#michael trapp

[jedisassafras]

Oh my GOD can you imagine Brennan Lee Mulligan and Michael Trapp just coming in hot with a comedic history series???

okay wait im not done talking abt this yet but dropout could do the funniest fucking thing in the entire world and come out with a mystery/ghost hunting show

[dropoutconfessions]

i know bloodkeep isn't that popular and this would ultimately not be worth it for them but if dropout decided to make a plush of J'er'em'ih I'd buy it in an instant (i finished bloodkeep two days ago and i haven't stop thinking of J'er'em'ih)

once again breaking my silence to say please if there is any power listening to me, make this real, every single bloodkeep player has become some sort of dropout regular, bring back some bloodkeep love

[dropoutdottv]

A new episode of Um, Actually is out now on Dropout!

[anamelessfacelessnerd]

Does anyone else desire this man carnally?

[ghost-of-diogenes]

Trapp is the real CEO of WayStar Royco.

[heytherecentaurs]

“Rutger Hauer second only to Rutgest Hauest” is one of my favourite jokes. Trapp really wrecked me with that one.

[dailybrennanleemulligan]

[faebirdie]

i watched the latest um, actually finally, and this was my main takeaway

[doreensladle]

my fav duo

[sparring-spirals]

well. i need to yell about it somewhere. listen. Amanda Lehan Canto on newest season of Um Actually. Ify hosting. BDG hosting with Ify!!!!!!! Fucking. WILD.

[punkfisch]

wait I just started um, actually season 9 I knew that Mike and Saltzman would be replaced by Ify and BDG (and have been curious to see them in action since I first heard about that). But how was there just no comment on that?! Last ep Mike ends with "join us next time for even more pedantic corrections" and next I get greeted by ify with "as always with BDG" and I'm like... hang on?! I did not expect a huge explanation ON the show, but like, a welcoming of sorts at least? an acknowledgement?!

[sl-walker]

Preview...

...from the next yet-unposted chapter of Stardust.

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“I could eat at least three horses right now,” Booster said, looking over his array of plates and bowls, completely undeterred by the fact that it wasn’t even seven in the morning yet and the only people as awake and ready to go as him were the various geriatrics in the IHOP getting an early-bird special.  The way he saw it, caffeine existed for a glorious purpose and while he hadn’t needed any to get moving today, he had been in an insomnia-hangover himself a worrying number of times and therefore he held no mercy (and only conditional compassion) for those who were dawdling on waking up. “Maybe three and a half.”

“Oh no, Secretariat goes cannibal and destroys his brethren in his haste to fill the empty pit of his stomach,” Ted fired back, though it was with laughter in his voice as he clutched his mug of coffee like he’d shank whoever might try to take it. “Thoroughbreds everywhere react to the scandal tonight on CLTV in a stunning exposé!”

Brenda, Paco and Jaime were all nodding over their plates, looking like they hadn’t even actually woken up to roll out of bed.  Even then, Brenda picked her head up and squinted blearily at Ted. “Aren’t thoroughbreds the high-strung horses that keel over if you look at them cross-eyed?” she asked.

“I literally just asked that myself yesterday!” Booster said, pointing at her with his fork and well-speared sausage.  “Gotta say, I’m not sure how I feel about being compared to a critter that dies so easily.”  He was, however, a little more worried that the ‘high-strung’ part might be too on-target for his comfort.

“S’okay, I might have to kill you for being so awake right now,” Jaime mumbled, teetering over sideways until he was tucked halfway between Booster’s shoulder and the back of the curved booth. “And so happy about it.”

“It’s not my fault you stayed out so late.”  Still, Booster set his fork down long enough to reach across himself and lightly ruffle Jaime’s hair in something like a mixed apology and commiseration. “C’mon, today’s gonna be great.”

“You were out running by 5:30, ese, humans don’t do that,” Paco said, before shoving his plate of bacon and eggs away so he could fold his arms on the table and drop his head down onto them.  “Not normal, sane humans.”

All things being equal, Booster was an early-riser by nature, if not always factually; that he’d slept as well as he had the night before meant he felt pretty amazing right now, though. “In fairness, Paco, you were still awake when I left to go running.”

Paco groaned and shook his head against his arms. “Only ‘cause you were channeling Maria von Trapp in the kitchen.”

Booster opened his mouth to ask who the hell that was, but Ted shook his head with a grin and held up a finger before pulling his phone out and aiming at them.  When Booster raised his eyebrows in question, Ted mouthed, ‘Bianca,’ then took a shot of him and Jaime, the latter of whom might have fallen back asleep in the less-than-a-minute since he’d last spoken.  Booster made sure to beam for the camera, though, because he knew it would make a funny contrast to the probably-asleep teenager using him as a blackout blind and pillow.

Whatever Bianca texted back must have made Ted happy, because he smiled.

“Who’s Maria von Trapp?” Booster asked, before diving back into his breakfast.

Brenda finally managed to rally enough to drag her coffee close and start into her pancakes. “Who hasn’t seen the Sound of Music?”

“I don’t think they have whimsical anti-Nazi musicals in his time,” Ted said, sliding his phone over, presumably so Booster could both see the picture and Bianca’s response.

Booster dropped his fork again just to snatch it; the picture was admittedly very cute.  Bianca’s string of emojis in answer was every bit as cute.  Booster quickly sent the picture to his own phone and then slid Ted’s back to him. “I wouldn’t be against watching some whimsical anti-Nazi musical,” he said, on a delay.

“If you show him that, we are never, ever, ever getting back together,” Paco said, rolling his head to the side towards his-- maybe girlfriend?  Ex?  Who even knew, Booster couldn’t keep up with it, it seemed to change by the day.  “We would never stop hearing it.”

“Oooh, incentive,” Brenda snarked back.  Then, casual as can be, she wet a fingertip in her mouth and stuck it, wiggling, into Paco’s ear.

The subsequent shriek made every single person in the vicinity -- regardless of their hearing aids or lack thereof -- jump half out of their skin.  A line cook in the back swore something that sounded Eastern European in origin.  Jaime jolted out of his hiding spot and Booster was certain the reason the kid didn’t armor up and have a cannon cycling, ready to go, was because both Booster and Ted immediately reassured him that it was safe.

Brenda had turned fire-engine red.  Paco was glaring at her while swiping at his ear.  Jaime was looking around with his mouth hanging open, clearly having lost the plot.

Ted chewed his bottom lip, obviously about to bust up, even as someone managerial-looking started in their direction, IHOP nametag glinting menacingly in the sun.

Booster put on his most charming smile and said, “Perfect timing!  Can we get the check?  And some boxes?”

[dropoutconfessions]

The content the past few weeks has been rough. It's been like all drag and then randoms on Dirty Laundry. Zac Oyama on Adventuring Academy has been a rare spot of light in a sea of content I'm paying for but don't care to watch. I miss the CH cast! I feel like it's been 83 years since I've seen Mike Trapp.

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[dropoutdottv]

A new episode of Um, Actually launches today on Dropout at 7pm ET / 4pm PT! Featuring host Ify Nwadiwe, fact checker Brian David Gilbert, and guests Michael Saltzman, Lily Du, and Mike Trapp! Plus, a special appearance from this episode’s bartender, Grant O’Brien!

[bajablastflavoredsaxreed]

the magnus archives is a podcast distributed by rusty quill it is licenced under a creative commons non-attribution sharealike 4.0 international licence todays epidode was written and performed by jonathan sims and directed by alexand-

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Not by the Sword: How a Cantor and His Family Transformed a Klansman

Not by the Sword tells the inspiring true story of how a Jewish cantor and his family changed the life of a virulent white supremacist leader. This riveting account begins in 1991, when Cantor Michael Weisser received his first threatening phone call from Larry Trapp, Grand Dragon of the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan of Nebraska. But Cantor Weisser and his wife, Julie, refused to be intimidated by Trapp's escalating threats. Instead, they made a stunning offer of friendship. After an emotional confrontation with the Weissers, Trapp shocked everyone—including himself—by resigning from the KKK and breaking his ties with other neo-Nazi leaders.

Not by the Sword recounts Larry Trapp’s life as a racist, his startling transformation in response to the Weissers’ kindness, and his subsequent crusade to redeem his past. Kathryn Watterson movingly describes how one family feared, fought, and then forgave a man who had tried to destroy them.

This gripping tale gives the reader an inside view of hate mongering and offers a powerful testament to the triumph of the human spirit and the transforming power of love and tolerance. via amazon