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sidekick-hero · 2 months

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They made it. They really did it.

Corroded Coffin play in front of thousands of people in a sold-out Madison Square Garden. Every single person seems to know their songs by heart and is singing them back at them loudly. They cheer and scream their names and Eddie feels like he's flying so high he's on his way to the moon.

This moment right now, right here, is what he has been dreaming of ever since Wayne gave him his old acoustic guitar for his fourteenth birthday and showed him how to play his first song. He always knew he'd end up here, deep, deep down. Never lost hope.

Well, that's not exactly true, but nobody knows that but Steve.

Because it was Steve who helped him to find that precious hope again, to rekindle the wild spirit inside him that only wanted to be heard with his music. He had almost lost that gift along with his left nipple.

The bat bites had been bad, of course. Pieces of his flesh were missing, gnarled scars littered his body, even as he decorated it with a plethora of new tattoos. They'll always be there.

But the worst part hadn't been the flesh wounds. It had been the infection. Robin hadn't been so far off in her fears back in the Upside Down, because while neither he nor Steve had gotten rabies, the bat's saliva hadn't been the most sterile substance to get into his wounds, and more than one bite had become infected as a result. The worst one had been on his left forearm and had caused some severe nerve damage.

The doctors had been able to save his arm and most of the feeling in his hand, but relearning how to play the guitar had been excruciating. The pain had been really bad, but even worse was the frustration, the white-hot rage he felt at this cosmic injustice. It wasn't enough that he was basically an orphan (because his father could be dead for all he knew, Eddie hadn't heard from him in years at that point), living in a trailer park and being labeled the town freak who everyone still thought had murdered several people. No, he also had to get mauled by demonic bats in an alternate dimension, nearly die, and fight his way back to his feet only to find out that he couldn't do the one thing that had always given him at least some peace of mind. His ticket out of this hellhole of a town, just gone. Poof.

It had been one of those summer days, so hot and humid that it felt like warm water was filling his lungs and dripping out of every pore of his body. He had been sitting on his bed in just his boxer shorts and a crop top because any clothes were too much, with his guitar on his lap. Eddie had been so focused on getting this one simple tune right for hours now, his fingers raw and aching, his nerves screaming at him to please stop. Only he couldn't.

He couldn't stop, because to stop would be to give up. It would mean accepting this new reality in which Eddie Munson had lost a vital part of himself; his music.

The pain had been almost unbearable for the better part of an hour by now, but it wasn't until his fingers cramped so badly that he couldn't even hold it anymore that he threw his beloved acoustic guitar off his lap and onto the floor with enough force that it was a wonder it didn't break.

"Fuck," he yelled with bitter resignation, rising like bile in his throat and spilling out in the form of hot tears from his burning eyes, and then "Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck," a repetitive mantra of pain and sorrow as sobs broke from his aching chest.

He was brought back from the brink of a meltdown by the pressure of a warm hand on his knee, another hand cupping his burning cheek.

"Eddie, hey, man, you're scaring me. Can you look at me, please?" Steve's voice filtered through the anger and grief that constricted his chest, and Eddie lifted his wet eyes to meet Steve's hazel ones. They were bright and warm, even with his eyebrows knitted with worry. They had become close friends over the past few months and Eddie could read his face like an open book.

"That's good, you're doing so good," Steve's voice soothed some of the ragged edges of the broken pieces that had once made up a whole person. His warm hands found Eddie's left hand, still bent into a misshapen claw, and began to massage it gently.

It felt heavenly, even if it still hurt, the gentle but firm pressure slowly loosening the tightly curled digits. Eddie's breathing had slowed, as had his heartbeat, and by the time Steve had finally stopped massaging of Eddie's hand, the sun had begun to set outside.

"Thanks," he had whispered, suddenly ashamed of his outburst, "you didn't have to do that." What he meant was, 'You shouldn't have had to do that. You shouldn't have had to see that.'

Still holding Eddie's hand loosely in his, Steve simply said, "I know. I wanted to. I always want to." The hazel eyes searched and held his again. "You want to tell me what happened? You don't have to, but I have it on good authority that I'm an excellent listener."

That had made him laugh. "That's only because Birdie speaks for both of you when she starts rambling."

"Takes one to know one," Steve had teased back, and the rest of the tension had seeped out of Eddie's body. He had told Steve everything then, about his hand, his fears, his shattered hopes and dreams. Steve hadn't lied, he was a great listener. Attentive and calm, he let Eddie talk without once interrupting.

After Eddie had finished, Steve had been quiet, clearly thinking about what Eddie had told him. After a while of comfortable silence, Steve finally broke it by asking, "Is it possible that you want it too much?"

"Huh?"

"To be able to play the guitar like you used to, I mean. I feel like maybe you want it so much that all the pressure you're putting on yourself is making you so tense and stressed that it's only getting worse."

Eddie wanted to protest, to tell Steve that there was no such thing as wanting too much, but then he stopped himself. Steve had proven himself to be far smarter and more insightful than anyone had ever given him credit for, so instead of denying the possibility outright, he had asked, "What makes you think that?"

Inexplicably, the question had made Steve smile. "When Nancy left me for Jonathan, I was kind of desperate. It sounds silly now, but I thought I needed to find a girl to help me get over it, to prove to myself that I was still attractive, still a catch. Still lovable." The smile had vanished from his face at those words. "I tried so hard, it wasn't even funny anymore, just kind of sad. Robin even had a whole board dedicated to my failures. She told me to just be myself, to let it come to me instead of chasing it like a dog after a bone. It was hard to hear at the time, but you know what? She was right."

Eddie only ever knew the Steve who never had any trouble picking up girls, so it was strange to hear him talk about a time when he clearly didn't.

"So all I'm saying is, maybe take it easy on yourself. Play for the same reasons you started, not because you want to recreate someone you no longer are. None of us is who we were before. None of us ever will be. But you can become someone new. It's up to you who you want to be instead."

After his little speech, Steve had gotten up to get them a couple of beers, and they had just hung out for the rest of the night, the guitar forgotten. It stayed in a corner of his room where Eddie wouldn't see it for a week, until Eddie felt a genuine desire to play something that had been stuck in his head whenever he thought of Steve.

It was the first tune he could get through on his guitar. It was the first song he ever played just for Steve, before he leaned in and caught Steve's lips in a soft kiss for the first time. It became the song he hums whenever Steve wakes up from a nightmare, either while holding Steve in his arms or over the phone when he's on tour.

So it's no surprise that this is the song they play as an encore at Madison fucking Square Garden.

"Hey everybody. This last song is for someone very special to me, so please let's hear it for the love of my fucking life". The crowd goes wild and Eddie winks at the camera that projects his face onto the big screens behind them. "This is for you sweetheart, thank you for always believing in me. You knew I could be someone new long before I did. I wouldn't be here without you and I don't want to be. Nothing makes sense without you. This song is called 'Someone New' and someday I want to play it at our wedding."

He gives it everything he's got, forgetting the last 90 minutes he's been on stage, to make these four minutes the most intense of their whole set. Everyone holds up a tiny flame with their lighters, and when they're done, there's a reverent silence before it breaks into thunderous applause. They cheer, they whistle, they scream.

Eddie doesn't hear any of it, his senses attuned to just one person he's spotted at the edge of the stage exit. He puts down his guitar, walks over to the tall man waiting for him with open arms, and sinks into them as if coming home.

"You did it, baby," Steve whispers into his ear and Eddie just buries himself deeper into his boyfriend's body. "I'm so, so proud of you."

"I love you," he replies simply, the only thing that matters with strong arms wrapped around him, the familiar scent of Steve filling his senses, and the steady beating of Steve's heart against his, the metronome of his new life as sure as ever.

It doesn't matter that they made it, not as much as the man holding him tightly, lovingly.

Eddie's new life is right here in his arms.

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The face of the Gibson girl, the classic gilded age beauty—Evelyn Nesbit

Evelyn Nesbit was an American artists' model, chorus girl, and actress. She is best known for her career in New York City, particularly her involvement in an abusive and ultimately deadly love triangle between railroad scion Harry Kendall Thaw and architect Stanford White, which resulted in White's murder by Thaw in 1906.

Stanford White was the architect who designed the Madison square garden. He befriended Evelyn and her mother when she was a young poor art model trying to help support her family by posing for photographers and painters alike. Stanford groomed Evelyn, and one night he brought her back to his house, plied her with champagne, and then proceeded to drug and rape her. He continued to abuse her for a period of time after this. He told her to keep it a secret.

She dated John Barrymore, and they were each others first loves. The relationship was short lived, but neither ever forgot the other.

Evelyn married Harry Kendall Thaw, and eventually she confided the assault to her new husband. Though Evelyn felt relieved to finally speak it aloud to another human being, Harry obsessed over exacting revenge on White.

At 11 pm Thaw fired three shots into Stanford White’s head, killing him instantly. White was ironically attending the rooftop theater at Madison square garden.

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Billy Joel, a Long Island Jew, is one of the best-selling musical artists of all time. He is the seventh-best-selling recording artist and the fourth-best-selling solo artist in the United States, with over 160 million records sold worldwide. His 1985 compilation album, Greatest Hits Vol. 1 & 2, is one of the best-selling albums in the history of the United States.

As a child, Joel was a fiercely proud Jew.

He said: “When I was 15, I desperately wanted to assert my own Jewish identity after hearing about a terror attack aimed at Jews in Turkey …. I donned a Star of David necklace, put on a record of Fiddler on the Roof, and picked up a Jewish-themed novel * * * With my fellow Jews around the world being threatened, I wanted to stand up with pride and shout my Jewishness to the world.”

As an adult, Joel participated in a documentary called “The Joel Files.” The film depicted the German theft of Billy’s grandfather’s thriving business in Berlin.

Joel has talked about how the German people murdered his family during the Shoah.

In 2017, Joel performed his show at Madison Square Garden with a yellow Star of David from the Shoah pinned to his black suit as a silent protest against the rise of Jew-hatred in the USA and the world.

He put the Star right over his heart.

The Piano Man has always understood that an attack on a Jew anywhere in the world is an attack on the Jew everywhere in the world.

Afshine Emrani

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jahayla-parker · 10 months

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“Is… is that Mysterio?” Y/n questioned, her eyes wide as she stared at the jumbo-screen. J. Jonah Jameson from the Daily Bugle was holding a televised broadcasting of Mysterio. It seemed to be his last words, but it was hard to make out over the loudness of Madison Square Garden.

Peter was in his Spider-Man suit, his suit’s eyes equally as wide as y/n’s. He snapped his head towards y/n as he lifted his right hand out to the side in question. Peter couldn’t believe what he was hearing, Mysterio was trying to claim that Peter Spider-Man was behind the loss of life in London. He quickly squeezed y/n’s hand before leaping onto the nearest lamppost to get a better view.

Y/n watched from the street as the video recording of Mysterio returned after J. Jonah Jameson’s ignorant remarks. She felt her stomach drop when Mysterio mumbled “Spider-Man's real... Spider-Man's real name is.…”. Y/n was granted a very brief moment of relief when the video glitched and cut out. However, before she could even let out a sigh, Mysterio’s picture returned as he shouted “Spider-Man's name is Peter Parker!”. Y/n froze after she snapped her attention towards Peter.

Peter was still perched on the lamppost next to the road. He clutched his head in panic, “what the fuck?!”. Peter glanced down at y/n only to see her staring back at him in just as much shock and confusion. He swallowed thickly as he heard J. Jonah Jameson summarize what Quentin Beck proclaimed.

Peter snapped his head and when he heard y/n’s faint gasp. Looking down he saw the crowd had begun to point at her. Peter jumped down as soon as he heard someone repeatedly ask if she was Spider-Man's girlfriend.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Please don't touch her” Peter begged, holding his hands up as he stood between the angry citizens and y/n. Peter slowly spun in his defensive position as a citizen neared them asking, “you’re just a kid?”. Peter heard y/n groan in annoyance behind him as more people stepped closer.

Y/n glared at the stranger who came up to Peter and asked “you murdered Mysterio?”. She shook her head and began to defend her boyfriend, “he didn’t-“.

But then the stranger turned to her and gasped, “you helped him murder Mysterio?”.

Y/n’s jaw dropped slightly, her eyes wide, as she shook her head adamantly. She and Peter both tried to assure the surging crowd that neither of them did what the video of Mysterio was proclaiming. Y/n had moved to stand beside Peter, rather than behind; much to his frustration.

Peter tensed as yet another person approached them, this time reaching their hand out to try and touch them. He reflectively swatted the woman’s hand away before she could touch either of them. Peter’s actions resulted in the woman screaming, “Whoa, whoa, whoa! He hit me! Spider-Man hit me!”

Peter glanced over at y/n as she argued, “That’s not what happened! You tried to-“. Normally he’d make sure whoever they were talking to let her finish her sentence, but Peter noticed everyone had started pulling out their phones and recording. As much as he wanted to not step on y/n’s toes as she tried to defend him, he couldn’t risk more bad publicity. Peter tried to calm the crowd, but failed once again.

As the angry citizens moved closer, Peter brought y/n to his side. He hooked his arm around her waist, holding her tightly against him. Peter nodded once at y/n to warn her of his next actions before he shot a web and lifted them from the surging crowd. He apologized as he felt y/n hold on tight. Peter knew she preferred to use her own abilities to fly rather than him pulling her around. But, he didn’t feel he was left with much choice. Especially because Peter didn’t want her to have to risk getting her identity disclosed to the world too.

Like Peter -before this broadcast that is-, only a handful of people knew of Y/n‘s secret identity. May, Happy, Ned, and MJ were the only ones outside of her family and Peter that knew what y/n could do/what she was. May was inevitable given her relationship with Peter and Happy’s situationship with May. Plus, May was great at patching up any scrapes or cuts after a night on patrol with Peter. Happy and Ned had been made aware during the events in London; with Ned’s questions answered upon their return to New York. MJ was looped in when she and y/n worked on eliminating the tension between them.

Y/n and MJ both had a crush on Peter going into their London trip, and for a short time Peter had a crush on both of the girls. In the end, Peter knew he only truly held romantic feelings for y/n and not MJ. MJ sensed this and was supportive. But there had still been some understandable tension between y/n and MJ. It wasn’t much, but it made them both uncomfortable so it had to be addressed.

Y/n assured MJ that she didn’t do anything to try and ‘win’ Peter over in London. MJ assured y/n that her crush on Peter had been minimal. In fact, once Brad showed interest in MJ, her crush on Peter dissolved. Both girls were pleased with the outcomes of the whole affair and ready to move on as if nothing happened.

But y/n felt awkward keeping a secret from MJ. She always had. But now that y/n had told others, including their mutual friend Ned, she felt she owed MJ the truth. She was nervous as to how MJ would react, but Peter assured her it would be fine. It turns out, Peter was correct, y/n had nothing to worry about; MJ was actually thrilled and very intrigued by y/n’s abilities.

That being said, Peter knew that didn’t mean y/n wanted everyone to know. Heck, Peter didn’t want everyone to know about his secret life either. But, he wasn’t given any say in this public disclosure. Peter was going to be sure that y/n wasn’t placed in the same position as him; even if it meant causing a brief surge of panic when he suddenly pulled them through the air to escape the crowds.

Peter’s guilt soaked eyes scanned y/n’s body to see if she was still nervous. He’d made it back to his bedroom, sneaking them in through the window. Peter could tell y/n was very relieved to have been standing on her own two feet again, but otherwise she seemed fine. He let out a short sigh, pressing the center button on his suit.

Y/n placed her hands on the upper part of Peter’s exposed chest, staring deeply into his eyes. “It’s okay, Peter, breathe” she whispered soothingly as she pleaded with her eyes. When Peter continued to mumble that he didn’t know what to do now, y/n stepped closer and lifted one hand to his cheek.

Y/n stood extremely close to Peter, enough to feel his breath ticking the tiny hairs on her face. She closed her eyes, one hand resting on his chest, the other cupping his cheek. Y/n took a deep breath and whispered “stabilis corde; stabilis mentis”; steady in heart, steady in mind.

Just as Peter felt his out of control pulse calming and his racing thoughts coming to a halt, the door burst open. Y/n and Peter both startled as Happy hid his eyes and May apologizes. Peter quickly shot a web over to y/n’s waist to keep her upright when she stumbled backwards, tripping over his suit in her attempt to distance from Peter. “This isn't what it looks like, Happy!” He groaned, his face flushed.

“It’s not -“ y/n mumbled quietly. She glanced at the door as Peter’s aunt, May apologized again and went to close it. “I’m sorry” y/n sighed, her gaze shifting nervously around the room.

Peter swore he was going to spray May with the kitchen faucet hose when she advised, “just practice safe...”. “It's not what it looks like” Peter shouted, unable to look at y/n out of the embarrassment his aunt’s response caused him. He let out a sigh of relief when May cut herself off as she opened the door again and noticed y/n.

“Oh! It’s y/n” May grinned, walking over to hug the girl.

“Who else would it be?” Peter questioned as he watched y/n giggle shyly as she returned May’s hug.

“I hadn’t even considered that, I was more focused on trying not to see anything!” May explained, laughing at Peter’s deepening blush.

“It’s not-“ y/n began, biting her lip.

May shook her head, “I’ll get out of your guys’ hair, just be safe”. She turned towards her nephew and curled her the corner of her lips up, “there’s a box of con-“. Before May could finish her sentence Peter cut her off.

“Okay! Got it” Peter blushed. “Not what’s happening, but got it” he sighed, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Oh no , you don’t have to stop on account of us” May said, pushing Happy back from the doorframe.

“Maaaayyy” Peter groaned, “Please stop”. He sighed as May just held her hands to in surrender as she went to close the door again. Only this time, Peter noticed the tears on Happy’s face. Peter felt guilty that Happy’s tears gave him an easy change of topic. Nonetheless, he gasped dramatically, “wait have you been crying?”

Happy pouted, making May resist an eye roll as he confessed, “we broke up”.

“Oh” Peter sighed, glancing between his aunt and Happy. “I-“ he began, only to be interrupted by the sounds of a helicopter as someone shouted “hey Spider-Man”. “Oh, uh-“ Peter mumbled, his racing thoughts and heart picking back up at full speed.

Y/n quickly located a random shirt on Peter’s bed. She picked out up and momentarily held onto it as she watched him web the blinds shut. Once the window was covered, she tossed the shirt to Peter.

“Thank you” Peter smiled softly at y/n. “I didn't know you guys broke up” he sighed sympathetically as he looked at Happy while pulling the shirt over his head. “I thought you were in love, May” Peter fibbed, pushing May out of his room.

May, Happy, and Peter softly bickered as they all made their way to the living room; y/n following behind them. Y/n noticed Peter herding them away from the door just as someone buzzed their apartment. She flicked her eyes over to the door to ensure it was locked. Y/n panicked upon seeing someone standing at the still open front door.

Y/n quickly rushed over and slammed the front door shut. She winced as she realized her frantic response probably didn’t help things. “Sorry! Not now!” Y/n justified, locking the door. As y/n made her way to the others, May smiled at her, “as always, make yourself at home”.

“Now Peter, about sex” May began softly, making Peter groan.

“This has nothing to do with sex!” Peter shouted, his embarrassed eyes shifting over to check on y/n. His eyes changed back to fearful as he watched y/n swiftly closing the blinds as more people surrounded their apartment. Within seconds Peter found himself dashing around the small space in a frazzled attempt to hide any signs of what transpired moments before he and y/n arrived at his home. As he stole Happy and Mays phones, he lightly scolded “can you get off your phones for five minutes?! I just wanna talk to you about your relationship, okay?”

Y/n sighed as she noticed what was on the television behind Peter. She’d been watching as he tried so hard to cover up what Mysterio did, even if just for a few seconds of peace. But, y/n knew the TV gave him away. “Peter..” y/n whispered, pointing to the TV. She figured he’d want it off, but she didn’t want to overstep.

When Peter’s eyes widened as he looked at the news being played, y/n searched for a remote to turn it off. Upon not seeing one quick enough, she took it upon herself. Y/n turned and flicked her fingers, the blue strands of cosmic energy moving speedily towards the television set, “removere potestatem”. Unfortunately, y/n wasn’t fast enough in her decision to use her powers as May and Happy had seen more than enough.

“Peter, what’s going on?” May asked hesitantly, glancing between the kids in front of her.

Y/n looked at Peter to see how to handle the situation. She slyly grabbed his hand and held on to it for support as he struggled to find the words to explain. Y/n’s eyes and hand never left Peter the entire time it took for him to catch May and Happy up to speed.

Y/n stared at Peter silently as MJ and Ned got rid of their letters.

Their group had applied to countless colleges, including last resort back-up options. Over the last few weeks as colleges mailed out their decisions, the four of them received nothing but rejections; even from said last resorts. All the rejection letters cited the same reason, “recent controversy”.

Even though Peter had won his legal battle against Mysterio’s claims, their lives hadn’t returned to normal. Instead, despite being four of the brightest students at their high school, they remained unable to find a college that would admit them. They’d all dreamed of going to MIT for years, and now they couldn’t even get into a small newly formed local community college.

Y/n knew Peter blamed himself. Even though she would never regret anything that happened during their trip to London, she knew he wished to change the ending with Beck. Y/n and Peter had talked about that event in great length since it happened. Y/n was able to take him through it so that his regret and guilt for what happened to Mysterio wasn’t eating at him constantly.

These rejection letters however ,only sent Peter back down his spiral of remorse and depression. While none of their friends blamed him for their inability to get into college, Peter felt responsible. If he’d handled things better with Mysterio, hadn’t let him trick and manipulate him for so long, maybe his friends could get into MIT. Maybe y/n, the girl he loved and wanted to give the world to, could’ve gotten into her dream school. Hell, there was no maybe about it. Peter knew that if it hadn’t been for his mistakes, she’d be packing for MIT. Instead, she was sitting with him and their friends as they stared at their rejection letters.

Y/N slid off her chair and silently made her way to Peter. She watched as he kept his eyes downcast, tears staring to stream down his cheeks. Y/n frowned and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, hugging him from behind. Peter melted into her embrace, making a small smile from on her lips.

Y/N’s attempts at comforting her boyfriend were cut short as Flash walks in to the coffee shop. He was dressed head to toe in MIT merch and barely notices the look of disappointment on their faces. But when he did, he stopped and asked, “you guys didn't get in?”. Flash instantly regretted his question when Ned sassed that they’d been rejected since they were actually Peter’s friends unlike the way Flash had been falsely portraying he was.

As Flash left, the group sighed collectively. MJ promptly excused herself as she returned to work. Ned picked up on her cue and explained he needed to show his parents the rejection letter. When they’d parted ways, y/n grabbed Peter’s chair and turned it so he was looking at her.

“I’m so sorry” Peter said, his eyes slowing peaking up at y/n. He sniffled quietly as y/n shushed him and pulled him to her. Peter shook his head, this was his fault and y/n was caught in the middle; yet, she was comforting him?

Before Peter could voice his frustration, y/n stepped back and held his face in her palms. “Stop apologizing” she whispered. “The only one blaming you is yourself, Peter” y/n assured him. She lowered her head and pulled his closer to her, pressing her lips against his forehead. “Please try to see it from our perspective” y/n requested, playing softly with his hair.

“I messed up” Peter muttered shyly, clutching tightly onto y/n’s coat. He knew she was going to argue so he kept going. “I.. I pulled you into this chaos and it’s not the life you wanted” Peter explained. “You haven’t even had the chance to consider what you want with your situation and I came in like a… a… uhh… bulldozer and ruined everything” he whispered.

Y/n furrowed her brows as she glanced down at Peter. She shook her head and took a deep breath. “Peter,” y/n whispered, sighing when he kept his eyes on the ground instead of looking at her. “Babe, please look at me” she begged, tenderly squeezing his jaw.

When Peter finally made eye contact with her, y/n smiled softly. “On that plane, with Happy, I decided” she argued. Y/n shook her head as Peter opened his mouth to protest. “You’re right, I hadn’t decided before. But Peter, I was afraid. I didn’t think I could do this alone,” y/n admitted, “I didn’t want to do this alone. I still don’t. But I’m not alone. And neither are you”.

Y/n moved to sit on the stool beside Peter, taking his shaking hands in her warm ones. “Things like this are going to happen, but what matters is that we are there for each other as we work through them” she professed. She grinned as Peter nodded slowly. “Now, my Spider-Lord,” y/n teased, “I must go meet my parents for another training, but, you can call if you need me okay?”

Peter groaned, “uuughh”. “Don’t” he laughed, shaking his head at the horrible nickname that had come as a result of one of the news articles written about him lately. Peter nodded promisingly, standing up and pulling y/n in for a tight hug. “Be careful,” he whispered, placing a shy short kiss to her lips, “but be magical”.

“Peter!” Y/n groaned, rolling her eyes at his returned teasing. She smiled and squeezed his hand once more before turning to leave. Y/n glanced back at Peter as she reached the sidewalk before she truly made her way home; but not before blowing him a kiss when she saw he was watching her still.

Peter sighed to himself as he watched y/n walk down the street, his eyes on her until she left his sight. He appreciated that she didn’t blame him for their inability to get into MIT. But, Peter still blamed himself; after all, the ‘controversy’ The university cited was about him. He had to do something, but what?

As Peter stood from his seat and zipped his jacket, he glanced up to say goodbye to MJ. However, his eyes landed on the Halloween decorations that were still hanging up long past the holiday. In particular, Peter found himself staring at what was supposed to be a string of lighted vampires. He couldn’t place what they looked like to him, but he didn’t see vampires though.

Peter’s lips curled slightly just before he dashed out of the cafe. He’d realized why he was so intrigued by the string of lights; they didn’t look like vampires to him, they looked like Doctor Strange. The one person Peter believed might be able to help him, Y/n, and his friends with their predicament. He wasn’t sure Doctor Strange would agree to help, but he had to at least ask.

Peter shuffled his feet nervously as he waited for Doctor Strange Stephen to answer Peter’s request. He knew it was likely a long shot, but Peter was desperate. Peter’s lips curled downwards as Stephen sighed sympathetically.

“Peter... we tampered with the stability of space-time to resurrect countless lives. You wanna do it again now just because yours got messy?” Stephen Strange asked. He felt for Peter, he really did. But, what Peter was asking was a bit extreme.

Peter shook his head quickly, “this isn't... it's not about me”. He took a deep breath to calm himself before continuing. “I mean, this is really hurting a lot of people” Peter explained. “My... my Aunt May, Happy...” he rambled guiltily.

Peter saw the understanding in Stephen’s eyes and kept going. “My best friends,” he added, biting his lip as his frown depended at the thought of the name of the next person he hurt, “my girlfriend, y/n…” Peter shook his head, “their futures are ruined just because they know me, and... they've done nothing wrong”. After he finished his monologue, Peter stared up at Stephen in anticipation. This was his shot, and he could see he was starting to make some headway with the sorcerer.

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There’s a post circulating rn that explicitly says it “doesn’t matter what Hamas did or does” bc it “doesn’t justify murdering civilians and children” … what about all of the innocent Israeli civilians and children that are murdered, tortured and raped by Hamas? Where is the outcry for them? Where is the rage and the upset for them? Anyone who tries to condemn hamas on that post is met with mockery and more applause for hamas. It cannot be any more clear to me anymore. Jewish lives don’t matter to these people. Innocent Israeli lives don’t matter. They want us entirely gone. - an American Jew who feels so alone in all of this.

(fwiw, I shouldn’t need to say it, but I agree that murdering innocent civilians is wrong regardless of who does it. But the fact that nobody will extend the same sort of consideration and compassion for Israelis and Jews is insanity. There are multiple victims of this war. Israelis are not their government.)

it absolutely stems from the blood libel. the “Israeli soldiers sit on rooftops and purposely shoot little kids in the genitals with rocket launchers” bullshit. like, yes, the IDF is toooootally wasting entire rockets on random kids that happened to be perfectly in the middle of the town square and witnesses could abbbbbsolutely tell the rocket was aimed at their crotch. this disgusting shit is so rampant right now. and acknowledging the falsehoods spreading does not mean negating the actual harm done - it’s simply being responsible in the spread of information about a very serious, very real conflict with real world consequences for misinformation. there are children caught in the crossfire of this conflict and have been from the beginning. but the way we talk about these groups is so fucking important.

every day there’s new info on how an actual UN backed group aided and participated in a terrorist attack where woman and children were raped, mutilated, and murdered. so many were burned alive. raped to death. people were tortured to death on their own FB livestream specifically so their families could watch. how is that at all NOT the same as the blood libel conspiracies, but real? I’m young but I’ve never seen an international event like this SO denied by the masses and I can’t help but wonder if this is what it was like for the jews that survived the holocaust and found out no one actually cared. no one wanted to join the war to free them, many thought it would be amaricans coming to save them, but most of america didn’t believe it was happening and owned a copy of TIME’s hitler cover magazine. there were nazi rallies in madison square garden.

I don’t like holocaust comparisons, but socially this feels so similar to what we know about those times, and it’s genuinely terrifying. it’s not just a sad time online. real people can and will be lost over this.

#Asks #anonymoose #antisemitism #rape tw #tw rape

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justinspoliticalcorner · 7 days

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Stephen A. Crockett Jr. at HuffPost:

I’ve always been stunned at former President Donald Trump’s physical prowess.

I mean, who can forget when his White House director of communications, Anthony Scaramucci, gushed about witnessing Trump throw a perfect spiral through a tire? Or his claim that he’s seen the confirmed thousand-aire at Madison Square Garden in a top coat at the foul line swishing free throws? And despite all of us knowing that the former president’s diet relies heavily on fast food, that didn’t stop his White House physician, now Rep. Ronny Jackson (R-Texas), from praising his genetics. “Some people just have great genes,” Jackson told reporters in 2018. “I told the president if he had a healthier diet over the last 20 years, he might live to be 200.” So it has been quite the show watching the gymnast-like contortions of the former president to avoid getting to know, or actually court, Black people to support his campaign. Earlier this month, in his latest episode of “See? Black people like me!” the president stood during an obvious photo-op at an Atlanta Chick-fil-A while smiling Black workers appeared to pose while taking his order. Trump reportedly ordered 30 milkshakes and some chicken, dealing out fast food for free publicity before heading to a high-dollar fundraiser in a largely white neighborhood.

A Black woman in the restaurant said, in her best untrained actor voice, “I don’t care what the media tells you, Mr. Trump, we support you!” I later found out the Black woman was in fact Michaelah Montgomery, a conservative activist who had arranged the entire scene. To her credit, the bigger story was supposed to be a conversation between students from nearby HBCUs and the presidential candidate about conservatism and possible inroads with the Black community. The moment became a meme. As with most Trump moments. Because what Trump and those around him don’t understand or care to involve themselves with is that Black people, more specifically Black women (also known as the spine of the Democratic voting bloc), are three dimensional, alive, actual human beings.

In Trumpland, Black people are caricatures of all of the worst stereotypes that have ever been imagined. They are rapists, thieves and murderers who want to terrorize… wait, no, that’s immigrants. But the point remains: The idea of even possibly courting Black voters never moves past stereotypical ideology. Which is comical when you consider that in 2024, the year of our lord Dawn Staley, an actual presidential strategy for winning the Black vote was… wait for it… sneakers. In February, Trump unveiled his $399 “Never Surrender High-Tops” at SneakerCon in Philadelphia. Trump didn’t just premiere the gaudy gold high-top decorated with an American flag motif, the sort of faux patriotism that’s truly become Trump’s signature brand, he actually went to the event to help hawk the ridiculousness that was an attempt to capture not just youth culture but ... well, I’ll just let Fox News contributor Raymond Arroyo say the quiet part out loud. “This is ... connecting with Black America. Because they’re into sneakers. They love sneakers. This is a big deal. Certainly in the inner city.”

Arroyo got bashed for his take, as he should, but his take was a glimpse into how many Republicans, especially Trump, see Black people as sneaker-loving, inner-city dwelling and easily swayed by shiny, expensive things. It’s Republican typecasting in which a Black person remains the villain/magical negro who serves only to further the white protagonist’s storyline. And make no mistake about it, in the story of Trump, as told by the narcissistic narrator, the former president is always the hero.

Which brings us to Blacks 4 Trump (aka Black Voices for Trump), you know, that hodgepodge group of Blacks (mostly men) who have proclaimed their allegiance to Trump and who stump for him despite his lackluster attempts at any tangible metrics with the Black community. Don’t act like you don’t remember Michael Symonette, Maurice Woodside and Mikael Israel (these are not three people; it’s one man who has gone by three names), more commonly know as “Michael the Black Man” (his name for himself, not mine) who magically appeared behind Trump at a 2017 rally in Arizona. Always strategically placed in the camera’s view wearing a shirt that says “Trump & Republicans Are Not Racist” or “Blacks 4 Trump.” The funny thing is that the group Blacks 4 Trump didn’t ever seem to really do anything other than allow their Blackness to be co-opted for the then-president’s political gain. The group didn’t have an agenda or a political manifesto (at least it never presented one) that noted how Trump could actually earn the Black vote. They just showed up and allowed their images to be used to sell a product.

Because, never forget, Trump is always in the Trump business. Which leads to arguably the most disturbing attempt by Trump’s campaign to court Black voters, which Trump’s camp openly admits they need to win over in the upcoming election: Insisting that because Black people have been the victims of an unjust criminal system, they relate to Trump more because he, too, is a victim of the Man.

[...] Trump acknowledges that there is discrimination and, more important, that Black people have been discriminated against. This means nothing to him, of course, as that only serves to get him to his second point, which is that he can relate, which therefore makes him more relatable to the discriminated class. He doesn’t want to fix the problem, he only wants to leech off of the sympathies related to it. It is in this brushstroke that Trump ― who has been charged by Fulton County District Attorney Fani Willis, a Black woman; Manhattan District Attorney Alvin Bragg, a Black man; and New York Attorney General Letitia James, a Black woman ― that he, too, is a victim of systemic racism.

“When I did the mug shot in Atlanta, that mug shot is number one,” Trump said. He added that the Black population “embraced it more than anyone else.” He also said: “I’m being indicted for you, the Black population.” First, the obvious. I’ll just let President Joe Biden’s campaign spokesperson Jasmine Harris explain it. “The audacity of Donald Trump to speak to a room full of Black voters during Black History Month as if he isn’t the proud poster boy for modern racism. This is the same man who falsely accused the Central Park 5, questioned George Floyd’s humanity, compared his own impeachment trial to being lynched and ensured the unemployment gap for Black workers spiked during his presidency,” Harris told The Washington Post.

“Donald Trump has been showing Black Americans his true colors for years: an incompetent, anti-Black tyrant who holds us to such low regard that he publicly dined with white nationalists a week after declaring his 2024 candidacy.”

Stephen Crockett Jr. wrote in HuffPost that Donald Trump's attempt to court Black voters is based on stereotypical traits of Blacks from a conservative POV, including by claiming to relate to being victims of an unjust criminal system that Black folk face.

#Black Americans #African Americans #Donald Trump #2024 Presidential Election #2024 Elections #Black Voices For Trump #Raymond Arroyo #Trump Mugshot

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notallsandmen · 1 year

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Tfw I realized that The Corinthian’s straw hat outfit is quite possibly inspired by that of one of my phd thesis case studies, the first playboy murderer Harry K. Thaw, who shot the renowned architect and horndog Stanford White in front of hundreds of witnesses at the rooftop theatre of New York City's Madison Square Garden in 1906

#the corinthian #just corinthian things #Harry K. Thaw #Harry Kendall Thaw #Harry Thaw #stanford white #evelyn nesbit #netflix the sandman #the sandman netflix #the sandman #boyd holbrook #corintheus #my phd thesis tag #crime history #the sandman neil gaiman #neil gaiman

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kayhi808 · 10 months

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Perfect Match - 3

After arguing until I'm blue in the face, Bill insisted on personally returning me to my grandfather. He's so stubborn! I told him I could get to my grandfather's on my own. He refused to listen. "You realize you just kidnapped his granddaughter. You shouldn't be anywhere near my family. Like, ever again."

Bill takes his eyes off the road to look at me & squeezes my knee, "It'll be fine. Madison Square Park is public & in the open. Nothing will go wrong. C'mon Angel, don't tell me you're worried about me."

Shoving his hand off my knee, he laughs. "For being one of the best assassins in the world, you're not using your brain."

"Not one of the best. THE BEST." I glare at him & he continues to smile. I frown & turn away from him, staring out of the passenger window. I ignore him for the rest of the ride.

We get to the park & Bill grabs my hand, looking like a normal couple taking a morning walk in the park. He has his hoodie pulled up to hide his face. The scarring makes him more noticable. We turn the bend in the pathway & I see my father, grandfather & their men. I stop & pull on Bill's hand. "This is far enough. Go back to your car. Don't do this." He lets go of my hand & steers me forward, resting his hand at the small of my back.

The closer we get I see the murderous look on my father's face. I look up at Billy and the look is mirrored on his as well. My grandfather sees me & he frowns. He signals his men & they stomp towards me, and Billy pushes me behind him before they reach us. A fist is driven into Bill's stomach & I kick out at the man coming for me. Bill isn't hitting back, just blocking, so I get between them and throw a punch. My grandfather's men won't strike me. Bill keeps trying to shove me behind him.

"ENOUGH!" My grandfather steps up and I push Bill behind me. Grandfather cradles my face, "Piccola. He laid his bloody hands on you?!"

"This is from Dad! Dad hit me. Russo has been nothing but respectful, Nonno." Grandfather's head whips to his son, "We'll discuss this later." He pulls me to his side & to Bill, "You've been paid. The contract, completed."

"Yes, sir." He nods, turning on his heel to return to his car. He didn't even acknowledge me. With grandfather's arm around me, we all make our way to his cars. I sneak a quick look over my shoulder to see Bill turn the bend. As if he could feel my eyes on him, his head turns in my direction & I can make out his smirk & if I'm not mistaken, he winked at me.

*****

Grandfather took us out to his East Hampton estate. I know there's going to be yelling.

My father tried to get me to ride in his car with him, but Grandfather nixed that idea. I rode with him. He didn't speak to me, but he held my hand for the entire ride.

As soon as we got there, we followed him into the office. They each had their second in command & grandfather's security. As soon as we entered, Grandfather pulled back his fist & punched Dad in the mouth.

"Is this how you protect the family?! Huh!" Grandfather goes to sit behind his desk, leaving me & my father standing before him. "You try to fuck over one of the best assets out there? How quick do you think he'll pick up the next contract on our heads? He took your daughter for fucks sake! How does this show me you are making decisions in the best interest of the Family? Jesus Christ!!" Grandfather's gaze shifts to me. I know he's looking at my bruised face. I keep my face emotionless. "What happened with you and your father?"

My father is about to speak but is silenced with a glare from grandfather. "We disagreed on the type of husband I need."

"You will marry who I say you're going to marry."

"Piccola, you will marry in the best interest of this family."

"I understand that. Our interest in the Family differs as well. He wants a puppet that he can control-"

"And you want some lovesick lackey to follow you. Weak romance like all the other girls your age."

Standing up to my father, "I want a partner! An equal! Someone I can trust to have my back, not yours! This is for business, not love." Turning to my grandfather, "I want to run New York, Nonno." My father laughs out loud and I ignore him. "I understand that it has to be turned over to my husband, but if I pick the right man. We'd rule as a team. You know, I know our businesses inside and out. You've taught me everything."

"No one will follow you!" Sometimes I can't believe he's my father and not a spoiled child.

"They'll learn to. I've been proving myself. They'll trust me."

"The other families will think of us as a joke!"

"They already think of you as a joke." I was ready for his attack this time, but grandfather's security holds him back.

"Knock it off!!" Grandfather slams his fist against the desk. I bow my head trying to look contrite. "Your husband will be approved by me. I am still head of this Family."

"Yes, sir."

"I need to talk to your father. Alone." He walks around his desk to hug me. "I'm glad we got you back. Call the bar and tell them you won't be in. You'll stay here for the weekend with me. We'll return on Monday."

"Yes, Nonno." I leave to make the arrangements with work.

*****

I manage a number of nightclubs, lounges and restaurants for the family. Our "import/export" funds are easily filtered through our legit businesses. 11:11, our newest lounge is where im currently working out of.

I enter my office to find someone already in there. "Hey, Angel."

"Bill? Wh...um. How'd you get up here?" He cocks an eyebrow at me and I roll my eyes. "Did you hurt anyone to get up here?"

Shaking his head, "Everyone is in one piece."

"What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to make sure you were ok. That things went alright with your family." Bill, with a finger under my chin, tilts my head to examine my jaw. "Your make up covers the bruise well."

Grabs his finger, "What do you want, Russo?"

"Go to dinner with me."

Shocked, "You kidnapped me."

He leans in & you smell the woodsy cologne on him. He whispers, "I could kidnap you again, but I thought I'd try asking you out first." I laugh out loud & he grants me with a genuine smile. "C'mon. You know you want to."

"Um, when?"

"When do you have the night off?"

"Not until Sunday or Monday."

"Good, I'll pick you up on Sunday. 7pm?" Types something into his phone, and you feel your phone vibrate. "That's me." He hangs up, slipping his phone in his pocket. He slides his arm around my back and his mouth captures mine. My hands land on his chest to push him away as his tongue seeks entrance. Instead of pushing him away, I fist my hands in his shirt and draw him closer. My tongue teases his and I hear him moan. His kisses becomes more demanding and he burries his hands in my hair.

There's a knock on the door and we pull apart. "Yes??"

"Y/N? The shipment they're delivering is the wrong order."

"Ok, I'll be right there." Turning to Bill, "I need to take care of that."

"First kisses are awkward. I wanted to get that out of the way." Now I do shove him away & he laughs.

I try to pull myself together. "You can see yourself out." Leaving Bill in the office, I go to straighten out this delivery. I just made out with my kidnapper. Wtf?

@idaofinfinity @imagine-a-fictional-boyfriend @e-dubbc11

#billy russo #billy russo fanfic #billy russo x reader #billy russo imagine #s2 billy russo au

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wiltking · 2 months

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finished The Wolf at the Door by charlie adhara and i really liked it a lot! was a little worried starting another mystery series right after Madison Square Murders but this one actually gave me a lot more of the detailed investigation stuff i was left wanting for after MSM, so that worked out perfectly. and im not a mystery connoisseur but i think Wolf at the Door did a great job building dread and suspence and pointing suspicion down multiple plausible angles, and overall having a very engaging plot. (even if some of the protocols involving civilians on scenes was.. questionable. but hey. it was still fun)

the angle it took with the werewolf part of the story also felt refreshingly different. wolves living on the fringes of society / being hunted by government agencies has been done before so i was very intetested to see it from the perspective of one such agency attempting to work with wolves. i thought all the drama and uncertainty (and trust issues) involved were well done and dealt with realistically, and i was also surprised at how multidimentional Cooper felt in particular. he compelled me. he felt mature, but still scared and capable of making mistakes and expressing emotion and i really liked that. he had depth. and while Olliver remains mysterious, i think he fit the vibe of the story, and im curious to find out more about him with the next books.

the romance itself also had me worried at first - with Cooper's instant attraction. but having to read about him trying to remain professional and focused on the case while they both knew about his attraction, and not being able to act on it because they are professionals and strangers and absolutely dont trust each other (yet 😉) was very enjoyable. and i know im going to be thinking about the submission scene(s) for a long time to come.

#starting the next book right away #book thoughts #the wolf at the door #big bad wolf

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standupcomedyhistorian · 4 months

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Today (12/16/23) is the 10th anniversary of one of my favorite comedy specials—

what.

Yes, it's been a whole decade since Bo Burnham graced the world with his YouTube special (and now major comics are following his model lol). While people think of what. as a Netflix special, Bo's plan was to distribute it freely via the internet on 12/17/13 (and he took a pay cut to make it happen!).

Here are some other fun facts about Bo's second comedy special:

1. The trailer is filmed in the Ruhm, Bo's guesthouse and studio that makes an appearance again in Make Happy and in a little special called INSIDE 😉

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2. This comedy special was Bo's first professional collaboration with Chris Storer (creator of The Bear) after they met on Adventures in the Sin Bin and it marks Bo's first time directing. They would go on to co-direct Make Happy together and Bo's obviously directed MANY items since, including his incredible story about a teenage girl called Eighth Grade!

3. Bo begins the special wearing three pairs of pants—two red ones and one black pair—a white tee, a dark gray hoodie, confetti in one pocket, a pack of playing cards in his OTHER pocket, and his mouth is full of water. Damn, that's a lot of stuff! 🤯

4. But he doesn't have the water IN his mouth for the stool scene! That was spliced together with the live performance footage (and pretty seamlessly, clearly, since folks asked him about it online).

5. The song Repeat Stuff has a brilliant music video that accompanies it. And the girl that Bo murders at the end is none other than the Vice President's stepdaughter! That's right, Ella Emhoff is Kamala Harris's daughter through marriage, and she is a famous model and artist.

6. Speaking of that music video, the exterior of the house Bo breaks into at the beginning is Bo and Lorene's own home at the time. And that house was used in The Nightmare Before Elm Street franchise (a fact the realtors emphasized when selling the place in 2021—I would have focused on Bo's studio personally haha).

7. The music video also has a cameo from one of Bo's friends, Paul Scheer, as the manager! I actually met Paul at a Human Giant event back in the day, and he was very nice (along with Aziz Ansari and Rob Huebel).

8. While Bo released his special entirely for free, he did have two other items that were for sale at the time—the what. CD (recorded in Madison, WI, thus he says "Get on my level, Madison" in Sad) and his book of poems Egghead. I own the poetry book, obviously, but I cannot find the CD for sale anywhere.

If you or someone you know is willing to sell their copy, PLEASE DM me! It's the only item he put out that I don't own in some capacity—and I would love to complete the collection! 🥰

9. Egghead is amazing in both its print and audiobook versions. In fact, the latter is like a whole separate comedy special and well worth the price to hear Bo reading so enthusiastically and with different hilarious voices. Highly recommended...and I have a kid-friendly list of poems here if you're interested.

10. Finally, what. features two of my favorite subversive bits: Andy the Frog and the Fishing song.

I was thinking a fun video idea would be to create a Bo Burnham "Kids Show" with all of his darkest routines that seem like they came out of a demented Sesame Street (so like Wonder Showzen haha).

Here's the potential order:

-Disney Lessons (Words Words Words)

-what. Intro (starting with "melted into childlike wonder" to Lizard)

-How to Make the Perfect PB Sandwich

-A Slow Joke

-Andy the Frog

-The Squares poem

-Fishing in the Park

-How the World Works (can include Outtakes Bo and Socko as well)

-YouTuber Thank You

Anyway, I just think that would be hysterical if any editor wants to take a crack at it. Please give me credit tho! ✌🏼🐔

#Youtube #what #bo burnham #bo burnham what #milestone #10th anniversary #repeat stuff #ella emhoff #paul scheer #the nightmare on elm street #lorene scafaria #inside bo burnham #bo burnham inside #human giant #egghead #standupcomedyhistorian

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jfrank204 · 4 months

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FBI Flies- Killer Kids, and fans in the New york City chirstmas plays.

12/31/2023 2 00 a.m.

Warning ⚠️ folks

These subjects or any employees have no money's to The Best Short Stop In The World Association office New 🏬 york City or to the Jonathan Fred Rivera company.

According to the nutcracker security/ the pervert murderer once he moves, the little girl in the nutcracker plays as some bum from back then called a dancing monkey 🌉 bride/ blood 🎶 she'll start fucking him the Barclay center nigga, and the whole 🌎 🗺 🌏 world in the same spot they murdered the stupid as people called Angel reese, and her boyfriend Harry the bum. The monkey girl is so poor that it went to Ohio, and never to Jonathan Fred Rivera or has nothing with the best short stop in the world Association office 🏬 New York City at the marble hill community new york 10463 city 🇺🇸 USA building 210 suite $$$ ore her people's or smaller towns ore businesses/islands.

That little girl at that same play ▶️ is wanted for cutting people in there face with a box cutter with her whole retarded staff ore gang all over the Manhattan island since we can remember. Yes, all these people are wanted for child abuse and many other riche rich crimes touching little boys.

After this B line trip to Ohio, this security dancer white man starts taking that little girl the bride in the nutcracker show that looks like a Dewayne fucking every body for cash back stage with sex two rape further in California with the rest of his jealous the security dancing with little girl on stage, murderous employees. They took her two grow marriguuna hydro again in the same poor house to that's stolen.

Like a circus 🎪 circus - From that shanty town in California the shalom also known as the pervert murderer fuck that bitch up again to in the carribbean islands 🏝 as soon as they got there that security white, a well - known ⚫️ 🐈‍⬛️ ◼️ ⬛️ ♟️ ▪️ ⚫️ black.

At first, she called me over to fix her up man, then have sex with her like the rest of them bitches called the Barclay center pussy.

Then the same pervert took her to her own fatamina island 🏝 to fuck her up bad 🧍‍♀️ man. She is also a space cadet ore wat ever like the pervert murderer a wana bee 🐝 ✨️ ♥️ ❤️ 😉 🎶 🐝 Jonathan Fred Rivera from New York city for many years/tears. This is where they start murdering all the people with the walking dead, also known as a jealous lover or pervert murderer. The pervert murderer is now going to take the bride to a desert called the Z, where she got ducked up more before he takes her to the carribbean islands 🏝. In the Z is where this sick bride starts fucking every body out side. After the carribbean islands 🏝 this 🎮 🥌 🏑 🎲 🎴 🏀 🎮 pervert murderer is taking all his people to 🇵🇷 Puerto Rico islands to fuck them up some more before there trip back to New york Lincoln Dale, vand then to New york City to that bum place called the auto show of course to further sell humans in tarriffs/sheriff's. Eddy Winslow to space from New York city, also known as the pervert murderer for more child abuse therapy. (Double dribble)

Emily Rivera, of course, the name of this little girl, also known as the monkey 🐒 who was given this name, buy rappers called the 🪨 rock Familia family in nyc at the Madison Square also ⬛️ garden as a joke or attempt robberies by Emily. This 🎮 🥌 🏑 🎲 🎴 🏀 🎮 girl is seen walking around weird two around the New york City post 📫. She was there in the garden for sucking dick the rapper said like nothing.

Emily Rivera also goes to criminal court shows in the New york City areas like the faith judge show. Emily told one of her victims she 📸 picked up on 86th Street, also known as Broadway , and took him in to give him the worst time ever as Emily kills another trick in the apartment around the corner from mc Donald's across the street on 85th street, and Broadway.

No dear your dad I'm diying to shot him in that apartment in 86th street the brain on the opposite street corner moving the hoe Emily Rivera in some evil 😈 way you need to know the brain said to Emily after he moved her for her father's apartment/ altered on 86th street. I knew everything man about that kind of extraction of persons from compartment for a monkey 🐒 🙈 🙊 🙄 😒 😐 🐒 as brain recorded some porno with the little girl Emily in that same corner store on that same corner mentioned above before they extract Emily in a helicopter 🚁 to some carribbean islands 🏝 for more fuck with odd even men before they leave Emil Rivera out there on brains return to nyc to his block 🚫 until forever when he meets Emily again called the night time. Now, Emily Rivera is in this population murdering her dad in the same way she knows, like when all the people took her to her fatamina island 🏝 to beat her dead and some sex with leave. Emily Rivera is left stranded, begging now in the carribbean islands, and all the people saw her go to jail for prostitution out there, and that they got the girl that fucks her dad with 🪆 dolls, and not the tricks in the bullyvard out there in Jamaica. Emily was bailed out buy the man that fucked her life up the white man with jay-z that phone is in California. After this process, Emily will disappear forever to resurface again on the same bullyvard in the carribbean with her conspicuous.

#the nutcracker #Spotify #SoundCloud

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