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jin-was-here-2 · 5 years

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Ship Questions: McReigns Edition 2

Who In Your Ship:

drives when they go on road trips? do they switch at the halfway point? does one drive there and the other drive back?

It's who ever's less tired or just wants to. It's one of those things they just have to do and want to be over and done with.

Roman is a radio hog no matter if he's the one driving or not.

looks over the menu for fifteen minutes before ordering the same thing they order EVERYWHERE they go? does the other half of your ship get annoyed by this, or do they find it endearing?

Roman's a foodie; he likes to know what all his options are. But a lot of the time he also wants to get something he knows he'll like. Drew finds it annoyingly endearing.

is more likely to get arrested?

...Drew. ...Just... sometimes certain types of people can really set him off and he gets a little... well, psycho. Great for in the ring... not so much in public.

is afraid of rollercoasters? does the other half of your ship try and convince them to face the fear, or do they take a softer approach and not push them at all?

Roman's not big on heights and crazy rides. Prefers the slower stuff. He can actually enjoy those and have fun. Rollercoasters aren't really Drew's thing either way, but he had fun goading Roman on to one once.

"C'mooon. You'll go against anyone and anything in the ring, but a little bumping does you in, Big Dog?"

"First of all, that isn't ''a little'' anything. Second, fine. But if I die I'm coming back to haunt you."

"Pffff. Noted."

shows up at home with a dog unannounced despite the fact they’ve already got three/four/however many pets?

Roman. He loves animals. Especially Dogs. (So do his brothers Seth and Dean. They're all bad influences for each other. When it comes to them.) So what if they already have a pomeranian, two chihuahuas, and a house cat? What's one more cute and fluffy family member? I mean really?

It drives Drew up the wall, because the only one he can really tolerate is the cat (They have a shared understanding of each other) and they always have people coming to their door looking for their bloody animals.

demands that they do date night? does the other person complain or do they go with it just to see the excited look on their partners face?

Roman. He's a total romantic. Mostly for the little shows of it. So the big things aren't something he needs all the time or even often. But there are times when the big ones go a long way with him.

Like they go out a lot, to just be together, however they don't really call them dates. It's just mutually nice. But sometimes Roman's bit by a love bug and wants a date date. And Drew obliges to keep the bf happy because he wants the bf happy.

is the clumsy one whose always tripping up flights of stairs or over their own feet? does it stress the other half of your ship out or do they find it hilarious?

Neither one is really clumsy. In fact, for two behemoths, they're suprising graceful.

*picks the music when they’re in the car? does the other complain about their taste in music?

insists on paying for everything when they’re out? do they fight about it?

Neither one really cares, but sometimes Drew takes it upon himself to be a little annoying. And then Roman will do the same next time to get him back for being a tit.

is the one to quietly suggest they get high together for the first time? how does the other half of your ship react?

Oh man. Well seeing as he has a nice plug in Dean and Renee, Roman. Drew dosen't have anything against it he just happens to not do it. And Roman wanted to see him high sooooooo baaad.

is secretly terrified of horror movies and yet watches them all the time bc its something the other half of your ship loves?

Roman, 'cause Drew likes a good scary movie. And it gives him a reason to curl up to him for comfort. (Which is also why Drew picks them in the first place a lot of the time.) Roman's ok with monster movies; you can physically fight monsters. It's the supernatural stuff that messes with him.

talks in their sleep? does their partner record it and call them out, or not tell them and keep it as a secret so they can keep enjoying it?

Roman talks in his sleep. Mostly loving on his brothers, pets, or Drew in his sleep. Drew secretly loves it. It's pure and soft and for his eyes only. Especially when there are little moans mixed in. He has started something more than once, kissing Roman awake once he heard those.

brings up the conversation of marriage + babies? how does the conversation go?

Roman wants allllll the kids ok. He has too much big dad energy to not want kids. It as to go somewhere. It'd be a long while before they have that conversation though. And Drew's gonna be caught off guard by it no matter when.

has to pull the other back by their back of their sweater when they try and do something stupid in public?

Both have had to. For trying to fight idiots in public. Roman more so 'cause Drew has like zero patience for people's bullshit.

is more likely to pick the other up from the airport with an obnoxiously large cardboard sign? what does the sign say?

YES. It's a dumb joke between them at this point.

Some of Roman's:

"You're evil cat has locked me out the bedroom. So now you're in the dog house. >:c"

"Looking for a tall unapproachable scary man. I'm very worried."

Some of Drew's:

"Here for The Big... Puppy. c:<"

"Looking for my lover. He's big, friendly, and will follow you if you give him food. I'm very not worried."

tries to cook a meal and accidentally almost burns the house down?

Drew. Poor man. Roman will never let him live it down. ...But I mean who burns spaghetti that bad?????

deliberately makes a squeaky chair squeak until the other person flips out?

Roman, 'cause he likes to push Drew's buttons every chance he gets. Rile him up. He thinks he's hot when he's annoyed. ...Especially at him.

falls asleep no matter what position they’re in + needs to be carried to bed?

Roman. He's a very sleepy boy.

They'll be watching a movie in the living room and Drew'll spot him nodding off.

"You better not be falling asleep. I am not carrying you to bed."

"Mmm.....zzzzzzz."

But then he dose. 'Cause he loooove hiiiimmmm.

is the little spoon when they cuddle?

Roman. Uhhhh he's baby??? And Drew pretty much makes sure of it for the most part. But there are times where Roman will snuggle up behind Drew and it's nice.

hates thunderstorms and needs to be comforted for the duration?

Neither one. Storms are whatever.

brings the other breakfast in bed? is it a proper cooked breakfast - or just an old muffin?

Both on occasions. Roman goes all out with a proper home cooked breakfast. Drew was very dimple-y that morning.

Drew went with pre-packaged muffins and yogurt. And Roman was just as touched by it.

convinces the other to go on a hike? do they love it, or are they absolutely miserable?

Drew, but it depends. They both like working out but Roman can be a little lazy or in a mood about it. But by the end he'd have had a good time.

uses emojis in replace of words? does it drive the other person insane?

Roman loves emojis. More so when he finds out Drew hates excessive use of them. It got so bad Drew gave him a limit. No more than two per paragraph or "bad things will happen".

can never admit they’re wrong?

They both have their moments.

lets the dog sleep on the bed when the other isn’t paying attention?

Roman. Everytime he's caught Drew throws a mighty fit. But like the dogs are super cute????? And he wants to be close to them?????

who decorates their house? does the other come home and blink at all the pastel pink and force a smile despite how much they hate it?

Roman's more decorative, but nothing so extreme that Drew hates it. Actually Drew is the one with this lounge chair that's so god-awful that Roman would like to see it burned

is more likely to get into a fight to defend the other?

Drew. It's actually how he realized he was catching feelings for Roman? And Roman highkey likes seeing himself being fought over.

is constantly spewing random facts about absolutely anything and everything? does it annoy the other person or do they find it all interesting?

Drew, and Roman finds it very interesting at times.

is the lovey dovey drunk?

Roman. He gets very touchy-feely. Like more so than usual.

laughs at their own jokes? does the other laugh at the joke… or at their partner?

When the joke or comeback is at the other's expense they laugh at their own joke. It's a hit or miss whether the other laughs at the joke or not.

is competitive about EVERYTHING?

Both. They really bring out the competitiveness out of each other.

apologises first when they have a fight?

Roman. He doesn't like when things aren't ok for too long.

makes the other a flower crown? does the other wear it without complaint or beg not to be embarrassed?

Drew wouldn't be caught dead making or wearing a flower crown.

is more likely to put their fist through a wall when they’re angry?

Either one. As long as it's not their wall. Roman expecially has too much pride in the house .

sends the other memes despite the fact they’re laying in bed next to each other?

Roman. He forgets 'cause Drew, Dean, and Seth are the usual ones he sends things he thinks are funny.

wears the others clothes the most?

Roman. 'Cause he can wear Drew's tops and bottoms. But they basically share pants at this point.

pranks the other on a near constant basis? how does the other react?

They drive each other nuts with how much they mess with each other, already. Only a few times has it turned into a full-blown Prank War. Which Roman is really good at 'cause uhhhh Dean. Drew knows he can't win.

comes up with obnoxiously sappy pet names for the other just to watch them roll their eyes?

Drew. He loves throwing up sarcastic sickeningly sweet pet names. He knows how they sound coming from someone like him. And sometimes he'll say them close to Roman's ear just to see him squirm.

forgets their anniversary

Neither. But we're talking about the big ones.

Roman likes to keep track of the little ones. Ya know, just to think about and reminisce.

is impulsive and makes big choices for them without stopping to think through what it all means?

...Drew. It's something they really have to work on because it has caused a lot of fights. He just gets in these moods sometimes where he "thinks he knows best, and if you don't agree well then that's too damn bad". Roman's used to group compromise. So that kind of attitude get's right up Roman's nose, and he's too strong willed himself to deal with it so they clash.

writes cute messages for the other on the bathroom mirror when they have a shower?

Roman. He'll be brushing his teeth and'll spot the mirror steaming back up from Drew showering and'll write something short and sweet like "love you ♡". And

Then while he's getting dressed Drew'll hug him and kiss his on the head. "You're cute."

has to do the dishes because the other gags any time they stick their hands in the water?

Can I just take the time to say I loathe nasty ass dish water.

Neither really. But Drew really ain't about that life. "We have a dishwasher for a reason."

jumps into the pool without testing the temperature, and who dips their toes in first?

Roman cannonballs without a second thought. He's so used to water. Drew prefers to test it first.

tries to kill bugs in the house… and which one stops them and gets the bug out of the house alive and well?

If there's a bug it needs to go. Preferably with Drew dealing with it.

can speak a second/third/forth language and uses it to annoy the other when they’re fighting?

Neither? If they do they don't annoy each other with it.

says i love you first? does the other immediately say it back?

It was surprisingly Drew. When they weren't at all together or even that friendly with each other but were sleeping together fairly regularly. ...It was a very confusing time. And something that had been bubbling up for awhile.

wins when they arm wrestle?

Ooooo. Oooooooooooo. They're 2-3 'cause Drew just broke the tie. But that's ok. Soon.

gets caught singing some old, corny one direction song to themselves?

Usually it's Roman. But everyone has had What Makes You Beautiful stuck in their head. Everyone. Even big ol' scary Drew.

"...Ar- Are you singing‐?"

"NO."

is forever forcing the other to take selfies with them? does the other person complain every time?

Drew don't do selfies. Or at least not often. Roman doesn't either but they're fun with other people. Drew complains a lot but he does it in the end.

shows up at the others house with chinese food + a six pack of beer when they’re having a bad day?

Roman. Beer and food make everything better.

sends the cheesy good morning/night texts?

When they were apart Roman would always send good night texts. Later on Drew would send morning ones when ever they're apart.

can never admit that they were wrong?

Drew has his moments.

suggests they send out a christmas card together? does the other go for it, or question when they turned into old people?

Roman saw it in movie one year and suggested it. Half for as joke and half because he really wanted to. It'd be funny. ...Nice, maybe? Drew definitely asked when they turned into old people.

is a morning person and who pulls the covers up over their head and begs for five more minutes?

Roman likes his "beauty sleep" and sleepin' in. Hates being woken up. Drew just likes to get his day started.

is constantly insisting they won’t need a jacket before they go out… and then has to steal the others when they get cold?

Oh my god, Drew is the worst with this. It's always, "ahh, I'll be fine". But then not that long into whatever they're doing he'll sit and act like he's not cold, and Roman'll roll his eyes and pass him the extra jacket he brought.

is a smoker and has to deal with the other forever showing them gross photos to try and convince them to quit?

Neither. Ok, occasionally Roman does some jesus cabbage with the boys. Drew dosen't get that hung up over it.

decides they need to go on a health binge and throws out all the sugary food in the house? how does the other react?

Drew did. Once. And never again after. Roman had kittens he was so mad.

holds all the important documents when they’re travelling? why?

Roman. Drew likes to think he can remember everything. He can't.

hates flying? how does the other help them relax before/during/after a flight?

They've done it so much it ain't anything nothing to either.

is more likely to suggest a lil fool around in the bathrooms at a club? how does the other react?

They're both fond of jumping each other in uncompromising places. Especially in the beginning when they were just fooling around with each other.

plans a night of board games for date night, and who plans a romantic dinner at a fancy restaurant?

When they do do date dates. It's because Drew knows Roman wants one. And good food goes a long way. But when they want something chill either one pulls out board games.

cries watching the news?

They don't watch the news. Or at least mainstream versions of it.

teases the other one for having a crush on them… despite the fact they’ve been dating for a year?

Roman. Mostly when Drew does something extra soft towards him.

believes in aliens?

Drew. Roman doesn't think much of it. Or it kinda freaks him out if he thinks to much about it. The rare times they're all together and Dean and Drew aren't at each other throats, it's because they're talking about spoopy stuff like that. Roman is amazed every time.

is constantly leaving the lights on in every room in the house?

Neither.

rocks the seat on the ferris wheel?

Drew would have had to really talk him on to it in the first place; he wouldn't be that mean. Maybe Drew would have at the beginning though, when they were enemies with benefits but was just starting to turn into something else.

is a terrible liar?

Ro can't lie to people he cares about to save his life. Baby feels soooo bad. And it's so visible.

is always reading the other their star sign despite the fact they don’t believe in any of it?

Drew. Everytime he sees it in s magazine. He thinks it's absolutely ridiculous how they say something different every time. How many meaning can they have? I mean really.

who panics when mercury goes into retrograde?

Neither even knows what that really means.

insists they watch documentaries to broaden their knowledge?

Drew. But then he'll see one that's wrestling related and they'll end up watching that.

is constantly renovating part of their house but not finishing one thing before moving on to the next?

They aren't home enough for multiple projects. So they'll have one that'll last longer than it'd usually need to take.

uses all the hot water?

ROMAN. It's why Drew is is extra pissy when they have to get up but he doesn't get to the shower fast enough.

"It's all that blood hair you have!"

is the shower person? whose the bath person?

They both like shower. They're quick and they have places to be. But when they have the time Roman suggests a nice long soak together. Helps with soreness sometimes.

is most likely to be unfaithful?

Neither. But if we're looking for angst... Roman might... accidentally... fool around with Dean... or Seth... or something. Maybe there was some pinning on one of there sides. But they were supposed to be just bros. They had some drinks and it just happened? I don't know but drama. Angst.

Bonus:

what is your otps song?

The Mighty Fall In Love by Fall Out Boy

do their families approve of the relationship? why/why not?

Yeah. I like to think everyone's chill. But there's always room for angst there.

whose friends do they hang out with more?

Roman's. Drew don't really have friend friends.

what do they do on their first date? did they have a first date, or did they just sort of… start dating?

Being together just sort of came up and bit them in the ass. They have no idea how or when it happened but they have allll the feelings now so fuck it.

what is their favorite way to spend the holidays? do they go to one of their families houses? or do they create their own tradition by staying in bed listening to christmas music and getting drunk?

They either go to each other's families, their friend's, or just have a little thing for themselves. Roman has a ball cooking special things for them.

what do they name their dog? do the give it a super boring name like allen - or do they name it something like bubblegum princess?

Roman named his pomeranian Tiger, and his chihuahua Tiny and his smaller chihuahua Mini. He baby talks to him a lot.

Drew is just as bad with his two black cats. He just refuses to admit it. He named them Max and Monty.

Y'all I'm bad with names. I donno.

how do they handle emergencies? does one of them crack under the pressure - or do they bicker because they both need to be in control?

They both have a strong need to control things. And it's amplified when things go wrong so they clash there at times too.

how did they meet? were they immediately drawn to each other?

Instant mutual dislike. But strangely attracted.

what do they fight about the most? how do they resolve their fights?

Control. They're both so stubborn and strong willed it causes a lot of friction at times.

Or Drew's refusal to get along with Dean and vice versa.

Inspo (x)

#this. took. so. l o n g.#probably ain't that good but here it is.#roman reigns #drew mcintyre #mcreigns #wwe #ship questions

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megacircuit9universe · 4 years

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MOVEMENT

FRI JUN 12 2020

So, we’re nearing the end of week three, of the nationwide protests that began in Minnesota after the public execution of George Floyd and it has gone from scattered pockets of social unrest, to a full blown national uprising in which citizens of all 50 states have been clashing seriously with jack booted police in riot gear every single night... to a solidified movement against systemic racism and fascism in the US.

Officially known as the Black Lives Matter movement (BLM) the latest battle cry has become, “Defund the Police,” and basically calls for law enforcement as we know it to to be disbanded and replaced with a much more compartmentalized system of different local agencies to deal with the multiplicity of different issues that, currently, all full under the blanket of gun-toting, badge brandishing cops.

And I fully support this idea.

One department to deal with homelessness. One to deal with domestic violence. One to deal with traffic violations. One to deal with mental illness. And, etc.

And the foundation of this infrastructure is already in place, with our current 911 emergency system. If your grandmother falls and can’t get up, you call 911, and they dispatch EMTs in an ambulance to take her to the ER. If your house is on fire, 911 dispatches the fire department.

And for decades, we’ve all been encouraged to call your local police department (rather than 911) for almost every COP related task other than a grave crime in progress, like a murder, or a home invasion.

If your neighbors are being too loud after midnight... call the local police department. Not 911. If you think you saw a shady character doing a drug deal down the block... police department. Not 911.

In truth, most of what police do is take reports after the fact, and file paperwork about crimes and complaints. Most of the arrests they make are either on the scene of a domestic abuse (arresting drunk guys) on the scene of a traffic stop (usually for expired or revoked credentials, drunk driving, or possession of contraband like drugs or guns) and... arrests for no other good reason than to harass minorities in poor neighborhoods.

That last one, however, has, over the decades gone from mostly intimidation and harassment, with brutality in small pockets... to widespread execution of black people on the streets in broad daylight in every major city, and some not so major cities.

It is true that smart phones have made this egregious conduct a lot more visible than ever, so yes, it probably was worse in past decades than I think it was, but there’s also no doubt that racists have gotten a lot more bold under the Trump administration... sensing they can act on their deadliest impulses without fear of repercussions.

Racism has always been a deadly flashpoint in America, since it’s founding, but over the second half of the 20th century, we did seem to have made some real progress at putting the worst of it behind us.

For a few decades there, racists... especially the violent ones... had to hide in the closet. In public, they had to behave themselves. And white supremacist groups, and neo-nazis seemed like extremely fringe groups who we laughed about... just powerless nut jobs whining from the sidelines of history... watching helplessly as the world moved on without them.

I feel like this began to change after 9/11. 2001... beginning of a new century... and an unprecedented attack on mainland USA. Not some Island we owned in the middle of the Pacific, like Pearl Harbor... but New York City, and Washington DC!

And who were to blame? The browns! The towel heads! The Muslims!

9/11 gave racists a reason to come out of the closet again. No, they couldn’t shit talk Jews, Mexicans, or Black Americans, but... they could spit their vitriol against the terrorist Muslims aloud without much push back.

And that breath of fresh air in their racist nostrils went a long way toward renormalizing the kind of open, flag waving jingoism society thought it had left behind with the McCarthy era.

Fox News, of course, was already around... and the internet too, was taking off it’s dial-up training pants and using the broadband like a big network. Racists found one another... began to establish new codes to present their agenda in public, while establishing new dog whistles to signal one another over the same airwaves.

All through the Bush Administration, these newly coded racist and nationalistic viewpoints were given the full benefit of the doubt by the mainstream media... just, another side, to our grand political discourse.

But the left, especially from my generation (X) were not idiots and not having it. We called them out, and we created push back. We created enough push back, in fact, that in 2008, we managed to get Barack Obama elected as our nation’s first black President... about fifty years earlier than anybody expected!

That was a MASSIVE slap in the face to the hardcore racists in the country who had only just begun to start feeling their oats again, and had all kinds of plans for how to wield the power they felt was nearly within their grasp.

They lost a lot of ground over the eight years of Obama... as Millenials grew up to wield social media in ways never before dreamt of... for normalizing very progressive social issues, from women’s rights, to black rights, trans rights, gay rights, decriminalization of marijuana, etc, etc... until we got the prize of the century, legal gay marriage in all 50 states overnight!.. again... about fifty years earlier than expected.

But while young Millennials proved themselves unmatched wizard masters of social media, putting old-hat conservatives, white nationalists, and xenophobes alike, completely to shame... they had one Achilles heel.

...They turned out to be totally useless in actual elections!

The young Millennial Left had done all of their magic under the protection of the Obama administration... and the technology it brought us... and the progressive political atmosphere it afforded us.

But it was a coalition of GenX and Boomers who, after having fought Bush for eight terrible years, gave them Obama, and reelected Obama again, while they were all still too young to go to the polls.

When 2016 came along, and it was their turn to actually show up and vote in the primaries for their boy Bernie... they didn’t show up, and Hillary took the nomination.

Then, in the generals, they again stayed home because... why are you making us vote for Hillary? Fuck you!

The older lefties also dropped the ball. After eight years of Obama, they’d become a bit overconfident, and a bit lazy. Many, I’m sure, assumed the Millennials would show up in numbers that were... far higher than zero.

Trump, meanwhile, had played to those disaffected dregs of humanity... the racists... the white nationalists... the old-hat conservatives... speaking their code, and using their dog whistles. Make America Great Again... not so much like the 1950s... but like the early 2000s... when they were respected!

He not only tapped into their racism, but their hatred of the left... those goddam Millenials who stole the stage from them, and got gay marriage legalized.

That’s how he edged out the nomination against all his more normal GOP rivals, and... when the generals came... of course they voted for him, because what did they have to lose?

Thus, the golden era of Obama, our first black President, was immediately answered by our worst white nationalist President since Andrew Johnson (who immediately followed Lincoln), and our worst President period.

And that brings us back to now... 2020.

Over four years, we tolerated all the repugnant tweets, the racist travel bans and caging of immigrants at the border, separating them from their children, then losing track of the children... the sympathy for Putin, and Kim Jong Un... the abandonment of Puerto Rico in the aftermath of natural disaster... because he didn’t respect the President of Puerto Rico (himself)... the lies, the hatred, the mass shootings condoned, the conspiracy theories, the crimes.

We tolerated, but we resisted, and we waited on the Mueller investigation.

In 2018, once again... Millennials failed to show up at the polls. Despite all their grievances, the nightmare, as it was, wasn’t bad enough to get their asses off the couch to go vote. Easier to stay home and bitch on Twitter and Tumblr.

The rest of us did at least show up and flip a ton of State Houses, and Senates, and Governorships... and the US House of Representatives... to put Trump on notice.

And this resulted, not only in the legalization of weed in several new states, but also... Trump’s impeachment. Not too shabby, for a salty resistance movement who couldn’t count on any support from the youngsters on election day.

In 2019, Bernie Sanders again, caught fire! This time, not only with GenX and Millennials, but also GenZ... who were finally hitting voting age in time for the primaries of 2020! It looked like we were finally gonna bust everything wide open!

But when the primaries came, in early 2020, not only did the Millennials not show up... but they’d passed on their apathy to the up and coming Zoomers, who, instead of going to the polls, stayed home to make TikTok Memes about, “Don’t make me vote for Joe Biden.”

Don’t make you vote for Joe Biden?

Don’t YOU make ME vote for Joe Biden, you spoiled, slack ass little TWERPS! What are you talking about? You have a vote now! Bernie doesn’t win the nomination without it! Without all of your votes, you... dancing to sound clip idiots!

Who taught you to think it was the old people’s job to hand you a general election candidate.... oh yeah. Right.... the Tumbler Blog, YouTubing idiots you grew up idolizing.

WE’RE FUCKING DOOMED!

But just then... SarsCoV2 came to town. It came to shut down the economy on the Millennials who were only just finally starting to get ahead after it shut down on them in 2008 (when they were graduating high school just like Z is now)... and it came to shut down the schools, to send all the Zoomers home for the spring... summmer... fall... eternity.

It also hit the elderly, minority, working, and poor communities especially hard, either by direct infections, or financial hardship, or the hardship of being a largely unprotected “essential worker” on the front lines.

And even as it became famous for forcing all Americans to wear masks... Covid19 also UNMASKED Americans in a way no calamity has in modern times... in their selfishness, as with the hoarders of toilet paper, and the protesters for haircuts... and in their science denying ignorance.

And it was only a matter of time before it would rend naked, the murderous culture of our police, in broad daylight, before a captive, nationwide audience with nothing else to distract them anymore.

No jobs to go to. No classes. No retail shopping to do. Fed up with quarantine. Fed up with Trump’s total failure of leadership on the pandemic. Fed up with his do-nothing Senate resisting any financial aid.

Fed up with all the bullshit of the past four years.

And fed... the fuck... UP... with systemic racism, police brutality, fascism in general... and those god damn confederate flag waving, racist grandchildren of the losers of the god damn civil war, and all their motherfucking confederate statues erected to glorify the treasonous traitors in their family trees.

This week, not just in America, but in many other western countries, statues dedicated to racist slave traders, and confederate generals alike fell. In some cases they were taken down by authorities, but in many others, they were toppled by mobs, beheaded, and rolled into the rivers.

The Black Lives Matter movement has become global now, and it’s got teeth.

Shark teeth.

Not only are racist statues dropping like flies, but the confederate flag is on it’s way to join the Nazi swastika flag in the halls of infamy... this week being banned by none other than NASCAR, as well as other organizations.

The US military is considering re-naming all bases currently named after confederate generals (we had those??? WTF???).

Laws are being passed to outlaw choke holds by police... to appease the angry populace, while full defunding and restructuring of law enforcement is totally on the table, and being taken seriously.

Across the country, governmental power is on the defensive, and in many quarters, conceding to demands... looking to negotiate... desperate to calm the storm that is the Black Lives Matter Movement... even while jack booted cops are still lobbing tear gas grenades and pepper balls at the protesters in the streets, beating them with clubs, and shooting rubber bullets at them.

Meanwhile, those gun-toting, 2nd Amendment ass hats who were protesting to get haircuts last month, are nowhere to be seen. They’ve gone back into hiding, and they’re quietly asking...

How are these lefties getting so much leverage, and so much change in such a short time? How? When we were winning?

The short answer?.. Numbers.

78% of the American public now supports the BLM movement.

This is damn near an 80/20 split now, against Trump, and against all levels of fascist bullshit, Federal, State, and Municipal.

The old, “silent majority,” they used to talk about in the Nixon era, presumed to be conservative... has now shifted much further to the left... and is also no longer silent, as of three weeks ago.

And never, did the silent majority of the Nixonian era come close to 80%.

NASCAR is scared. The cops are scared. Power... is scared. This is dynamite.

Nobody cares about 2nd Amendment loser with their guns. Clearly those idiots were brainwashed to vote against their own interests long ago... to hate science... revel in magical thinking... hate their countrymen based on superficial bullshit like skin color... child’s play to gaslight and manipulate that crowd.

But these other 80%? Angry and taking to the streets?.. fearless?.. fed up?.. wide awake and ready to go to the matt now, on everything? Fuck!

Old and Young alike? Fuck! No holds barred?.. just beheading confederate statues and telling the southerners to deal with the fact that they lost and get over it? Fuck!

Allies in every western country on the streets doing the same?

Even the Amish out there on their side?

FUCK!

HO-LY FUCK!

So... my first entry about this was entitled, “Civil Unrest.”

The next one was entitled, “Uprising.”

This one is entitled, “Movement.”

What they, in power, are now desperate to prevent... is a situation that I would end up telling you about in an entry entitled, “Revolution.”

We’ll see what comes.

Apologies for the long length of this entry, but... we’re living through interesting times.

Nonetheless...

It’s time for bed.

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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I heard about the 64% of all lives matter wanting the blue lives matter to do the bottom breath exercise

Compared to the, especially much lower 41% of black lives matter positive response out of only 1/3 of the voters saying yes they would exercise. Thier 41% was for anyone else to, not just blue matters

These numbers are broken down from bigger numbers

I really like this. This anger and revenge and hate from all lives matter people

Remember the conversation was, "please stop killing us, our black lives matter"

"Shut up nigg** we will kill you all, blue lives matter"

Then all us went all lives matter. Some in shock and so on and what have you. Some to settle, some to continue the fight.

So I'm glad to see so many continue the fight.

And that is what I am saying.

I obviously am All Lives Matter. I prove that. But I took my time and watched the conversation and listened to myself and felt the arrogance. And i took sides.

And i said Black Lives Matter. Because of what was said.

But I defend blue lives, criminal lives, illegal alien lives, all lives. Because all lives matter

I'm just black panther to the core.

And that's how they are:

a life is a life

A life paid is a life cost.

They taught me that.

My richest most developed understanding of the world was taught to me by negros

My most in depth acceptance of kindness and love and myself was taught by the Harringtons.

The world gave me the black Panthers

My mom directed me to the Harringtons.

They are what gave the black Panthers depth.

Not words. Not soldiers on the streets.

Humans.

Like I said the other day, same as for with criminals and so the Harringtons allowed me to embrace what I hated myself most for. To give others a chance. Like,Jesse James. Others.

Unfortunately they've pushed me so far I can no longer

Love like what I got from the Harringtons has been pushed so far away

By criminals like Jesse James and i will say Jesse in particular m he also for by Malcolm.

So these movements and protests they help people get together and like Seattle's Mayor says, with love.

Its not about anti-others.

Black Lives Matter or all lives matter.

It's about being around love. Acceptance. Protection. No matter who you are or where you been or where you'll go.

It's like being with the Harringtons.

It creates calmer and happier people.

Sure the white supremacy are out with a vengeance and not y'alls business, but we relabeled our SMS to help our planet with that problem

Fun oddity... I saw a video of this guy randomly picked to check the system. Bec it's fairly new and it's not SMS: brightgady but another because of the limited people and rarity of people allowed to kill with permission.

Its called The Brightside of Hell. Because that's where it sends people. LoL.

And so.

This guy all skinny and in all black in an umbrella was breaking windows and he's been driving me nuts since day one i saw that guy. I wanted to kill him,but at the same time i knew i should not.

So, today they tell me he was checking the routing system of people dressed similar and people with big afro hair was the reason for the umbrella.

And they went into a group in a building. Left their bank and credit cards. Phones. All everything traceable. Some others had the same exact umbrella. All skin tones. Big afros also. Because that was a concern for me... An afro being thought of as something else. Just because i seriously seriously love afros

Only African Americans can wear an afro. True story.

So I really treasure it.

So they all left in a mass. Like in a line and then walked around. Some traded the umbrella off and so on. Changed clothes. They did anything possible to confuse the system. Changed gender type clothing and put on wigs. And did stuff they never ever did before.

So then the guy breaking windows was actually on my own shop front.

And turns out the system is perfect. Its God driven and I hear "hey! And tree!!" From tree himself.

So we have an amazing platform. And i wanted and I would assume the world would want it tested to an Extreme.

The guy that broke the Windows is a little nerd, to himself guy and would never ever do anything like,that and he said He thought he would go home and,cry but he,said instead he felt such a rush and enjoyed it

SMS put out a serious alarm on him and when the kill team went to "interrogate" him of his crimes the actual system screamed at them all rrrrrrl rrrrrl so they knew not to harm him. It has an override to override all sounds blocks so if its turned on vibrate it will do it still.

It said "warning warning. There is something wrong! This is not a normal criminal: proceed with caution, check computer before leaving!"

Obviously he was having a mental break and the internet history would say so. What has he been reading or watching? What kind of help does he need?

And/ OR someone is threatening their life to commit such crimes and the SMS hasnt seen or been notified of anyone.

And they actually had that alert after i attacked Denise and busted her head open.

And it auto downloaded my internet history and the phone numbers contacting me frequently and people from chat apps.

So i was chatting with someone new and so it could been presumed it was due to them telling me to or their influence.

He had been annoying me all fucking day and raging me. -.-

But she tried to throw me out the car in 100° heat. She deserved that shit.

But it also showed i blow up and can't tolerate her and will lose my shit every 4 to 6 months on her.

But it was more violent than usual. But its because of my younger brother. She's all scared of him and treats him wirh respect and shit and he told me how he pulled her hair when she was driving and so that is where it came from. More so than anything. That is exactly what was in my mind. I was all he did it. So can I.

Watch me now. Bitch.

So,fucking tired of her lies!! Fucking throw me out the car. Fuck you.

You think I'm not crippled? Well I'll show you what I can do Because walking ain't one.

Had i been in a happy loving relationship or even in my own house all clean with water and electric then I probably wouldn't done that because I would just been all. Well first take me back to my house. But i would been all I'm bout to get out the car and away from her so i can just ignore her till then.

But it ain't that way, I'm unhappy and im angry and she just wanted to fucking look at me like her stupid eyes were gonna mind control me.

Yeah sure if what you want is a beating.

Tired of people trying to control me.

So movements and protests

Yall stupid white supremacy you think you know shit, all you know is you.

When the rest of us get together in life, in the world, its church. Love and peace and shit.

You stupid ass white niggers don't know love. You know fear. Fear once they finish paying their debt to be shipped that no one will work for you.

Fear of African Americans doing what they want and living their dreams

Well there ain't plantations no more.

So you fucking white supremacy have a problem. And it's me. So you better stay in your fucking houses. You get out ane mix in with any other protests and cause shit and harm ill find you

You have another big ass KKK rally ... Your hoods will be removed.

I ain't gonna say all I'd fucking do to you ignorant white ass fools in need of a REAL NIGGER because i don't want you all doing shit to my people. The ones you don't think belong here.

When Venus joined our human race, we all changed skin color. To Negro. Black. Before we were pink, green. Halo (a shade of white) and blue. Few were purple. Those were mean ones. Like the ones I'm sending out with the Brightside.

So for us all to hide the Venetians because they were as Snoop Dogg shows and as the Egyptian pyramids show, they had dog heads. So we changed to human heads and we all hid in Negro skin.

It was a trick that worked

We told space invaders that had,came to attack us before that we had came and killed everyone and we were a totally different race.

Shit worked man.

So these white supremacy. They're afraid of that black skin.

They really are. And they hate it because they want to take over.

And then compound how the entire North America was fucking empty except for some invading settlers from outer space, they really feel that the Nigger have taken over

Cause they aint been to New Mexico. Because they dumb white trash and they ain't seen how black people aren't all over and didn't take over.

But guess whose fault is that? Plantation owners with the bright idea to get people from all over the world to visit or move to the "new world" and not worry about sea fare, just work for your food and you can explore.

So definitely not the Nigger's fault.

Most African American just came to visit

And some were rich but wanted to work for food doe the week or two to see the feeling

And a lot more paid half or more to do part work and part true vacation.

They never returned

So then they got more people to come search.

And it went on.

Like I said we went to Africa to stop it. Returned Africans and so on.

Shit by the time Harriet Tubman came along there was full blown families here. Ma and pa come to vacation. Brother comes to look for them. Then son then sister then their ma and pa and ya got 5 generations.

And we taught the word Nigger in Africa to be respect.

But we warned "if you hear a white man say nigger he may have your family"

Then they ask the Negro "do you know any niggers? Where they are?"

There was HUGE legendary lessons on how to use the word.

In Africa it meant teacher that was all.

On the long ship rides to America the truth was told about how the word was used. So they used it proper.

No ome trusted outsiders. So if a black boy with a thick accent said "nigger to a black slave asking for help in,secret to find his family, then he would know the boy was a slave and would protect him and hide him for wandering the streets as he was.

We're smart. Every thing was intuition. Few code words.

We knew a Negro slave. How far and much they would protect. How they would risk their own lives.

It would get the search party on the plantation. They could search then leave in secret, have food and rest.

Then off to the next plantation.

The word nigger is sacred. To people like Snoop Dogg and others that say nigga.

They continue to keep the word in use to show love as it was initially used.

As I said before it stemmed from,the word Negro the Spanish word for black.

You need to know the whole black skin culture... They called each other blackie and so on

Like i said we all were Negro once to protect the Earth from invaders. So,we were all happy to be black.

We were invaded and we worked a system to accept other planets 32 other races.

We got lax. We thought we were safe

The walls of Jericho? That is in the Bible. It was am alien sect we were observing to see if we could accept their style and way of life. We could not. We killed them and destroyed their village.

Some like Zulululu had observed us and lied during their observation period. To be perfect like us.

They aren't

Just like people in the white supremacy movement.

Like those in the walls of Jericho they will be killed.

They don't belong under the heading of all lives matter.

They don't fit our world and they are out numbered.

So I will say nigger but as you see I block it out when it's used harmfully against others

Except when I say white bigger because there ain't anything a white supremacist hates more. And there ain't much I hate more than a white supremacist.

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Things go from bad to worse when Devi is possessed by a dangerous, powerful spirit. Previous! Next!

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Devi hums to the song playing over her stereo as she paints. She rocks back and forth to the beat, her paintbrush producing dark colours all over the canvas. She feels relaxed and at peace.

Unfortunately for her, that never lasts long.

She stops when she thinks she hears something. She turns down her music and listens closely. When she doesn’t hear it again, she starts to turn the music back up, when something clatters in the kitchen.

She peeks out of her studio, paintbrush in hand, ready to stab the eyes out of whoever is disturbing her. But she doesn’t see anything. Just a cup rolling along the floor.

Devi picks it up and drops it in the sink. She takes a quick look around, wondering what could have made it fall, before heading back to her studio. But before she can make it, she hears the floorboards creak behind her. She jumps and spins around but again sees nothing.

She looks around suspiciously. Everything is still and quiet, except for the low music coming from her stereo. But the hairs on her neck are standing up. She feels like she’s being watched.

She tries to shake it off and go back to painting. But as she turns around, the volume on her stereo suddenly turns full blast. She covers her ears as the music bangs against the walls. She quickly hurries to the stereo and shuts it off.

Devi pants heavily and looks around, fear bubbling up inside of her. Something is definitely wrong here. She starts to back away slowly, heading for the door, when she sees something that makes her freeze in her tracks.

Red paint is seeping through her canvas and running all down her painting. Wait, no. It’s not paint.

It’s blood.

Devi immediately spins on her heel and races out the door without a second thought. She speeds down the hallway and up the stairs to Tenna’s apartment, not daring to look back.

Squee leans against Johnny and stretches out, sighing contently as he nuzzles his shoulder. Johnny looks at him with mild annoyance.

“There’s like a whole couch here,” he points out.

“Uh huh,” Squee mumbles, smiling warmly as he watches the TV.

Nny rolls his eyes but he can’t hide his contentment. With his kid leaning against him and his cat curled up in lap, it’s hard not to feel relaxed and at peace.

Unfortunately for all of them, that never lasts long.

The front door flies open to Devi and Tenna. But they’re not their usual perky selves. Tenna is staring at Devi worriedly, who is wearing a dirty, black t-shirt and doesn’t even have her hair up in pigtails. She also looks freaked right out.

“Guys, what’s wrong?” Squee asks as he sits up, away from the irritated Nny.

“There is…something in my apartment,” Devi replies.

“Something,” Johnny grunts.

“Yes, something!” she snaps.

“What kind of something?” Squee asks.

“I don’t know. I think it might be a ghost.” “Really?”

“Yeah,” Devi groans and rubs her forehead. “Look, I know it sounds crazy-.” “Of course not,” Squee says, “but I wonder why there would be one in your apartment. There’s never been a haunting there before.”

“Well, a couple of girls recently died in our building,” Tenna points out.

“Oh, yeah, I heard about that,” Devi nods, “like a couple of weeks ago they died from a gas leak or something.”

“Well, even if this ghost is one of those girls, that still wouldn’t explain why she would be haunting you,” Squee muses, “were you close to them?” “No, I never even saw them,” she replies.

“Tenna, what about you?”

“Nope,” she says, “but I heard one of them was kind of nuts.” “So why come to us with this?” Johnny asks with annoyance.

“It was Tenna’s idea,” Devi grunts, “I don’t really like it.” “Come on,” Tenna insists, “Squee’s dealt with ghosts before. He can totally help you.”

“What, me?” Squee exclaims, “I-I don’t know. I mean it’s not like I do it because I want to. I’d really rather not get involved if I could help it.” “And I don’t want you to get involved,” Devi states, “you don’t need any more trouble.”

“So what are you going to do then?” Tenna asks.

Devi doesn’t answer. Just looks away worriedly.

Squee watches her for a second before rubbing his head and groaning. “Look uh…let me call Dib. He’s a paranormal expert and I’m sure he’d be super excited to help out.” “What? But-,” Devi starts to argue.

“Don’t worry about it,” Squee says as he stands up and grabs his cellphone. “This is the kind of stuff he lives for.” Devi smiles gratefully. Tenna grins as she pats her back. Johnny looks between them then at Squee and grumbles grumpily. He can’t just have a nice weekend.

In about an hour, Dib arrives with Zim, Gaz, and Pepito. He’s beaming excitedly as he enters the house, bouncing like a hyper toddler. The others don’t look nearly as enthusiastic.

“Did you really have to bring everyone?” Squee asks, “I mean not that I mind but…”

“Well, to be honest, Zim insisted,” Dib replies, “but it really is more fun with all of us, don’t you think?” “You and I differ greatly on the definition of fun,” Squee mutters.

“Anyway!” Dib booms and faces Devi. “You’re Devi, right? The owner of the haunted apartment? We’ve never been properly introduced. I’m Dib, paranormal hunter extraordinaire. You did the right thing asking for my help.”

“Uh, sure,” Devi replies, thrown off by his enthusiasm.

“So how does this work?” Tenna asks, “do you have like ghost detectors?”

“I do, but I didn’t bring them,” Dib replies and pats Squee’s shoulder. “Squee is better at detecting ghosts then any technology. He can actually see them, even when they’re just harmless spirits. I’m so jealous.”

“If I could, I would give you this power in a heartbeat,” Squee grumbles bitterly.

“Come on, Squee,” Dib cheers as he drags Squee out the door. “Let’s hurry to your friend’s apartment and get to work.”

“Ugh, can’t you handle this without me?” Squee whines, “I mean you brought Pepito. He can see ghosts just as well as I can.”

“Yeah but I like you better than him,” Dib states.

“Hey!” Pepito snaps.

“Come on, Squee. Isn’t this exciting?” Zim questions, “this is the first time a civilian has asked for our help. Now we can help her as Earth’s Battalion and get the praise we so deserve.”

Squee glances between his four friends questionably. Gaz and Pepito don’t seem to care either way but Zim and Dib are beaming excitedly. It’s hard to say no to their bright faces.

“Fine,” Squee groans, “just let me get my stuff.”

He goes back into the house and grabs his bag and Shmee. “Nny, I’ll be back later,” he says.

“Yeah,” Johnny grunts, “want me to come with you?”

“Um,” Squee muses and glances at Zim and the others. They’re all frantically shaking their heads no.

“No, that’s okay,” he replies quickly, “we’ll be fine.”

He hastily waves goodbye before rushing out the door. Devi and Tenna follow close behind.

“Woo, ghost hunting adventure!” Tenna cheers as they head to their cars. She and Devi get into Devi’s car while the kids get into Dib’s car and they both drive away.

They arrive at the girls’ apartment building within a few minutes. They get out and stare at it ominously. Nothing looks off about it and the few people going in and out of the doors don’t seem spooked.

“Well, I don’t sense any evil,” Pepito says.

“That’s a good thing,” Squee comments.

“Let’s check out the actual scene of the haunting,” Dib demands, “Devi, if you would.”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” Devi nods before nervously approaching the front doors.

“Don’t worry, human,” Zim says, “you’re safe with us.”

Devi grunts uncertainly as pushes open the doors. They follow her up through the hallways to her apartment and she unlocks the door. The kids peek inside, curious but cautious.

“Still don’t sense anything,” Pepito says as they enter, Squee holding onto his arm.

“But it is really messy,” Dib comments as he steps over a pile of clothes.

“No, it’s always like this,” Devi says from the safety of the hallway.

“Hey, Squee,” Zim says quietly, “is it possible that your friend mistook everything that happened?” “No way,” Squee replies, “Devi is like the most lucid out of all of us.”

“But there’s clearly nothing here,” he points out.

“Then what do you make of that?” Gaz asks as she points into Devi’s art studio. Through the doorway they’re able to clearly see the canvas she was working on. It’s stained a dark red with even darker red letters just barely visible. They read ‘Kill All Men’.

“Maybe it’s feminist art,” Pepito suggests.

“Excuse you,” Devi snaps, “I did not do that. It was the ghost!”

“A ghost with a vendetta against all men perhaps?” Dib muses as they slowly approach the studio. “But then why target Devi.”

“She’s had…issues with dates in the past,” Squee says, “maybe the ghost feels they’re like-minded in a way.”

They all stop just outside the studio’s doorway. Without even entering the room they can feel a kind of heaviness radiating from it. They all suddenly feel very hesitant about going inside.

“Right,” Zim grunts, “on the count of three. Ready? One…two…three.”

They all simultaneously take a step through the doorway. There’s suddenly a shrill shriek followed by a strong gust of wind. All of the boys are blown off their feet and across the room while Gaz seems to be untouched. She looks back at them with surprise as they hit the wall and fall the floor.

“Squee!” Devi and Tenna exclaim and rush inside. Gaz meets them at the groaning boys and they help them up.

“Wow, this ghost really does hate men,” Pepito chuckles painfully.

“I find that offensive,” Zim grunts, “I’m not even human. Where does it get off hating me?”

“Well, Devi,” Dib says as he rubs his back. “The good news is your apartment is definitely haunted and the ghost seems to have harboured itself in your art room.”

“That’s the good news?” Devi scoffs, “then what’s the bad news?” “Pepito and Squee can’t see it,” he replies, “which means it doesn’t have a tangible form. And without that, we can’t capture it.”

“So what are you going to do?” Tenna asks.

“Well, we may be able to help it find peace,” Dib suggests, “if we can learn more about it, maybe we can help it pass on.”

“Ugh, the peaceful route?” Zim groans distastefully.

“It’s all we got,” he shrugs, “so any ideas on how we might learn more about this ghost?”

“Tenna had said that a couple girls died in this building recently,” Squee says, “one of them might be this ghost. Maybe we can learn more about her if we explore her apartment.”

“Good idea,” Dib replies, “which number is?”

“21A downstairs,” Tenna replies, “nobody’s moved in there yet so it should be vacant.”

“Great. We’ll go check it out,” Dib says as he and the other kids head for the door. “In the meantime you two should be safe to stay here. Just maybe stay away from the art room.”

With that the kids exit into the hallway, leaving Devi and Tenna staring awkwardly after them.

They jog through the hall and downstairs, not stopping until they spot 21A. Zim tries the knob but as expected it’s locked.

“How do we get in?” Gaz asks.

“I got this,” Pepito replies as he steps forward. He holds his hands over the knob and wispy, black tendrils extend from his fingers. They disappear into the knob, wiggle around a bit, and then a slight click is heard before the door creaks open.

“Voila,” he chirps.

“Nice,” Dib comments as they go inside.

The apartment is dark with all the furniture in its proper place. It looks like someone would still be living here. But there’s a heaviness in the air similar to what they felt in Devi’s studio. They move cautiously and close together, watching out for anything suspicious.

“What’s that smell?” Gaz asks with disgust.

“Tenna said they died from a gas leak,” Squee replies, “actually we should probably be wearing masks.”

“My PAK isn’t detecting any toxicity in the air,” Zim says, “it’s probably just the scent caught in the furniture.”

“Still, we shouldn’t stay too long,” Dib declares, “let’s find this ghost’s bedroom and get out of here.”

They hurry through the living room and kitchen to a short hallway holding three doors. They try the first door and open it up to a bedroom. It’s simple with a dresser, bed, and nightstand. Nothing that looks obviously incriminating.

“Score,” Pepito cheers.

“Yeah, but there were two girls,” Squee points out, “this could be the other girl’s bedroom.”

“Alright, so let’s try the other door,” Zim orders. They leave the first door open and try the second door. It’s another bedroom, fairly similar to the first.

“What boring rooms,” Gaz comments.

“Yeah. How do we know which one to search?” Pepito asks.

“We’ll just have to do both,” Dib shrugs.

“Right,” Zim nods, “Pepito, you come search the first room with me. Dib, Gaz, Squee, you guys check this room.”

Dib, Gaz, and Squee quickly get to work searching through the drawers while Zim and Pepito head to the other room. They all still hold the belongings of their old owners. But there’s nothing interesting; mostly just clothes.

“Jeez, there’s nothing,” Dib groans.

“Maybe we’ll have better luck in the living room,” Squee suggests.

They nod and start leaving, exiting one by one. Squee is the last but before he can step through the door, he gets a sudden bad feeling. He freezes and swallows hard as he senses a presence behind him.

“Sh-Shmee?” he questions.

“She doesn’t seem dangerous,” Shmee says.

Squee slowly looks back and sees a girl standing a few feet behind him. No, she’s hovering.

She doesn’t look much older than him, maybe in her late teens. She’s wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and has long, black hair. Other than her transparency and hovering capabilities, she seems like a normal girl.

She’s staring at Squee with wide eyes. He stares back.

“Squee?” Dib questions. He ignores him. “Um hello?” Squee squeaks nervously.

“Hello,” the girl nods.

Squee clears his throat and faces her properly. “My-my name is Squee.”

“That’s an odd name,” she comments, “I’m Alissa.” “Alissa,” he repeats, “did you live here?”

“Yes. This was my old room,” she replies, “I was upstairs watching my sister when I sensed your presence here.” “You sister upstairs?” Squee questions, “is she the one haunting my friend, Devi?”

“Yes, I’m sorry,” Alissa sighs, “I tried to stop her but she won’t listen to me. In life or death.”

“Who is she?”

“Her name is Ada,” she replies, “she’s my older sister. She’s taken care of me most of my life but she was never…quite right. I’ll spare you our dark backstory; suffice it to say she’s always hated men. I mean really hated them. She um…she’s actually…killed a couple.”

She pauses as if waiting for some bewildered response from Squee but he doesn’t seem bothered. When he realizes what she’s waiting for, he flinches and looks away awkwardly.

“Oh, wow, that’s um…that’s terrible,” he says, feigning surprise.

“Yeah,” she says suspiciously then continues her story. “Anyway, her plans were getting more and more convoluted and she wouldn’t listen to a thing I said. So I stopped her the only way I could.”

“The gas leak,” Squee says with realization. “You caused it.”

Alissa nods, looking down with shame. “But even death wouldn’t stop her. If anything it made her more unstoppable. Now she’s just a mass of anger and revenge.”

“But why target Devi?” Squee asks.

“Her apartment is directly above us and the walls are pretty thin,” Alissa replies, “we would often hear her complaining loudly about some guy she knows. Her hatred is fueling Ada. It won’t be long now before she strikes.”

“Oh no,” Squee whimpers, his stomach dropping to his shoes.

Meanwhile, upstairs, Devi paces back and forth across the room, glaring at her studio. Tenna watches her from the couch, curious and concerned.

“I wonder why this ghost is stalking you,” she muses.

“Isn’t that what the kids are trying to figure out?” Devi asks, irritated.

“I guess,” Tenna shrugs, “but do you have any idea?”

“No.” “Well, let’s examine what we know.”

“All we know is that it wants to kill all men,” Devi says impatiently, waving at her studio.

“Right. So why choose you?” Tenna wonders. Then a thought strikes her. “Devi, what were you painting before the haunting started?”

“Just a doodle,” Devi replies rather cagily.

“But what sort of doodle?”

“A monster…”

“What did it look like-?”

“Johnny, alright!” Devi snaps, “I was painting Johnny as a monster.” Tenna stares at her with surprise before bursting into laughter.

“Shut up!” Devi barks, blushing with embarrassment.

“Why-why were you painting Johnny as a monster?” Tenna asks between snickers.

“Because he is a monster,” she growls.

“Well, that’s probably why the ghost is targeting you,” she says, “it thinks you hate Johnny.”

“I do hate Johnny,” Devi states.

“Oh, come on. No you don’t.”

“Of course I do. He’s a cold-hearted, psychotic dick!”

“Then why do you spend so much time with him?” Devi opens her mouth to argue but nothing comes out. She stammers uncertainly before glaring at the floor angrily.

“Devi?” Tenna questions.

“Johnny is a cold-hearted, selfish, idiotic psychopath,” Devi snaps, “and that’s all there is to it.”

She starts to turn away when a strange noise is heard from her studio. At first it sounds like bizarre breathing but it quickly gets louder and louder until it sounds like raucous laughter.

Something flies out of the room. It almost looks like a shadowy silhouette but none of the girls get a good enough look before it slams into Devi.

She flies across the room and bounces off the wall, landing face down on the floor. Tenna quickly jumps over the couch and races to her. “Devi!”

Before she can reach, some sort of blast sends her flying off her feet and smacking into the back of the couch. Before she blacks out, she sees Devi rise to her feet like a puppet on strings and race out the door.

Back downstairs, Squee dashes out of Alissa’s rooms and down the hall past Dib and Gaz. They call his name and chase after him. Zim and Pepito hear all the commotion and quickly join the race.

“What’s going on?” Dib asks as they run out of the apartment and down the hall. “What did that ghost tell you?”

“Devi’s in danger!” Squee says worriedly, “Ada’s gonna do something horrible!”

“Who’s Ada?” Zim asks.

“The ghost!”

They arrive at Devi’s apartment to find the door wide open and Tenna passed out against the back of the couch.

“We’re too late,” Pepito sighs with despair.

“Tenna!” Squee cries with concern and rushes inside. He holds up Tenna’s face and gently pats her cheeks. “Tenna, are you okay? Can you hear me?”

Tenna’s eyes crack open slowly and she groans. “Squee? Ugh, my neck.”

“What happened?” Squee asks.

“I-I don’t know,” Tenna replies as she rubs the back of her aching neck. “Devi suddenly flew off her feet and I went to check on her but then I flew off my feet and I guess I blacked out.”

“We’re too late,” Squee laments, “Ada’s got her.”

“Ada?” Tenna questions.

Squee’s gone in a flash, out the door and down the hall before everyone else can fully comprehend what just happened. When they realize he ran off, they quickly chase after him.

Squee goes back to Alissa’s apartment. He bursts through the door and goes straight to her room. “Alissa! Alissa!” he calls. She’s already hovering there. She looks at him worriedly.

“We were too late,” he pants, “Ada’s got Devi. What’s she gonna do?” “She’s possessed your friend and taken control of her body,” Alissa says, “she’ll use it achieve her goal. And she’s gonna start with the guy Devi was always complaining about.”

“Oh no,” Squee moans, his stomach somehow sinking even more.

“Squee, what’s going on?” Zim asks as he and others slide into the doorway.

“She’s gonna go after Johnny!” Squee cries, “we gotta stop her!”

They all race out of the room and down hall to the entrance of the building. Along the way, Squee grabs a notebook, pen, and lighter from his bag. He quickly scribbles something of the corner of a page before tearing it out and burning it.

“What are you doing?” Tenna asks.

“Calling for back-up,” Squee replies, “they’ll get there before us even by car. I just hope they make it before something horrible happens.” Meanwhile, at the C house, Johnny fidgets on the couch while channel surfing. He just can’t sit still and he can’t decide on something to watch. Finally he turns the TV off, throws the remote away, and decides to use cat therapy to quell his frustration. He picks up Nugget and holds her to his chest. She doesn’t try to fight, just hangs from his arms.

“Ugh, I should’ve gone with him,” Johnny groans, “why’s he always going on these adventures while I wait at home for him? I’m like a soldier’s wife.”

He grumbles with dismay and rests his chin on Nugget’s head. Suddenly there’s a knock on the door. He leaves Nugget on the couch and answers it suspiciously.

“Devi?” he questions, opening the door all the way.

“Hi, Nny,” Devi chirps, beaming brightly.

“What are you doing here?” he asks, “where’s Squee?”

“Squee’s fine. I just got bored so I decided to come see you,” she replies.

Johnny looks at her with confusion. He’s never seen Devi smile like that. At least not at him. “Are-are you okay?”

“Never better,” she chimes, “so aren’t you gonna let me in?”

“Um,” Johnny hums uncertainly. She gently rests her fingers against his chest and nudges him backwards. Johnny’s so flabbergasted all he can do is obey.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asks.

“I’m fine, silly,” she giggles, “why do you keep asking that?” “It’s just I’ve never seen you act so…cutesy,” he replies.

“I’m just happy to see you, is all.”

Johnny cocks his eyebrow with bewilderment.

As soon as Devi sets foot in the house, Nugget suddenly sets off. She starts hissing and yowling, her ears flat and fur standing straight up. Johnny watches her with surprise before narrowing his eyes suspiciously and glaring at Devi.

“Alright, what’s going on?” he asks, “who are you, really?” “What do you mean?” Devi questions as she closes the door.

“Nugget’s never acted like that around Devi,” Johnny says, “something’s up. You’re not really Devi, are you?”

Her expression changes in a flash. Her dark green eyes get even darker and a blood curdling grin spreads across her face. Johnny flinches with surprise.

“You’re smarter than you look,” Devi says, but her voice doesn’t sound like Devi. It’s got a different sort of tone to it.

Before Johnny can say anything, Devi swipes her hand through the air and he’s knocked off his feet. He flies across the room and slams into the wall opposite the door. He gasps as the wind is knocked out of him and he falls to the floor.

Devi sighs with satisfaction as she walks forward. Nugget yowls and leaps at her. Devi flicks her wrist and she flies across the room. Johnny gasps and leaps onto the floor, catching her before she can land.

“Hey! You can toss me around however you like but don’t hurt the cat!” he barks as he tucks her behind him. “That’s fucked up. Now who the hell are you? What’d you do to Devi?”

“Devi is my puppet,” she replies, “I will use her to achieve my goals: the destruction of every disgusting male on this planet. And we’re starting with you.”

“Ugh, another vengeance driven poltergeist,” Johnny groans, “how do I get myself into these messes?”

Devi swipes her hand through the air again and Johnny is shoved into the wall. He quickly shakes it off and dashes over to the right. Devi follows him with her eyes and waves her hand. Johnny ducks low to the floor. He feels the force whoosh through his hair as he charges her.

He pulls out a switchblade from his pocket before tackling her to the floor. He sits on top of her and swings his knife towards her neck. But at the last second, he hesitates.

Devi shoves his chest and throws him off with inhuman power. He hits the floor hard.

“Damnit,” he spits as he jumps to his feet. He rushes Devi again. She tries to hit him with her force again but he quickly jumps to the left and charges her side. As she turns to meet him, he swings his knife at her face. But again, at the last second he hesitates.

Devi swings her arm and sends him flying back across the room. He bounces off the wall, gasping as the wind rushes out of him, and slumps onto the floor.

“Damnit!” he barks with frustration. “Why can’t I-?”

He stops as he looks up at her. The person who looks like Devi but doesn’t feel like Devi. All of his anger dissolves into something sadder, more confused, and just a bit scared.

“Why can’t I hurt you?” he asks hopelessly.

Devi points her hand at him and starts squeezing her fingers together. Johnny feels a growing pressure around his neck, like he’s being strangled. He doesn’t try to fight it. Just braces himself.

Suddenly, two large arms hook up under Devi’s arms and lift her up nearly three feet off the floor. Johnny coughs as the pressure around his throat loosens and looks up with surprise at Reverend Meat, as Mr. Fuck, Psycho Doughboy, and Sickness rush through the doorway.

“What are you guys doing here?” Johnny asks.

“The Little Boss sent us this message,” Eff replies as he passes him a little scrap of paper that’s singed around the edges. It reads, “hurry to my house! Devi is not herself. Restrain her but don’t hurt her.”

Devi shrieks furiously as Reverend Meat holds her off the floor. She tries to kick his legs but she can’t reach him.

“What’s wrong with her?” D-boy asks.

“I don’t really know but she’s determined to kill me,” Johnny replies then adds quietly, “and she might’ve succeeded if you guys didn’t show up.”

“Alright, Reverend Meat, just hold her tight until Squee shows up,” Eff orders.

“Sure, no problem,” he replies.

Devi suddenly goes limp in his arms. Everyone looks at her with surprise when her head does a complete 180 and she glares at Reverend Meat, eye to eye.

“What the f-!” he starts to exclaim when Devi shrieks like a pterodactyl. Reverend Meat is thrown backwards, his arms slipping off Devi, and smashes through the door.

“My door!” Johnny snaps, “come on!”

“I think we got bigger problems than your door, Nny,” D-boy points out worriedly while Devi dusts herself off. Then she glares at them and they flinch.

“Hey!” Sickness snaps, popping up between Devi and the boys. “Get ahold of yourself, Devi! What’s your problem?”

“Out of my way, little girl,” Devi growls as she shoves Sickness out of the way. “I’m going to annihilate these pigs. Starting with you.” She points menacingly at Johnny.

“Wow, she’s really got a grudge against you,” Eff says, “what’d you do this time?”

“Not a fucking thing,” Nny snaps, “she’s lost her mind.”

“I will destroy all men,” Devi snarls as she stalks up to the boys, her fingers flexing. “And nothing will stop me.”

“Ada!” She flinches at the sound of her real name and spins around. Squee pants as he leans against the doorway, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Tenna close behind.

“Ada, stop this!” he shouts.

“You again?” Devi snaps and waves her hand. “Leave me alone!” The kids jump out of the doorway, dodging the evil wave while it knocks the woozy Reverend Meat back off his feet. They cower against the outside wall beside the doorway.

“We can’t go the peaceful route this time, Squee,” Dib says, “we need another plan.”

“I’m open to suggestions,” Squee says.

“Do you still have that notebook we used to trap Reggie the Ripper?” he asks.

“Of course, it’s in my room,” he replies.

“Good. We can use the same book and the same spell to trap her,” Dib explains, “we’ll distract her while you grab it.”

“Okay, but how are we gonna get her out of Devi’s body?” Squee asks.

“We just need something silver,” he replies.

“Silver?”

“Yes. It’s a pure metal that all evil creatures hate.”

“I can attest to that,” Pepito says, “that’s why all of my jewellery is gold.” “Alright, everyone ready?” Zim asks.

They nod and get ready to jump out only to realize that Devi has just appeared in the doorway.

The kids scream with shock and fear. She snarls and starts to lift her hand when Tenna tackles her back into the house. She sits on her and holds down her arms.

“Devi! Get it together!” she shouts, “you can fight this!”

“Devi’s gone!” she shrieks before throwing Tenna off. She flies across the room and smacks into Nny, Eff, and D-boy. They all clatter to the floor.

Devi stands up and starts to approach them when Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito jump in from behind her. Pepito swings his guitar, Gaz lifts her bat, and Zim and Dib pull back their fists as the come down on her.

Devi leaps out of the way just in time and skids across the floor in crouch. She glares at them angrily.

“Sorry about this, Devi,” Pepito says as they glare back. “We’ll try not to hurt you too badly.”

She snarls and whips her arm. Pepito lifts his hands and blocks the force, but it pushes him back a couple inches.

Dib and Gaz race around either side of Pepito and charge Devi. Gaz goes in high with her bat while Dib goes in low with their fists. Devi sees them both coming and quickly pushes her arms out to the sides. Dib and Gaz fly backwards and hit the walls.

Zim rises up on his spider legs. They throw him towards Devi and he flies at her, feet first. She lifts her hand and catches him with her force. He hovers there for a second, whimpering fearfully, before she flings into the ceiling. He bounces off of it and slams into the floor.

Before Devi can choose another target, a wave of black energy slams into her and pushes her into the wall. She glares at Pepito who’s wielding his guitar like sword. He swings it, unleashing another wave of energy. Devi lifts her hand and squeezes it. The energy shatters like glass. Pepito flinches fearfully.

Devi pushes her hand through the air. Pepito holds up his guitar and blocks the force but it pushes him back. She does it again and it pushes him back more and makes him cry out in pain. She does it a third time and it knocks Pepito off his feet and over the couch.

Devi snarls and sets her sights on Johnny, Tenna, Eff, and D-boy. They whimper worriedly as Devi starts to step forward and lift her hand.

Suddenly Sickness wraps her arms around Devi’s ankles, making her lose her balance and fall onto her face. Then Reverend Meat jumps in. He holds her arms behind her back with one hand and holds her head down with the other. She shrieks angrily into the floor as she writhes underneath him.

“Eff! D-boy!” Squee shouts as he slides into the room, clutching a black notebook with a lock to his chest. On the cover written in white it reads, “Squee + Dib’s Spirt Notebook”. “Make a silver chain!”

“Huh?” Eff questions, “but I’m not sure we can. We might only be able to make single chain links.”

“Then combine your powers,” he demands.

“How?” D-boy asks.

“Think of something. You’re clever.”

Eff and D-boy look at each other curiously. Then they take off their hats. D-boy squeezes the top of his hat into Eff’s and they both reach inside. Their eyes widen with astonishment as they both pull out the ends of a long, silver chain.

“Good work,” Squee says and points at Devi. “Now trap her!”

They put their hats back, jump to their feet, and run over to Reverend Meat and Devi.

“Meat, lift her up!” Eff orders.

Reverend Meat grabs Devi’s arms with both hands and picks her up, holding her off the floor. She howls profanities and kicks about.

Eff and D-boy spread the chain and run on either side of the Devi. The second the chain makes contact, she starts shrieking in pain.

The Doughboys go around her back, D-boy ducking under Reverend Meat’s arms while Eff leaps over him. Then they run back around Devi, toss each their ends of the chain, and go back around.

They keep wrapping her up until Reverend Meat doesn’t have to hold her arms anymore. Then they toss him the ends of the chain and he pulls it tight.

Devi falls to her knees, screeching agonizingly. Everybody gets up and clusters together in front of her while Reverend Meat holds her down from behind.

“Squee, get the book ready,” Dib orders, “we have to be ready to trap her as soon as the ghost escapes.”

“I know,” Squee nods as he opens the book to a blank page and readies a pen.

Devi grits her teeth, her screams escaping in short bursts as she tries to fight the pain. She starts to lift up in the air, wind blowing violently around her. Reverend Meat tries to hold her down but he’s losing his grip on the chain.

“No!” Devi screams. The chain severs into pieces and everyone is knocked off their feet. Devi drops to her feet and glares at them furiously.

“I will not be stopped!” she shrieks, “I will not be contained! I will achieve my goal! And you will all die! Starting with you.”

She points at Johnny and he groans exhaustedly, “come on…” She starts to squeeze her hands together and visible pressure appears on Johnny’s clothes, like he’s being squeezed by a giant hand. With one last ditch effort, Zim, Dib, Gaz, Pepito, and Squee charge her. She lets go of Johnny with one hand and knocks them back like flies then immediately goes back to squeezing.

Johnny groans in pain and squeezes his eyes shut as the pressure increases. It won’t be long before his bones crumble like dust beneath the force. At least it’s an interesting way to go.

Suddenly the pressure stops and she lets him go. He gasps for breath and leans against the wall. Everybody looks at Devi with surprise. She’s trembling and squeezing her head like she’s got a massive migraine.

“What…what’s happening?” she asks with confusion. “How are you doing this? You shouldn’t even exist anymore!”

She’s panting like she’s having a hard time breathing. Then she suddenly throws her head back and screams with a voice that’s all Devi, “get out of my head, you bitch!”

She throws herself into the wall and smashes her head. She makes a gagging noise as her eyes roll back in her head and she collapses to the floor.

Then without warning, a shadowy silhouette flies out of Devi’s body. It materializes into a transparent body with long, messy black hair and dark eyes. She shrieks with frustration.

“Squee, the book!” Dib orders.

“Right!” Squee nods as he grabs the notebook and quickly draws a circle on the blank page. Immediately, Ada starts getting sucked into it.

“No!” she screams, “I will not be contained! I will succeed!”

Squee struggles to hold the book still from the strength of the suction. Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito quickly grab onto it and help him.

Ada digs her nails into the floor but she doesn’t slow down. She continues screaming until she disappears into the page. Then they slam the book shut and lock it.

The silence is almost deafening. Everyone pants from exhilaration as they look at Devi’s unconscious body, stunned and speechless.

“What just happened?” Tenna finally asks.

“Devi wrestled control of her body back,” Dib replies in awe, “she went up against a powerful, vengeance-driven spirit and won.”

Everybody blinks with surprise.

“Devi’s fucking scary,” Johnny comments.

Devi’s eyes crack open. She immediately closes them when she feels a splitting pain in the side of her head. She groans and moves to rub it but feels some kind of fabric instead of her hair. She forces her eyes open and looks around.

She’s lying on Johnny’s couch in his living room. The first thing she sees is Nugget’s big eyes staring at her as she lies on the back of the couch.

Devi slowly lifts her hand up to her. Nugget sniffs her fingers then mews satisfactorily and trots away.

Devi groans and sits up, rubbing her head. There’s a bandage wrapped around it.

“Devi!” Tenna squeals as she glomps her, nuzzling her neck. “You’re okay! I was so worried about you!”

Devi’s too exhausted to react but she perks up when Johnny walks in. She looks away guiltily.

“I’m…sorry,” she mutters.

Johnny blinks with surprise then shrugs. “Don’t worry about it.”

She looks around curiously. “Where’s Squee?”

“He went back to your building with his friends,” Nny replies, “said there was one last thing they had to do.”

Meanwhile, at Devi’s apartment building, Zim, Dib, Gaz, and Pepito follow Squee through Alissa and Ada’s old room. They stop outside Alissa’s bedroom and he goes inside.

“Alissa?” he says. She’s still there, hovering quietly. She looks at him with surprise then smiles with relief.

“You’re alive,” she sighs.

“Yeah, we stopped her,” Squee nods, “but um we couldn’t help her. She was too powerful. All we could do was trap her in this.”

He holds out his notebook and Alissa looks at curiously.

“She’s trapped in that?” she questions.

“Yeah. I’m sorry.”

Alissa hovers back and smiles softly. “In life I believed my purpose was to control my sister. So I killed us both because I thought that was the only way to stop her. I believe that is why I couldn’t pass on; because she didn’t stop so I still had to control her. But I failed.”

“You, however, were able to stop her. I’m grateful to you for that,” she says, “I don’t think I’ll be able to pass on though. I can’t go on without her. I love my sisters, despite her many, many flaws.”

Squee smiles. “You know, Alissa, I think you and I got a lot in common.”

Alissa smiles back.

“At least promise me that if someone moves in, you won’t like torment them or anything,” he says.

“Don’t worry,” she giggles, “I’ll be happy to have roommates.”

Squee smiles and leaves, closing the door behind him. They exit the apartment, locking the door back up, and walk back to the entrance.

“So Reggie the Ripper and Ada the Man-hater,” Zim states, “two powerful spirits are now trapped in that book.”

“That makes it the most dangerous item in our possession,” Dib says.

“Don’t worry. I’ll keep it safe and hidden,” Squee promises, “at least until we need it again.”

“Hopefully we won’t,” Gaz says, “I mean how many powerful, vengeance-driven poltergeists can we go up against?”

A worried silence falls over the group. They chuckle nervously to try and break the tension.

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