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lab-trash · 10 months

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A Few Hot Takes About Elite Force

Bree did not deserve to go to Centium City, nor does it make sense plot-wise

In season four it's jokingly established that Bree is becoming sort of a mom-friend, mom-mentor sort of figure. There is no way in hell that she would've allowed fucking Adam and Leo to run the bionic island. She knows those two knuckle-heads would get into trouble. Don't get me wrong, I love when Adam takes control of the situation and when he takes responsibility for Bob in that one episode, but let's face it: he is not ready for such a large role when it comes to that many kids. Dude is not equipped to be a babysitter. When it comes to Leo, while he is more equipped for the situation, he is very well established to make shit go wrong on fucking accident. We see it time and time and time again, not only in season one, but in season four (read: the whole business card fiasco). She would've known that they would've be able to handle it alone, especially when taking into account that their chaperones would've been fucking Terry Cherry Perry and goddamn Douglas Davenport! Excuse me???? No! She would have not allowed that.

Edit- Also, she just got a sister! I know that she said that the excitement was gone after having to change diapers, but you're telling me that Bree wouldn't want to be a part of her life????

Leo did deserve to go to Centium City, and it would've made more sense plot-wise (especially if they kept it mostly the same story-wise)

Leo, as we all know, gets along great with Kaz. Not only that, but he's a superhero nerd. I guarantee that if Leo just knew wtf the 'secret project' was, he would've been on board faster than the train to Downtown Welkerville. It would've been epic to see him interact with not just Kaz, but Oliver too? Skylar probably would've felt like she fit in more too, because she's definitely one of the boys (not in a pick-me way, in a nonbinary way). It would've been really fun seeing Chase trying to battle Kaz, Oliver and Leo down from playing Topple Tower and whatever other various games. Such as, for example, Leo jumping off the building for Kaz and/or Oliver to catch him before he fucking dies. I know this was more of an Adam and Chase thing, but I still think we should've gotten a prank wars episode, and since it's decidedly canon that Bree is, at best, mid when it comes to pranks, it could've gotten real fucking intense. I love the idea of Oliver and Kaz warning Chase and Leo about Skylar being really amazing at pranks, and then when they don't really notice her being weird or suspicious, they just think it was to mess with their heads (which does or does not work, depending on if you want a Sicillian situation on your hands or not) so they brush it off, only to be bested by the prank master. But I'm getting off topic. The biggest reason that I think that Leo should've gone to Centium City instead of Bree is because of Episode 9 and Episode 10. In episode 9, The Intruder,we are introduced to a character named AJ, who finds Chase and Douglas in the Mission Command (aka, the basement) by mistake. And I know that they often draw comparisons from AJ to Chase, but I think that it would work way better with Leo— Better yet, Leo and Chase. Like Chase, AJ is autistic coded, socially inept, and a tech nerd. But like Leo, he means well. He wants to be a part of the team, even though objectively that maybe shouldn't be allowed. He snuck his way into this family by running into them when he didn't mean to, when he was just exploring where he lived. AJ should've gotten bonding time with Leo. Maybe then, the common headcannon that AJ will/would become Mission Specialist like Leo once was, would be cannon. Next is Episode 10, The Rock. In The Rock, AJ makes a list ranking the most useful/gifted in the Elite Force, to the least. This causes Bree to become insecure when she's placed in the middle, leading her to attempt getting more powers by touching the Arcturian. I will always stand by the fact that this was a fucking stupid idea. But when it's Leo? This idea becomes nearly fucking genius. Leo would likely be placed in a similar place, if not lower, given that only part of him has powers. He is not bionic, he has bionics. And, y'know, he's a superhero nerd; why would he not want superpowers. He also is reckless, which would make sense why he would touch the Arcturian without really thinking about it as much as he probably should. And best of all, this could be a personal secret, instead of a secret between him and someone else, like it was with Bree and Skylar. After all, Leo already has a buffer. His arm. Leo wouldn't need to be endangered to get these powers, he already paid that tax years ago. Leo would finally have powers. Not just partial powers; real, true powers. It makes sense that he would be the first bionic superhero. Leo deserves to be the first bionic superhero.

Edit cont.- I do think that Leo would want to be in Naomi's life too, I understand that. Especially with his dad having been absent in his life, he might want Naomi to grow up with her family around. But at the same time, I really like the idea of him letting Bree have that honour. Like a bit of an emotional moment as they debate who goes to Centium City and who stays on the island/in Mission Creek, and in the end, Leo knows how much Bree's always wanted a sister and decides that she should be allowed to have that.

I have way more, but I can't remember, so this is probably the last one. Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing should've been in Elite Force

They couldn't have invited Auggie Issac back for one episode just to make it feel more like Caldera? Seriously? She is definitely one of the highlights that we get when we visit Caldera in Mighty Med, and without her, it feels disingenuous. Hell, start the episode with a quick video chat with Gus talking about how things are going in Philly and with The Domain, make the universe feel more coherent and put together. And then, if Chase and Leo/Bree see the call, they could later mention how she looks like Gus. And, not only that, but she could help save Skylar. Like, instead of Scarlett just being like 'hey muthafuckas, lemme bring you to ya girl,' it could've had this semi-dramatic, semi-emotional moment with Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing where she explains that she saw Scarlett taking Skylar away. She could've explained the whole rebellion thing to Oliver and his accompaniment. They could've had one of those cross cut scenes where it cuts between Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing and Scarlett explaining what's going on, instead of getting weird feeling, one dimensional exposition from just Scarlett talking to Skylar through an oddly shaped TV. I would've loved to see her and Skylar reunite, even for a little bit. Hell, y'know what, Ka-Kai-Ra-Ta-Hee-Haw-Mwak-Floopie-Pazoing is basically not a pet, which is implied through the numerous jokes of her not responding to things that a normal pet do, and the fact that she speaks english. It would've been epic as fuck if she was like... leading a rebellion army. That would've been so fucking awesome. But that would've been far more difficult to do, and I understand that. But the first part? Cmon, she is the heart and soul of Caldera. She should've been there.

Sorry for the super long post that was basically about nothing, but I was ranting to my friend who knows nothing about the lref universe and I wanted to share these. They're definitely the ones I'm most passionate about— not including how I think that Douglas definitely should've been indited more as their father instead of Donald, especially in Elite Force where Douglas showed up more than Donald did. And that Tasha deserves someone better (and I wouldn't exactly mind if that person were Douglas, but I've been over how I think that Douglas deserves a nice twunk)

Let me know if I should make a part two, and I might rant about a few more things they could've done to make Elite Force better.

Anyway, all in all, thank you for coming to my ted talk.

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i-heart-hxh · 4 months

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That question and your answer about Gon's thrill and excitement for dangerous situations where he risks his life were really interesting. I definitely agree with him having self-esteem and abandonment issues and those being part of the reason for that behavior, but I think that part of it is also that Gon has a kind of big ego, before he took the Hunter Exam he had already shown abilities that were way above anybody his age and even people older than him, he even caught the Master of the Swamp which seems to be a legendary feat for the people of the island, then during the Hunter exam he performed better than most people even during the preliminaries, he most likely noticed that too, it was like that until he had that encounter with Hisoka in the fourth phase where things didn't go the way he wanted them to go and he knew he could not do anything to change that, when he cried in front of Kurapika after getting punched by Hisoka imo was more out of frustration than anything else, so I think Gon was used to accomplishing most tasks or challenges that came to him with ease and doing them his way until that dart guy got him and Hisoka helped him. And the biggest example imo about his need to satisfy his ego is during the fight with Genthru, some people talk about him being selfish during that fight, and I agree, but the reason for that selfishness imo was that need to satisfy his ego by fighting Genthru his way instead of following Killua's plan and ending the fight without many complications or injuries.

I generally agree, and I actually think this ties directly into the self-esteem issues! While Gon isn't the sort to brag or intentionally show off, I do think he's self-assured in his abilities early in the Hunter Exam, which makes perfect sense when you think about it--he was a big fish in a small pond on Whale Island. I'm sure as he got older it got harder and harder for anyone else to compete with him. He's used to being able to do what he wants easily, and his abilities weren't typically challenged there. His talent/genetics from Ging gave him an automatic advantage over others. While I don't think he tends to assume his own superiority (like Killua does to a degree, especially early on), I think it's still a bit of a shock to him when he starts to encounter threats like Hisoka that are legitimately difficult for him to handle.

Like I said in the original post, he uses strength and power as a way to soothe his lack of self-worth, so when he isn't able to win/achieve what he wants in the way he wants to (this is important as well), he starts feeling inferior and worthless and like he has to push himself harder in order to be strong enough and convince himself he does have worth after all. So the degree of ego he has and the self-esteem issues go hand-in-hand. Gon strongly conflates his physical skills and power with how worthwhile he is as a person, when of course that's far from the only thing that gives him as a person worth and meaning.

I think the selfishness/ego/self-esteem issues fed into each other in the Greed Island fight as well--he wanted to believe he could do things alone, his own way, and still win. Because even though he appreciates his friends and allies, if he's not able to do things on his own terms and by himself, he can't use it as easily to assure himself of his own value.

And him wanting to do things his own way/alone in order to prove his own self-worth is a big piece of what leads to what happens between him and Killua in Chimera Ant Arc.

Thanks for the ask, it's interesting to explore Gon in more depth and bring up more aspects of his character! Everything fits together like a puzzle with him.

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silverynight · 8 months

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How to ask a cheerleader out

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Chapter 3

"You are making such a funny face. I should take a picture of you like this, Blasty!"

Katsuki growls at Ashido, who doesn't even blink at his "aggressive" display; it's the only thing he can do at the moment because he's busy holding Izuku's hand and he doesn't want the nerd to pout at him for being rude to his friends.

Besides, he's sure Ashido is right; he must be doing a funny expression because he feels the heat all over his face just because Izuku is holding his hand. Well, maybe not holding exactly since the cheerleader took his hand in order to pull him towards the school's gym because it's time for the cheerleaders to practice and Katsuki wanted to watch.

Izuku's hand is warm and feels so good against Katsuki's or maybe that's how he feels because he's been waiting for this moment almost since he rejected that small, freckled hand when he was a kid.

Biggest regret of his fucking life.

And now he's turned into a mess because the boy he's in love with has taken his hand to lead him inside the gym. It's ridiculous, it's like he's in one of those stupid mangas Ashido loves to read.

Katsuki is not like that, he shouldn't be. He can handle this. He can keep his cool, even though he feels like his heart is about to explode.

"We arrived on time!" Izuku beams and Katsuki knows he's doing that stupid thing with his face again because Ashido is laughing at him over the nerd's shoulder.

Sadly, Izuku releases his hand and Katsuki has to make a huge effort not to look disappointed.

"Are you sure you can stay, Kacchan? Don't you have any homework or something you'd rather do instead?"

"I'm fine, nerd. Besides, I would like to see if you're as good as Pinky says you are," Katsuki smirks, feeling ridiculously proud when he notices the pink tint all over Izuku's cheeks.

"I'm not that good but–"

"He's actually amazing," a girl that looks like a frog with long hair walks in, wearing the same uniform as Izuku.

"That's not true, Asui!" The nerd, his sweet nerd says, absolutely flustered. "Where's Todoroki, by the way? I want to practice some jumps."

Oh no. That name rings a bell, Katsuki has heard about that guy... He's very popular.

"Half and half? That Todoroki?"

"Kacchan! Don't call him that!" Izuku scolds him, narrowing his big, green eyes at him. He's not pleased, but he looks adorable nonetheless.

Why does Katsuki have to think like that? He's not the protagonist of one of those cheesy mangas!

"Isn't he in the basketball team?"

"Everyone assumes that because he's popular and hot," Ashido says, still grinning at Katsuki's distress.

"He's in the cheerleader team," a tall girl with a ponytail cuts in. "He's pretty strong so he's the one who helps us with the jumps."

There are more male cheerleaders around, although Izuku is the only one who wears a skirt and Katsuki is really grateful for that because his thighs are amazing... Maybe he should put those thoughts aside, at least for now.

Besides, Katsuki is not that happy at the moment because he realizes that he's not the only one looking at Izuku's legs.

"But why is he on this team?"

"Because it pisses the old man off," Todoroki himself answers, finally walking into the gym; he apologizes to the girl with the ponytail and the other members of the team for his tardiness. He's also wearing the uniform for the male cheerleaders.

Izuku must've sensed his confusion because he leans into Katsuki space to whisper: "He means his father."

And that's when Katsuki realizes why Izuku seems to be good friends with Todoroki too; they probably bonded over stories about shitty dads. Fortunately, Izuku's asshole father divorced his mother when he was young and they don't see him anymore.

"Are you ready, Midoriya?" Todoroki smiles at Izuku, who grins back in return.

If he's being honest, it makes Katsuki feel a little bit irritated for some reason.

"Take a seat, Kacchan, so you can watch us!"

The whole team is really good; it seems they already know the choreography back and forth, they just need to work on certain details, especially the jumps.

Izuku is great at doing jumps, despite of his slightly bulky complexion, which makes him heavier than the female cheerleaders, his jumps are as graceful and high as the others.

It's fine... It's just the fact that the one in charge to catch him every single time is Todoroki, who doesn't hesitate to put his hands on Izuku's waist and sometimes his hips to move him around.

Alright, Katsuki doesn't like it at all, but he knows it's just part of the routine and that they're not dating otherwise Ashido would have told him already (she seems to know everything about everyone in that damned school).

"That's all for today! Let's get ready for the game!" Ponytail says, Katsuki thinks he's heard a couple of people calling her Yaoyorozu.

Izuku starts giggling about something Todoroki says and Katsuki suddenly wants to throw something at the boy with the mismatched hair. The feeling only gets worse when he tells Izuku to sit over his shoulders.

"No, wait, Todoroki... We don't have time, I need to tell Kacchan something!"

Katsuki relaxes as soon as Izuku jumps down and runs towards him.

"Thanks for staying, Kacchan!" The boy beams. "It meant a lot to me!"

His face turns red again, but this time he doesn't care because his Izuku is happy.

This is his opportunity to ask him out.

"Izuku," why is he so nervous? "Would y-you like to go to the shopping center this weekend?"

"I'd love to!" The nerd says immediately, looking excited already. "I'll tell my friends! And I'll tell Todoroki because he doesn't get out often. I'm sure we'll all have a great time!"

"No, wait... That's not–"

"Sorry, Kacchan, I need to get ready for the game, but we'll talk later!"

Shit. Maybe this is not going to be as easy as he thought it'd be.

***

Izuku is getting easily distracted lately, he knows it's not good considering he should be focusing on his homework, but at the same time he likes to text Katsuki.

Besides, they have been meeting in the library and the yard with all their friends to study together so it can't be that bad.

Uraraka has decided to give him a chance, although it's mostly because all his friends (especially Ashido and Kirishima) are charming and she has decided that Katsuki can't be that bad if he has managed to keep them.

Todoroki doesn't keep them company that often (he has said that he doesn't trust Katsuki that much) but he goes to Izuku's dorm room when the green haired boy needs help with English.

Besides, all his friends have agreed to go to the shopping center and Katsuki has told Izuku his group of friends are going with them too.

Izuku is very excited about that. The only thing he wanted was to have a normal, friendly relationship with Katsuki and now he has.

He couldn't ask for more.

The problem is that he gets distracted by different things: he finds himself looking at Katsuki's profile when he's talking about drums and other things he's passionate about and Izuku can't help but notice that his childhood friend has become a really handsome boy.

Not only that his shoulders and chest are broad now and his arms are... distracting.

But it's normal to notice that your friends are handsome and attractive, he has talked about Todoroki and how hot he is with Ashido; Izuku knows there's nothing wrong with it. He just needs to spend less time thinking about it.

Besides, he doesn't want Katsuki to feel uncomfortable around him, so Izuku thinks it's better to push aside those thoughts.

"But why does he have to be so grumpy though?" Uraraka asks, bringing Izuku back to the present with one question.

Their groups are close, but not enough for Katsuki to hear, still Izuku worries and feels the need to defend his friend.

"Kacchan can be sweet too," he mumbles. Iida raises his brows, looking from Izuku to Katsuki who's currently scowling and growling at Sero, another friend who often hangs out with their group, and Kaminari. It seems they're talking about something that is irritating him. "I mean he can be sweet sometimes... in his own way."

"Izuku."

Thinking that he might have heard them, the green haired boy turns around, blushing to the tip of his ears, only to find Katsuki nervously looking at his own feet before handing Izuku a bento box.

"I made you lunch."

Izuku's heart does a funny thing inside his chest, but he supposes it's normal to experience those kind of feelings for a friend.

"Thank you!"

Katsuki smiles at him softly, rubbing the back of his neck in a flustered way.

"I hope you like it."

"I'm sure I'll love it!"

"Aww... Who would have thought Blasty could be nice?" Kaminari chuckles, making Sero laugh too. Kirishima tries not to do the same as Ashido takes a picture.

"That's really manly, Bakubro!"

"Shut up, all of you!"

"Kacchan! Don't be mean to your friends!"

"Tch. Fine."

"Look. Blasty is whipped!"

"I'll–"

Izuku cuts Katsuki off by taking his hand; he has noticed that it calms him down almost immediately.

"Come with me, let's have lunch together."

Katsuki nods, cheeks turning slightly pink before he follows Izuku to another part of the yard, not that far from their group of friends. The others keep working on their projects and homework while Izuku decides to ask Katsuki about his parents.

"I'm glad they're doing well. I really like them."

"You should... come with me next week. To pay them a visit," Katsuki says then, looking a little bit insecure and nervous. "If you want."

"Only if we go visit my mom afterwards," Izuku says, prompting Katsuki to relax and smile at him. "I'm sure she misses you."

"Of course she does, I'm the best."

Izuku chuckles at that before leaning closer to Katsuki to rest his head on his shoulder. The blond tenses for a second before he presses himself closer to Izuku too.

"I missed you, Kacchan."

"Missed you too, nerd. Like hell."

They stay there for a while before Izuku decides that it's time to join their friends to study. When they're done and Katsuki goes back inside with his own group, Uraraka takes a deep breath and looks at Izuku almost in defeat.

"Alright, he can be sweet sometimes, I'll give you that," she says reluctantly. "It seems he's not that bad after all."

Izuku knows Uraraka and his friends will realize how amazing Katsuki is eventually. He just wants everyone he cares about to get along.

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marshallpupfan · 7 months

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Just Some Thoughts About the Third Film

As many of you know now, it was official revealed recently that PAW Patrol will get a third theatrical film. It's due to release on 2026, three years from now. Third movie, three years, and a certain spotted pup drives a vehicle with the number three. It just fits, eh?

Okay, maybe that's a stretch. As of right now, we still don't know anything about the third movie, it's plot, or which pup it will focus on. From what I've noticed, most fans are rooting for Marshall, as am I. Despite my complaints in the past, I want this to happen for a specific reason; to put Marshall back in the spotlight again, which I feel is sorely needed after the way the franchise treated him these last few years... ESPECIALLY during season 9. To see the TV series practically treat him like a side character for nearly a whole season was... annoying, to say the least.

Marshall headlining a theatrical film (and a good one, I hope) would surely mark a great turnaround for the pup and hopefully negate all of that. However, despite how much I want to see him be its main character, I must admit, I do have some reservations.

This isn't a rant, but more akin to a fan expressing some thoughts and concerns. This is, however, easily one of my longest posts yet, so if you're curious, click "Keep reading".

Whenever I look back at the first theatrical film, I have mixed feelings about the way Brunker handled Marshall. On the plus side, he had some great rescues, especially when he saved all those people on that subway. And if I have to credit the film for anything, it's that I'm grateful it allowed my favorite spotted pup to actually be a fireman and put out fires. This seems to be carrying on into the sequel, thankfully. Believe it or not, the last time the TV series allowed the pup to put out a dangerous/uncontrolled fire was, no joke, all the way back in season one. Only the theatrical films, and Rubble & Crew, interestingly, seem to let him do this anymore.

While his rescues were really cool, everything else wasn't as good, in my opinion. And one of the biggest reasons I say this has to do with how Brunker handled one particular element; Marshall's clumsiness.

You all know I love that aspect of the spotted pup... but if I had to take a guess, I'm going to assume Brunker does not. The first film only gave us two brief bits of clumsiness, and both were restricted to the first twenty minutes, no less. Furthermore, he wasn't even allowed to have his pre-mission wipeout, which is arguably one of the franchise's most iconic elements. Brunker skipped over it like it was nothing. Granted, we did sorta/kinda get something else in its place, but it was given to Rubble. Sadly, I can't help but believe both of these will be lacking once again in The Mighty Movie (at the time of typing this, I haven't seen it, so I've no idea yet).

It wasn't just the lack of clumsiness, but how it was handled that also left me disappointed. In the TV series, Marshall might get careless while playing a game and trip over his own paws, or he might slip during a moment of haste. It just depends on the situation, how serious he is, among other factors. And yet, it tends to be, for lack of a better word, natural. Marshall was excited to finally find Jake in that dark cave, wasn't watching where he was going, slipped, and he slid all the way down and kept going until he was stopped by a stalagmite and started spinning on top of it. Classic Marshall! If Chase has slipped, he likely would've only slid a little or stopped near Jake, but with Marshall, we always seem to get so much more out of it.

And in truth, his clumsiness isn't always a detriment, but often a moment of humor. It's something we've all come to expect from him over the years. He saves or helps save the day, and we tend to get a laugh or two along the way because... well, that's Marshall!

In the theatrical films, each moment of clumsiness always seems to be specifically *caused* by something. So far, he's been "clumsy" because he was dancing in a moving vehicle, startled by a hologram appearing beneath his paws, and Chase startling him when the shepherd snuck up behind the Dalmatian with his super speed. Cute moments, but with his tumble in the PAW Patroller being a possible exception, none of these felt like natural moments of clumsiness to me. Rather, they're scenes that, arguably, could've made any of the other pups react in a similar way. What if Rocky was the one standing there when the hologram appeared? Wouldn't he have jumped, too? Or, what if Chase startled Zuma instead? Couldn't he have accidentally sprayed someone or something with his water powers?

I guess what I'm getting at is, to me, these didn't feel like genuine clumsy Marshall moments. They felt less "this happened because of Marshall's characteristics" and more "Brunker wanted a funny scene, and any pup might've reacted the same way so it largely didn't matter which one it was". Maybe I'm wrong, but that's just the feeling I get.

Now, compare that to Marshall's appearance in "Rubble & Crew". That episode included his trademark clumsiness at just the right moments, even during the mission. They never restricted it to the first act, but rather, it was seen throughout the whole episode. Even little moments, like when he slipped while climbing into Mix's truck, left me with such a big smile on my face. His clumsiness wasn't caused by something, but rather, it happened naturally and in a way we, the viewers, expect! And these moments really made me appreciate the episode all the more, as I felt the writers took their time to understand Marshall and get him just right. If you ask me, they did a great job!

Going by the first movie alone, I don't get that same impression. Maybe things will be different in The Mighty Movie, but for now, I don't think the director seems to *get* Marshall. He might just see him as the one who "trips a lot" which is why he wrote his clumsy scenes in a way that, to me, didn't feel natural. Instead, they felt forced. Something *caused* Marshall to be clumsy, instead of something happening *because* Marshall is clumsy. There is a big difference, and I'm not sure if Brunker sees this.

And if he doesn't, and he sees Marshall's clumsiness as something that can be turned off as easy as the lights in a room... then I fear we might be in trouble if he directs a film based on the spotted pup. Personally, I don't see Marshall's clumsiness in that way, nor do I believe that was ever the intention. I think it's something the pup simply can't help at times, and it's just a part of him he has to live with. He always gives it his best, but his paws just slip more than the others. It just happens, although it doesn't make him or his actions any less heroic.

And I don't know if Brunker sees it that way. His version of Marshall doesn't trip down the slide, doesn't get a wipeout before the mission, and only acts clumsy when something causes it to happen. Due to being unwilling or uninterested, I don't think Brunker understands Marshall's clumsiness, which in turn makes me think he doesn't understand the pup...

...and to write a whole movie based on a character he might not understand? That... is what has me concerned.

With that said, it's not like Marshall is super complex or anything, so Brunker can certainly take the time to learn more about the pup and how he's like. I just don't know if he will, as he has a tendency to shrug off stuff from the TV series. As he, himself once said, he doesn't treat most of the cartoon as canon to his films. He ignores everything after a certain point in season two, which is why the pups are discovering their Mighty powers for the first time again in his theatrical sequel. Will he try to build off what we know about the character, or will he instead pull something out of thin air again, like he did with Skye and her sudden lack of confidence about her size? Or will he pretend Marshall's clumsiness is the result of something from his past, and like Chase's fears in the first movie, will a pep talk before the finale make it magically go away? Again, I don't know.

Furthermore, I also fear things becoming too stale for film #3. From what little I know so far, it seems like The Mighty Movie, and even Skye's backstory, might share a few too many similarities with the first movie and Chase's own backstory. These films even share similarities with his The Nut Job 2, oddly. Brunker seems to be following a template of sorts, and he's sticking to it like glue. Will Marshall's movie involve more of a corrupt mayor? Will we get more adventures in a city? Will Marshall suffer from a lack of confidence due to a painfully sad backstory, too? If so, I fear people are going to start getting bored. I'd hate to see that happen, especially if Marshall is the focus. The pup has plenty of potential, if Brunker's willing to see it.

It's times like this I really wish I was a somebody in the entertainment industry. I'm not saying this out of arrogance, but I'd like to think I possess a considerable amount of knowledge about Marshall... possibly more than anyone at Spin Master now. To them, he's just a thing in a cartoon that's helping them make money... but to me, he's a character who I've admitted before is my #1 favorite of all time. I know and remember things they've likely forgotten over the last ten years. The character has become special to me and I love him to death, whether that's a good thing or not.

I just wish I could be a consultant to Brunker, should the third or any future theatrical films focus on Marshall. Not to say I'm perfect, but I'd like to think I'd be useful with helping him decide what would and wouldn't work for the character, how the pup might react to certain situations, when and when not to add some [natural] clumsy moments, among other things. I'd even help figure out ways to push the character to help him stand out, especially in-regards to avoiding any similarities between Chase and Skye's stories in the theatrical films thus far. It's wishful thinking, I know. In the grand scheme of things, I'm a nobody, and I'll be the first to admit that. I don't have the slightest chance of this happening. I doubt anyone at Spin master or GURU know I exist... I doubt Brunker knows much of me, either (he might not like this post, so maybe that's a good thing). 😅

All I can do at this point is hope for the best... which I find myself saying a lot nowadays, it seems. If film #3 is about Marshall, I just hope Brunker takes the time to understand the character and get him right. Maybe he, too will start to see why so many of us, both young and old, have fallen in love with this clumsy pup over the years.

As usual, only time will tell.

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"The Bewitched and the Beguiled" Ch. 2: "The Devil Went Down to Vegas"

Summary: After a stressful morning at the airport, one of her old NXT alums helps her through her day before her main roster debut at SummerSlam 34.

Word Count: 5.6k

Warnings: mention of alcohol, swearing, sexual innuendos, cannon wrestling violence, poor writing of a Scottish accent, flirting, spelling errors probably.

A/N: This one was a bit of a monster, but Chapter 2 is done! The reason for such a delay is because I ended up messing around with the order of events and decided to change around some things and move it to the next chapter since this one seemed to be getting a bit long. If you have any feedback, it is much appreciated. Let me know if you want! Just message me or respond on the post itself. If you're feeling like it, you're more than welcome to reblog or repost with credit, but please do not copy without credit. Thank you for the support! <3 I hope yo are all enjoying this series so far. If you want to be added to the tag list, let me know!

-WD

Sneak Peak Ch. 1 Ch. 3 Ch. 4 Ch. 4.5

Las Vegas, Nevada August 21st, 2021

The moment she stepped off the plane, Michelle called her sister. She was supposed to be on the flight with Michelle, but somehow she missed the flight.

Ring...ring...ring...

"Hi! Sorry I missed your call, just leave a messa-"

Click.

"Damn it!" Michelle growled as she rolled her small luggage to baggage claim and dialed again.

Ring...ring...

"Micky I'm so sorry-"

"What. The fuck. Is wrong with you." Michelle's hushed voice was dripping with venom. "I am in Vegas. Where are you?"

"Phil is driving to the airport right now-" Darcy started, panic obvious in her voice as she tried to keep herself and her little sister calm, but Michelle was beyond consoling at this point.

"I knew I should have picked you up this morning, but I thought you were the responsible one of the two of us. I kept calling, and calling and calling. This is the biggest night of my life thus far and you're still in Chicago." Michelle's voice was slowly raising in volume, causing people to turn their heads.

"I'm gonna try to get there as quickly as possible, honey, okay? I went a little too hard last night and I slept through my alarm. It's only a four hour flight, I'm so sorry." Darcy tried to bargain, but she braced herself on the other end for Michelle's wrath.

"Sorry? Oh you're sorry? Yeah, because 'sorry' is gonna magically poof you here in Vegas. We'll be square if you can make it to Vegas before the show. Text me updates on your flight. Goodbye, Darcy."

Click.

Michelle ran a manicured hand through her hair and heaved a sigh as she approached baggage claim. She grabbed her other suitcase and made her way to call an Uber to get to the hotel, but her eyes caught a little sign to her right, which read "MJ :)" in thick red ink.

A smile cracked her exhausted expression as she met eyes with the one of the only people who could possibly ease her worries at this moment.

"Damien...?"

"Hola, hermana." Damien grinned with a heavy pat on her shoulder, which turned into a hug. He looked similar to Michelle, dressed casually in a pair of sweats and a loose tank top. "How was your flight?"

"Awful, Darcy missed her flight." Michelle tried not to sound too disappointed, but Damien's eyebrows flew up and his eyes scanned the airport behind her like this was the first time she noticed she was alone.

"No kidding...huh. I'm sorry, Micky." Damien leaned over her and grabbed the bigger suitcase from her hands, pushed down the handle and grabbed hold of the other handle that was stitched to the bag. "C'mon, I'm parked in a red zone, you'll catch me up in the car."

Michelle couldn't help but laugh a little as the two jogged to Damien's car, haphazardly threw her luggage in the trunk, and drove off.

"I thought no one was supposed to know I was coming." Michelle finally asked, which made Damien chuckle.

"Yeah, well that all got ruined when I accidentally overheard Stephanie and Vince chatting. One thing led to another, I offered to pick you up, they said yes, and now I'm here. I was told not to tell a soul though. Sounds like you're a pretty big deal tonight?" Damien wiggled his eyebrows.

"No pressure." Michelle's sad little chuckle did not go unnoticed by Damien.

"You'll be great, chica! From what I overheard, you're gonna steal the show." Damien reassured her as they pulled onto the freeway.

"Knock on wood." Michelle leaned on the car door and stared at the Vegas strip, which did not look quite as magical in the daylight.

"Hey, the girls will be excited to see you tonight." Damien tried to bring a smile to his friend's face. "Dani, Bella, Rhea..."

Michelle did smile a little at the thought of seeing her girls. She grew up with Dani and Bella in Minneapolis. The three met at a wrestling camp Darcy signed her up for when she was just a little kid, and they were fast friends. Fast forward, now those two are the current women's tag-team champions and Michelle had finally made her way to join them in the big leagues.

Dani's ring name was Ivy Stone, but they tend to shorten her name to Ivy, and she's been nicknamed "The Spitfire" for her spunk she has in and out of the ring. Her in-ring personality was not far off from her actual personality, maybe her real personality had less of a filter. Her big mouth has gotten the three of them into some trouble over the years, for sure. She was strong and was known for her tricks and flips during her matches. She's loud, bodacious, and unapologetically herself, which is what Michelle thinks attracted Damien to her in the first place. They've been dating for about nine months, and from what Michelle can tell, they've been pretty happy.

Annie, whose full first name is Annabelle, goes by Bella Mason, and her character could not be more different in the ring versus outside. Bella has always been on the quiet side, rarely speaking out of turn. Polite, genuine, harmless. In the ring, however, she's a terrifying 5'4 little monster. Fast, nimble, unsuspecting. She was nicknamed "The Bombshell" for her blonde hair at first, but her technique in the ring proved to be more fitting for the nickname.

The three women were in NXT together, and soon enough Michelle met Rhea. Rhea and Michelle bonded quickly and slid into the friend group rather quickly. Dani and Annie often joked that Michelle and Rhea could have been related, since their aesthetics matched well. Both had an overall dark look with dark makeup, and both were fairly intimidating to share a ring with. They both were tall, and had broad shoulders and strong legs, but Michelle was a little smaller than Rhea overall when it came to muscle mass and wingspan.

"I miss them." Michelle smiled at the memories flashing in her head. "Do they have any idea something's happening tonight?"

"Not that I know of." Damien shrugged as he took the exit off the freeway. "You know Dani, she would be all over me if she knew you were coming. Those three have been waiting for Vince to bring you up for months. If she knew, I wouldn't be able to stop her from coming to the airport to pick you up!" Damien laughed, and finally Michelle started laughing, a weight lifting from her chest.

"You're right." Michelle's laugh died down to a chuckle as they pulled into the hotel parking lot. They both got out of the car, grabbed her bags out of the trunk and started walking to the elevators to get into the lobby.

"So how was Rampage last night...? Traitor." Damien teased, shoving her shoulder gently. Michelle's eyes lit up and she shoved him back hard, making Damien howl with laughter as he stumbled. "I was kidding, chica! Relax."

"You better be." Michelle laughed, an honest grin on her face. "It was great! Phil was wonderful, my sister couldn't be prouder, and I got to see Jon, which was nice. Some of the guys recognized me over there, which was surreal, but it definitely was a bit of an ego boost. Of course most of them just knew me as 'Punk's Niece' or 'Darcy's Sister', but they also said that they watched some of my NXT stuff. Weird, huh?"

"You saw Jon?" Damien's voice fell to a whisper, like he was afraid Jon would hear them gossiping all the way in Chicago.

"That's all you got from that?" Michelle shook her head as she pushed the elevator button.

"Well no. Congratulations they saw your work in NXT, congratulations to Punk and your sister, blahblahblahblahblah," Damien's voice moved a million miles a second and his hand moved in a talking motion. "But you saw Jon?"

Ding.

The pair shuffled into the elevator and watched the doors close.

"Yes."

"And?" Damien waited with an expectant face, almost looking offended she didn't give him any more information. "This is the same Jon Moxley you were like, in love with, right? What happened"

"Okay, let's not go that far-" Michelle sighed, regretting bringing his name up, but Damien cut her off almost immediately.

"Oh come on, drop the ice queen act for two seconds, hermana. Don't think I didn't forget that night you got absolutely trashed and spilt your guts to me after that one NXT Takeover in New York." Damien chided, making Michelle groan and roll her eyes. She needed to get out of this elevator.

"Will you stop bringing up that night? I was so embarrassed in the morning." Michelle muttered bitterly.

Ding.

The elevator doors slid open and air conditioning hit Michelle's face. She let out a content sigh.

"What happened?" Damien pressed as the two wrestlers walked to the front desk.

"Not much really. I had to leave fairly quickly after the show to get some rest for my flight. We said hello, shared a drink, swapped numbers." Michelle shrugged. She chatted with the front desk, got her room key, and they both made their way to another elevator.

"That's it? I thought you would have found the closest storage closet and fucked like rabbits." Damien laughed, then winced when Michelle promptly elbowed him in the ribs. "Ow, fuck what was that one for?"

"For being a jerk," Michelle laughed, not being totally serious in her insult. A beat or so passed as they entered the hotel elevator and pressed her room level. She glanced up at Damien and smirked. "but don't put something like that past me."

"I don't. That's why I said it." Damien smirked back and wiggled his eyebrows.

"Don't make me elbow you again." Michelle warned.

"Sorry." Damien chuckled.

The conversation was minimal for the rest of the elevator ride and the walk to Michelle's room. It mostly consisted of more teasing and Damien inviting Michelle out to drinks and clubbing with the rest of the roaster after the show, which Michelle obviously accepted.

"I'm just down the hall. If you need anything, text me. Vince told me to give you strict instructions to not leave your room until this afternoon, I'll give you a drive to the arena and get you to my trailer where you can get ready, and you stay there until your run-in. Got it?"

"Got it." Michelle nodded.

"Awesome. I'll swing by around 11:45? We gotta be there at noon." Damien checked his watch. "So you got about a few hours to just hang out, order some breakfast. I'll see you later."

"Bye, Damien." Michelle waved him off and closed the door.

She heaved a sigh, threw herself onto her bed and moaned. The bed was so soft. She grabbed her phone and set an alarm so she could squeeze in a little nap before the show tonight. She crawled under the covers, shut her eyes and fell asleep almost immediately.

..........................

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEE-

"Fuuuuuuuck..." Michelle groaned, feeling like shit as she awoke from her nap. It was 11:00, and she had a text message from her sister.

"Sis⛓: Hey Micky! I got a ticket for a 2:00 flight, I'll let you know when I land. Keep me updated!"

Michelle released a sigh of relief at the text. She might be cutting it close to her match, but she'll make it in time.

"Hey Darcy, that's great news! Just woke up from a little cat nap, I'm about to get ready to head down to the arena. Damien is here with me, sounds like he's gonna be sneaking me around tonight. Can't wait to see you. ❤️"

She pressed send, threw her phone in front of her, and hopped off the bed to start pulling herself together to leave. She splashed some water on her face, pulled together everything she needed into her smaller carry-on bag and she was pretty much ready to go.

She waited for Damien to knock on her door, he swept her away and they were off to the arena.

"Nervous?" Damien asked as they pulled up to the arena.

"I'll feel better when Darcy's here." Michelle concluded, feeling a little overwhelmed at the size of the Allegiant Stadium.

"I'm glad she got a flight out." Damien smiled as he parked his car next to his trailer. They both got out, Michelle grabbed her suitcase from the trunk and he opened the trailer door. Michelle turned around to look at the stadium again, thinking about how many people were gonna be watching tonight. She started to feel the nerves, but Damien's voice broke her out of her thoughts. "Shake a leg, princess, anyone might see you out here."

"Sorry." Michelle muttered. She turned on her heel and jogged up the few steps that lead into his trailer. Damien turned to leave, but Michelle called after him. "Wait!"

"What?" Damien whispered with wide eyes, glancing around the other parked trailers.

"Can you get me some food from catering?" Michelle asked with a sheepish smile.

"You didn't get room service at the hotel?" Damien's eyebrows raised, slight annoyance obvious on his face.

"I took a nap." Michelle cringed.

"YOU TOOK A-" Damien's voice boomed, but he quickly drew back. He closed his eyes and scowled, trying to calm himself. "You took a nap?"

Michelle shrugged and nodded. Damien pinched the bridge of his nose, took a deep breath through his nose and took a step towards her.

"Do you know how hard it's gonna be to go in there, grab food for the both of us, and not look suspicious?" Damien pointed in the general direction of the arena, his lips in a thin line of irritation.

"I know, I'm sorry. Please? I need some food, the last thing I had was a finger sandwich at the Rampage last night. I'm so hungry." Michelle bit her lip, eyes pleading.

Damien thought for a few moments, jaw clenched and fingers tapping impatiently on his hips. He sighed and wagged a finger in his friend's direction.

"Fine. But!" he pointed at her definitively. "We do it my way."

"Thank you, Damien!" Michelle grinned and gave him a quick hug. "You're amazing."

"You vex me, Grimes..." Damien shook his head and jogged off.

Michelle shut the door with a rattling thud and took a moment to look around the trailer. The first thing that caught her eye were the several photos he had framed on the small dining table.

There was a picture of Damien and Dani the night he one the NXT North American Championship belt. She was in her ring gear, grinning from ear to ear as she looked up at him. He had an arm wrapped around her. He was looking at the camera, holding the title. Even back then, she had a major crush on him, but she would never admit it.

He had another picture of him, Dani, Annie, Matt Riddle, and Michelle. It was a self-timer photo someone had taken on their phone in some hotel room. The group of them were squished shoulder to shoulder on someone's bed. Our chins were placed in the palms of our hands and we were smiling like idiots, we looked like we were taking a cheesy family photo.

The last photo was a picture of Damien, Rhea, and Michelle. She was standing between Damien and Rhea, holding the NXT Women's title. Michelle smiled at the picture, recognizing it as the night she pinned Charlotte Flair to obtain her second title win during her time in NXT. Michelle's makeup was smudged and her hair was a mess, but the smile on Michelle's face was beaming.

She sat down in one of the chairs strewn around the trailer and held onto that memory a little longer, a ghost of a smile on her face.

"So long ago, but it feels like yesterday..." Michelle whispered to herself as she spared a glance at the pictures, and then at the trailer around her. "Look where I am now."

She poked around the trailer a little more, seeing if anything piqued her interest, but she decided to just sit on her phone and scroll through Twitter and occasionally went over her lines for her promo tonight. Soon enough, a knock came knocking at the trailer door. Michelle scrambled to her feet and not very gracefully tripped over a pair of Damien's shoes, but she caught her footing. She tip-toed to the door and cracked it opened to not only see Damien, but Matt.

"Holy shi-"

"No way-"

Matt and Michelle spoke at the same time, both of their faces lighting up. Michelle threw the door open and waved both the boys in, then promptly shut it behind them.

"What's up, MJ?" Matt put down the two plates of food in his hands and hugged the redhead in front of him.

"Just flippin' out, nothin' crazy." Michelle laughed and turned a pointed look of confusion to Damien, who just had a cocky smile on his face.

"This was my way." Damien gestured to Riddle, who just had his signature smile on his face. "I had to tell someone to come eat with me in my trailer, so I didn't look too crazy. I was gonna bring Dani, but she's with hair and make-up right now."

"So you're the big secret, huh?" Matt crossed his arms and looked her up and down. "Y'know, I've heard some rumors that some shady stuff was gonna happen tonight, but I'm so glad it's you."

"I'm happy to be here," Michelle smiled and glanced at the two plates he brought in, piled with food. "What-"

"We didn't know what you wanted so we got you a little of everything." Matt's lopsided grin made Michelle laugh and her chest warmed a little.

"Guys, you're the best, thank you." Michelle picked up the two plates and sat down at the small table to start eating.

The three swapped stories and caught up on anything that came to mind, but time flew by and Michelle let out a noise of surprise when she checked her phone.

"You guys gotta go! I gotta start getting ready, you guys need to get in your gear. Get out!" Michelle jokingly started to shoe them out, causing the group to giggle. "Out with you!"

"Kicking me out of my own trailer, unbelievable." Damien rolled his eyes, but Michelle just scoffed.

"You can have it back later, I need to get ready." Michelle finally got them out the door. "I'm so happy to see you both. Thank you for the food."

"Of course, Micky." Matt gave her a huge smile and a thumbs up. "You're gonna kill it tonight."

"Yeah, come find me after your run-in, hermana." Damien waved goodbye as the two men sauntered off back to the arena.

The next couple of hours were a tornado of hair and makeup. She ended up pulling her hair into a messy updo with some stray hairs pulled over her forehead. She did a dark smokey eye with her signature burgundy lip. She started to dig through her suitcase to change into her custom ring gear when her phone pinged. She picked it up, thinking it was her sister, but it was a text from Jon.

"Mox: Break some legs tonight, kid. Lots of love from home."

She opened the text to see there was a video attached. It was a video from Phil's living room. On the TV was the first SummerSlam match of the night, which was AJ Styles and Omos versus Randy Orton and Matt Riddle. The camera panned to the couch. On the couch was Phil, Matt and Nick Jackson, Eddie Kingston, and Adam Page. They were all waving and sending good wishes. The camera flipped, so Jon was in frame now. Jon made a face that made Michelle laugh through the tears welling up in her eyes.

"You got this kiddo!" Phil smiled through her little phone screen. "I wish I could be there with you."

"Show them how it's done!" Eddie cheered.

"We'll be cheering you on, you got a support system over here, Mickey." Jon gestured to all the men behind him.

"It's about time! Welcome to the big leagues, kid!" Matt whooped.

The video ended, and Michelle got a little choked up but she pushed the tears back down since she just finished her makeup. Her fingers flew across her phone's keyboard to respond.

"You got me tearing up in full hair and makeup. Thank you guys for the support, it warms my heart."

She put her phone down after she hit send and fanned her face to try to stop from looking too blotchy. After a few deep breaths, she went back into her suitcase, grabbed her gear, and changed.

Her new gear was mostly red and black with some white accents. The pants were leather, with the white accents being a latex-y reflective material. On her hips were her initials in big white letters "LG", and on either side of the initials were two big red devil horns. Her top was a black bra with red accents, and her boots were red with black accents.

There was a small full body mirror in the trailer and she was able to get a good look on how it fit. It was snug in the right places and hugged her curves. Her shoulders and back looked good and her abs were toned. She looked good.

A knock at the door startled her, a small noise of surprise escaped her throat.

"What the fuck..." She slowly approached the door and put her hand on the door handle. "Who is it?"

"Special delivery for Lilith Grimes, it's the Sister Special."

Michelle threw the door open and grabbed her sister in a big hug.

"I'm sorry for being so upset this morning-" Michelle started, but Darcy cut her off.

"Bitch!" Darcy laughed and gently shoved her back into the trailer and closed the door. "Don't even try to apologize, I was a jackass for being hungover and not being able to support you throughout today, I'm sorry."

"But-"

"No buts." Darcy shushed her sister, but then gasped. "Holy shit you look HOT. Damn."

Michelle laughed and put her hands on her hips. "I missed you today, I'm so happy you got a flight out."

"Fuck, me too. I was so worried I wasn't gonna get a flight out, but I'm just so happy to be here to support you on your big day. When do you go on?"

"Soon." Michelle sighed. Since there was not TV in the trailer, Michelle had to keep up with the show on her phone, and from what she can tell, Becky Lynch just defeated Bianca Belair. She grabbed one of her NXT hoodies and zipped it up. "I should actually start heading over now, the next few segments are gonna go by fast."

"Oh shit, I was just in time." Darcy laughed as she opened the door.

"Yeah." Michelle laughed and skipped down the steps and jumped onto the asphalt. She stretched and cracked her back and turned to walk side by side with her sister.

Once they were inside the arena walls, Michelle's heart was beating in her ears. Her palms started to sweat and she started to bite the inside of her cheek.

"Y'know what helped me when I got nervous right before I went on?" Darcy nudged Michelle's side gently to get her attention.

"Hm?" Michelle hummed, trying to focus on the sound of their footsteps echoing off the arena walls to calm down.

"I tried to say the alphabet backwards." Darcy grinned.

"You what?" Michelle laughed, confused.

"I would be so concentrated on trying to spell it backwards, I couldn't focus on my nerves. Every time I messed up, I started over." Darcy giggled. "I still do it every now and then, but I've done it so many times now, I know how to say the alphabet backwards now."

"I'll keep that in mind." Michelle nodded as they approached the gorilla position.

It seemed like Nikki, Rhea, and Charlotte had just finished their entrances and the match had just started. Producers and sound technicians spared a couple glances our way, but not much was said before Vince got up from his chair and extended his hand to Michelle, which she firmly shook his hand.

"How's it goin' boss?" Michelle tried to be playful, but as soon as it left her lips, she regretted her words. "Was that too casual? Oh god."

Thankfully, Vince chuckled a little.

"Goin' great, Lilith. You ready? You got the script right? You remember your lines?" Vince's gruff voice was stern. Michelle nodded quickly with a smile.

"Yes sir." Michelle nodded again as she unzipped her hoodie and threw it on an abandoned chair.

"Good. We'll make sure to give you the signal to head out there. Break a leg, kid." Vince put his headset back on and sat back down. "Nice to see you, Darcy."

"Thank you sir." Michelle turned her attention back to the several TV screens broadcasting the show happening 100 feet from her.

"Nice to see you too, Vince." Darcy nodded in her old boss's direction.

The next several minutes were a tense silence, with Michelle silently muttering the alphabet backwards. The silence was broken, however, by a booming, thick Scottish accent.

"Well if it isn't the Dynamo herself!" The two girls turned to see a rather large specimen of a man. He towered over Michelle, and his bicep was the size of her head. He was glistening with sweat and his abs were clenching with every deep breath.

"Drew, hey! Congrats on the win tonight." Darcy casually hugs the giant behind her with a smile.

"Well thank ya, lass." Drew chuckled and shrugged.

"Hey, I want you to meet my sister. I guess it's no use trying to keep it a secret anymore, she's debuting tonight in like five minutes." Darcy patted Michelle on the back, silently urging her to take a step towards Drew. "Drew, this is my sister Michelle."

"Pleasure to meet ya, miss." Drew took a small step forward, took Michelle's hand and kissed the back of it. All the while, his eyes never left hers. Michelle felt a hot blush creeping up her neck, but she played it off as casually as possible

"I've heard so much about you." Michelle had a smile creeping onto her face. She bit her lip for a moment as she took a once over of him quickly. "You've got quite the reputation."

"So do you. I've heard you can get pretty extreme." Drew nodded, his eyes doing wandering of their own before they went back up to her eyes and engaged in conversation once again. "Are the rumors true?"

"More or less." Michelle's smirk grew to a mischievous grin. "Guess you'll have to find out for yourself."

Drew's eyebrows raised at her challenge. He chuckled deeply and nodded.

"She'll fit in just fine." Drew said to Darcy, which she laughed at. "I know you're about to head out there, so I won't keep you. Lovely to see you both."

"See ya, Drew." Darcy waved.

Michelle fluttered her fingers, silently saying goodbye.

Drew took one more look over his shoulder before he disappeared backstage and winked.

"You weren't very subtle." Darcy pointed out under her breath.

"I wasn't trying to be." Michelle shrugged with a smirk.

"You haven't even been officially assigned to a brand yet and you're already flirting with your coworkers? Michelle." Darcy scolded.

"Don't judge me!" Michelle whispered. "I haven't gotten laid in a minute, and he looks even better than he does on TV."

"You're gonna get yourself into some deep trouble, Micky." Darcy warned. "If that's what you want, you're playing with fire."

"Trouble always seems to find me anyway, Darcy." Michelle pointed out, which made Darcy chuckle.

"Lilith," a guy with a headset taps Michelle on the shoulder. "Charlotte just got the pin. You're cue is in 10, 9-"

"Holy shit." Michelle jumped in place and started walking to the staircase that led up to her entrance.

For a few moments in that dark hall, the only thing Michelle could see was the light coming in from her entrance into the arena, and the only thing she could hear was the cheers from the crowd. Then just for a moment, all she heard was her heartbeat, like it was about to burst from her chest. And then, her music hit.

The heavy guitar strums from the beginning of "Ride with the Devil" by Motley Crue echoed through the arena.

The crowd went nuts. Lilith came around the corner and was momentarily blinded by the spotlights, but the adrenaline pumping through her kept her laser focused on that ring at the end of the ramp. Her focus was on Charlotte, who went from triumphantly holding the title above her head to dropping it at her side.

Lilith bounced from foot to foot and then began a dead sprint towards the ring, high-fiving a few fans at the barricade on the way.

"I can't believe it!" Jimmy Smith exclaimed from the announce table. "It's Lilith Grimes from NXT!"

"What the heck is she doing here?" Byron Saxton was on his feet and his hands were on top of his head.

"Here she comes! The Moxie of NXT has made her way to the WWE Stage."

Lilith dived head first and slid under the bottom rope, and pushed herself up to a kneeling position about two feet away from Charlotte, still maintaining intense eye contact. She got to her feet and took a step forward, her aura dripping confidence.

The crowd was still going ballistic. Nikki was in the corner of the ring, mouth hanging open. Lilith was able to catch Rhea out of the corner of her eye. She was favoring one of her knees, but the look on her face was priceless.

"What the hell are you doing here." Charlotte sneered at Lilith.

"Aww, you still hate me?" Lilith's face morphed to faux sympathy. "Glad to know some things don't change."

Lilith started circling Charlotte, looking her up and down, then locking her eyes on that title belt.

"You didn't answer my question." Charlotte whipped around to be almost toe to toe with Lilith.

Lilith licked her lips, trying to intimidate her opponent. She caught a glimpse of the Jumbotron, the camera was focused on trying to catch a glimpse of the heated words being passed between the two wrestlers in the ring.

"I'm here for your title, bitch." Lilith spit out slowly. As soon as the last word left her lips, Lilith attempted to grab the title out of Charlotte's hand, but Charlotte was quicker.

Charlotte took a couple steps back, spun around and was gonna try to hit Lilith with an elbow to the jaw, but Lilith duck out of the way just in time. Lilith blew a low whistle and her eyes went wide.

"Woah, calm down." Lilith's voice was dripping in condescension, which only angered Charlotte more. She bounced her body off the ropes, ran full speed at Lilith and reeled back a punch.

Lilith quickly rolled out of the ring and threw her hands up, motioning "wait".

"Is this what you want?" Charlotte shouted, holding the title up. The crowd roared, waiting for Lilith's response. "Come back in here and get it then, bitch."

Lilith shook her head, jumped up to the apron and slugged Charlotte with her forearm, knocking the newly crowned champ back. Lilith bent down, jumped over the top rope and clotheslined Charlotte onto her back, dazed.

Lilith rolled out of the ring, and made a grabbing motion in the direction of Jimmy Smith.

"Mic, please." Lilith's tone was biting. Jimmy quickly handed her a mic. She tapped it a few times before she started speaking into it. "Charlotte! Long time, no see, huh?"

Charlotte started to get back to her feet as Lilith got back onto the apron and bent at the hips to enter the ring over the second rope.

"Thought you saw the last of me?" Lilith challenged as she became eye to eye again with the champ. "Think again. I'm back, and I'm back with a vengeance."

Charlotte nabbed the mic out of my hand with an aggravated look on her face.

"What do you want." Charlotte's voice was dangerously low.

Lilith laughed and swiped the mic back with a little more force.

"I'm here to take another one of those from you, since I had so much fun taking it from you last time." Lilith pointed at the RAW Woman's title that Charlotte had just won.

Charlotte gripped the title a little tighter and shook her head. She grabbed the title and launched herself at her opponent, using the belt to bludgeon Lilith to the ground. After taking a few hits, Lilith was able to kick out from Charlotte's straddle and escaped to a corner of the ring. Charlotte dropped the title and charged at Lilith, who at the last possible moment ducked to the right. Charlotte followed her, but quickly regretted it as Lilith bounced off the ropes and leaped into what could have been a hurricanrana turned into an octopus submission hold.

"Tap, and I won't dislocate your shoulder." Lilith spoke through her teeth, her voice was venomous.

After a few moments, Charlotte tapped. Lilith held the hold for a few extra seconds, then released Charlotte where she collapsed on the mat.

She took a couple breaths, grabbed ahold of the title that was tossed aside earlier. The crowd erupted into cheers. She examined the title, smiled, and tossed it onto Charlotte's body on the floor. Her music started to play as she rolled out of the ring. She made eye contact with Rhea, sent her a cheeky wink and mouthed "We'll talk later". Rhea nodded with an amused look on her face.

Lilith marched her way up the ramp, cracked her neck, and walked backstage with a smile.

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Wish I could consume stories with the little amount of media literacy of the man that just came up on my fyp claiming that Mikes entire character arc is a about his love for El, that Byler is Will’s arc only and not Mike’s and that if they killed El off they’d throw away Mike’s character arc like sir none of that is remotely correct??? I swear these people watch this show with the biggest ship goggles on known to man because viewing all three characters and their arcs separately they’d see that Mike’s arc along with Will and El’s (and most of the main cast actually) are all about self identity to some extent. Not to mention the fact the entire story starts because of Mike’s determination to find Will which is spurred on by his love for him (platonic or romantic but love regardless) Its so annoying how people can’t look into the characters arcs on their own because once you do that you notice that a lot of Mike’s arc focuses on him repressing parts of himself to conform to what he thinks certain people want to see from him and he only lets these parts out when he’s with Will. Like you don’t even need to be a Byler to see Mike’s character is not solely about El it just takes having a brain and watching the show Jesus Christ.

I know exactly who you're talking about, I used to like his videos but after that one I had to unfollow because if you can't even understand the basics of the characters I don't see the value in following what you're saying about the show tbh

also if Mike's arc was only about his love for Eleven it should be completed now??? before season 5??? one of the main characters??? lmao

stranger things would have the most awfully written arc I've ever seen in a show I think...it wouldn't make any sense

and they wrote the Mothman relationship in a way that you literally can't save...

like I'm not even saying this because I ship byler I'm saying this objectively because they spent all the seasons just separating them and they never have good conversations that make you want to ship them because you are shown that they love each other.... unlike byler that has all of that!!!!

like I didn't start stranger things thinking it would have queer characters or queer relationships because I followed since 2016 and it was just a show about kids at the time so I didn't ship byler in s3 but I still heavily disliked how they handled Mike and El (because at the time I didn't understood why they were doing that to them)

I thought they were making them unlikable as a couple in s3 and I was right, they were making them unlikable because they are not compatible!!!!

also holy shit Will's arc is about accepting himself YES but it is also about believing that he's worthy to be loved too!

they made him say "I'm not gonna fall in love" in season 3 for this exact reason.... because he was already in love with Mike but what he meant with that was "I'm never going to be in a relationship because I'm gay"... they are setting up a surprise for him in season 5!

He believes that Mike already rejected him in the fight in s3 and now with the van speech and seeing Mike say ily to Eleven... 3 times!!!!

he doesn't think he has ANY chance with Mike... how do people think that this will just be resolved with Mike saying "sorry buddy but I love you only as a friend! "

that would be just awful storytelling and it wouldn't make any sense!

also they left open the lie about the painting

at the end of the season Mike and El literally don't talk to each other on screen.... after a freaking love monologue??? she didn't respond to him, they didn't even talk about their fight... like... cmon!!!!

HELLOOOO?!?!?! WHAT ARE WE EVEN TALKING ABOUT?????

either byler is canon (and it is) or the stranger things writers are on HEAVY drugs

#byler #will byers #mike wheeler #ask

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A SUDDEN CHANGE IN HISTORY (RACING SONA INTRODUCTION)

Hi guys!! little silent but I'm SO excited! Me and my fave person @niku30 decided to watch Gran Turismo in London as a sudden movie to watch. I personally am the biggest car freak so I was so excited to go and see it together. Its even a game I used to play on the PSP as it was my first game on the console and adored it since. Not realizing they made such a stunning movie! It inspired me to write a new OC that I'm extremely excited about to show. PLEASE NOTE, I'M SO RUSTY WITH WRITING BUT I WAS SO EXCITED TO GET TO THIS!!! I'll post more soon but I'm so insanely inspired! I cannot wait to write for Niku's OC too once that sets sail! Thank you guys for reading!

It was another big day in the racing world. Mccoy was close to becoming a challenger for the so called 'head' or 'leader' of the racing world, standing number one after a big event that everyone knows about. "I'm going to kick his ass, everyone's. They dont know whats coming for them." Vernon said as he was all over himself. "You got this. Previous races you've been close, but you need to win this in order to be chosen to get in the higher rac-" Vernon's trainer said, noticing an immediate displeased look from Vernon. "You dont think I know that? I've been FIGHTING FOR THIS, Dont look at me as if I'm stupid-" "NO of course not Mccoy- I'm aware that you're aware". A whole group was all around Vernon as he really thought he was ontop of this world. Sure, its good to be confident in this type of work.. But Vernon was a spoiled bastard and known to receive constant compliments.. Having had the luck of his father being in the same business, so rolling into it made it quite easier having a known family member in the game..

While in the shadows, a slighty younger man watched the whole finesse take place, passing him without even seeing him. With crossed arms he kept his distance while the energies everywhere were immense. It was a weird world. Within a glimse of an eye, accidents could happen. You could become rich.. You could be known by the world for a skill. Sometimes luck was in the game, more than might want to admit. But while all those dangers were there and risks to take, the itch to drive.. was beyond irresistible. No one knew him like they knew Vernon. But his mother, his mother knew he was well raised enough to be a racer like Vernon was.. It was just a complicated world to begin with. Everyone hated you, no one was supportive until the dollar signs popped up.. and of course, a whole setup required alot of connections. Cayden on that hand, wasnt so lucky like vernon was. The only reason Cayden was along Vernon's group, was because of his mom's connections..

Cayden's world had always something to do with the drivers.. the races, but he never got the support he possibly needed in order to get into the big game. But that didnt stop him at all to try and get close to it. When Cayden wasn't born yet, his mom got in contact with one of the most known racers back in the day, not even having a clue on what that world was like, but the two just clicked and the rest was history.. Eventually having Cayden being brought into the world, the parents noticed Cayden's interest towards that world rather fast. Though in early stages of his growth, the relationship didnt stand for long after that as much as they tried, leaving Cayden and his mom on their own. Luckily, the father left behind some of his stuff as support, having noticed Cayden had a gift.. When it came to things in that direction. A daredevil.. Someone who wouldnt stand back for a second. He'd drive down on bicycles. Fall down hard but stand up like it was nothing, and make it more extreme along the way to challenge himself to get better.. See how far he could go. Rather fast, he'd pick up on how to handle anything in the direction of cars, how to push them. Go as far as it could go before it would be beyond repair. Find the limits, and cross them. Once Cayden arrived in his teenage era, he would go in the nights, working on a car that was far more powerful than it seemed, and drive along long highways he knew were pretty much empty at those hours. His mom figured out eventually, and sometimes worried, but deep inside she knew, he had it in him. There was something that no matter what you'd do, he'd find a way. So why should she try and stop him..

Over the time, when Cayden finally grew older, the two stayed around in the racing world due to connections, and his mom got in contact with another racer, that eventually turned more serious. Cayden was hesitant, liking to just be together with just his mom, but he too wished happiness for her, as the first break up hurt her quite alot.. Cayden however didnt realize that this new boyfriend of his mom turned out to be the head racer of the known mccoy family, Carlo, who has a son.. Vernon. Lets say that.. As Vernon and Cayden became brothers due to their parents becoming a serious couple and got married, the brothers on the other hand did not match at all. Cayden himself was someone who would never turn back from the biggest challenge and was a rough and real man (that was, what he thought of himself comparing to vernon).. While Vernon was a spoiled brat, who rolled into the world with luck of his family and bought his way into it. Cayden wanted so desperately to have a chance to race himself, and as he had moved in along the more luxurious life of Vernon and his dad after the family offered cayden and his mom a safe place to stay that was very much safe.. Cayden did misbehave at times. The mccoy family had a complete training circuit in the back of their garden, where every equipment possible was there. Cayden would sometimes sneak in there to either upgrade his own car, or take some of the cars they had to drive in the middle of the night, test his skills. While the father wasnt too approving of the rather reckless behavior, Vernon especially got beef with Cayden because of it. His mom managed to soften the rather strong reactions from the mccoy family, excusing him on behalf of her.. But as much as Carlo loved her, he did have troubles with the reckless behavior, despite he may or may not had a gift for driving. They tried to keep it rather low on the radar, but Vernon wanted to grab any moment to bring it up or bring Cayden especially down, making their connection rather difficult.

Cayden and his mom went along every race for the last few seasons. They did make sure not to put Vernon and Cayden in the same hotel rooms, as the spoiled brat would throw a complete tantrum if they did. It was hard to get used to, but seeing his mom so happy.. Made up for going through all the trouble. But his own tendencies of wanting to do things that werent allowed never slowed down. He was the worst daredevil.. and he hasnt gotten his chance yet to show his true potential but he wanted to, and would eventually. He wanted to kick Vernon's ass for continously slowing him down or make sure he got belitted. 'Behave okay, for me?' his mom said before the next race they were heading to.. Having promised to behave this once, as he stayed in the shadows and didnt interfere, which was a first this time, but man.. How badly he wanted to make that spoiled little shit trip.

"I'll be upstairs.. You're sure you want to stay here?" Cayden's mom, alissa, asked as Cayden nodded. "Yeah.. I dont like to be among carlo's group." "Thats okay, I know its still a journey for you, but i'm thankful you come along, just, come up whenever, you have the badge right?" alissa said as she pointed at the vip card she was wearing herself. Cayden just nodded, as she softly rubbed over his shoulder before leaving. Cayden just watched Vernon get ready for the race, as luckily some of Vernon's pitstop.. actually did like Cayden. They sometimes were tired of Vernon's behavior as much as Cayden was.. "Seems you guys are good on schedule. Hows the baby doing?" Cayden said as he smirked, making Trent, one of the pitstop guys, laugh. "So far he got his bottle. Seems to shut up when you just keep nodding, everything is ready though" "I know that feel." Cayden said as he looked at trent. Seeing he excused himself to get Vernon to the starting line. But that was just the beginning of today.

After that, the race started, starting pretty fine.. Cayden was just watching along the pitcrew, eventually noticing a rather annoying racer, tailgate Vernon, making him dunk firmly on the side against concrete as Vernon started cursing. But Vernon wasnt alone, right behind him, more collissions started to occur, giving a blockage. "VERNON. You're close to the pitstop, does the car still work-" "IS THAT YOUR BIGGEST CONCERN RIGHT NOW?! I MIGHT'VE BROKEN A GODDAMN BONE-" "Listen to me. People are catching up on you. you need to quickly drive here if it works or else we'll end up in-" "SHUT THE FUCK UP" Vernon said as Trent took out his earbuds as he glared.. Cayden noticed the tense behavior from all of them.. Looking at the screens as they notice the car finally did move towards them. After some minutes, Vernon managed to get the car to the pitstop, whining like a little child as he slammed on the inside of his door to get someone to open it. Due to his rather heavily response of having something broken, the whole team expected him to be in agonizing pain, as he did hold his arm, but now the biggest stress started to pile up. Was he still able to drive.. or would they loose their title. "We cant- OUCH. GENTLE- I think I BROKE MY ARM" Vernon yelled, glaring at all the help he was about to receive.. Trent however, became more serious. "Check him quick. We're falling behind from place 5th to 12th already. There's still a security car upfront.. But once thats gone we will loose any chance on restoring this mistake. Werent you so keen on bringing the title home for your dad?" Trent said as Vernon glared while telling the crew to make sure the car got its tires, got the fuel and got checked if it was safe to drive, which it did. "You're calling me a liar.. I'VE BROKEN SOMETHING. The other one should be SUED, get my laywer immediately" Vernon said with his big mouth, making Trent glare, but Cayden... Oh he was becoming furious. His reckless behavior was about to snap. "We either take this on, and you get back in that goddamn car, or it'll be over. Sueing them or whatever you want to do has to be done afterwards. Now, we NEED to get this car on the road" Trent said angry.. Making Cayden eventually step in. "you're so scared of loosing your name? Why arent you sitting back and take it like an ACTUAL man. You have no broken bone. You wouldnt be able to move it" Cayden said as Vernon was on terror mode at this rate. "you have NO right to talk to me. You're no MCCOY. You're nothing but a fucking parasite. You better stay back or i'll make sure my dad kicks you out for GOOD" Vernon said as he still held his other arm, but one of the nurses did agree it shouldnt be broken.. Maybe a big bruise at most.

The way Cayden heard Vernon speak, was his final straw.. He couldnt goddamn care what he was going to do. He knew Carlo found this competition very important.. But he wanted to prove them wrong on the view they had on himself. Without much of a hesitation, he ran into Vernon's studio, grabbed one of the suits that didnt have the damn logo of the mccoys on there out of pure spite, putted it on with godspeed, grabbed the helmet and decided to walk up to the car and jumped into it without anyone stopping him. It almost seemed now for the news that Vernon had gotten himself back into the game, but as Trent noticed what seemed to be Cayden jumping into that car, and seeing that thing HAD to leave now in order to even get a chance to regain themselves for the mccoys.. Knowing whatever he had to argue with Vernon would be a lost cause.. He just went with it, possibly doing the most illegal thing possible. "Kill them. GO" Trent said as he closed the damn window and gave the 'go'. Within seconds the car drove off.. As Vernon turned to the sound. "Wait. WHO-" He yelled as he ran to the edge, seeing his car dissapear.. For trent realized what was happening, Cayden decided to just go for it. "son of a bitch".. He whispered with a smirk.. Knowing in the dark that reckless youngster had been doing things, but this.. This was the biggest dare he could've pulled, and trent couldnt wait to see how he'd do.

Vernon started to scream, taking the microphone off of trent's workers, trying to make whoever got into his car turn. "WHO DID TAKE MY CAR-" Vernon said as he saw the smirk on Trent's face.. Knowing enough. "GET THAT FUCKING BETRAYER OUT OF MY CAR-" "Sorry Vernon.. He might be the best you got for that 'broken' arm of yours" Trent said as Vernon looked as deadly as possible. "You better wish you have a nice backup for your life.. Because you'll get fired. I'll make sure of that" Vernon said as Trent scoffed. "I'd like to see you try" Trent said as the choice that Cayden made, made him finally show his true colors on how dissaproving he was on the behavior of Vernon as well, despite he knew it would risk his job.

Meanwhile, most assumed that Vernon was the one back in his own car.. The commentators of the whole race were continuing to speak again "Alright- many are still on our repair tracks but will you LOOK at that! It seems Mccoy has picked up faster than we assumed" "Thats great to know Gordon because it was right on time.. Our track is cleared and the race is BACK in the game. Now its awaiting who WILL take that title" both men were talking as Cayden realized what he was doing as well.. Stretching his hands on the wheel before he breathed out. "This shouldnt be too complex.. Lets go" the man smirked before he saw the signs that he could give full speed, having a determined face as he was finally on the tracks he's been wanting to be for YEARS. "and they're OFF." One of the commentators was saying as Vernon in the meantime tried to get through their center, to reveal he was infact not in his car, and trying to get Cayden in jail for whatever activity he was pulling.. That was how extra vernon was. "HE DOESNT EVEN HAVE A TRUE LICENSE- GET HIM BACK NOW" Vernon yelled at his crew as they all moreso watched the screens.. All being in a quite disbelief that Vernon's car was already bumped up from 12th place to 5th within the few seconds he was driving.. "for not having a license, he's getting the hang of this better than most in the back" Trent said as he was in awe. Each turn and speed control was far more advanced than trent had expected. He knew Cayden went places and had a very daring energy.. But this.. This was baffling to see. "IS ANYONE EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Vernon said as he went to the area his dad and team were sitting.. Trying to call the commentators on trying to stop Cayden or at least get him expelled to never drive again. He got more and more furious to notice he was GOOD. More than just good. Not to mention that Cayden out of precaution deactivated the microphone so no one could yell at him or try and stop this. Meaning as well that this man had no help when driving, making this whole activity extremely dangerous. He couldnt be warned or put through any tips or hints that could potentially save him should it come to it. This was his own choice.. And the most crazy for sure.

Cayden smirked as he was as focused as one could think, noticing the previous driver that tailgated Vernon and make him slam into the side, tried to stop Cayden as well.. Not knowing he wasnt Vernon. With just a low laugh, he managed to dodge the several attempts before passing him wirh speed and pressing firmly on the gas pedal, as if it was his second nature.. making everyone stare more at all the screens that showed all around the area. Eventually, Vernon got contact with the commentators "Hello this is Michael and gordon speaking, you do realize we're in the midst of this race?-" "SOME BLOODY ASSHOLE TOOK MY CAR AND IS ON THE TRACKS RIGHT NOW. YOU NEED TO STOP HIM" Vernon said as both commentators became silent. "Wh- Who is this?" "Its VERNON MCCOY YOU- GET THIS MAN OUT OF MY CAR". The whole group handling the audience, hearing the news all frowned.. Who was in the damn car that was slowly getting closer to the front.. "Who is... In your car then Vernon?" "HE'S MY- TECHNICALLY NOT BLOOD RELATED BUT HE's my- WHATEVER. his name is CAYDEN CRUZE. Make that name be heard so he can be expelled, removed, and taken from any possible race EVER" Vernon said as he wanted to break the phone at this rate, making Alissa, who sat with carlo in the same room.. Overhear some of the people who handle everything.. That there was a sudden. Change in racing.

"Well guys, I just got told the one driving Vernon mccoy's car isnt our usual driver. The racer just called us personally, from his pitstop" Michael said as the whole audience started to make noise. "then who is this secret masked racer driving the vehicle Michael?" Gordon asked as everyone got curious. Carlo and Alissa were just minding their business, as Carlo's immediate reaction was turn to Alissa.. with worry. "well whoever he is, he can drive. To make it all the more interesting for everyone, we even got the confirmation this secret driver does NOT have his license yet." Michael said as Gordon laughed. "illegal or not Michael, this might be the first time I dare say I like to see where this is heading" Gordon said strong, as everyone got cheerful almost, seeing how well Cayden was doing. Meantime, Cayden was getting closer to the front, having upmost control as he sat as steady as one could think, feeling alive... "Common.. You have your first and perhaps final chance. Make it count" Cayden was whispering, noticing no one stopping him yet, so he gave his best.. "I cant believe my eyes Gordon.. But, is our secret driver coming close to the first place" "I believe you're right Michael. He's like a phantom driver, maybe the most fearless I've seen in a while, and unstoppable at it too." Gordon said as he followed up. "He's going at full speed, with incredible precision and no fear. I see no single hesitation, is he going to make it? A rookie, with no license, managing to become 1st in this qualification of these professionals?" The commentators said as the whole crowd started to go crazy, seeing how vernon's car was getting closer to first place.. Doing the impossible. The mccoy team was hoping to perhaps make it to 5th at least.. But cayden, took it a next level. Something the world has never seen so far. "FINAL ROUND, and he's catching up on the one in front row, I cant BELIEVE IT" The commentators couldnt stop yelling about cayden, making the whole audience go mad. Alissa, who was in absolute disbelief, having heard via via its his own son, watching every step as Carlo himself was silent.. Having to realize he was so impressed by this guy, having underestimated him far too much. Cayden became a new phenomon already, and the race wasnt even over. It wasnt even his own car. This rookie.. Was making history.. But he had a feel that despite many were amazed, he was doing the most illegal things right now, possibly having to pay for them later, but this opportunity was something he couldnt let go off. Even to see Vernon's mad face was enough to make his day.

"Come on.. Lets dance" Cayden said as he started crawling close to the one on first place, feeling the car's engine was getting close to its limits, but it didnt stop him.. He proved to himself he can feel if he gets too far.. The final stretch was getting closer and closer.. The whole audience was going mad, cheering for this unknown racer on one of the most difficult courses there were. To beat those that wanted to qualify for the big guys, and them getting wrecked by a new racer who had never shown its face yet... Just the thought of that was crazy right? A new legend to test the grounds, and possibly spice older racer's their life, to challenge them again, throw things alive. Everything Cayden was doing was right above the edge of safe.. This man would push anything that he could. "Is he going to do it?" alissa said as she stepped closer to the screens, seeing the car getting right next to the one on first place, as the engine of vernon's car was getting roasted.. But it still held on, which seemed impossible. "A little more.." Cayden whispered as he went as fast as he could, almost flying as he felt the car about to spike above what it could take, but he figured.. This might be his only shot before getting removed from the races for good, so why not take what he has now.. Just that extra bit of fearless energy managed to get him right upfront.. In the final lap. "I cant believe it. He's ahead.. HE'S GOING TO MAKE IT. I CANT BELIEVE MY EYES" The commentators kept yelling as the noise of vernon's care echoed over the whole course.. Before he actually made it as number one on the race.. Vernon's entire crew started to jump, yell on the fact they were number 1 for once. Making the whole entire audience jump out of their chairs as Alissa was silent.. Turning to Carlo.. "I knew he had.. a feel for this but.. I never expected him to pull something like this. I'm sorry Carlo. I didnt know he'd.." Alissa said as Carlo raised his head, but had the sweetest expression. "I underestimated him, thats my mistake for not looking past his possible opportunities than him stealing our cars every now and then 'innocently'.. but you must realize my love, he did just cross about 10 rules that are unacceptable.. There's no way he can be considered to continue in this world if you start like this" Carlo said as Alissa nodded slowly, receiving a kiss on her hand before Carlo decided to go down.. and see how this could escalate.

Cayden smirked as he noticed he actually kicked everyone's butt, but after coming back to the cockpit, he realized that there were some things waiting for him. At least he made a print. Trent walkes up to the car that smelled burned almost.. Seeing a bit of smoke of the heat of the car and seeing the damage on the wheels.. and yet, the car maintained to be fine. He had the senses for it, trent thought, as he opened the window to let Cayden out. "Not bad kid.. You hid alot of this away huh. I knew you had some type of feel but.. this?..." Trent said as he softly shook his hand, before Cayden heard some aggresive stomping his way as most people clapped at first.. "YOU ALL BETTER FUCKING STOP YOUR CHEERING." Vernon said as Cayden was ready to fight. "you wanted to save your family's name? Here is the one time I actually helped you. I FIXED IT" Cayden said reckless as he knew he put gasoline into the fire. "NO you didnt help me. you didnt fucking fix it. You wanted to take a piss on me and my whole fucking family. MY CAR IS ROASTED. Do you have ANY IDEA HOW MANY RULES YOU BROKE? YOU'LL BE DISQUALIFIED ANYHOW BECAUSE YOU WENT WITH MY CAR. MY CREW. YOU DONT BELONG HERE. YOU'RE SO DEAD CRUZE" Vernon said as he wanted to start a fight, grabbing Cayden at his clothing as some of his pitcrew pulled them apart immediately.

"ENOUGH."

The silence was heard when Carlo called it once.. Creating tension in the room as he made sure everyone stepped back. "Cayden. Follow me" Carlo said as Cayden frowned.. Showing no fear again.. But Vernon was just smirking wide to assume he'd get the worst possible.. "Just get inside, answer all questions. Be honest." Carlo said threatening in his own way, making Cayden frown as he entered the room.. Seeing many interviewers, but specificially a big investor he recognized from several racers, but only the best.. "So this.. Is our phantom driver?" the head person of the group said as Cayden nodded "Yes sir".

"Whats your name?" He asked as the tension was spiking.. "The name's Cayden Cruze". "Alright Cayden.. From what I've heard, you're a rather new driver. You've possibly heard of the various rules you've crossed illegally, in order to do what you just managed to do" "I'm aware.." "And you still stand by it. If you had a chance like that again, with its risks, would you do it?" "I would. I still stand by it.."

"Well good news Cruze, you might be thrown out of a group you've never been with.. Or registrated, so.. You might wanna look at your own" The man said as Cayden showed a slight surprised look.. "Our head racer.. Is getting close to retirement, and we like supporting the more exceptional. and since you're placed on number 1 and made history, despite it might not be set in stone, getting you that license wont be too much of a problem" The man said as Cayden needed some time to process. "Dont get me wrong, but.. So far, everyone in my surroundings, made aware that due my actions, i cant possibly get a chance to ever return on these grounds". "Maybe never on these grounds again but from seeing your stance, your energy.. That wouldnt stop you.. you'll have to start on your own, from scratch, and we want you. We think you'll become a danger to the professionals, and its exactly what we hoped to find. We just didnt know what exactly" the man said as Cayden felt more strong in his shoes. Finally, he got a righteous response.. No longer having to be in the shadows either. His reckless behavior got him where he wanted to be.. "so, what do you say Cruze?"

"I'm all in".

Within minutes, it was the biggest hit on the news for everyone to see.. Becoming a worldwide phenominon.. Cayden cruze shall soon hit the real grounds, driving among those that were known for years, challenging those... Who knows what might occur or happen..

#CAYDEN CRUZE #niku30 #emmacreatures #RACING OC #GRAN TURISMO INSPO #SHIP SOON #HELP IM SO EXCITED

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tripably · 1 year

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Yesterday I reorganized my house plants in a way that made me really happy

Like I'm So Proud

But also So Disappointed because it's not like literally anyone will ever notice :-D I had to physically drag my partner around our living room and dining area to quiz him about what used to be where and where is it now and what has changed pots and why these changes have been excellent etc. He did good but it's like with all compliments - it doesn't quite feel the same if you have to ask for it.

So let me give you* a litte tour because I really want to talk about this some more 🥰

Now here we have most of my Pothos collection. The pale one on the far right, 'Lemon Lime' or something, used to be next to our tv and most probably didn't get enough light there, but definitely was always in the way when doing laundry. I don't have the energy to explain it in detail but we need to hang our washed clothes to dry next to our tv and though the pothos looked really pretty there it was unpractical as all hell. It's also not at the prettiest health of its life but I mean it was only just moved here, so it's not really set yet. Anyway I love that it has darker green at the edges of some leaves but is mostly a neon colour. Really pretty 🥰

The one in the middle is not doing well. It never has. I'd like to say that I don't know why but I've been neglecting it its whole life so that's probably why :-D I think it's an Epipremnum pinnatum so not a golden pothos but it's in the same family and I think of it as one anyway. It keep growing leggy stems with no leaves, and I keep cutting them off. Once I've got back to watering it appropriately, and if it still keeps doing that, I'll have to figure out the real root cause. For now, I'll try to just give it more love.

The one on top right is really pretty on the other side but I'd like it to be pretty on all sides so it was high time to turn it around to encourage more balanced growth. I'm pretty sure it's a 'Pearls and Jade'. It's a really good girl.

The one on bottom left is, to the best of my knowledge, a 'Manjula'. It's doing surprisingly well considering it also has been neglected nearly all of it's life. Perhaps I gave it good enough care in the beginning, or perhaps it has developed Stockholm syndrome. Good for him, I guess. Yes it's s he. No, I couldn't say why.

This one is a sweetheart, a 'Marble Queen'. It used to be next to my pc and got neglected severely in a really bright spot, so it lost nearly all of its leaves near the bottom of the pot. As of yesterday, it is now the first and only pothos I have that is encouraged to grow the way all vines are supposed to - upwards along a "tree trunk". We'll see what happens. She's a beauty on a good day. Don't tell the others but it's a bit of a favourite. I hope I handled it with enough care and didn't damage it when wrapping around the pole. I want to take cuttings of it to make sure it survives but I also don't want to do too much at once, so I'll have to do my best to stay patient and hopeful.

These are a bit of an odd bunch. The emerald palm (also known as zz plant) is one of my biggest successes in the sense that it can barely fit anywhere because it just keeps on growing. It's so pretty. I love it.

The cathedral cactus was a gift from an ex-colleague of mine as a cutting, and is prized for that reason specifically. I'm not the biggest fan of where it is right now, but the emerald palm is making my life difficult and my house just isn't big enough. Anyway, I love the purplish hue on the plant <3

Then in the corner we have my experimental greenhouse/closed environment. On top of the jar we have a common orchid, the substrate of which is made of bark and some green moss from my backyard. Inside the jar we have some more moss from my backyard, and the plant in there is a silver vine. It is thriving!! The orchid "bowl" on top is a new addition though, we'll see what happens from now on. The bottom of the bowl has holes so i'm thinking that while the silver vine transpires moisture through its leaves, it will help the orchid to have just enough water in the substrate to keep growing and staying alive without the risk of overwatering. But that the bowl and the orchid still work as a kind of a lid, meaning that most of the water will stay in the system, keeping humidity high and the silver vine thriving. And then every once in a while I'll need to add more water into the system, and I can do it just by watering the orchid from on top. As said, we'll see what happens. Side note: this is the longest-surviving orchid I've ever had; usually they flower for a while and then slowly start dying on me due to a mix of overwatering and neglect. This one has been in my care for months and is still alive. A modern day miracle, really.

Now this dracaena I got as a stem cutting at school in like 2019 or something. It used to be where the 'Marble Queen' is now, but it had definitely outgrown the spot. It's an easy one to keep alive.

Behind it we have two more pothos. The first one, I think, is another 'Pearls and Jade', so severely neglected that it probably won't survive. I honestly completely forgot about it, as it was buried behind a pile of books on my pc table. Next to it we have a plain but beautiful 'Jade'. I got a cutting of it from my grandma in like 2017. It's been with me through quite a few periods of neglect and pests and general shit, surviving mostly because I've had the foresight to take cuttings in time 😅 It is my most prized house plant and more important than many of my other possessions. All my friends have received potted cuttings of it as housewarming gifts, so I should be fairly safe in terms of keeping it alive one way or another. Decentralized investment or some shit.

Now here we have five saint paulias, all with pink flowers. They are at the moment doing their best to recover from anthropogenic drought. They're used to it, and I think they flower almost all the time as a result of it. Flowering, after all, is often induced by the plant realizing its own mortality and jumping at the last chance to produce heirs. I got them from my mom a couple of years ago when she and my stepdad sold my childhood home and didn't have space for them at the new place. According to her, some of them are as old as me. I used to neglect the poor bastards already back when I lived home and was occasionally in charge of caring for them.

The money tree at the far end of the window sill is leggy and unstable and ridiculous and precious. <3

Here we have some more saint paulias, plus some placeholder pots for future saint paulias. These are also from my mom. I'm really happy with this area in our home right now, with the spices and dried chilis and dried mushrooms at the back and the blue-flowering fuzzy leaved beauties in front.

This here is my cuttings station. It would be a perfect place for so many plants if it weren't for the dining table that's way too close to it. We might have bought a table that's a smidge too big for the space 😅 so far I'm the only person who's ever knocked a pot down from that windowsill, but I'm not willing to have guests live through that experience at my house. So, only cuttings it is. This is also the place where problems are created and purposefully ignored. You'll see.

Off to the right of middle of the picture we have some more saint paulias forming roots so that they can be repotted. They'd grown so uncentered that I decided to just cut them out, remove some of the lowest leaves, and stick them in water. It's going extremely well; the first one was cut a few months back and would be ready for potting any day, I just need to defrost my potting soil first. The second one was cut yesterday. There's also one more saint paulia hiding, already in a pot (the white one) that I got as a leaf cutting from my partner's grandma. It has very pretty, multicolored leaves and cute pink flowers, and it's not doing well. I'm trying to first aid it into a bit of a better health before repotting it, and I haven't really thought much further than that.

There's also a bunch of pothos cuttings that I don't know what to do with - I should probably give them to someone as it's clear I don't have any room for new pots. But it's winter so I can't send them by post, and my local friends already have what they want from here. And, I always keep safety cuttings on hand in case my neglect kills one of them. At the moment, I only have the classic golden pothos as a cutting - the one furthest to right. I'll need to figure out a place for a pot once the cuttings have rooted. In the future.

At the other end we got some more money trees. One of them is an accidental cutting from the leggy one on the other windowsill. The other one is a cutting from Spain back when international travel with undocumented plants wasn't illegal within EU. I hope they don't start growing any faster, because I don't know where to fit them next.

Also, and it's not very visible in this picture, I've decided to give propagating an avocado yet another go. I don't know where to put it if it succeeds, other than in a bottom-watering pot with a tank. Let's not make that into a problem right now.

This here is another 'Pearls and Jade', I think. It's also very pretty, which is why I'm keeping both. This one's been here forever and I've tried to have it grow in a balanced way, but yesterday I decided to be done with that and embraced the one-sidedness. So I stuck in that beautiful, curly branch and some sticks to keep it upright, and we'll see where we go from here. I was told yesterday that we have a ps5 coming soon and that it might have to be placed on this very spot. I'm preparing notes for the negotiations.

And finally, the saddest little silver vine ever to live. I should have taken before-and-after pics yesterday before I cleaned it up, it was so incredibly ridiculous. Most of the vines were dead or dying, crumbling and saggy leaves everwhere, half of the branches dead st near the substrate. Now it's just small. This is the spot where the lemon lime pothos used to be btw; this dwarf of a vine should not become a problem during laundry time any time soon 😅 and I really love this pot, specifically here. I'm not expecting the plant to survive but of course I'm hoping <3

Ok thank you listening <3 If anyone actually did read through all of it, please let me know which plant or placement or picture or detail is your favourite <3 Mine is the half-broken wall clock in picture 6 👀 It's only half broken because it actually tells the time correctly if you just ignore the numbers and concentrate on the direction of the hands - like, clearly the picture was taken at 8:30 😁

#i'm so happy <3 #but unfortunately i couldnt find any room for new plants D-:#so i still cant get a new giant monstera in place of the one i lost two years ago to thrips #unless i manage to unaliven that dracaena #also no space for a new monkey mask monstera to replace the one i also lost two years ago )-:#luckily i did give out a bunch of cuttings to family members back when it was still healthy and pest free #and they're doing really well #so the minute i have a place for a new small vine i can just ask for cuttings and start from the beginning #and it will still be the same 🥰#decentralized investment for the victory once more #ah also by you* i mean mostly still just me but whatever 😁#rosie rambles #house plants #pothos #saint paulia #silver vine #dracaena #emerald palm #cathedral cactus #jar ecosystem

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moodymisty · 1 year

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So, I am writing this story that is called ‘Station 40,’ where small teams of six go to investigate the destress call. But never return, no matter how hard the Jedi tries to find each team. Then, they—the Jedi—call the Bad Batch (as well as their fifth member, an original character) to go to the station to find out happened to all the teams. In other words, it’s a horror/thriller/romance/drama that follows the squad and how they survive their time there and what they find as well as facing each other.

At least that what the general idea is, and I am sharing this because I need some advice on how to write Crosshair. Do you have any tips? I am willing to share what I have in terms of dialogue and such.

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“What was going on in there?” he asks bluntly, a hit of anger in his voice.

“Nothing I can’t handle, love.’

Frowning further, Crosshair grabbed her by the wrist and leaned in, where his breath graces the skin of her neck. Something that causes her to bite the corner of her lip, before she mumbles words that weren’t clear, but he could pick out what she was saying. “Tell me what happened,” he leans away, his voice serious and nearly threatening. “Mesh’la.”

She nearly fell to her knees if it wasn’t for Crosshair holding her close to his body; it was the only word of Mando’a she knew, and he knew what it does to her.

“It’s something I think I need to keep for myself, at least until he is ready to come clean to you.” She said, ending her sentence with a kiss on his cheek. I hope he tells the truth, the reasons he lingers his stares, but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now…she thought as she pulls herself away from the man, she called her love.

Grinding his teeth, his gaze moves from Zena who headed for the bunks to the cockpit where his brother, and trusted comrade sat.

End

It's slightly out of context, but here is my attempts at my lovely little snowball of a man. :) I hope I am not bothering you, if you want you can DM me anytime!

Oof, I love me some Crosshair goodness. Also I've never been asked advice about writing a character before I feel so, honored? I'm blushing 🧡

All of this is just how I kinda personally feel about him, everybody obviously sees different things in characters. I have no desire to fight with people because to me, this is all just fun. I want people to enjoy their time writing and not spend it worrying over every word. So no matter what, write him how you enjoy reading him and have fun 🧡

But my brain isn't the best at verbalizing thoughts beyond tv static, so bear with me here.

First off, I love the idea. It sounds so thriller-esque to me and I wish you the best of luck with it, writing long form stories is a hard task;; 🧡

But I think the biggest thing that comes to mind for me when about writing Crosshair is he's extremely cut off and quiet. Like I think the longest sentence he's even spoken in the show is, maybe like ten words? XD I think I've written more about his eyes than I have anything he's ever actually said. He puts in his 2 cents, no more no less in most situations.

TL;DR: Less is more with Crosshair. He speaks one sentence, but the tone he uses and his face say a lot more after the fact.

As such he's really keen on everything happening around him, like you already got here: 'but I am sure Crosshair had caught on by now'. He's really perceptive, but he keeps a lot of those thoughts internal. But I fully believe he cares deeply, it's just he presents it more so in subtle actions than words.

“I’ll take over.” His voice is curt, and steady. You look up and shake your head. “It’s fine, Crosshair. I’m not that tired.” And you don’t want the others to think that you shirked out on your duty, as much as they’d never think it. Crosshair simply takes a step closer and put his hand on the headrest of the seat. He notices the way your eyes seem heavy, your body slouched. “Go sleep, doll. I’ll cover for you.”

forgive the self promotion i just thought i'd give an example

So your other characters might find themselves having to do the heavy lifting, when it comes to progressing any sort of relationship. It's kind of a delicate balance of not giving away too much of what he's thinking, but not leaving your reader/character stranded like 'What is in your head Sir!? Sir?!'

Also, Crosshair is kinda just a piece of shit. He's always being snide and biting at people (figuratively of course, but the idea of him just being leashed like a rabid dog chomping at the bit trying to get at anyone within attack distance amuses me) He's not the nicest dude around, but isn't that why we love him? 🧡Everyone loves the complicated character. He's not one to often spout loving words, but when he does it's really fun to write them as this big event.

But at the end of the day, I think as long as you're having fun, that's what matters. If you want him to be an angry cuddly tsundere? Sure! Hateful prick? Sure! I just want everyone to enjoy writing and fandom, most of all.

I really think you have a great thing going and you already seem to write Crosshair more than well enough from what you've given me, so I hope my weird probably off point rambling helps even if I think you're doing perfect already👍

( ͡^ ᴗ ͡^) 👉 Good luck with your fic!!! I can't wait to read it 🧡

goodness this got too long;;

#ask #Crosshair is a fucking trash monster but I love him I'm getting my skirt dirty trying to haul him out of the dumpster he threw himself in #not writing #but kinda writing? i dunno

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lmanburg-letter-service · 2 years

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Hey Eret,

I've got a lot I want to say to you. I've got a lot of regrets when it comes to you, too. I regret not noticing that you were a traitor, I regret that you thought that betraying us was your best option, I regret that I couldn't stop what happened in the final control room. But, you wanna know something, Eret? My biggest regret when it comes to you was going to that damn museum in to apologize to you. I'm sure you're deciding not to read this letter now, right? Just.. wait. Please. I need you to understand what I think about it- What I actually think. I mean, you were lecturing me and giving me this whole big speech that whole time, so I think you can handle me doing it back at you, right? I won't be mean about it, I promise.

I don't think I owed you an apology, there. I think you were one of the last people who I owed an apology to. You remember what I was apologizing for, right? I was apologizing for not trusting you, for being upset about your betrayal and for viewing you as a 'villain' to L'Manberg, in a sense.

You remember why I saw you in that way, right? You remember the final control room? When you told us that you had something to help us win, when you lead us to our demise? You remember that? Of course you do. It's the same for you as the button room was for me, right? How could you not remember it?

Eret, did you know that your betrayal is what started up my downward spiral? I mean, my mental health wasn't the best even before then, with the issues with Phil and all, but when you betrayed us, that was the start of my trust issues. Because I trusted you, I saw you as family, I would lay down my life for you Eret! You were one of my closest friends! I loved you! And you just led them to kill us. The one person who I trusted who wasn't a kid at the time, and you led our enemy to kill us, and gave us false hope about it all the while. How was I supposed to trust people after that?

How was I supposed to trust you, after that? How was I supposed to be anything other than upset about it? How was I supposed to see you as anything other than a traitor, especially when you became the ruler of the country that we were fighting with directly after, and especially when you only came around to try to show that you changed during Pogtopia, y'know, when I didn't trust anyone, not even myself? How was I supposed to decide to trust you, a traitor who had me and my family killed for the crown, when I couldn't even trust my allies? That wasn't what you did it for, I know, but back in Pogtopia I didn't know that. You expected me to trust you in Pogtopia, when you had proven that I can't trust you, and when I thought that everyone was out to get me, including myself.

I had no reason to apologize to you in the first place, but I chose to anyways, and then when I did you demanded a better apology, when I hardly got an apology at all. No, your book does not count, not if my original apology that wasn't even needed didn't count. What were the chances of me even actually finding that book? What happens then, if I just never found the book? At least I had the guts to apologize to your face. I was terrified of you, but I still actually said it to your face. You just wrote a book with "I'm sorry" in it, left it in a chest I might never even open, seeing as it was inside of a replica of a place that gave me plenty of trauma, and called it good enough.

I don't even need a speech, Eret. I don't need a speech, or any symbolic sacrifices, or anything like that. I don't care about any of that, okay? I'd just like it if you'd apologize, actually apologize. It doesn't have to be much. Hell, it can be a ten second, brief little, "I fucked up back then, and I'm sorry about it," I don't care! I'd just like an apology beyond a little book that I might not have even found. I'd just like for someone who hurt me to acknowledge it and not demand that I apologize for being hurt, and you're the most likely person to do that seeing as you at least claim to care about me. That's all I want. Really, that's it.

And hey, Eret? I love you. I love you, I miss you, I forgive you. But it hurts me still, and I wish I could have a reason to forgive you so it wouldn't hurt so much.

Your friend,

Wilbur Soot

(Will💥💙)

[Letter Sent!]

#to: eret #from: wilbur #dsmp kin #wilbur kin #💥💙#Mod Archive

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the-firebird69 · 19 days

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"Footage of NYC's biggest earthquake in 140 years, M4.8." #earthquake #u...

So pretty big quake for 4.7 it's more like a heater at 9:00 and we saw a lot of damage these people are lying about all sorts of stuff I can't stand it anymore they're terrible terrible people they don't know what to do about what's going on so they make up a bunch of lies I'm going to piss all over each other it's not ruining people mostly theirs and they're ruining things so looks like as well we have all these enemies and knew these jerks and you think they're going to handle stuff again try and ruin everybody else I'm just sit there and it's funny and you sit there like sponges so right now we noticed that not going for diamonds and you're not going after the small ships anywhere and you are not doing his idea and you're sitting back and shortly saying that you're going to watch everybody beat each other up you went to burning Man and you saw them and you saw what they're doing and you figured out that they're up to something and you're aware that they are using your facility is covered as cover and you're not doing anything and we heard you talk about it and you said let the big boys fight it out and they heard we just need your stuff that's all and all sudden they said this we're going to sit here and handle my stuff and they get rid of us by taking it and you just sat there they just sat there and they began to chant I know what saying you cannot intimidate us to do your work they heard our son saying when the f*** it is not working a f****** little s*** you don't f****** moron in a liar they're going to end up blindsided by your own goddamn garbage shut the f****** go home and get drunk and who wants to listen to you stupid people it's none of our business it's none of our business it's none of our business it's just your business she don't want to go look at Giants that's fine for people will take a powder get out of the way are you dead probably going to roll over you and so he said this they don't speak for me and he heard it it was the pseudo empire and they're telling him to get out of the way and the stupid s*** said okay and so this is going to go and BJ said this I don't care what's down there what the f*** are we doing and he started to laugh and said my nephew is right where just dumb people saying some stupid s*** and we went we caught a chicken s*** for a minute and he said we have to go in there and find out what it is so he says go on a different way and so they tried to find it I found a couple ways so really they went down eventually and this they're saying this why do you know what it is and we have to go down there so it's cuz you can see the outline of the f****** thing you idiot and he said oh I understand the problem thoroughly when you're handed a roadmap by your wife's sister you say you figured it out and people like Brad really kind of didn't look at it. It's so annoying s*** but you do it with everything for some reason I think it's because someone is handing it to you I mean sire I was supposed to do this bring in a special commission and like a secret suitcase that was used by James Bond throughout history only this is some other f****** nonsense. So bja fell back and you said so stay out of it and say if you talk this f****** nonsense to me we're going to bomb Australia to Oblivion there won't be one f****** stupid a****** left to say that dumb s*** you're saying we'd only take a couple minutes. And get the f*** away from your dead that's it with you too you're a f****** done I don't want to hear any of this s*** ever again in my life you're such a f****** moron. It's an emergency to the entire planet but not to you I don't have time to explain everything from start to finish for 20 days in a row for you to get it once you piece of s*** you don't know a goddamn thing about this business you got jammed in reverse you try and get rid of people throwing the whole you f****** moron

Restrains out and says yeah I'm getting rid of them and I'm throwing in the hole well go ahead and do your stupid what do you what do you want you want f****** day you want all this food and f*** out in the f****** desert dumb f****** f****** retard. So bja stood up and said I see you're mad good for you you want a point I'm going to blow a f****** limb of yours off from a distance keep talking he says I do see something we're down there looking you can't find anything you can't find your f****** dick in your own f****** bedroom moron. So he said well you're right about something it can't be that hard yeah you sniff around and you find like 500 million Max and what they're looking at you dumb f****** a******. So he says well that's stupid no s*** dumb f****** retard what do you like the intelligence of a two-year-old child now you can grab a Mac on the street in New York and asking me he knows you dumb f****** moron... So Mac Daddy was listening and he said why the f*** are you talking like this to people everybody wants to kill you you see you sitting there doing nothing farting bothering people no we know what you're doing you're trying to harass people to get angry now he's angry you and he's going to get rid of you and them and he doesn't care who the hell care you don't have any AI ability you can't program people to tie their shoes in the morning and everybody's not going to fight for what you want they have to get rid of you as a matter of fact what stuff do they have he says that we want right there from them let's start there and work out so I said the same thing I said f*** you idiots you want to sit around talking you're in the goddamn way so we moved them out of the way and you just f*** off telling everybody to f*** off and they left I'll tell you what these people are big jerks and he's right you want to sit there and f****** be a jerk and it's all these problems and stuff and you can't even memorize what they are he started yelling and screaming it's going to be a huge cluster f*** and he's involved it's triumph I said triumph is a piece of s*** motorcycle from your area that's what it is and you're worse at than they are and they're getting messed up and he says we don't want to engage anybody he'll go hide in your Island to get out of my face you're bothering me you're engaging cuz we're going to hit you if you're harassing me and keeping my money from me we're going to hit you no matter what you f****** do a****** you f****** a******... Should send a couple hundred megaton bombs your way and shut you the f******. So I heard him call her over and he said I'm doing the best I can it's so what it doesn't do s*** the best you can and you should stay home and sit there and just shut up that's all you need to do is shut the f****** so that was him yelling at me is Mac Daddy I said this this kid's right these people are freaking useless when the battlefield trying to get information tell me if sat down there he doesn't know anything about what's going on right around him so wasted damn time and we're all screwed everybody is sick of this s*** so we told him go home and sit on your couch and drink beer and get out of here of course they didn't. This afternoon around with us after while we just started blasting the hell took 15 minutes are all gone and I said don't come back we just keep hitting you it's garbage you know Max influence it but you can't stop them there so dumb they're really really dumb and they just can't figure it out so as it turns out they don't want to go back there they're back like every 15 minutes all afternoon dying

Well that was our son and Mac yelling at cork because he's an idiot we were too so you came out here and you stuck your ass in the way so we wanted to know why and we had a force with us and it was mixed and said give him a time limit and wipe them out and we heard him so he just go and so he told them 15 minutes we're not going to sit here exposed while you're plugging it up and they're down there doing what they want and he started screaming we're waiting for equipment we checked and no we told him the time turns around and says we're not going to you so you don't give him time anyways you dumb f*** it's in here bothering him and torturing him your pieces of s*** yeah stupid f****** a****** trying to rest we should kill all of you piece of s*** so I hear kill as many of these higher ups as we can and go to their place and take it all down wind up doing it anyways and tons of them died this is a fool's game this is idiots eventually goes home with a few people brings people back and yeah all afternoon and then the fourth time you started whining where is that little Jew bag kid so you said hit near him cuz he keeps bringing us his idiots to get rid of so we need him to go get more so hitting all around him we said go home and get more so he did he kept doing it and doing it and he's going to be teeny and he's an idiot so who said this we have your AI too and you're being ridden by someone we don't know who it is. He started laughing and said oh yeah that stuff so I'll tell you what he's pretty much smoked so he had this hey look at the down syndrome victim he doesn't even have one book in his house and people started to laugh at him and all of Mac Daddy's people said good Lord that guy is dumber than hell and all sudden he said I'm holding you up and I'm doing it on purpose trying to force the max to arm it so we can destroy how the arm did not know how and he goes yeah that's the one no kidding he says we have a human interface we can't seem to get it out of there and get absorbed he says that's okay that's the job and he smiles and says it's not coming out cuz we're not doing the job and he says we have to go down there so the idiot says tons of his idiots down there you're so God damn stupid Brian you're the dumbest person in history along with John arima f*** I've never heard of this stupid s***. So he went ahead and grabbed all these guys they went down and said you're not blocking us and all this he needs to eat something and so they ran down there and said you can't say that I said yeah I can't what you're saying is you may not say that remember from westborough like maybe 10 times a day it's like a huge simple simple lesson I guess you can't remember and you were trying to tell people it's really weird you like a dog you're so dumb. I said it at work once you repeated it like 5,000 times to everybody else then you come back to me with it I said like the puppy dog with a f******bone.

So regardless if some lower level guys making you talk that way you are doing what just go down there and shut your face so he says this I don't feel like it okay you get hit here and down there we don't need this clog you can use crystal Drano

Is that a laughing and says good we have some color on the battlefield I said yeah it's red all of your idiots and what a waste doesn't do s*** and it starts laughing and said well you know yeah you know

So listen to this stupid talk and the a****** is ordering people down and they're going down and say just run down there without a gun or anything and a whole bunch of them start doing it he goes what's wrong with you this is the same problem with you what are we doing here if we're not going to do anything so they're going we don't know what to do it's a theme party you f****** fruit so he looks around he goes oh okay it's a theme party so start picking up on what the theme is and DJ was insulting I said now is that leadership don't I get $100,000 this year according to phrase I should get a million dollars every time it's used so he's smiling he goes yeah that's right and you kind of meant it cuz it's started working so what did they do it but it just standing there and he's telling them to go and they won't that's what happens he says don't move then and they argue so the max are taking your flowers and beans your bratwurst and beans and the beer is next and they said okay yeah write that down Jenna what team is this party bratwurst and beans and beer is next and I'm just making it up but it works cuz they like those things I don't want to beat the guy up take the power to have huge bratwurst those big huge fellows and they want to eat their bratwurst too always all of it and they want to make beef patties because their beef eaters. So he gets on the megaphone he goes let's show these beefeaters what's going on I'm going to make hamburger out of them and they started yelling good cuz he just makes it with the liver and they said that's right and some of the grossed out and then some of them said that's really what you do and it's not moving they started moving dammit they were moving after that yes

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