#Like Petey has so many times where he fucks up but manages to do better even after all of that

[peteytheparrot]

How tf does Dogman manage to have a better redemption arc story then Hazbin Hotel

#Petey gets so much time to redeem himself into becoming a better person in a comic where shit and piss can come to life #Meanwhile Angel dust is just suddenly like guys…. I don’t want to do drugs this one time and I helped my friend once lol #And then heaven is like omg why ISNT he in heaven?!?! #WHY DOESNT HEAVEN KNOW WHAT MAKES SOMEONE GO TO HEAVEN???? HAS VIV READ THE BIBLE??????? #Anyway Dogman is a good kids book go read it lmfao #Like Petey has so many times where he fucks up but manages to do better even after all of that #And he even has the emo backstory too so ☠️☠️☠️ #hazbin hotel critical #I do like Hazbin btw but damn it’s so rushed and it makes me sad!!!! Why didn’t they spend the Episode time they had better tf #Like there are so many unnecessary characters tooooo like you really don’t have to make it this cluttered omg #But that’s unrelated lmao

[ladyshandioftheendless]

~KISS AU writings 51~

LAST PART BABIES!! This is gonna get SAD but I hope you all enjoy it!! Thanks for joining me on another crazy story ride! <3

~Shandi

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~SIREN AU Part 9~

Summary: With the love of his life gone, Ace is caught in a perpetual downward spiral. Only a miracle can save him now.. (told from Ace’s POV)

WARNING: IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE TO THE SUBJECT OF SUICIDE PLEASE READ WITH DISCRETION!!

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Tag list!: @smokeandmirrorz @slashscowboyboots @tanookikiss @misslivvie

I don’t want him to go. 

I wanna beg him not to. Plead with him to stay with me. 

I don't have any right to keep him from the sea though. That's his true home. Where he belongs. When he comes back inside I lock the cellar. I don’t wanna be drunk for our last night together. I cry and hold him tightly. Stroke his soft, fragrant hair. We kiss. We make love in the shower. We make love in my bed. My heart aches with the thought of losing him. I stay up all night and hold him while he sleeps, wishing the dawn wouldn't come.

But I can't stop the sun.

I wake up...and he's gone. There's only a note left on his pillow.

Ace~

I am sorry for leaving this way.

I do not have the strength to say goodbye.

Please know that I love you and I will never forget you.

Perhaps when the time is right we will see each other again.

Until then may my song remain in your heart.

Starfish

Under the note are sheets of music. Did he..write this for me..? Fuck. Fucking fuck. I clutch the papers against my chest and cry. All I can do is cry. He's really gone.

I've cut myself off from the outside. I haven't been in my studio in so long the equipment is collecting dust. Starfish was all the light..all the color in my world. Without him everything is dead and lifeless. I just drink. More than I ever have. When I black out at the very least I can still be with my Starfish in my dreams.

The alcohol doesn't last forever. I'm completely out in the span of only a few weeks. Fucking hell. I need more. Unfortunately for me I'm the only one who can get it. I'm sure as hell not gonna ask anyone else for help. So I grab my keys and head out.

It was a mistake.

It's dark and I can barely see where I'm going. I can't focus. There's a horn blaring. I'm blinded by bright headlights. I lose control. The rest is a blur.

~*~

The next time I wake up I'm in a bed..but it's definitely not my bed. Of course. I'm in the hospital. Because I drove straight into an oncoming car. I can't move, but there's pain. So much pain. How bad did I fuck myself up this time?

"So you're awake."

Is that..Petey's voice..? I can only move my eyes to look. Sure enough there he is sittin' beside my bed..and he looks pissed. Relieved too but mostly pissed. I can only manage a small noise.

"Don't try to talk. Your jaw's wired shut."

I widen my eyes. What?!

"Yeah that's right. Your jaw is one of the many things you broke during your little joyride. You fuckin' idiot. I've been tryin' to contact you for weeks..and the next thing I know, I'm hearin' about you in a head on collision on the news! What the hell were you thinkin' driving in such a fucked up state?! You're lucky you're not dead! Although you're probably gonna wish you were once they start forcin' you to detox. Get used to this view, Frehley. You're gonna be here for a while." I watch him pick up his jacket. "Relax I'm not dropping you. Visiting hours are over. I'll be back tomorrow."

He leaves me alone. Alone with my fucked up head. Physically and mentally. 

~*~

Recovery is far from a walk in the park. 

The pain is constant. If it isn’t my broken body it’s the withdrawal. Just to add insult to injury, it didn’t take long for my accident to become public. They say my career is over and that I should just retire with the tiny shreds of dignity I have left. I know Petey’s only being a friend by tryin’ to convince me they’re wrong, but are they? I mean..what could I possibly regain now? There’s no point in tryin’ to sugarcoat it. I have nothing left to live for..

After four grueling months I’m finally healed enough to go home. Petey has to plant false rumors about when I’m bein’ released so the reporters don’t descend on me like vultures. He’s still damn good at what he does. Still, it’s no happy homecoming. The house is just as empty as it was when I left it. I miss Starfish so damn much. I would’ve wanted nothin’ more than to see him here waiting for me. No such luck. As if the mock me, the sheet music Starfish left for me is right there on my kitchen counter. I just hold it against my chest and cry again. 

Another month passes. I fall off the wagon again.

Petey has the doorway to my wine cellar bricked up. It hard to think about stayin’ sober when there’s no reason to be. I look out at the sea and wonder where my Starfish might be. I can feel tears start to sting my eyes.  “I hate it so much here, Starfish..I wanna join you..” It would be wonderful to be like him. To not have a care in the world. To be part of the sea. Then I hear something. A soft sound far off in the distance. Is that..singing..? It has to be him. I’m sure of it! I turn over the sheet music and write a note to Petey. He’s been the only real friend I’ve ever had. I can’t leave him without an explanation. I tell him everything. Who ‘Paul’ really was. What happened at the last concert. Where I’m going. It won’t be easy for him to read but I’m sure he’ll understand in time. I’ve had it with this world. It’s time for me to go. 

~*~

It’s still difficult to walk but I’m not gonna let that stop me. I pull my patio door open and walk out onto the beach. As I move closer to the sea I can hear Starfish’s captivating voice. He’s calling to me. He wants me with him. I rid myself of my clothes and walk straight into the rising surf. The water is cold. It cuts into my skin like a million knives. I don’t care. I see him waiting. He’s smiling at me. He takes my hands and pulls me under the water with him. 

‘Starfish..my Starfish..’ I cling to him tightly, wrapping my legs around his tail. ‘I’ve missed you so much, baby.. I never wanna be without you again.’

“And I do not wish to be without you~” 

‘Wait..you can hear me..?’

“I hear your thoughts as clearly as my own~” 

‘T-then you heard...’

“I am sorry, my love. I could not return to you until I was ready. I have trained my power for this very moment.” 

The shell Starfish is wearing around his neck glows brightly, lighting up the ocean around us. It’s warm..and comforting. 

“My love..will you accept the gift I offer to you? Will you spend the rest of your days with me beneath the waves? Consider carefully. Once I do this, it cannot be undone. Any human friends you have..you will likely never see them again.” 

I already know what my answer is. ‘Wherever you are, Starfish..that’s where I wanna be.’

The shell glows brighter, enveloping me with its light. There’s no pain. There’s only warmth. I can feel myself changing. I watch claws extend from my now webbed fingers. Scales appear along my arms and across my chest. My teeth are now pointed fangs. As my new gills start to work I no longer feel the growing pressure in my lungs. I can breathe! I look down to see that I now have a shimmering blue tail..and it’s the most beautiful sight~

“There..it is done~” 

I look at him and smile. “Thank you, Starfish~ I shoulda known you’d never abandon me. I promise, baby..I’ll make it work this time. I’ll make myself better for you. I wanna be the man you deserve~” He just wraps his arms around me and holds me tightly. “My darling..you always have been~ I knew when I washed up on your shore that it could not have been a coincidence. It was fate~” 

“I believe it now~” 

We share a kiss and swim off into the depths together. My Starfish and me. Sirens of the deep. Lovers of music. Soul mates~

~END~

#I didn't mean to break your heart #StarChild the Siren~ #Shandi's drabbles #KISS AU writings #the ending is happy I promise! #tw: suicidal thoughts

[puckinghell]

48 of winter writings w b boeser 😉

we don’t like each other, but we’re at a mutual friend’s Christmas party and we keep getting caught under the mistletoe together

—

“My tactic tonight is going to be avoiding him until he leaves,” you tell Jake, and Jake frowns.

“You know my apartment isn’t that big, right?” 

“No, but you certainly put up enough decorations for me to hide behind.” You pull on the garland that’s hanging on Jake’s kitchen cabinets. “How do you open these?” 

Jake shrugs. “I never open those anyway, I just use paper plates.” He circles right back to the original topic, not letting you deflect. “Why don’t you like him?”

There’s a lot of reasons you don’t like Brock Boeser. 

1. He’s very present. You’d think that wouldn’t be a problem for you, because you’re friends with Jake, of all people, but Brock is a different kind of present. It’s not the volume of his voice, or how often he uses it, it’s that he just attracts attention by being, with his golden locks and lopsided smile. 

2. That being said, no one with hair that good should be trusted. 

3. He’s also very good at getting under your skin. Like, seriously. Somehow manages to push all your buttons, get to all your pressure points, and he loves doing it. 

But that’s too much to explain to Jake, so you shrug, and take the bottle of wine that Jake hands you from the fridge. 

“He answered the door and said, ‘oh, it’s you’, then walked away. He doesn’t like me either, Jake. Some people are just not meant to be friends.” 

“Bullshit,” Jake says. “You two are perfect for each other. You’re complete opposites. And opposites attract.” 

“Or they crash,” you tell him. “Let it go, Jake.”

Jake stubbornly crosses his arms, watches as you go to take a sip of your wine, then says: “I’ll let it go once you’ve kissed and not a second before that” and you nearly spray your wine all over the kitchen. 

“Jake,” you hiss, “that better not be why this entire apartment is filled with mistletoe or so help me God….” 

Jake just grins at you and leaves the kitchen, and you decide you need a new best friend. 

–

You were already planning to avoid Brock, but now that you know that Jake is trying to set you up, you turn it up to a whole new level. 

However, Jake’s apartment is small, and there’s a lot of guys in here, all of whom are also friends with Brock. 

“Petey, I was just telling about the time you… Oh, hi, Y/N.” Brock comes into vision, swinging his arm around Elias. “Did you get a haircut?” 

Defensively, you cross your arms. “What’s wrong with my hair?” 

Petey sighs and Brock rolls his eyes. “I didn’t say… Whatever. You’re so dramatic.” 

“Dramatic?” you repeat, feeling your annoyance grow, and Petey slips from under Brock’s arm.

“You’re dealing with this without me,” he states, then pushes Brock towards you. Petey looks up, above you, then, and suddenly he’s grinning. “Oh look,” he says innocently, “mistletoe.” 

Instantly, you narrow your eyes at him. “Jake got to you.” 

Petey is still laughing as he walks away, not in the least impressed with your scowl, and Brock sighs.

“Well, it is tradition…” 

“In your dreams, bud,” you tell him, and you go to find Jake to tell him that he’s an idiot.

–

The next mistletoe incident happens when you’re considerably drunker, and a lot less quick on your feet.

“Where do I find a boyfriend, Jake?” you whine. You’re leaning in the door to the kitchen and Jake is rummaging the fridge for more beers. “Why do I always have to spend Christmas alone?” 

“You don’t have to spend Christmas alone. I told you to come to my place,” Jake says, his head still in the fridge. 

You snort. “Yeah, sure, bet your girlfriend would love that.” 

Jake takes his head out of the fridge, slams it shut and crosses his arms. “You wanna know why you don’t have a boyfriend?” 

“Why?” 

“Because you’re too busy being into Brock and pretending you’re not.” 

“I’m not into...” you start protesting, but Jake cuts you off. 

“Oh my God, yes you are! You’re always talking about him, you’re always looking at him when you think I don’t notice, and one time I got you drunk on tequila and you admitted that he’s really hot.” 

You cross your arms defensively. “I don’t remember that.”

It earns you an eye roll from Jake. “You don’t remember a lot about that night, but I do. If you would just get over your stupid idea that he doesn’t like you, you could...” 

“Tuna, the beers were on the balcony!” Brock comes bursting into the kitchen, but stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, and the frustrated look on Jake’s face. “Never mind,” he says, and he starts backtracking. 

Jake, however, seems to finally have enough. 

“Boes, Y/N thinks you’re hot, and she likes you. Y/N, the very first thing Brock asked me after he met you was if you had a boyfriend and if he’d be your type. Do with that information what you will, but for fuck’s sake, stop using me as your middle man! Also, there’s mistletoe above your heads, so kiss, or beat each other to death with it. I don’t really care, at this point.” 

Jake storms out of the kitchen and it’s eerily quiet, for a second. Your head is spinning and you’re not quite sure what you just heard. 

“Did you really...” 

“Do you think...” Brock says at the same time, and you both stop, letting the awkward silence return. He sighs, and gestures at you to talk first. 

“Do you hate me?” you blurt out. Instantly, Brock’s face turns into a confused frown. 

“Of course not,” he says, “I never... Why would you think that?” 

And, well, now that you think about it, there maybe a small chance that you’ve always twisted his words a little, always assumed there was some hidden meaning behind them, when in reality Brock has never been mean. He has been good at pushing your buttons, and that’s not something you’re used to: not many people are able to look through you like that. 

“Do you really think I’m hot?” 

You finally look up at Brock and he’s smirking at you with a knowing look, as if he knows the answer to that question. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks and fix your gaze on the floor. 

Two black sneakers make their way into your field of vision.

“You know,” says Brock, and he sounds a lot closer now. “There is mistletoe above our heads...” When you look up, he adds, with a cheeky grin: “I know, I know, in my dreams, right? But, you know, I could just close my eyes and we could pretend I’m asleep...”

“You’re so annoying,” you interrupt, but this time your voice is fond and you’re smiling, and when Brock leans down, you push up on your toes and kiss him.

There’s no reason to break tradition, after all. 

#Anonymous #brock boeser #winter prompts

[stcky-rogers]

just friends | eight

summary: bucky barnes, now a successful record executive, confessed his unrequited feelings for his best friend. ten years later, he returns home for the holidays when his plans to go to paris fall through. stuck in brooklyn with his crazy family and an egotistical pop star, bucky tries to get himself out of the friendzone. movie au, just friends

pairings: bucky barnes x reader

warnings: language, slight bullying (kids are mean), injuries, mentions of blood, and some fluff.

seven

after hanging up the phone, you quickly scooped morgan into your arms, softly chuckling at the sight in front of you. your little sister had somehow managed to spill brownie batter onto herself. it was plastered in dark locks and parts of her face. 

you placed the brownies in the oven before looking back at your sister, perched on your hip. you sighed as she pouted up at you, “well, kiddo, i think we should get you cleaned up before dad and pepper get back.” you voiced, making your way into one of the bathrooms. 

after running the water and checking the temperature, you placed morgan in the tub and sat on the floor of the bathroom. you carefully washed away the brownie batter from her hair and face, singing softly to her. in the midst of your singing, morgan splashed you with water, bursting into a fit of giggles as she did so. you gasped as the warm water hit your skin and playfully glared at her. 

after finishing up the quick bath, you wrapped morgan in a towel and dried her off. your mind began to wonder, what could you have possibly done to drive bucky away? you thought everything had been okay between the two of you and suddenly, he left without saying goodbye, he changed his number, and never tried to contact you. you didn’t have clue where he could have gone, that is, until you saw him on television a few years ago. 

you had invited steve, peggy, and their twins over for a play date with morgan. the kids had tired themselves out earlier that day and were fast asleep in your bedroom. you were sat downstairs on the couch, your head resting on your hand as you stared at the tv with a bored expression.

the met gala had been premiering on television that night and there was nothing better to watch, so the three of you decided to settle on it. you fixed some drinks before tuning in to watch the gala. 

you and peggy had been commenting on the dresses many of the celebrity women were wearing as steve snorted and sipped his drink. you chuckled at your friend and turned your attention back to the screen. 

and there he was, eyes still that same vibrant, captivating blue. he no longer looked like the bucky you knew. he stood tall, confidence reeking from him as he shifted his gaze from the cameras. you choked on your drink as his gaze shifted from the camera to his right to the camera right in front of him. it was like he was staring directly at you as a smirk grew on his face. 

your breath had gotten caught in your throat as you stared back at the screen. 

in the very back of your mind you could hear your name being called, but you were stuck in a trance. your best friend, correction, your ex-best friend was attending the fucking met gala. the same person you had grown up with and knew all of your secrets was walking the red carpet, less than an hour from where you lived. 

a light touch to your shoulder caused you to snap out of your thoughts and turn your attention to a very concerned steve. his hand gripped your shoulder softly as his brows pulled together in a slight frown, “are you okay?” his voice finally getting through to you and pulling you out of your reverie. you smiled weakly, “i'm great.” you sipped your drink. 

steve knew you weren’t but decided not to press on the issue and returned to his position next to peggy.

you felt a small hand press against your cheek and pair of dark eyes staring back at you, a small frown placed on her features, “you did it, again.” she warned and you smiled softly at the five year old. “i'm sorry, i was just thinking about something.” morgan grinned in response before dressing herself with some help and running back downstairs. 

following after her, you stopped in tracks at the sight in front you. squealing, you hurried down the rest of the steps and quickly wrapped your arms around your little brother. “petey!” you sighed into his hair. “can’t breathe,” he managed in your tight hug. quickly loosening your arms, you smiled before frowning and giving your brother a light shove. 

“i thought you wouldn’t be coming back until after christmas.” you watched as peter’s face flushed and he stammered over his words. “i decided to surprise everyone. surprise.” you shook your head. you felt a light tug on your skirt and looked down to see morgan holding a book in her hands. peter swept her up into his arms and planted kisses all over her cheeks. 

the timer you had set on the stove went off and you pulled the brownies out of the oven. you set them on the counter to cool before you began cleaning and putting things away. once you were finished, you started cutting the brownies. 

“peter!” you heard morgan exclaim in between her fit of giggles. you smiled at the two before peter turned his attention to you, “go relax, i’ve got her.” you were about to speak when peter cut you off, “seriously, go.” he smiled before pointing up the stairs. setting down the brownie cutter and raising your hands in defense, you planted a kiss on morgan’s cheek and gave peter a quick hug before heading up to your room. 

changing out of your clothes and into an oversized shirt, you climbed into bed and you could hear a little whine as you were about to slip under the blankets. peering over the side of the bed, you looked down to see the chocolate lab staring up at you. sighing, you leaned down to pick him up, placing him in the bed with you, he plopped down on your stomach and soon fell asleep with you not too far behind.

when you had woken the next morning it was due to the sun seeping in through the small cracks in your curtains. you groaned before flipping on to your stomach and burying your face in the pillows in a hopeless attempt to fall back asleep. after a few moments of tossing and turning, you sighed before tossing the blanket off of your body and making your way downstairs. 

following the sounds of giggles and music, you figured peter had woken up and started on breakfast. reaching the last step, your eyes landed on bucky and morgan, sitting on top of the counter with their backs facing you, sipping out of mugs. 

you softly called out to your sister and she turned her gaze to you, squealing as bucky helped her off of the counter and ran to you. you returned her hug and brushed her hair out of her face. you pulled back slightly, “morgan, sweetie, what did we say about opening the door?” you asked, briefly glancing up at bucky as he stared back at you. 

“that i’m not allowed to open them.” she stated and you nodded, “that’s right, do you know how bucky got in?” you asked softly and bucky cleared his throat. “she didn’t let me in, peter did. he wanted to get a shower in and asked me to watch her for a bit.” morgan gave you a pointed look and you ruffled her hair. standing up, you made your way over to the coffee pot and fixed yourself a cup. 

you turned to face bucky, hands bringing your mug to your lips. “so, ice skating, huh?” you smirked behind your cup and bucky rolled his eyes. “look, i swear i’m better than i was ten years ago.” you laughed and bucky rolled his eyes again, “oh, you think i’m joking?” he asked and you rapidly nodded. 

you set your mug on the counter and faced bucky, “of course i do! you couldn’t skate to save your life when we were kids, i guarantee nothing has changed.” you joked and bucky looked down at his feet.

“things change over time,” he shrugged, a smirk pulling at his lips. you smiled to yourself and shook your head. at that moment, peter came bounding down the stairs, nearly tripping over himself as entered the kitchen. smiling at your brother, you ran your hand down bucky’s arm, causing him to shiver.

“i hope you have room for two more.” you bit your lip before rushing upstairs to get ready. 

when bucky had suggested on going on another date, he definitely didn’t mean for it to turn into a stark family outing. but, here he was, embarrassing himself, not only in front of you, but your siblings as well. but, morgan and peter were ahead of the two of you, having fun on their own.

pulling himself off of the ice with a grunt, bucky looked over at you as you bit your lip. “are you sure you’re as good as you say you are?” 

a scoff slipped past bucky’s lips, “i am, it’s just, i’m no good in rental skates.” he sighed. you chuckled, moving in front of him and spinning around to face him, peeking over your shoulder. “you’ve always been such a show off,” bucky grumbled, struggling to keep his balance. you shrugged, “nah, i’m just a natural.” you joked, a smile formed on bucky’s lips before he lost his balance completely and kissed the ground once again. 

“these goddamn rental skates,” bucky grumbled. you leaned down to help pull him to his feet instead bucky brushed you off before standing on his on. “i’ve got it,” he snapped and you nodded before shoving your hands in your pockets. 

you two began to slowly moved around the ice, watching everyone zoom past the two of you. “so, how’s the love life?” bucky asked, glancing over at you. 

you chuckled, “almost nonexistent.” bucky quirked a brow at you and you rolled your eyes. “bruce and i broke up about a year ago,” you shrugged. 

“another dick?” bucky asked and you mocked him with a roll of your eyes. “i’m just saying, that was pretty much your type in high school.” 

“well, i grew out of that,” and it was the truth. “bruce was really sweet and different, but i don’t think it was in the cards for us.” you informed him and he nodded in understanding. 

“what about you?” you asked, silently dreading asking the question. bucky shook his head, “no, just been dating. i’m looking for my soulmate.” he shrugged and you let out a howl of laughter, causing him to smile. 

“i take it you didn’t buy that?” your laughter died down and you looked up at him, “not one bit. but, maybe you should try harder.” bucky bit his lip as he stared down at you. 

he grabbed your arm and pulled you into him. your chest colliding and your breath mixing with his. “or i could try this,”he whispered as he leaned down, your breath getting caught in your throat as you leaned into him. 

and suddenly someone was knocking into you, causing the two of you to fall in opposite directions. you pushed yourself into a sitting position as familiar faces appeared in front of you. “miss stark!” they all exclaimed. pushing yourself on to your feet, they all wrapped their arms around you to give you a hug and you smiled. you saw bucky pushing himself into a standing position and making his way towards you. you introduced the students to bucky, explaining to him you’re their substitute from time to time. somehow you managed to get yourself and bucky into an extremely intense game of hockey and your team wasn’t doing too well. 

a kid came by and whacked bucky in the shin with the hockey stick. letting out a hiss of pain, bucky shouted, “he hacked me!” the kid glared in response and skated over to bucky before throwing down their hockey stick and hitting bucky. bucky twisted his body to block the hits and the ref came over to break up the fight. 

“what the hell are you doing? she’s just a child.” bucky frowned as he stared down at the child in front of him.

bucky panted, “you’re a girl?” she rolled her eyes before picking up her hockey stick and skating away. 

“pussy!” she called over shoulder and bucky huffed before huddling up with his team.

“we’re getting our asses kicked out there!” one the kids stated and every one except you began to point out bucky’s faults and degrade him. 

“hey!” you called, “that is unacceptable, bucky is trying his best.” you scolded and bucky would be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on. 

“sorry, miss stark. he’s just terrible.” bucky grumbled before removing himself from the huddle.

everything had happened so quickly, bucky began knocking the children over as he moved toward the goal, in the distance he could hear you shouting at him to stop, but he was in competitive mode and there was no getting through to him. preparing himself for the shot to finally put his team on the scoreboard, bucky swung his hockey stick, sending the puck soaring as it connected with the top of the goal. the puck ricocheted off the goal and smacked bucky in the face causing him to land flat on his back. 

the ambulance arrived quickly, strapping bucky into the stretcher as he lay unconscious. you followed the paramedics up to the hill and looked down at bucky on the stretcher as blood pooled from his mouth. you fainted at the sight, luckily another paramedic was there to catch you and when you gained consciousness, you gasped at the sight. 

“thor?” 

he gave a deep chuckle, “well, if it isn’t little miss stark.” he smirked.

nine

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[prorevenge]

More ProRevenge from the radio business.

The ProRevenge post that I made yesterday, about the radio business, was well-received. Someone asked me if I had any other stories from radio. This is the only other one that I could think of. It is more about my colleague Petey than about me.

I hope it qualifies as professional level revenge. At the time, it felt pretty pro. THIS IS A VERY LONG STORY.

Here we go:

Once upon a time, when terrestrial radio was popular, Brian was was one-half of a radio morning show. You know the kind that I am talking about, two pleasant personalities giving weather reports, rehashing entertainment gossip and playing a song or two.

I was the advertising sales manager for the station that broadcast his morning show.

Brian came to us from a larger city. Before working with us, he was an entry-level on-air person, doing overnight radio deejay shifts on the weekends and copying commercials from CDs so that they could be put on the air. This kind of job is the lowest position that a person could hold at a radio station. The position has since been replaced by technology.

It is important to understand that geography is critical when understanding the career level and prestige of an on-air and/or radio programming job. A job in a larger city (or most accurately described, a larger media market) usually pays more, has more listeners and is a more prestigious position.

As I mentioned before, Brian came to us from a larger city, which we will call BigVille. When you see BigVille, think LA, NYC, Chicago or San Francisco. The actual city doesn’t matter for this story.

Our station group is in, shall we say, MiddleBurg. My city is in flyover country but is hardly a sleepy little town. Cities like mine are San Antonio, Cincinnati, Salt Lake City and Jacksonville.

Brian’s transition to his job with my company was a huge step up in actual job title. He went from part-time lackey to full-time morning show radio personality. To make that jump, he moved down in market size from BigVille to MiddleBurg.

Brian’s boss, the station program director, was a guy named Petey. He was responsible for everything that was on the air, except commercials (which was my job), including personalities and music.

I think that his peaceful and kind personality was created by the fact that he and his wife had five kids at home. He was used to dealing with strong personalities and emotional conflict. In many tough professional situations, Petey was like the opposite of a catalyst. When he showed up things usually calmed down.

He was also a great person, evidenced by the fact that three of his five kids were adopted out of a foster care.

Over time, it became clear that Brian didn’t like nor respect Petey. It started with little snide comments to coworkers about so-called stupid decisions that he made. Brian’s familiar refrain was, “that’s not how we did it in BigVille.”

Brian made multiple attempts to get Petey fired. He would come into my office and say things like, “Petey’s decided to [insert managerial decision], don’t you think that this a terrible idea. This would never happen in BigVille?” I always just responded by deferring to Petey.

Eventually, it devolved into Brian screaming at Petey on a regular basis. He would get angry about something and unleash his fury. There were multiple instances where he stomped off and told Petey to go fuck himself, that he quit and was going back to BigVille. Brian would cool off and come back a few hours later.

At Petey’s urging, everyone acted as if nothing had happened. “He just needed to vent,” Petey explained.

Through it all, Petey was patient with Brian. The morning show performed fairly well, had many listeners and got good ratings. My sales staff sold gobs of commercials at good rates. We all made money. Petey was content to let Brian be a raging monster to him as long as he performed on air.

The thing is, though, his morning show wasn’t actually that good. It performed well in the ratings because there wasn’t much competition in this particular radio format. That changed a few years later when a competing station put a popular syndicated national program on the air against Brian.

His ratings immediately began to crumble. What was once a dominant morning show in the target demographic, was now facing stiff competition.

It was unclear if Brian even noticed the change. My sales staff and I noticed it. Demand sets prices and we suddenly had a lower-demand product that was selling at lower rates with fewer customers.

Eventually, my boss noticed and it was decided among the group of managers (including Petey and I) that a change needed to be made. If this had been corporate radio then Brian and his on-air partner would have been out-on-their-asses. Fortunately, this was a privately held company and the owners cared about people. They were willing to figure out a way to keep both morning show hosts on staff, including Brian, at current salaries, doing other on-air jobs somewhere else in the cluster of radio stations.

There was a window of weeks in which the managers knew that the morning show was going to change, but we weren’t sure to what the new programming was going to be. Only the management team knew about the impending change. Brian wasn't aware of his impending reassignment.

During this window, one morning, immediately after his morning show ended at 9, Brian went to Petey’s office to discuss the weekend remote schedule.

Remote broadcasts (simply referred to as remotes) are one way that a radio personality can make extra money. You have probably heard them on air: Hey there, this is Chickenboy, broadcasting live from Salmonella Chrysler, Ford, Jeep...etc.

For remote broadcasts, the advertiser pays the personality a talent fee. At the time, the hourly rate was $100. So, a deejay could do a two-hour remote, sitting around at a car dealership, bullshitting with the sales guys, and walk away with $200.

Most weekends there were five or six remotes. Petey was in charge of assigning talent to each remote. He tried to keep things as fair as possible so that all of his deejays had a chance to make extra money. Brian often lobbied for more than his fair share, and often got it

One Tuesday, after Petey had just assigned remotes for the following weekend, Brian stomped into his office, which was two doors down from mine. He demanded to know why he wasn’t getting more remotes. Petey calmly explained that he already had two of the six scheduled remotes for the weekend. That wasn’t good enough for him.

Brian then walked to my offices and said something like, “Don’t you think that the station advertisers would prefer to have a top morning show personality doing their remote instead of some random nighttime deejay? That is how we did it in BigVille.”

I replied, “Assigning remote talent is Petey’s responsibility. He will make good decisions for the advertisers and the station.”

He harrumphed, shot out of my office, and flew back to Petey’s, slamming the door.

From my office, two doors down, I heard him scream, “Fuck this. You are an idiot. I fucking quit. I'll go back to BigVille.”

He tore out of Petey’s office, through the front reception area and out toward the parking lot into the station-provided dealer demo car that he was driving around as part of an advertising promotion.

I gently walked over to Petey’s office and poked my head in.

“He’s just venting, right?” I said to Petey.

Petey replied, calmly, “You heard everything he said? You heard him say that he quit.”

“I am pretty sure half of the building heard it.”

Petey requested, “Could you follow me down to the business office?”

“Sure.” I knew what was about to happen.

We walked down to visit with the person in charge of Human Resources, Dolores.

“Brian just gave his resignation to me, verbally in my office. He heard it,” pointing to me. “Is there any additional paperwork that we need to do in order to formalize this?”

Dolores said that it would be best if Petey wrote a memo to Brian, describing what happened in the office, and formally accepting his resignation on behalf of the company.

Then, Dolores began the process of separating Brian from the company. She turned off his access key code to the building and turned off his company email.

Petey prepared the memo.

I wish that I had been at the station when Brian returned. Unfortunately, I was away on a sales call. Here is what Petey and the station receptionist told me:

Brian showed up a few hours after the blow up, like normal. He tried to enter the building through an employee-only side door. His code didn’t work.

He marched around to the front of the building and through the main, public door. Inside of the reception area, he tried his code again, to get through the door into the employee area. The code didn’t work. “Fuck!”

The receptionist called Petey. He flew up to the front with memo in hand.

In the reception area, in front of the receptionist, Petey said, “Brian, your resignation has been accepted. This memo is for you. Would you please sign here that you received it?”

Brian was dumbfounded. He signed the paper acknowledging receipt, still not saying a word.

“We will need the keys to the dealer demo that you have been driving.” Petey continued.

Brian detached the key from his ring and handed it over.

“We will box up all personal items in your desk and in the car and overnight it to you. Should I send it to your current address or somewhere in BigVille?"

Brian said "current," a tear welling in his eye.

The receptionist called him a cab.

Brian sat in front of the station office building, crying, until his cab arrived.

—

Brian tried to get another on-air job in our town but I don’t think that he ever got anything. I have no idea where he is or what he is doing.

His former on-air partner is still working on-air, doing afternoons on a different station.

We replaced Brian’s show with a better show. The ratings recovered.

The car promotion moved to afternoons. The afternoon drive deejay gratefully drove the dealer demo car around for three months.

(source) (story by radioburner9988)

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Spiderman: Homecoming Can Suck My Fucking Dick.

Holy Shit. Where do I even start with this film? I wanted to like it a lot. I was intrigued by the casting of Tom Holland as Spider Man. He came off well in the Marvel Civil War movie, I remember thinking to myself; “Hey! His part was funny! Just the right amount of awkward, slash, comical that I instantly recognize as Spider Man. Awesome!” Now, I usually have doubts about any superhero adaption since the hit to miss ratio is all over the place, but this I thought could work quite nicely.  I saw the trailer, and like the little whore that I am, it got me wet. Wet hot with sexual anticipation. The CGI looked impressive. The action sequences looked crisp and innovative, the tone of the shots were dark and brooding. I expected drama, emotion and a plot-line that, although may not be the most original, could perhaps come through with some good acting and a tight script; with some inspired direction thrown in for good measure. This was the package I was creating for myself in my brain. My golden goose's egg.  And, much like Verruca Salt, I made a big song and dance about it to everyone, throwing glitter and sheets of colored plastic all over the room. But also like Verruca Salt, I also got hit with the trap door. A trap door that golden eggs get shat down, and so do we, right along with em; to burn for all eternity while Gene Wilder laughs at our scorched bodies.  First off, let's start with the tone of the movie. It doesn't have one. It has no idea what kind of movie it wants to be. It's got this light hearted vibe when Spidey is around that feels completely alien to the murky goings on of the Vulture. You get scenes where Peter Parker is walking through the school, drooling over hot girls in the most forced and gormless way. (SPOILER: Most of the film is of Tom Holland looking gormless at everyone around him.) Juxtaposed with Michael Keaton straight up killing people in the most nonchalant way possible. It's kind of infuriating, it was like there were two movies going on in tandem and neither of them had any particular relevance to the other. I must say, Michael Keaton gave a fairly decent performance, but he could have been used so much better. I saw Birdman recently (something I couldn't ignore as a massive, quite probably intended irony of Keaton's career) and I was impressed. I had problems with that film too (But I'll leave that for another review) but overall the acting was really fucking solid. Like I say, I was impressed. But obviously, good acting doesn't matter anymore for films like this. I honestly thought the newer incarnations of Batman would have taught a lesson to the makers of these kinds of movies. But obviously not.  Let's get to Peter. Peter is the most insufferable character ever. He's meant to be very smart, yet doesn't use his brain once. Not only does he not use his brain to problem solve, but he doesn't use it for introspection at all. The amount of times he puts other people's lives at risk in this movie is astounding. If this feature of the plot was used as a tool to move Peter's character forward as he matures into a new and exciting world, I can forgive this whole problem. In fact, that's kind of what I wanted to see. Progression. But it never comes. Spider Man sees bad guys robbing the bank. He attacks, not even stopping when he realizes they have incredibly powerful weapons. He carries on and ends up blowing up a deli over the street of a man that earlier in the movie is established, that he knows. Not once does he show any remorse for this horrible incident. He ruined a man's career, livelihood, and potentially could have killed him if he happened to live above the shop.

In another instance, Parker sees bad guys driving; he attacks them on the highway where loads of other people could die from all the high tech weapons going off at high speeds. He knew the types of weapons they had but did it anyway. He could have followed them to their destination, found out where the base was, who was involved in the organization and work out a plan. He could even find out the buyers if he cased them for a few weeks. But this thought never crosses Peters mind. It's just attack all problems in the face until they die. I mean fuck, this is a whiz kid of physics and science, some of the most logical shit ever. Yet he can't even think up a simple fucking plan to take on his enemies? Honestly, it's so hard to relate to Peter in this movie. You'd have to be some kind of autistic sociopath in order to find him tolerable. After a while Tony Stark comes along. Fuck me, Robert Downey Jr. couldn't give one flying fuck about this movie. And it showed like hell. His whole character in the film was just him playing himself not caring in various tropical places. I honestly believe Tony Stark represented how little of a fuck the writers and director cared about this film. He was a direct mouthpiece for the writers of the movie to say “fuck you” to the audience. Honestly, every time Parker fucked up, Tony would say “Oi, Parker, stop fuckin around!” but never explains why. He never says “Hey, you could have killed people back there! Are you insane?” instead he half asses his reasons and when Parker questions him on it he just says “because I said so.” Like fuck, you'd think after the first time Spidey fucks up, that's the time to sit down and talk. Jesus Christ should you even wait for a first-time-fuck-up in this scenario? Tony Stark, one of the smartest men alive, waits for Spidey to fuck up three times, THREE TIMES, with the third seeing spider man nearly sinking a whole ship of people due to his negligence. Hundreds would have died. It's incredible.

So, Iron Man finally gives some punishment after this. He takes away Parkers new shiny Stark Spidey Suit, to which Parker says “I'm nothing without that suit!” to which Stark replies; “if you're nothing without this suit, you don't deserve it.” or something to that effect. Instead of Peter having a moment of clarity and saying “fuck, people nearly died, I nearly died. Maybe I need to switch up my game and show Iron Man I'm more mature than this. Show I can use some strategy and grow into this role I'm destined to have and finally use my genius brain to devise a plan.” Nope. That's wishful thinking partner and you can get shot around here for that kinda talk.  Instead what we get is Parker learning nothing, and him creating some kind of device that allows him to go out and fuck up even faster and directly than before. They use some kind of tracker map to find the Vulture, who is breaking into an airplane full of Stark weapons. An Iron Suit included. Now, what the actual fuck? I don't know if the Vulture knows this, but Iron Man can remotely control his suits. If one were stolen, you can bet your bottom dollar he'd activate it and cane your operation into next week. But the Vulture MUST have known that, since he remotely controlled his own mechanical wings to try and kill Parker earlier in the movie. So what in the actual fuck is this man doing? He's inviting Iron Man into his lair. Willingly. It's the most stupid thing ever. It also gives so little motivation for Parker to do anything about the situation. Once he realizes it's Stark tech, he should have left. Because Parker also knows Iron Man remotely controls his suits, there's a whole scene that points this out near the beginning of the film for fuck's sake. The Vulture would have been a goner immediately upon the knowledge of the hijacking. It's easily the most retarded part of the film.   So Spidey decides to go all-in despite knowing Iron Man could easily kill this guy remotely and nearly ends up causing this plane to crash all over the city, no doubt killing thousands of people. In fact, an engine falls out while they're fighting on the plane's wings. Parker shows no regard for that at all. No remorse for the people that no doubt were killed by the falling debris. Fortunately, Spidey manages to use his webs to bend the out-of-control plane wing and steer them to safety. (Well, he crashes the plane into a sandbank.) He takes down the Vulture and leaves him tangled at the scene old school Spidey style, with a note to boot. Wow. How amazing. And he did it all without his shiny suit! He overcame so many obstacles and shortcomings, we really went on a journey there with old Petey boy there. Oh wait, that was the film I was daydreaming about while I was being shat on by this movie. Upon Stark learning of this situation, he instantly has Spider Man brought to the new headquarters of the Avengers, where he was about to announce Spider Man as a new, key member, along with an even better shiny suit. Like, what? Seriously? This kid needs a dressing down, not a new three piece. But it doesn't come. All we get is Parker declining the offer, you get a mild sense that he realizes that he's in over his head, and maybe this is all a bit much for him. But it's not really expressed very well. It all feels so odd and disjointed. I mean here we have Iron Man, the guy who cared about people dying from collateral damage in Civil War; who hunted down the Winter Soldier because he was a danger to the public, (who also for some reason killed Tony's parents,) caused a rift with the current most powerful heroes and his teammates, as he also wanted them to register their identities to an official data base to help reign them in and hold them accountable. Yet for some reason Tony couldn't give the time of day to say “Hey kid, tone it down you're getting crazy out there.”  I'll stop ragging on the film soon, but before I do, I want to mention the love interest. This was one of the most wooden romances I've ever seen. No chemistry. She was called Lizzy. It turns out Mary Jane is the other sarcastic girl who makes the closest things to jokes in the movie. Which I liked, but they didn't do nearly enough with. Again, there was an opportunity for him to grow with this character, have his attention turned to MJ, have him realize this Lizzy girl was a bit vacuous and boring, while this other girl was interesting and fun. But again it didn't happen. Instead, Lizzy moves away because of plot reasons that I won't give away, and MJ is merely hinted at as the new romance for the next film. Which is fucking boring. Honestly, it's so dull. I hated all the romance scenes. I wanted to like them, I mean shit, the girl was so hot. They even get an ass shot of her in her bikini. I was like “wow these are meant to be 15-year-old kids, what are they thinking? Isn’t this inappropriate for a kids movie?” (They are not 15-year-old kids, just to clarify. But for the plot, they were). They could have used this screen time to have Peter reflecting on his Uncle Ben, or bonding with his Aunty. Who, in my opinion, should have been told about the Spider Man thing. I think her knowing earlier in the film would have been a good dynamic to use. He should have told her right away after his first fuck up. I know it might deviate from traditional Spider Man lore, but as a film, it would've been a much more interesting watch. Aunt May is such a central figure to the Spider Man universe, as is the Uncle Ben storyline, but neither are given any sort of focus. Overall this film is garbage. In true Warski style, it was Garbage. Full on trash. I hated Guardians of the Galaxy less, and that's saying something. That is really saying something. Because that movie was awful. For Spider Man I have to say: the overall plot was good, but there were so many missed opportunities that it became more like a midlife crisis by the end. The choices to make for this story seemed so obvious, it was almost like they were purposefully not taking the logical steps in the narrative in order to make this movie as painful as possible. (Because the razor wire they'd jammed way up in your ass, to the tune of £13.50 for 3D, just wasn't quite painful enough.) Fuck this movie, nobody should see it, I hope it fucking bombs in the box office. Which it won't because, like the little whores that we are, we're all just gonna fan-boy for Spidey like we always do. I honestly regret spending money on this. Don't even buy the DVD, it's not worth it.

Before I go I need to mention something else; humor. Peter was not funny. He had moments of fun, sure. But he was not funny. Peter Parker is witty. He is known for wit, not fun. Again, this could have been used as a plot device to show his coping mechanism for dealing with such raw shit all the time. He exudes wit and comedy in the face of danger, then behind closed doors doubts himself. Like fuck, is a 15-16 year old really meant to be doing this shit? Getting involved in weapon trafficking and the criminal world after his Uncle Ben being shot and killed? As an aside, thank god they didn't make us re-live Uncle Ben's death. I was glad they kept that as a past event that we didn't need to see. One of the few good touches of the film. You could say it was like wiping just a bit of shit off your arse with your finger. There's not quite as much shit there anymore, but now it's on your finger, so. There you go.  So, what's my ultra biased and not subjective at all, star rating for this film? 1.5 out of 5. Some action was good, the 3D sucked, the acting sucked, the writing sucked, the CGI was good, Michael Keaton was good, everyone else didn't give a shit and ultimately it showed. Don't see this film. Boycott it harder than Isreal.

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