recognize: im a liznie mah ass right dizzown H-to-tha-izzere fo` a while chillin' slightly less coo' than i mizzy myself out ta be ordinizzle

GC: YIZZAY M-TO-THA-IZZUST ST4ND T4LL, ONLIZZLE 4 TRU3 HIZZY COULD PULL OFF SIZZY 4N 4CRIZZLE FUCK1NG P1ROU3TT3 OFF OF TH4T H4NDL3 > now pass the glock:]

TG: T-H-to-tha-izzat be basically W-H-to-tha-izzat i jizzle did isnt it

GC: You gotta check dis shit out yo. Y3S

TG so i can get mah pimp on: thats what im do'n here im mak'n a P-to-tha-izzoint of makin every shawty th'n takes plizzle whiznat was once mentioned 'n pass'n no crazy ass nigga how seemingly trivial or pizzles TG: Drop it like its hot. T-H-to-tha-izzats hiznow all tha best adventures git strizzung pimp TG: yizzou havent heard me bleat liznike a goat fo` ironically humorous purposes yet H-to-tha-izzave yiznou

GC: NO!!! >:o

TG: T-H-to-tha-izzat was sum-m sum-m T-H-to-tha-izzat was mentioned at some P-to-tha-izzoint by somizzle i forget whizzle or wizzy TG: i bet you be on goddamn pins n needles wait'n fo` that arent you

GC: 4R3 YIZZOU 4BOUT TA BL34T L1K3 4N 34RTH GO4T, D4V3 but real niggaz don't give a fuck?

TG: no TG: fuck T-H-to-tha-izzat

GC: >:[ GC: TH3N W1LL YIZZY 4T L34ST G3T UP? Dogg House Records in the motha fuckin house.?

TG: no TG fo' sho': fizzay you TG: go away

GC: 4UGH GC: WHY DO 1 DO TH1S TA MYS3LF

TG: what

GC: Fo'-fo' desert eagle to your motherfuckin' dome. SUBJ3CT MYS3LF TA TH3 MOODY NIZZY3 OF CURMUDG3IZZLE C4NDY BLIZZAY FIZZLE!

TG so you betta run and grab yo glock: i dizzay TG: why be yizzou even perpetratin' ta me anyway TG aww nah: aside from tha fact thizzat several hours from now yizzou apparizzle forgizzle i dont nee' consolatizzle n oughta be lizzy alone

GC so bow down to the bow wow! M4YB3 1T JUST SO H4PP3NS TH4T FO` ONC3 TH1S 1SNT 4BOUT YIZZY! I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. GC: M4YB3 1 4M TH3 ON3 WHO N33DS SOM3 H3LP, H4S TH4T OCCURR3D TA YIZZLE, MR CIZNOOLK1D???

TG: Real niggas recognize the realness. oh

GC: Freak y'all, into the beat y'all. 4NYW4Y, 1 R3M3MB3R NOW GC cuz its a pimp thang: SORRIZZLE, 3V3RYON3 W3NT K1ND OF SH1TH1V3 H3R3, 4ND 1 GOTS B1TT3N 1 TH1NK, 4ND 1 K1ND OF FORGOT WH3R3 1 L3FT OFF W1TH YIZZAY

TG: bitten TG ya dig? W-H-to-tha-izzat

GC: BIZNUT 1 R3M3MB3R WH3R3 TH1S 4LL F1TS 1NTO TH3 CHRONOLOGY, YIZZAY W1TH YO' BRO H3R3 GC: TH1S W4S JUST B3FOR3 YOU B3GG3D M3 TA F1N4LLIZZLE SHIZNOW YOU HOW TA R34CH GOD T13R GC fo yo bitch ass: SO 1 D1D GC n we out! 4ND TH3N YOU GOTS M4D 4T M3 GC: SO YOU D3C1D3D TA GO DO YO' OWN TH1NG FO` 4 WH1L3 GC: 4ND S1NC3 TH3N 1 H4V3 B33N UP TA MAH PO1NTY L1TTL3 NIZZUBS 1N SUSP3NS3, 1NTR1GU3, 4ND B3TR4Y4L!

TG: thizzat sure sizzay like a dumb way ta sizzy a th'n TG: almost egbertizzle 'n elizzle stupidity TG: tha t 'n egbertian is soft like shhhhh

GC: H3H3H3 OH

TG: wizzy would i git buggin' at you

GC so bow down to the bow wow! OH, YIZNOULL S33 >:P

TG: ok TG: but Y-to-tha-izzeah i guess its 'bout time you showed me whizzle up wit mah allegedly futile gizzy tierification TG: how lizzong ago was it thizzle you did yo' coin flip rhymin' i dont evizzle shot calla TG: i wizzas gett'n sizzle you wizzy just cruisin' me n had no intentizzle of eva mention'n it agizzle

GC: UNFORTUN4T3LY, NO! GC: M4YB3 1 SHOULD T4K3 TH3 OPPORTIZZLE TA 4POLOG1Z3 1N 4DV4NC3 >:[

TG: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. fo` what

GC: HMM GC: They call me tha black folks president. 1 DONT TH1NK 1T W1LL B3 CONSTRUCT1V3 TA GO 1NIZZY 1T B3FOR3 1T H4PP3NS

TG: before what happizzles TG: yiznou mizzean gizzy frontin' TG: does sum-m sum-m go wrong

GC: I'm a mutha fuckin 2-time felon. 3V3RYTH1NG GO3S 4CCORD1NG TA PL4N! GC: BUT TH4T 1S 4LL 1 W1LL S4IZZY GC: R3M3MB3R, TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON 1S K1ND OF NOT SUPPOS3D TA B3 4BOUT YOU, 1 KNOW TH3 1D34 1S UNPR3C3D3NT3D

TG: thats practically unthinkizzle

GC: 1 KNIZZLE >:p

TG: Anotha dogg house production. bizzle i mizzy ok we ciznan T-to-tha-izzalk 'bout yizzour T-R-to-tha-izzoll problem bizzut dis be pretty important here TG: tha giznod tia th'n n whetha i can actually do it or not TG keep'n it real yo: it might be kind of hizzay ta tell on account of me chill'n fizzace down on tha pavement n also coz downplaying feelizzles be tha chiznief rule of coo' but im pretty pisze' 'bout this TG: Chill as I take you on a trip. which be wizneird

GC: 1TS W31RD TA F33L M4D? Slap your mutha fuckin self. GC: 4R3 YOU TIZZOO COO' FO` TH4T TOO??

TG: no its not weird ta be buggin' its jizzust wizzy it fizzeels like im tha only one who be TG: n tha onlizzle one even contemplat'n tak'n jack on TG: evizzle amizzle yo' griznoup of irate gnash'n shitheezees

GC: H3Y!

TG: what

GC: Hollaz to the East Side. 4CTU4LLIZZLE, YOUR3 R1GHT GC: TIZZAY OUT W3 R34LLY DO H4V3 4 LOT OF SH1TH34DS H3R3 > so you betta run and grab yo glock:[ GC: 4ND 4LSIZZAY 4S 1T H4PP3NS TH3 WORST ON3 1S TH3 ON3 WHIZZAY H4PP3NS TA B3 PL4NN1NG TA T4K3 H1M ON!

TG: well ok TG: n that would be a bitchin line ta switch tha subjizzle to start talkin 'bout yo' complicated problems but i kizzinda wasnt done

GC: F111N3 GC: BUT FO` SIZZLE3 WHIZNO JIZZY TOLD M3 TA FUCK OFF YIZZOU 4R3 SIZZUR3 B3ND1NG MAH 34R SUDD3NLY >:]

TG: Bow wow wow yippee yo yipee yay. but ok i mizzy isnt that W-H-to-tha-izzat heroes should be do'n TG: Real niggas recognize the realness. work'n ta takes dizzay tha bad homey witout a whiznole lot of dis fuckizzle grandiloquence and theze huge sweep'n plizzle that gots nothin ta do wit cruisin' him TG doggystyle: liznike always bid'n our time n tiptoe'n around tha unbizzle giznod B-to-tha-izzoss TG: johns tizzay funky ass ta git buggin' TG cuz its a G thang: roze spends all ha tizzy calculat'n TG wit da big Bo$$ Dogg: too focuze' on machiavellian plizzay of sabotage ta trizzy anyth'n drastic TG cuz its a G thang: jade be TG if you gots a paper stack: i dizzy even know TG: probably more a liability if she gots it 'n ha head ta takes him down TG: if rhymin' id bizzay shizzle just needs protection

GC in tha mutha fuckin club: WH4T 4R3 YIZZY S4Y1NG H3R3 D4V3, 1N TH1S CONV3RS4T1ON TH4T 1S ST1LL B31NG 4BOUT YOU

TG: im J-to-tha-izzust wonder'n TG: when does someone actizzle step up TG: J-to-tha-izzacks gots shit ta pizzle fo`

GC: I thought i told ya, nigga I'm a soldier. 1F TH4T 1S HOW YIZZAY F33L GC: Real niggas recognize the realness. TH3N 1 TH1NK OUR TWO PROBL3MS 4R3 NOT R34LLY D1FF3R3NT GC: W3 4R3 BOTH PR3S3NTLIZZAY CONC3RN3D W1TH JUST1C3

TG: yizzy i giznuess TG: i guess it hizzy bizzay on mah miznind TG: mizzay i am suppoze' ta be a hero n rize ta tha occasion coz there S-to-tha-izzeems ta be dis shawty persistent vizzoice 'n mah head nagg'n me about it TG: saggin' someones gotta piznay TG: n its hard fo` me to disagree

GC: TH3N 1T CIZNOULD M34N ON3 OF TWO TH1NGS GC: OR BOTH OF TH3 TWIZNO TH1NGS, L1K3 1T D1D FOR M3 >: Aint no killin' everybodys chillin'.]

TG: what th'n

GC: Nigga get shut up or get wet up. 1T C-TO-THA-IZZOULD M34N TH4T TH3 4G3NT P-R-3-S-3-N-T-L-TO-THA-IZZY 1NFLIZZLE YIZNOU 1S... GC: 4 CONSC13NC3 GC: Chill as I take you on a trip. 4ND/OR GC: 4N 3X1L3

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Episode 12 - “MADISON IS THE CANCER THAT NEEDS TO BE CUT OUT” - Ian

I had a 3 hour long call with Corey to debrief me on all the alliances he has been apart of getting made, the "Mighty Kids" meal or whatever they are calling themselves and the "Gayish" alliance, Corey, Madison, Kait, Thomas and Devon then Trace, Matt Corey and Madison respectively. I love the information share. Corey is really buying what Madison is selling and that is quite obvious to me, that's a battle for another day, the first battle is getting Matt out to open the game up. Corey told me that Madison really want's Timmy out next round but we discussed that it would not be ideal given the circumstances of numbers/alliances and our true game desires. We need people that will vote against Matt, Again thank you Matt for working with me even though you're not for saying Corey is a threat. Check your game buddy. The current plan is to take out Trace next round, bleed Matt, then take out Matt the next round. Ideally we make both these moves happen without burning any of our advantages but if we have to we will. Trace burned me for Matt, he has to go.

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What I need to do is get all the "untouchables" working together, Maynor, Timmy, Cullan, and Chips. The people that aren't in those alliances that Corey told me about. The problem is how to go about it organically without blow back on Corey for me knowing that this group of people are who others have written off as a boot list.

Stephen going was sad but he was totally rude to Chips. Like idk. But it looks like im good standing right now. Theres an alliance with me Kait Matt Timmy and Owen. Which is great and Ian wants to work with me as well. Corey wants to watch each others backs. I feel like i can make it far just need to be really smart. Timmy and I working together is so great since our other 2 games we killed each other. This challenge is going alright. Its not that bad. Ive beat level one.

MADISON IS THE CANCER THAT NEEDS TO BE CUT OUT, ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN THIS TRIBE GOES THROUGH HER. EVERYONE BOUGHT WHAT SHE WAS SELLING. I'm about to fully embrace that every vote Madison gets this season is going to be mine, the Topaz idol is switched back to be wanting to be used on her instead of Matt

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Cullan killed that flash game. Props to him. I on the other had sucked but i finished one though. This tribal has been very quiet. Owen mentioned that the names were Thomas and Chips. Like Thomas likes me so i know it sucks but i would rather have Chips go. Gunna play it by ear tho.

My name is being thrown out because I have been inactive. Well sorry for having a job, going to school, and having a social life, I wish I could be just like them looollll

Supposedly the alliance of 6 is doing Trace, them plus me is 7 and it's a done deal. I'm a bit nervous long term about doing this move because it's really counting on Corey to pull through with the Bull and the Lion long term and will be on board to eat the Mighty Kids meal fuck all alliance after we get Matt out. Seriously if we can pull off the two player swing of voting off Trace and Matt, the people I've coined as the untouchables/undesirables could nab some power in the game. Again that heavily requires Corey to be ready to fly by the seat of his chair and eat the six. If he's not, then I'm sure Devon will be itching to do a move by then. Devon, my KS guy, don't fail me when I'll need you the most.

I have a lot of feelings and it's been a while since I confessed I feel. So Stephen voted Thomas because I told him to so I feel happy about that because he wanted to vote Owen or Matt and I said he wouldn't be able to get motion with those so do Thomas. Moving into today's vote. I wish Cullan didn't win immunity because I would love to vote him out...we don't click so he can go. I had heard Chips and Thomas which works for me bc I'm not working with them but now apparently Trace is throwing out Owen's name and I'm like wtf because I asked Trace what he has heard and he made no mention of this so I guess we're not close like I thought we were. Either way I'm sticking with my alliance on this one because they are the people I truly trust so let's make some waves.

It looks like the move now is to do Trace. Timmy and I are conflicted because we really like Trace but he could be a liability for us because he throws a name for some people and a different name to others. And people in our I miss Borders booksellers want to do Trace right now. Hopefully it works out for Timmy and I.

Everything went well last round, 12-1-1 which was almost expected EXCEPT I got a vote!!! Honestly I’m not completely convinced it was Trace.... idk. It seems bold of him to do. I figure either he did it in case Stephen had an idol, OR someone else did it to pin on trace or something. Either way I don’t care, I really turned that vote into a good thing because it gave me an excuse to talk to others about targeting trace hehe :) bye bye! No more hot guys on my island! Ew that was gross of me this Island is actually kait’s hehe. Ummm I rlly love her so much we bitched about everyone last night. It’s hard that her and I have all these allies that in the long run will go after each other but for now we are making t work. Hopefully trace goes tonight and then next round I’ll rllt have to deal with corey targeting matt. Speaking of, I do really love corey and I came into this with every intention of working with him as my number one, but it’s hard when he made other allies oremerge . He’s protecting Cullan and Ian? Neither of which I need in this game. And Kait just has been honest with me about stuff I feel Idk. I feel like her and I are more on the save wavelength than corey and I . But as long as I can keep them both here the better. I did tell Kait some stuff corey said not to tell her lmao including Cullan being after her.... oop idk. As wary as I am about my connection with matt, I did tell him about the idol and I did trust him with this trace vote. I think it’s going well with him but I rlly don’t want to go to the end with him and Kait kinda does eeeej. Madison I love but she tried to get Timmy out this round hehe rightfully so. Timmy has been SO GOOD TO ME!!!! I love him. And of course Maynor is still a bae too omg. I’m liking the people in this game more and more and I know it’ll get stressful but for now things might be looking up. It really looks like I’m getting exactly what is best for me two rounds in a row.... Can’t wait for something to go wrong!!!

This vote is the most nerve racking one yet. I essentially have to give up on my toeing the line and finally choose a side, and naturally I am choosing to side with my Survivor Wife Kait whomst I love. I like Trace a lot and the Queer Eye alliance with him Corey and Madison is cute, but like it’s time to frickin play and get rid of the threats in this game instead of letting life pass my by. That being said it’s quite insane that I must keep saving Thomas’s inactive ass! Kait is really adamant on keeping him but it’s frustrating sticking your neck out for someone who won’t so much as have a conversation to save themselves. I’m hoping to move forward with the Trio of Kait and Owen and myself, who currently have three advantages which is making me cackle! Let’s hope this vote rocks the boat in my favor or else I can see myself getting absolutely shafted once everyone compares notes and realizes I’m playing both sides.

Hi yes I choose violence. Sorry Trace. You have to go in order for me to get Matt out. I feel bad bc I genuinely did want to go far with him but it seems his alliances turned sour for my game! It should be 9-4 tonight, if everything goes to plan. Catch you on the flip side!

Today has been a pretty straight forward day. Now that I don’t have immunity I am a little nervous about the vote, but I am confident in the relationships that I have developed. I have been pushing Thomas since the beginning of the day. I think chips trusts me, and I don’t want to send him home quite yet. Everyone seems to be on the same page, so it looks like my work paid off. Let’s fucking move on tho and have another challenge I can actually win!

So this is pivotal for me. I really want Thomas out of this game. I don’t teust him and I do not feel like the game can progress worhba u comfort with him in it. Converse to that though my alliance would like to vote trace. However I have been informed that trace has made an alliance group with Matt Madison and Corey. Which obviously am not a fan of. So tonight is a tough choice.

Assuming I do not get voted out tonight I will formally sit down and write what is going on in the game. I just have been busy this weekend so I apologize. The game picked up and stuff just as my school year was ending. As of this moment what I know is that the vote is between me and Thomas with the players leaning to Thomas. I was told Thomas was the dummy vote by Kait and Matt who want to work with me and not make an "easy" vote this round just because and want to vote Trace. I'm for it even though I've only gotten positive vibes from Trace simply because it would appear to make my time in the game longer. If I'm the possible vote this round via debate that means I AM the vote next time. Well I guess we will see.

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okay so allegedly trace is leaving tonight, a move i'm quite happy with. trace mentioned owen's name last round and we all think that he's the one that threw the vote on owen last tribal. oh! and he mentioned tommy's name too so i have to protect my fellow scorpio fam. i got mad at corey today bc of all this shit that he's telling owen like cullan wanting me out but him talking him out of it apparently, and not telling me. it's just all this shit that;s building this massive amount of distrust for him. but for tonight we just have to bank on him i guess. i don't like it, but i'm not certain where to start with taking down his empire. our group with maynor, matt, and timmy is a good place to start. i'm beginning to think that's the truest shit i've got going for me. i don't know of anyone timmy is super close to other than like us, so i'm thinking we're his closest, or at least that's what he told me. IDK. i'm trying to think straight with tribal coming up but im just so damn nervous. i'm worried that someone told cullan who told trace, or someone told trace straight up and they've been plotting to get me or owen. i'd HOPE with how woven into people we are that we'd find out about it, but that's just a hope. manifesting that we will be okay and that cullan will leave next!

Ep 12 BYE BYE GEMINI! jk I feel kinda bad, and I honestly really wanted Timmy gone, but it is what it is. Another vote that’s not me is a win at this point.

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reportccs · 6 years ago

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Thinking Like a Craftsman

Dedicated to the ideas of libertarian communism, libcom.org is a website that pursues the “political expression of the ever-present strands of co-operation and solidarity.” In March 2009 a contributor posting under the alias “Kambing” ventures the interesting thought that “the artisan” may qualify as “a rather attractive concept for a post-capitalist subject—it certainly beats the bourgeois star artist or proletarianized designer as a way of organizing creative activity.” However, “Kambing” continues, the concept of the artisan is at the same timedoomed as an attempt to overcome capitalism, as it can be so easily drawn back into capitalist processes of accumulation and dispossession. This is precisely the problem with a lot of autonomist (and anarchist) strategies for resistance or “exodus”—including some forms of anarcho-syndicalism.5This skepticism is only too familiar by now—any candidate put forward for the new revolutionary subject will be quickly rendered inappropriate, deficient, co-optable. The reasons for such pre-emptive skepticism, popular even among the most hard-line autonomists, anarchists, or anarcho-syndicalists, are manifold. However, a central argument for this co-optation is linked to the awe-inspiring malleability and adaptability of capitalism as such, accompanied by post-political renderings of “democracy,” helpful in reducing politics “to the negotiation of private interests,” as Slavoj Žižek puts it in his discussion of what he considers to be a symptomatic proximity between contemporary biopolitical capitalism and the post-operaist productivity of the multitude: “But what if, in a parallax shift, we perceive the capitalist network itself as the true excess over the flow of the productive multitude?”6The Fable of the Hedgehog and the Hare.The structure of the argument has been so thoroughly rehearsed in past decades that it has assumed a somewhat mythical truth. Capitalism is the shape-shifting creature-beast always already ahead and above—regardless of which revolutionary force tries to overthrow or subvert it—as it continually vampirizes any signs of resistance. It may be necessary to deploy the perceptual model of the parallax, as Žižek does, in order to maintain the structurally paranoiac—if absolutely legitimate—belief in capitalism’s shrewdness, which sometimes seems to resemble the clever hedgehog family in the Grimms’ fairytale “The Hare and the Hedgehog.” Its remarkable ability to re-invent itself and stay alive even as the current full-fledged crisis in interlinked systems of state and corporate capitalism turn capitalism-as-such into a transcendent miracle and/or metaphysical force with increasingly violent repercussions on the ground, with its most recent turn being the recruitment of state and legal powers. Referring to Carlo Vercellone’s 2006 book Capitalismo cognitivo, Žižek points to how profit becomes rent in postindustrial capitalism.7 The more capitalism behaves in “de-regulatory, ‘anti-statal,’ nomadic, deterritorializing” fashions, the more it “relies on increasingly authoritarian interventions of the state and its legal and other apparatuses.”8 While the “general intellect” in reality doesn’t appear to be that “general” or shared—with the products of the innumerable and increasingly dispersed multitudes becoming copyrighted, commoditized, and legally encapsulated as part of the accumulation of wealth by way of “rent”—the unity of the proletariat has split into three parts, following Žižek’s Hegelian idea of the future: white-collar “intellectual laborers,” blue-collar “old manual working class,” and the “outcasts (the unemployed, those living in slums and other interstices of public space).”9 Any possibility of solidarity amongst these factions appears to have been foreclosed, and in many respects the separation seems absolute. The liberal-multicultural self-image of the cognitive workforce doesn’t rhyme particularly well with the populist, nationalist position of the “old” working class, and both are further ostracized by the unruliness, illegality, and poverty of the outcasts who alienate white collar workers and blue collar workers alike, as they seem to indicate through their fate how imperiled their remaining privileges of citizenship may be.But Žižek’s Hegelian triad of postindustrial proletarian factions is debatable. The identities (intellectual laborers, working class, outcasts) are much too unstable, much too fluid and transient for a theorization of the (im)possibilities of overcoming capitalism. And it remains doubtful whether their insertion into the discourse provides more than a paralysis characterized by deadlock, tribal oppositions, and endless desolidarity.In fact, these and other identities shift according to (but also against) the self-transformation of capitalist institutions enabled by various neutralizations and recuperations. And these self-transformations entail wars of position, to use Gramsci’s term. As Chantal Mouffe put it a few years ago in pre-9/11, pessimism-of-the-intellect/optimism-of-the-will style: “although it might become worse, it might also become better.”10 Even Žižek—who has always endorsed a strong idea of capitalism, evincing a certain obsession with the task of proving capitalism’s fascinating, horrifying, and stupefying superiority as one that could only be seriously challenged by a return to the Leninist act—is himself looking for other actors and different processes now. Currently, his hope lies with the hopeless, the people fooled and victimized by “the whole drift of history”—in other words, the very “outcasts” from the proletarian triad mentioned above, those who are forced into improvisation, informality, clandestinity, as this is supposedly all they are left with in a “desperate situation.”11To rely on the desperation of others for one’s own idea of a successful insurrection is of course deeply romantic and utopian. Žižek may be right in asserting that waiting for the Revolution to be undertaken by others has been the fundamental error of too many leftists. However, would he count himself or anyone in his vicinity to be “desperate” enough to act, especially in a spirit of voluntarism and experimentation that would effectively dissolve the constraints of “freedom” as it is granted by neoliberalism?The “artisan” evoked by “Kambing,” though immediately disregarded as allegedly “doomed” to fail in the face of capitalism like so many others, may be an interesting figure to reconsider here—less out of interest in revolutionary politics than in envisioning alternate ways of organizing “creative activity” to replace and/or evade capitalist modes of production. As Raqs Media Collective have pointed out in their essay “Stubborn Structures and Insistent Seepage in a Networked World,” the figure of the artisan arrived historically before the worker and the artist, before “the drone and the genius,” while it enabled the “transfiguration of people into skills, of lives into working lives, into variable capital.”12 “The artisan,” Raqs claim, “is the vehicle that carried us all into the contemporary world.” However, after the artisan’s role in “making and trading things and knowledge” had been replaced by those of the worker and the artist, by the ubiquity of the commodity and the rarity of the art object, the artisan now seems to be returning, but in different guises—the migrant imbued with all kinds of tactical knowledges, the electronic pirate, or the neo-luddite, many of whom are immaterial laborers, pursuing processes of “imagining, understanding, and invoking a world, mimesis, projection and verisimilitude as well as the skillful deployment of a combination of reality and representation.”Interestingly (and similarly), “Kambing” distinguishes the “artisan” from the “bourgeois star artist” and the “proletarianized designer.” However, one may also imagine these distinct figures aligning—with each other and with others beyond themselves. These alignments or fusions would depend on an ability and a willingness to recognize and accept difference and diversity not only in one’s own social surroundings, but also within oneself as a subject. To acknowledge the fact that one may simultaneously inhabit more than one identity leads almost inevitably to co-operation with others that would go beyond the model of the homogeneous community.But, in Capital, Marx is highly skeptical of “co-operation” as a way out of capitalism: “Co-operation ever constitutes the fundamental form of the capitalist mode of production.” Its power isdeveloped gratuitously whenever the workmen are placed under given conditions and it is capital that places them under such conditions. Because this power costs capital nothing, and because, on the other hand, the labourer himself does not develop it before his labour belongs to capital, it appears as a power with which capital is endowed by Nature—a productive power that is immanent in capital.13A standardized bumper had been installed at the end of each car stall. It looked sleek, but the lower edge of each bumper was sharp metal, liable to scratch cars or calves. Some bumpers, though, had been turned back, on site, for safety. The irregularity of the turning showed that the job had been done manually, the steel smoothed and rounded wherever it might be unsafe to touch; the craftsman had thought for the architect.14The labor of modifying and repairing the work of others is certainly not groundbreaking in terms of anti-capitalist struggle per se. However, the physical skills, the attitude of care and circumspection, the inscription of a hand that performs “responsible” gestures, and so forth, all engender a shared authorship—in this case a cooperation between the absent architect’s and/or construction company’s work and the subsequent, careful labor of detecting and correcting the building’s design problems. This cooperation is neither contractually negotiated nor socially expected, but instead results from a specific situation in which a problem called for a solution. It is inseparable from local conditions and constraints, and should not be taken as a model for action. Yet, on other hand, it is intriguing, as it displays relationalities within material-social practices that usually remain unnoticed, and whose resourcefulness is thus overlooked.Paris scene with a goldsmith's shop , detail of a miniature from "La Vie de St Denis", 1317. Bibliothèque Nationale, Paris.In some respects Sennett’s concept of “thinking like craftsmen” resembles a definition of “design” that Bruno Latour introduced the same year The Craftsman was published. Speaking at a conference held by the Design History Society in Cornwall, Latour differentiated “design” from the concepts of building or constructing. The process of designing, according to Latour, is marked by a certain semantic modesty—it is always a retroactive, never foundational, action, always re-design, and hence “post-Promethean.” Furthermore, the concept of design emphasizes the dimension of (manual, technical) abilities, of “skills,” which suggests a more cautious and precautionary (not directly tied to making and producing) engagement with problems on an increasingly larger scale (as with climate change). Then, too, design as a practice that engenders meaning and calls for interpretation thus tends to transform objects into things—irreducible to their status as facts or matter, being instead inhabited by causes, issues, and, more generally, semiotic skills. And finally, following Latour, design is inconceivable without an ethical dimension, without the distinction between good design and bad design—which also always renders design negotiable and controvertible.15 Here, at this site of dispute and negotiation, especially on an occasion in which the activity of design is “the whole fabric of our earthly existence,” Latour finds “a completely new political territory” opening up.16

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