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Spin the wheel again. That’s who’s trying to protect you.
(If you have zero idea about a name you got, spin until you see someone you recognize.)
Are you safe?
Absolutely not. I'm dead. 100% dead.
I might stay alive, but it'll be a really close thing.
I'll take some hits, for certain, but I should be okay in the end.
A few attacks might get through, but nothing concerning.
The attacker might be able to get in one lucky hit. If that.
I am the opposite of worried. I'm 100% safe.
…Look. I've tried picturing this. But I honestly don't know how to answer.
Remaining time: 4 days 20 hours
(I've run this poll twice before, expanding it significantly for the second run. With about a year passed since that second run, I thought it was time to add another couple hundred names to the list and have another go.)
The Trump administration is cynically exploiting calls for stricter AI regulation to pass broad censorship measures at the federal level.
So, in terrible news, Trump's trying to pull some strings to pass this massive internet censorship bill, featuring all the kinds of internet censorship we're terrified of, including mandatory ID for accessing basically any website, specifically to crush state regulation of AI, because apparently this man will always see the moral bottom of the barrel and start digging.
So, if you live in the US and hate censorship and AI you know what to do, contact your congresspeople and tell them do not fucking dare let this through or so help us god...
IMPORTANT UPDATE: The bastards just worked out a deal on the package, and they're going to try and ram it through the House in the next couple of weeks.
So, if you've been waiting to call, the time is NOW. Do it ASAP, be polite, be informed, but light up those phones like a Christmas tree!
Here’s a quick script you can use when calling. Or you can add to it and use it when emailing the senators. I just used it. I’m putting it here til I have time to add to it.
Hello. My name is ____ _______, spelled ________, my email is ________, phone number ________, address ________, zip code ________. I’m calling to request that Senator ______ do everything in his power to block and vote NO on H.R.7757, the Kids Online Safety Act, the No Fakes act, the KIDS act, the KOSPA, and the age verification mandates being pushed by Donald Trump. These bills together would result in government regulations of protected speech for both adults and children. The act would force social media platforms to restrict lawful speech, allow the government to dictate and control online communications, and require age verification mandates.
Age verification mandates would require users to disclose personal information before accessing lawful speech online— hugely invading privacy and opening the door to people’s personal data being stolen, and completely eliminating the safety of anonymity for everyone online.
Please block these bills and protect the American citizens’ right to free speech and anonymity online.
Edit: Here’s an email script to tweak:
I’m writing to inform you that you need to vote No on H.R.7757, KOSA, the KIDS act, the No Fakes act, and the KOSPA. These bills would require all internet users to give up their legal identities to every website they use to prove their non-minor status, and force government regulations and oversight on all communications on social media platforms, destroying any ability for people to exercise their right to free speech. And the government dictating and controlling online communications for people who are forced to give up their identities to every data mining platform would be catastrophic for everyone involved.
What’s more, this bill is designed purely to control and steal data from users, revealed by the fact that the original KOSA had text requiring platforms to prevent things that were specifically documented as harmful to minors; promotion of eating disorders, self-harm, substance abuse, and sexual exploitation. Without that provision, the House bill simply requires platforms to submit to annual “safety” audits, meaning there will be reporting obligations enforced, but no civil liability when a documented harm occurs, revealing the purpose is control and surveillance, not safety. Vote No on KOSA, the KIDS act, the No Fakes act, and the KOSPA to protect internet safety for all future generations. Vote No on the House bill H.R. 7757. Please, do your duty as Senator and don’t allow this attack on free speech to go through.
can we have villain kenji dating headcanons please😞🙏
Oh boy...well, I can try
Villain! Kenji x Fem reader
Mentions of blood, fighting (not with you), and death/character death (not you), you being morally grey...and Kenji being a simp.
He's a complete sweetheart to you and WORSHIPS the ground you walk on. Ever heard of a feminist nut-case? It's him. He respects you wholeheartedly and sees you for you because his mama raised him right.
Super gentle and a soft-talker with you. You're...actually the ONLY person he's like this around. To everyone else, arrogant prick x10 on a regular basis.
He likes to cuddle you after a long day and whisper sweet-nothings into your ear. "I missed you so much" "I love you so much, baby" "stay with me, please" cue the cutest goo goo eyes you've ever seen. How could you say no to him?
This man doesn't know when to stop gifting so whenever he even THINKS about something you would like you better prepare for there to be a box of whatever product it is on your doorstep.
Gamer girl? New gaming equipment in your favorite color. Book girl? New books on your doorstep. Baker, artist, crafter? All of it on your doorstep.
You ask for something? Consider it done. You LOOK at something in the mall? It's yours.
If he thinks a certain outfit would look good on you or he finds a certain candy, you like? All yours...just please don't leave him.
Ken lets you ride on his motorcycle from time to time. He prefers you in the back with your arms wrapped around him because it's a comforting feeling, not to mention safe. But if you want, he'll let you sit in the front but it's rare.
A guy cat-called you once while Kenji was there with you. Yeah uh...that guy was sent to the hospital. It was the first time you've ever seen him so...angry. You've heard rumors of Kenji's temper but seeing as he was so sweet to you, you just thought the rumors were just...rumors.
That was until you literally had to pull him off the guy so he wouldn't kill him. Seriously, he was strangling him after punching him in the face 10 times.
It was...kind of hot to be fair.
Kenji's hair was disheveled, his nose bleeding, and a fiery look in his eyes. And you found his act of rage a little sweet. If he was willing to strangle a guy for just catcalling you, what would he do if a guy touched you?
You then realized you found a good guy who's willing to stand up for you! Albeit a bit crazy, but still a good guy.
After his anger went away, the soft side of him came back and apologized to you profusely.
"I- I'm so sorry baby, p- please don't leave! Y- You were never supposed to see that side of me, shit! I'm a good guy I promise I am! He...he just, he deserved it! He shouldn't have been talking to you like that! You're a princess to me baby, a queen! And you deserve to be treated like one...please don't leave me..."
He meant every word of it girl...every. last. word. Especially the "don't leave me" parts.
Before you came along, Kenji was alone. So utterly alone. His beloved mother was dead. His father....ugh (don't even get him started on that). No friends or relatives to talk to or come by. One-night stands didn't do anything except a couple seconds of bliss.
So, like I said, so completely and utterly alone.
But when you came along...you changed that. An angel from the heavens that chose him to spend their time with.
This man would let the world burn if it meant to save your life. He doesn't like people very much anyway.
He introduced you to Lillith, his black IBM female boa. Let's pretend you like snakes.
Snake ahead, TRIGGER WARNING
You find her absolutely adorable and sweet. She likes you a lot too! You let her hang around your neck or arm when Kenji brings her too your dates or when you hang out at his house.
Kenji loves that his two favorite girls are getting along. He has many pictures of you two chilling in his phone and looks at them from time to time to actually feel something other than anger or nothing while he's out.
You brought back a light in him that he thought had died a long time ago. A reason to live...well, apart from baseball, killing Kaiju's, and ruining his father's legacy of course.
Fancy dining places are a must. You can't blame the man for want to wine and dine you...and showing you off to the press a little bit.
Hmmm...you found it odd that the guy that cat-called you hasn't pressed charges or uttered a peep about what ken did to him. You understood why the news hadn't caught footage of the incident tho.
It happened late at night when you and Kenji were coming out of a bar. It had been raining that night and most of the lights went out due to the water getting to the electricity.
So, it would be hard for the cameras to pick up faces very well due to the darkness and most of them circuiting out too.
But it was so strange...nothing from him.
You got your answer when you turned the news on though.
The guy that cat-called you was found dead in a trash bin next to the EXACT same bar you had your date with Kenji. Ishima Agama was his name.
He seemed to have suffered horrible lacerations, burns, severed limbs, and much other nasty things.
His death...didn't bother you though. You figured Kenji must've done it. I mean...who else would've done it? It only happened two weeks after Kenji pummeled him, and it was in the exact same place it beat his ass.
You always trusted your gut and your gut says it's Kenji. But instead of seeing this as a red flag, you saw it as a green one!
He killed for you just because of a cat-calling degenerate. That's the nicest thing a guy has ever done for you!
After dating for about a year or so, he told you that he was Ultraman! Which...is the coolest freaking thing ever!
He saved Japan from Kaiju's countless of times! So, what if his methods were a little violent? The Kaiju's were too. That's how violent animals were supposed to be treated right? Either with sedatives or brute force.
He was so confused as to why you were so cool with it but as you explained your reasons...he knew you were a keeper.
After that little adventure he introduced you to the idea of Kaiju meat. Something Kenji has tailored to him and a few other rich people (let's pretend Kaiju's don't have radiation). Turns out the KDF also sells a few cutlets of meat to a few rich folks who want a taste of a rare "delicacy" meat.
It's actually quite good when it's cooked and served right, better that wagyu.
Sooo, yeah, you two lovebirds get along great!
His anger issues, arrogance, or murderous tendencies to affect you because you love him for who he is...and for the fact that he never acts that way toward you.
That's all I've got, if you guys want anything more specific, lmk!
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Just call my name, and I'll be there - Chapter 2.1
Chapter 1
No physical description of the reader. That's about it.
So, turns out, and it's SO funny, really. You got two rib fractures, a mild concussion, and a broken arm. Right arm, to be specific. Ain't things just going swell for you? After you were a little more coherent when the morphine settled down, the police came in to question you. Because, to be clear, your situation is quite alarming.
It was about 10 PM, and you had just finished a nasty hospital breakfast. Officer Warren sat a little ways away from you on your right. A notepad in hand.
A short man, really. Short, salt-and-pepper hair, a little on the bigger side, and in his mid-to-late 40s.
"So, I've been told you don't have any memories following the accident?"
"Before the accident," You replied, "I remember standing in that unfamiliar neighborhood, but...nothing else."
"Hm," He wrote that down. "No memories of anyone dropping you off? Anyone speaking to you before you got there?"
"No."
He sighed, not frustrated, but just a little confused, "Sweetheart, people just don't appear in places with no memory."
You weren't all that appreciative of him calling you 'sweetheart' but decided to not say anything for now. Men can get offended at the smallest callout, and you'll be the one paying for it.
"I'm aware, but I'm telling the truth; I don't remember anything." You simply shrugged, feeling a little irritated because you felt a headache coming on. One symptom of mild concussions is irritability, so yeah, you're a lil moody.
Around the second day of being in this sterile ass place, you were given a hospital psychiatrist to talk to.
A psychiatrist was applied to the situation and, after talking with you, was able to come to a few conclusions.
One thought is that you could have been someone with short-term memory loss. Hence the reason why you don't remember anything important. And your family simply dumped you because they didn't want to deal with you anymore.
It's not uncommon for families to do that to the one mentally or physically disabled relative. But if you did have a family that didn't want to care for you anymore, they would have known the best option would have been to leave you at a hospital dedicated to the disabled. Not just dump you somewhere unknown.
But the psychiatrist also argued that there aren't great caregivers in this world either. They may have dropped you because they despised you and didn't want you cared for.
You could also be an escaped mental hospital patient. So, the police called a few nearby psychiatric wards and asked if anybody with your description had escaped. Nothing came up.
(They may have also looked into whether any female prisons had escapees that matched your description. No, you didn't look like you escaped prison, but you could have easily swapped clothes after you escaped. Luckily for you, no matches. )
Officer Warren didn't disclose this to you, but he's awfully suspicious. A woman with short-term memory loss just so happens to end up in a well-off neighborhood? Yeah, he fully believes the hit with Michael was accidental, but he...thinks you're a scammer who just got lucky with the hit. A scammer with a sob story.
What kind of so-called 'evil' family would drop someone like you off in a good area? Wouldn't they drop you off in a bad one to make you suffer if that's what they wanted?
Still, you're technically a missing person. So, they took your fingerprints and mailed them to the FBI database. Just to make sure you aren't a convict, to see if you match a missing person record in another state, to check if there's a criminal record, etc. They have to do this manually; it's the 80s, so it's going to take at least 2-4 weeks.
The only upside is Michael. Who, apparently, is a star. Hence why he was able to pay for your medical bills.
He's so nice...he brings you flowers when he can, get-well-soon cards, candy, plushies, and has even asked if you wanted some books during your stay. He started asking you simple stuff. What you like in terms of food or snacks.
As a way to make you feel better about the situation, he started acting out Minnie and Mickey Mouse talking to each other. It was so silly that you couldn't help but laugh.
You like him. You like him a lot.
You love his soft voice, the way the sun hits his curls, the way the sun hits his skin, the sparkle in his eyes when he talks to you about what you like or what he likes, and his laugh...god, his laugh. It's like it's just made of light in vocal form.
He still finds it cute that you had no idea who he was. So, he lent you a Walkman with his latest songs on it on day two.
Of course, you get to know him as well.
"What's the creative process behind your music like?" You ask on day three of your in-hospital recovery.
He thinks about it before answering. He talked about his inspirations from other artists. James Brown, Jackie Wilson, Quincy Jones, Paul McCartney.
How he loved using the inspirations to turn them into something new.
"You can't force these ideas out; they just hit when the moment strikes, y'know? And- And then when it does, you have to give it your all."
The way he lights up when he talks about his passion. You could say it's admirable, even inspiring in its own right.
He was relieved to know that he wasn't the cause of your memory loss, but even more concerned. You aren't in a great position either way. So, he popped the question,
"Would you like to live with my family? I know it's forward, but...it's the least I could do." He says with all the sincerity he could genuinely give.
You don't have a family, no home, no source of income, and you're in a position where you aren't really able to do much on your own without assistance. The best-case scenario is that you'll end up in a homeless shelter. And that's not...great, by any means.
But...you also didn't want to intrude. Or make him think you were a leech.
"I...don't know. I don't want to be invasive-"
"Oh, you won't be! Our home is really big! You won't take up much space at all!" He reassured you.
Our home. Ah, that's right; he has people he lives with.
"How many people are in your family?"
He started to list off his family members. His mother and Joseph first. Then all eight of his siblings. Rebbie, Jackie, Tito, Jermaine, La Toya, Randy, and Janet.
That's ten people in one house. Ten people you don't know from a hole in the wall. And ten people who don't know YOU from a damn hole in the wall.
But the way he talks about them, listing off little facts and quirks about their personalities...it's sweet. You don't get the impression he's lying. Not at all.
Still, this is a very odd situation to be in. You do have a choice in the matter.
What choice will you make?
Well?
Live with the Jackson family
Ask if he can pay for an apartment for 3 months so you can heal, then get a job
Voting ended onJul 8
For option 2: It will take 6-8 weeks for your arm to heal, and about 6 weeks for your ribs to heal. Three months gives you time to heal properly and time to find a job after you do.
The one little problem with both options is that you'll need help getting out of bed, getting dressed, opening things, and bathing. Perhaps a person could be hired to provide assistance in either situation. Of course, you can already think of the personal space problem with both options.
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The Three Tomes. A Queer YA Coming of age Indie Animation Series about a black magical girl witch in the 2010s midwest. Tammy must fight monsters as a newly turned magical girl witch , capture spirits and deal with two vampire boys ( both bi/pan) who are after her heart. One her enemy and the other her ally. Support the Kickstarter for episode 2 as we push towards stretch goals. and be sure to check out the pilot animatic on youtube if you haven't.
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Just call my name, and I'll be there - Time travel fic 'cause I'm bored
No physical description of the reader, memory loss, no use of y/n, you get hit by something, that's all.
Confusion for the most part.
Chapter 1, I guess - short.
You don't know what day it is because you're fuckin' disoriented because... y'know, TIME TRAVEL. You barely know who you are. You just have to do something. Specifically, help someone.
Who is that someone again...? You don't know. The world is spinning. You think it's the late afternoon with all the oranges and pinks and purples crowding your vision.
After you get your bearings...you still don't know where tf you are. Looks like a pretty nice neighborhood. Do you live here? No...you would've remembered whether you did or not.
You just...stand there for a while. Unsure of where to go or what to do. You don't remember ANYTHING. You remember what you like and dislike, hobbies, favorite food, food that you hate, your age, etc. In terms of where you came from? Parents? Friends? Name? Nothin. You vaguely do, but it's not much.
What the hell is your name?!
Okay, you're starting to get scared now.
WHO ARE YOU?!
You don't know how long you stood there, really.
You aren't even sure what direction to walk in for help. You pat your pockets...nope, no phone. Maybe someone in the houses you see?
....And call who exactly? Dammit.
This is a very nice neighborhood. There has to be a police station nearby....but what are you going to say? "Hi, I have no idea who I am. Can you please help me?"
Okay, well, that isn't a bad idea. But what information can you even give them when you can't remember your family's names and barely their faces?
Because you're dumbass wasn't paying attention, you failed to see the headlights coming toward you at a somewhat alarming speed. Ya got hit.
-
The fluorescent lights above you make your eyes scream in discomfort when you finally open them. You attempt to sit up, and oh, nope, that's not happening. You're too dizzy and sluggish for that.
Oh, this day is just going AMAZING for you.
What the hell happened?
You remember standing there...confused as to how the hell you got there in the first place.
Now, you're in a hospital. A broken arm and what you think is perhaps a broken rib. Or ribs. You don't exactly know how many. The plastic bag of IV drips is near you. Intravenous morphine coursing through your veins. Making things a little fuzzy.
...this is a big as fuck hospital room. One you think would only be given to a celebrity for privacy reasons. And because they are a celebrity.
"Oh, you're awake..." A voice said. Soft yet clinical.
The nurse came in with a clipboard behind her arms. "How are you feeling?"
"....confused?" Is all you could say. It's not a lie. You am confusion.
"Well, that's normal after an accident like yours, dear. Any pain? Dizziness?" She asked.
"Accident? What happened?" You asked softly. Your reactions a little delayed, softer because of the morphine.
"Ah, you got hit by a car. But don't worry! You are expected to make a full recovery! And your hospital bills are fully covered." She gently reassured you.
"A car?...oh." You really didn't know what to say to that. You're alive. And expected to move forward in life. That's good, you guess.
She goes over, asking how you're feeling again. You aren't in that much pain, given that you don't have pain medication. Doesn't mean ya don't want them, though.
"Is there anybody we can contact? Family? Friends? Ah, and what's your name, dear?"
You thought about it. Really hard. Wracked your brain until it decided to spit something up so you could stop stressing it out.
"(Nickname)....I- I think. My memory isn't all that great. I don't really remember much else in terms of family or friends."
The nurse tilted her head in concern, "Nothing at all?"
You shook your head. "Before I got hit...I remember standing in an unknown place. No memory then either."
Oh...that's something to think about. That's also very unusual. People don't just appear. You must have someone.
"Do you know what year it is?"
You tilted your head in thought, "2026?"
She raised a brow, "It's 1983, honey."
WOW, you were far off. Also, that doesn't sound right. You aren't sure why. It just doesn't. You were certain it's 2026.
"What month is it?"
"Um...July? July...uh, 6th?"
"It's November 26th, hun." The nurse says as she's starting to get more concerned now. If the hit didn't cause your lapse in memory, then what on earth did?
Okay, well, you were right on the 6 part. A couple of minutes pass before she leaves to get you some food. Before leaving, she asks you something.
There's also another problem. When you came to the hospital, you were wearing what one would call pajamas. Therefore, you had no kind of identification on you. No identification whatsoever.
This is going to be a doozy to deal with.
"Oh, the man who paid your medical bills is here. Would you like to speak with him?" Her smile was soft. She knew who was on the other side of that door. You didn't. But as she thought about it a little more, if you are telling the truth about the memory thing, you might not even know who he is.
You blinked.
Huh. You didn't think that person- guy- would actually still be here.
You shrugged, "Sure."
The nurse nods and opens the door, pressing her back against it while she calls the man inside.
The most beautiful man on earth walks into the hospital room. Big doe eyes, soft black curls, a cute pointy nose, and the softest-looking brown skin ever. When he walked in...it was like the room got brighter. His presence stole your breath away.
What you caught onto, however, is that he looks so...apologetic.
"I'm sorry, I'm so, so, so sorry for hitting you. I- I didn't even see you." His voice is so soft, filled with worry and sorrow. Those eyes bore into yours. But you aren't uncomfortable. You can't look away either.
Him. You know him. THAT you know. But from where? Is he a friend? Boyfriend? Relative is not on the table; you wouldn't be feeling butterflies in your stomach if he were.
"I- I paid for everything! You don't have to worry about a single thing; I promise! I- um...what's your name? I'm more than willing to take you home after this."
"I...my name is (nickname). But...I don't know where my home is. I don't remember anything." You look away from him and a little downward as you realize this.
Home. Do you have that? You sure as hell don't remember it. Well, you kind of do. But not really.
You don't remember where you live.
It- it has to be that neighborhood you were in. Somewhere in that area!
The man in front of you looked completely crushed. Oh god, did he cause that?! He didn't mean to!
"Oh no..." He gasped before his hand went to his mouth. "I'm so sorry..."
He didn't know what to say. What could he say? "Hey, sorry for not paying attention while driving a murder weapon that weighs 4,000 pounds and basically making you not remember your entire life up until this point."?
This is going to be a long week...
My theory is that actual time travel is a "You win some, you lose some" situation. A win: you get to go where you want to go (help Michael Jackson). You lose: You don't remember anything before you met him.
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I was (and still am) listening to Freak on a Leash by Korn, and it made me think of You (reader) and Michael just acting a fuggin fool
Play fights. Food fights. Water balloon/gun fights. All of it. Just out of nowhere. Everybody who knows you and him is just like
Pranks. On each other, the people he knows, whichever and whenever the moment strikes.
Irritating his siblings. At the same time. Intentionally. And then running off, giggling when they crash out.
He can be in the recording studio, and you are on the other side of the glass, dancing in the most stupid way possible to make him laugh. You have to be removed a lot.
They know whenever you two are close to each other and trying not to laugh...something is about to go wrong. Just not for them.
This can go for any era of Michael, but mainly the Bad era. Though, all this with Mature era is funny because that means you both have been agitating tf out of your loved ones for YEARS and don't plan on stopping.
You try to make each other laugh by seeing who can do the dumbest & craziest facial expression. If you're ever out in the crowd, he makes it his business to "not" look at you. 'Cause he knows what you're doing.
There's tons of videotapes of you guys just being plain dumb.
Everyone knows that when you two are nowhere to be found, you're either cuddling and being all mushy...or cutely planning someone's demise.
It doesn't matter who's the bad influence; what matters is that you both are two badass kids/gremlins who get on everybody's nerves.
I need fics with this kinda stuff in them. I might request a few fics from y'all, idk
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alright ngl I kinda rushed it I’m sorry if it sucks I wanted to make more but had no motivation 😞☹️ sorry. My headcannon has changed for Mandy I did want to show more of her relationship with Lou, and I do believe all the dolls are just ace, but Lou I wanted to make out both, since I do believe he would be conflicted with his emotions do to this 😊
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