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soullessjack · 7 months

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i feel like so many facets in jack’s character that are narratively supposed to attribute to his internal conflict have been woobified and infantilized so extensively that nobody can even register them as actual struggles—like the entire thing about his age vs his life experience. on a physical/mental/emotional level jack is developed to his early 20’s and has all the capabilities of a young 20-something year old, but because he hasn’t actually lived through 20-something years and lacks the experience necessary to having good judgment and a good understanding of how to respond/react appropriately.

and the thing is, jack did choose to be an adult, but had no way of knowing that he’d have to deal with all of this as a result of that. he made his decision on the basis that the world was too dangerous for him to be younger, but Kelly likely never made him feel as if he would potentially be dangerous because of his powers. like I’ve said before, jack is almost entirely unaware that they aren’t a normal human for the entire first episode up until Dean tells the sheriff they’re a nephil. all they knew is that they heard voices and got freaked out and that “things” (sheriff barker getting launched into the vending machine) happened when they got freaked out.

adding onto this, another facet of Jack’s character is wanting to prove his worth or capabilities to others. he wants to be part of the team and be strong enough to protect people, all of which ties into his core desire to be Good and Safe and prove that to the guys, and he expresses extreme frustration and anger at himself when he naively trusts the wrong person (asmodeus, duma), misjudges a situation or overreacts in a way that harms someone else (the tombstone security guard, the Gas’n’Sip employee) because it outwardly proves to his father figures that he isn’t good or safe or worth their love+effort, and while the basis for Jack’s character and conflict is Nature vs Nurture, it also revolves around a struggle for autonomy—particularly his struggle to be more than what his own existence even allows him to be, and I think that’s the thing people horribly misunderstand or purposely ignore about jack and this particular struggle.

it’s not about jack wanting to be a normal kid (he actually very much just wants to be a normal teenager). it’s about the fact that jack has a limited life experience which clouds his judgement, lends to his naivety, and leads him to making the wrong choices and react inappropriately and hurt people without meaning to and further playing into why everyone is afraid of him. it’s about the fact that jack wants to be good and safe and strong and protect others (which are both already conflicting idealizations), and he’s angry when when the factors of his existence lead him to fucking up and registering him as a threat when he very adamantly doesn’t want to be a threat.

jack doesn’t want to be a normal child and none of their problems would disappear if he was one. they want to be capable of having self control and protecting the people they care about (re:, “what’s the point of having these powers if I can’t use them to help the people I care about? it’s selfish of me not to”), and he wants to have better judgement to understand what the right thing is in a situation and make the appropriate choice/reaction. the horror lies in the fact that he inherently does not have any of that. because of Jack’s naivety, he doesn’t have good judgment and he is incredibly dangerous regardless of the effort he puts into being safe, and frankly it’s weird to infantilize that particular aspect of his character (and every aspect, but this especially) the way this fandom has

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calder · 4 months

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"This planet is haunted by us; the other occupants just evade boredom by filling our skies and seas with monsters. I was clearly meant to blunder into that little town in West Virginia, and learn things that some men have known for centuries but were afraid to ask. I warned Sheriff Johnson and Mary Hyre that this was folklore in the making. Gray Barker did try to turn it into a celestial fairy tale, making me decide to write this book and tell the truth as it happened." (The Mothman Prophecies, Keel, 1975, afterword written 2001, pp. 271-272)

#mothman

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dominatemehardcore · 6 days

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Prison Uniforms & Restraints

I love prison uniforms. You know the person is either a county jail inmate, a state prison inmate, or maybe they are an involuntarily committed psych ward patient. You see someone in a "Bob Barker" prison uniform, and you know exactly what you're looking at thanks to the news, movies, and TV shows.

Combing over the Bob Barker Company website (https://www.bobbarker.com), here's everything I was able to gather, organize, and condense.

Tristitch Two-Piece and Jumpsuits in Solid & Striped Colors 13 Solid Colors: Brown, Green, Hot Pink, Khakis, Lime Green, Medium Gray, Navy, Orange, Postman Blue, Red, White, Wine, Yellow 5 Striped Colors: Black & White, Blue & White, Green & White, Orange & White, Red & White Boxer Shorts: Brown, Orange, White Socks: Orange, White Canvas Slip-on Shoes: Black, Navy, Orange, White Leather Safety Steel-Toe Boots (black) PVC Slip-on Sandals (tan)

I would love to wear nothing but prison uniform clothing while being dominated so I know my place. Boxers, pants & shirt or jumpsuit, socks, shoes, ballcap (Bob Barker offers this too), the entire outfit is 100% what a real prison inmate would wear, so that is what I want to wear while being dominated.

Handcuffs in various styles plus the blue box, BOA handcuffs plus the BOA handcuff cover, waist chain with padlock, connector chain (cuffs to irons), leg irons in various styles, BOA leg irons, and anything else that would be used in a "real" county jail or state prison. All of it. I want to be locked up as securely as a dangerous convict in transport, like someone doing decades in prison and is desperate to escape. I want to be locked up that securely.

I want to be dressed and restrained so authentically that a Police Officer, Sheriff Deputy, or State Trooper would immediately assume me to be an escaped inmate. I would expect to be treated as such and hauled off to County Jail to be fully booked and fully processed through intake. I would be hoping my Dom will come down to the station and explain everything - that is... if he "wants" to.

If you have comments, questions, or safety warnings, please post them below or DM me.

#inmate #inmate uniform #prison restraints

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aimer-imaginer-penser · 8 months

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Rufe Jordan, Sheriff at Pampa, TX (Gray County) for 54 years, Photo by Kent Barker, 1984

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marshfiend · 1 year

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At 7:15 p.m., on September 12, 1952, two brothers, Edward and Fred May, and their friend Tommy Hyer, said that they saw a bright object cross the sky and land on the property of local farmer G. Bailey Fisher. The boys went to the home of Kathleen May, where they told their story. May, accompanied by the three boys, local children Neil Nunley and Ronnie Shaver, and West Virginia National Guardsman Eugene Lemon, went to the Fisher farm in an effort to locate whatever it was that the boys had said they had seen. The group reached the top of a hill, where Nunley said they saw a pulsing red light. Lemon said he aimed a flashlight in that direction and momentarily saw a tall "man-like figure with a round, red face surrounded by a pointed, hood-like shape".

Descriptions varied. In an article for Fate Magazine based on his tape-recorded interviews, UFO writer Gray Barker described the figure as approximately 10 feet (3 m) tall, with a round blood-red face, a large pointed "hood-like shape" around the face, eye-like shapes which emitted greenish-orange light, and a dark black or green body. May described the figure as having "small, claw-like hands", clothing-like folds, and "a head that resembled the ace of spades". According to the story, when the figure made a hissing sound and "glided toward the group", Lemon screamed and dropped his flashlight, causing the group to run away.

September 14, 1952, news clip from the Charleston Daily Mail The group said they had smelled a "pungent mist" and some later said they were nauseated. The local sheriff and a deputy had been investigating reports of a crashed aircraft in the area. They searched the site of the reported monster but "saw, heard and smelled nothing". According to Barker's account, the next day, A. Lee Stewart Jr. of the Braxton Democrat claimed to have discovered "skid marks" in the field and an "odd, gummy deposit" which were subsequently attributed by UFO enthusiast groups as evidence of a "saucer" landing.

According to former news editor Holt Byrne, "newspaper stories were carried throughout the country, radio broadcasts were carried on large networks, and hundreds of phone calls were received from all parts of the country". The national press services rated the story "No. 11 for the year". A minister from Brooklyn came to question the May family. A Pittsburgh paper sent a special reporter. UFO and Fortean writers like Gray Barker and Ivan T. Sanderson arrived to investigate.

-Wikipedia

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luulapants · 1 year

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#supernatural polls #supernatural season thirteen

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coochiequeens · 1 year

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Not only was a male allowed in a women’s prison he was given a female cellmate. And the male as a history of “Cole has had other felony convictions dating back to 2012, including for robbery, DOMESTIC BATTERY and receiving stolen property.”

Reduxx has obtained details on the identity of the trans-identified detainee who is alleged to have sexually assaulted a female inmate while in custody at the Justice Center in Hamilton County, Ohio.

On January 4, FOX 19 reported that the Hamilton County Sheriff’s Office (HCSO) was investigating an alleged rape that had taken place between two detainees at the county jail. The perpetrator was described as a trans-identified male who had been sharing a cell with the female detainee. The HCSO had the male detainee listed as a “female” for the purposes of their classification.

While neither parties were named by FOX 19, Reduxx has now learned the identity of the alleged perpetrator after speaking with the Sheriff’s Office.

Michael Cole, also known as Michelle, was in the Justice Center awaiting trial after having been deemed a “violator at large” by the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Corrections. Cole had escaped a local halfway house and had been placed in custody after being located by authorities.

Cole has a lengthy criminal history spanning multiple states, and a perplexing track record of court documents referring to him both by male and female pronouns.

In 2011, Cole was charged in Indiana for operating a vehicle while intoxicated, or drunk driving, and was to serve time at Steuben County Jail. The next year, Cole was indicted as a fugitive in Ohio, and later appeared in Indiana’s Steuben Circuit Court for his failure to return to lawful detention following his drunk driving charges. He was sentenced to serve time at a local county jail. According to a Cleveland.com report, Cole has had other felony convictions dating back to 2012, including for robbery, domestic battery and receiving stolen property.

In 2017, Cole and his then-fiancée were indicted on charges related to the 2016 murder of another trans-identified male Cole had met through a “transgender support group” on Facebook. The victim, Brandon aka Brandi Bledsoe, had agreed to meet with Cole in person for drinks at a local bar in Akron, Ohio on the night of October 7, 2016.

The next day, Bledsoe’s body was found dumped in the driveway of a residence in Cleveland’s east side. The victim was described as “wearing only underwear and had white plastic bags covering [his] head and both hands,” according to police reports. The corpse was found by a 5-year-old boy while he and his 12-year-old brother were out riding their bicycles. The victim died of a gunshot wound to the chest, but the medical examination also indicated trauma to the head.

Court documents from Cuyahoga County, where the murder took place, were very carefully worded and suggested some confusion as to what pronouns to use to reference Cole. At the time, it was reported that Cole “[did] not exclusively identify as a man or a woman.”

Cole was then sentenced in 2018 to serve six years in prison for the charges of tampering with evidence, obstruction of justice, and gross abuse of a corpse. The charges for aggravated murder and two felonious assaults were nullified. Presiding judge Pamela Barker referred to Cole with “his/her” pronouns and stated that the “defendant is a transgender individual,” but official court documents still listed his gender as male and he was initially sent to serve his sentence at Lorain Correctional Institution for men.

At some point during his detention, Cole was transferred to a women’s institution.

Reduxx found that a 2020 letter from Cuyahoga County Court denying Cole’s motion for judicial release was addressed to the Dayton Correctional Institution, a facility which houses female inmates.

Following the January 4 rape allegations, Cole was moved from the Hamilton County’s jail back into the custody of the Ohio Department of Rehabilitation and Corrections. Despite being booked as a male under his male name, Cole is at the Ohio Reformatory for Women (ORW), a female facility. Reduxx received confirmation from the ORW that Cole arrived to the facility on January 6 and is currently pending a returned violation hearing.

An ODRC spokeswoman had previously confirmed that Cole is being housed in the infirmary and is separated from the general population at the women’s prison. He will be at this facility serving the remainder of “a sentence that expires soon.” Cole’s expected release date for the 2018 charges associated with the murder of Brandi Bledsloe is Monday, January 30, 2023, but as the investigation into the alleged rape continues, he may face new charges in coming weeks.

Following the alleged January 4 rape, the victim immediately reported what had happened to a corrections officer. She stated that she had woken up to Cole’s hand over her mouth in an apparent effort to silence her during the ordeal. She was taken to the University of Cincinnati Medical Center to be examined by a Sexual Assault Nurse Examiner.

While Cole reportedly told detectives it was not “physically possible” that he could have raped the woman, court documents reportedly containing photos of “male genitalia” were obtained by investigators. Cole also told detectives that his “classification” had been sorted out at the state level, and that he was a “female.”

By Yuliah Alma Yuliah is a junior researcher and journalist at Reduxx. She is a passionate advocate for women's rights and child safeguarding. Yuliah lives on the American east coast, and is an avid reader and book collector.

#Ohio #Hamilton County Sheriff’s Office (HCSO)#Michelle Cole is Michael Cole #A Trans Identified Male was killed by another trans identified male #Ohio Reformatory for Women (ORW)#KeepPrisonsSingleSex

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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Nothing Breaks Like a Heart

Michael watched Mia eat carefully, wishing she had ordered more food to fulfill the hunger he knew she had, but seeing her at least eat something was enough to satisfy his worry. "Why aren't you eating?" She asked him.

He shrugged, "I have been. Just making sure you are."

She flashed him a weak smile, eating the last bit of her scrambled eggs, "I want to stop by the grocery store on the way back. I want to talk to the manager and see if he can have the video pulled. I need something to tell Sheriff Barker."

Michael nodded, not noticing Corey and Allyson walk by their booth on their way out the door. He had no reason to look their way as he viewed them as normal people. Although he knew who Allyson was and she knew who he was, he figured (and hoped) that she wouldn't go stir-crazy like her grandmother would.

What got Michael's attention, though, was the stark sound of the muffler rattle -- the same rattle he and Mia heard that night on the lonesome road that led to their house. Turning his head towards the noise, all he could see was a blue car. He wanted to get up and follow it, but knew that if they were local, he'd hear the sound again. "What's wrong?" Mia asked, noticing his concern.

Looking back at her, he chose not to say anything about his suspicion, knowing that it would only cause her to worry more. He shook his head, "Nothing. Just looking."

"You and looking out windows," She giggled, taking another sip from her drink and rustling around in her purse, grabbing her wallet.

"Don't you dare pull out money to pay for this." He warned, being the one who always paid for the dinner bill.

She wouldn't put it past him to snatch it from the server's hands before she could get to it. He'd done it before.

Huffing, she put away her wallet after pulling out a ten-dollar bill, "Fine, but if you pay, I tip like I always do."

"Deal." He removed his own wallet, setting a twenty on the table for when the waiter would return to drop off the check. For once in his life, Michael was proud of himself for who he made himself out to be. From being a stone-cold, soulless killer, he sure turned his life around to be the man he had wanted to be. Although he never saw himself as a family man, let alone a father or a working man, he appreciated Mia even more for guiding him by the hand down the road of personal redemption. However, just because he was willing to give up killing to be normal, he would do it again in a heartbeat when it came to his family.

Which was what he was going to do.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

"Thank you for coming to have lunch with me," Allyson smiled over at Corey, who was nervously looking out the passenger window as she drove. "It means a lot."

"You're welcome. I'm sorry the parts didn't come in quicker for your car. I'm sure it's driving you crazy -- it sure is me."

"It's not your fault, Corey. Everything is taking forever to get nowadays. Don't worry about it. I kinda missed driving this old hunk of junk. She has character." She giggled, patting the steering wheel as she began to cross the bridge, jolting as she heard the siren of a police officer behind her.

Wondering what she had done wrong, she pulled over, knowing she wasn't speeding and at least her tags were in date. Groaning, she then saw her former boyfriend, Doug Mulaney, strutting towards the car -- nothing but his ego and testosterone to add to his name. "You're under arrest!" He smirked, leaning against the window, ignoring Corey's glare coming from the passenger seat.

"For what?" She replied, aggravated.

"For being the prettiest girl I know."

She scoffed, thinning her lips as it was one of the stupidest jokes he had said, "Thanks, Doug."

"Nah, I pulled you over because your muffler is about to fall off. Best to get that fixed before you got a bigger problem on your hands." He advised, patting on the top of the car and shooting another territorial glare toward Corey before walking back to his cruiser.

"Ex-boyfriend, huh?"

"An ex for a reason."

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

Arriving to Haddonfield Memorial, Allyson parked her car as Corey exited the vehicle first, coming around to her door and opening it for her. "Oh, thank you." She smiled.

"You're welcome. It's supposed to get cold tonight. Do you need my jacket?"

"You'll need it more than me with your motorcycle," She grinned. "I have one in my locker. Hopefully, the next eight hours go by quick."

"It's a busy place. I'm sure it will." He nodded, pushing his glasses up on his nose, astonished that Allyson had given him an innocent peck on the cheek, giving him her thanks for tagging along with her.

He blushed, looking down at his feet like a schoolboy, but he would be lying if he said he didn't want to experience it again.

Laurie stood at the window in her office, twiddling her thumbs in anxiousness as it was almost Corey's time to check on Ella at the abandoned Allen's home. She felt guilt for treating a child this way, but she always ensured that Ella had food, water, a warm place to sleep, and a change of clothes and undergarments that she would purchase from the Goodwill. Although she knew that the isolation she was forcing Ella to experience was nothing better than what they did to Michael at Smith's Grove.

She watched out of her window, hoping Michael would come back for her to finish what they had started. He may have escaped Smith's Grove, survived multiple fatal wounds, and walked out of a housefire, but he would not escape Laurie's wrath.

Sighing, she sat down at her computer and skimmed through her draft. Violence. Evil. Death. On every page, one of those three words appeared. Three names appeared just as frequently and caught her attention each time: Karen, Allyson, and Michael.

How do you get away from evil once it enters your life? Do you keep trying to fight it? Or do you just give up?

Laurie typed, hoping the answer would present itself. In a way, she had hoped the answer was right in front of her -- what she had underlined on the screen, but she refused.

Cowardly.

When it frightens you, it holds you hostage. But what happens when you hold evil hostage? Does it fight back? Does it comply? Or does it change shape?

Laurie reconsidered the thought. Wanting to surrender her hands to Michael and letting him take the victorious lap in ending her life that she was so sure that he wanted to do, but something in her told her to fight.

Allyson heard Deb laughing with Mathis inside his office as she restocked the supplies in the exam room as her responsibilities became more menial after Mathis gave Deb the promotion. As well as Deb's job performance began to lack as the days went on. Grimacing after seeing Deb through the cracked slits of the blinds in his office to be massaging his shoulders, she had concluded that Deb did more than just "kiss his ass" to get the promotion. Shaking her head, she then headed downstairs, where she stood at a vending machine debating whether to eat a potato chip and granola ba dinner or just skip it.

Replaying what she had just seen through her head, she then decided to take a break, stepping outside to get some fresh air. The afternoon was chilly and her scrubs did little to keep her warm. She wrapped her arms around her body and held herself.

After a few minutes, her eyes drifted across the parking lot aimlessly, not situating themselves on any one thing. She looked at Mathis' Porche parked across three spots, away from the handful of other cars.

Something didn't sit right with Allyson. Even though she couldn't see anyone, she had the unsettling and familiar feeling of being watched. Her eyes studied the lot again. She saw nothing, which made the feeling even more unsettling. She then hurried back inside and watched the parking lot through the glass door. She homed in on the shadows and the places one could hide, but still didn't see anybody.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

"You're fucking him, aren't you?" Deb asked Allyson regarding Corey as she picked up her things before her shift ended.

Allyson didn't engage and continued filing.

"I mean, it's so fucking weird when you think about it," Deb continued. What annoyed Allyson the most was that Deb didn't require an engaged audience to perform, she just needed an audience. "It's like the perfect Haddonfield romance, you know what I mean? A cute young girl falls for the local psycho. I mean, imagine if Laurie Strode had fucking fallen in love with Michael Myers. Can you imagine? If they were together? But nope. She wasn't having it. She decided to trap him in her SAW trap basement and light the fucking house on fire. Badass bitch!"

"What's your problem, Deb? Am I here or not? Seriously, do you ever shut your goddamn mouth?" The words exploded out of Allyson and caught Deb off guard. Deb stood confused like a deer in headlights.

She'd never seen that side of Allyson. And after a moment, she decided that Allyson must have been joking and broke into a laughing fit.

"I know, right? I know I talk too much. I just get so excited about all that boogeyman bullshit!"

Dr. Mathis came out of his office arguing on the phone about a fantasy football trade. Mathis was the league commissioner, and he ran his group in the same ego-driven way he ran the clinic. He then bluntly handed Allyson some paperwork without acknowledging her. The papers slid out from the folder and scattered across the floor. Deb hurried after Mathis while Allyson collected the loose paperwork. She then waited until both Mathis and Deb had left the building, and then she slammed the folder against the ground violently, wanting to destroy everything inside it. Her knuckles cracked against the floor as her rage took control. The force brutally ripped the papers and bruised her knuckles. Allyson wanted to kill it all.

Once her furious eruption had settled, Allyson looked at the destruction. Breathing heavily. Then she collected herself, straightened the paperwork, and set it down on the desk.

Then, she stepped to the window, where she saw Deb and Dr. Mathis heading to his car. Again, Allyson felt the sensation of being watched. But this time, she needed to be seen.

From across the parking lot, Corey sat on his motorcycle, watching Allyson through the window, a frown plastered on his face as if he had been watching Mathis' behavior towards her as if he were there.

Then he turned his focus to Deb and Dr. Mathis, seeing that he had ended his phone call and handed his dry cleaning for Deb to carry as he unlocked the door. Deb took his clothes and jumped into his Porsche. "This car is soooo cool!" she screamed. "You have to go fast, okay? I love to go fast."

"You came to the right guy," Dr. Mathis said as he began the process of getting into the driver's seat. He had difficulty getting into such a small car, but he never once considered getting something more pragmatic. His car represented everything he believed he was. He then gripped the roof with one hand and swung himself inside. The car bounced mightily under his weight.

"All right, my lady, let's go fast." He revved the gas, but then he limply proceeded at a slow and safe speed out of the parking lot. Deb tried to keep the moment exciting by screaming, but it didn't really work.

Allyson returned to her desk, replaying the scene she had just saw, grimacing at the mental image of Mathis and Deb together. Perfect couple: both too fed up on their own egos to care about anything else but showing off and getting to the top, not caring how they got there. Once sitting down, she then heard Corey's motorcycle driving away. Assuming nothing, she went back to work.

𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁𐄙𐄁

That night, Michael and Little John had managed to distribute the high-strength melatonin into Mia's drink. Michael hated doing something behind Mia's back, but they all knew that she needed to sleep. At least more than six hours. Since returning to Haddonfield, or since leaving Montana for that matter, he hadn't seen her sleep since. Sure, she would doze off for maybe an hour, but would wake right back up and continue to worry about the situation.

He was less anxious that she had began to be eating more since their breakfast date, but it still didn't ease his mind that she looked the way she did -- physically ill. It worried him.

"What did the store say?" Big John asked, scooping a heap of mashed potatoes into his mouth.

"He wasn't able to pull videos and the administrative coordinator wasn't there today, so he said he was going to get her to do it tomorrow. I gave him my phone number and I hope he calls me back. I also called Sheriff Barker and told him about today. He said that if the manager doesn't call me back tomorrow like he promised, he was going to go down there himself."

"I hope he ain't lyin' to you, Mia," Big John said, raising his brow. "I'd hate to knock that cowboy hat right off his head."

"Yeah, and catch a charge while you're at it?" She scoffed.

"Hey," He replied, facing his palms toward her. "These hands rated E for everybody."

She flashed a smile, a genuine smile for the first time in days, "If you say so."

After they had finished their meals, Michael was the first to take her plate, knowing she was usually the one to do so. "I got it."

"You don't have to do that, Michael."

"I want to."

She yawned, "Okay."

Seeing that she was beginning to get drowsy, Michael continued to walk into the kitchen, hearing Little John tell him that the melatonin usually kicks in within the first hour of consumption.

Big John knew about the melatonin slip as well as encouraging Michael to do it as Michael felt like he was drugging her, which John would tell him that it was technically what he was doing, but it was for something she needed and was under the supervision of Little John. He watched as she finished her drink, licking her lips before yawning again as she stretched her arms above her head, "I think I'm going to go to bed."

"Haven't heard you say that in a while." Michael commented, thankful that it was working.

"I know. Maybe my body is finally telling me to sleep, but my mind is telling me to go out there and find her." She frowned.

"We'll find her, Mia," Big John encouraged. "We'll find her."

She nodded, frowning as she fought the urge of more tears, wondering where she was and if she was being treated fairly. Standing to her feet, she then wrapped her arms around Big John's neck, embracing her brother as they hadn't held each other in years. Aside from Michael, John was Mia's first protector, especially during the robbery that ruined their childhoods.

"Keep an eye on her once she lays down," Little John whispered to Michael in the kitchen, continuing to wash the dishes. "It won't harm her, but she's been stressed and has been having a high heart rate. She hasn't been having palpitations again, has she?"

"So far, no. I hope they don't come back."

"I'm surprised they haven't considering how stressed she's been. But maybe she'll be sleeping like a rock tonight and her body can sort of reset. I don't like seeing her like this."

Michael lay on his back as he held her, listening to her steady breaths as she had finally fallen asleep after a few tosses and turns. Resorting to her head on his chest and her arm over his stomach, she was sleeping soundly as well as taking advantage of his natural body heat. As for Michael, he couldn't sleep. Instead, he looked up at the ceiling, listening to the clock tick, every stroke of the hand becoming louder and louder, reminding him of his nights in Smith's Grove.

Loomis' words from the radio broadcast replayed in his mind. He wondered on where he would be if he managed to escape that night in 1984 or managed to escape the law in 1978 after the attacks. He wondered if he would be in prison or just a normal man keeping his sins at bay. Every day, he was nervous about the law coming to take him away, causing him to lose the life he worked so hard to make and lose the redemption he made for himself.

Continuing to look up at the ceiling, he then began to wonder where his baby girl was, what she was doing, and if she was alone. It broke his heart to think about her sitting in a room of isolation and suffocating silence, wondering where her parents were. Then again, if he had to choose, he would hope she was somewhere safe and isolated than somewhere chaotic and abused. That thought alone made him tighten his jaw, hoping to kill whoever put her in that situation, giving them no mercy to fend for themselves.

He hoped she was warm as the night was cold and windy, wishing that he could be holding her and spoiling her with ice cream even though Mia got mad at him when he did, but he didn't care. He thought back on the brief days he had watching her eyes sparkle at the sight of her very own horse, excited to ride her for the very first time.

Her laugh, God, her laugh, was the most angelic thing he had ever heard. Ella carried so much spirit with her wherever she went. Her laughter, smile, little sayings, and mischievous antics all seemed to disappear within the blink of an eye and it all broke Michael's heart over again with more force.

God help whoever took his entire world away from him.

#og michael myers #michaelmyers #james jude courtney #h40michael #halloween2018

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pinkiepiebones · 2 years

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So when I'm working on other shit I have ancient LPs or "retsupuraes" on in the background. Lately I've been listening to the Retsupurae of Dark Seed 2. It's a very bad game, with bad characters, bad dialogue, bad puzzles, bad music, etc. But I keep thinking that there is a nugget of genuinely interesting story buried in it.

DS2 takes place a year after the first game. In the first game, which is also a bad game (but Cyberdreams somehow roped HR Giger into doing art for it?), ad exec Mike Dawson* has a nightmare about aliens implanting an embryo in his brain. He has three days to thwart the alien's plans, otherwise the embryo hatches and kills him/the planet. He has to navigate his huge house that he apparently bought sight unseen, go to the tiny town for stupid clues, pour scotch in an old car's gas tank. It's a genuinely bad game, barely saved by the fresh Giger art.

DS2 opens with Mike (now played by a different guy) having a new nightmare. He wakes up in his childhood room- the events of the first game sent him into a nervous breakdown so he moved back in with his mom in Crowley, TX. And everyone hates him. His mom insists he needs to "snap out of" his mental health crisis. Everyone treats him like garbage. Oh, and he's the prime suspect in the gruesome murder of the town librarian, Rita Scanlin. Then the alien lady who contacted him in the first game appears on TV to tell him that "the Ancients" are once again threatening earth and he's the only one who can thwart their plans. Again. So this pathetic sack of shit has to traverse his tiny town and interrogate people with a whiny nasal voice and somehow save the world.

But there's a good story buried under the bad graphics and unending dialogue trees. See, the game starts with Mike insisting he and Rita dated, just like in high school, but were never intimate. As Mike "investigates," it comes to light that Rita enjoyed a healthy sex life. She was involved with at least four men in the story. And no one "slut shames" her for it (well, Mrs Ramirez calls her a tool of the Devil for screwing around with her husband, but she paid someone to kill her husband, not Rita). In fact, only when Mike gets into Rita's house at the end of the game and reads a letter she wrote to her mom and never got to send does he start calling her a bitch and a slut. Oh, and it's pretty clear they never really dated once Mike moved back home. High school was 20 years ago and other characters point that out to Mike ("We're not the same people we were in highschool") but he apparently can't accept this. It's just... there's an interesting story here, I think, with Mike being this proto-incel who can't move on from the past, everyone but him apparently having sex and relationships, his only friends being a homeless conspiracy theorist and a faux Fonzie no one else seems to see... I don't know, maybe I'm trying to make it interesting by reading too much into it. Maybe that one comment I saw on Youtube was right, that the "Dark world" and "Ancients" stuff is a figment of Mike's imagination and he's actually the killer, taking the heads of his victims and stuffing them in the flower pots on his mom's porch (which might explain why there are bugs all over the pots towards the end of the game?). And then there's the carnival no one else in town talks about... Sure the sheriff arrives there at one point, but he never interacts with anyone who works for it. He could have asked the carnival barker to back up Mike's claims but he acts as though Mike's the inly person there...

I just, again, maybe I'm trying to find a good story in a pile of shitty garbage. I just think it's an interesting angle, this unabashed loser who put his highschool sweetheart on this high pedestal and still has teenage mentality, Rita's death not being the result of her having sex but the result of her dabbling in the occult, ugh, I don't know. This all sounded better in my head, sorry.

*(Mike Dawson was the first game's writer/ director and had put himself in as a placeholder until they created a proper main character, but apprently wveryone thought he just fit with the game so he stayed in and even narrated for the rerelease. Mike Dawson the guy was not involved in DS2, but Cyberdreams retained the rights to Mike Dawson the character. So why did they make Mike into such a putz? Did Mike the guy do something to piss everyone off so bad they decided to make Mike the character a whiny shitstain of a character? Who knows. Also iirc Giger was not involved in DS2 so Cyberdreams just wholesale swiped some of his artwork. I don't know!)

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Tuesday 14.. July 1835

no kiss fine morning - comfortable airy good bedroom, the 1st time of ever being so comfortable here - breakfast at 9 5- Mr Gray came at 10 ½ - before his coming and during his being here wrote the whole of yesterday and these 2 lines of today till 10 50 - out at 11 20 meaning to go to the Duffins - had not gone above 20 yards when met Mrs D- she was going to Dr Belcombe to take him to see Eliza Raine and settle about taking her in at Clifton, she being of late so much worse as to be quite unfit to be under the care of Mrs and Miss Barker who are both made quite nervous and ill by sleepless nights and the trouble they have with her - she was very ill about a year ago - worse than now - Mrs D- hardly thought she would get over it change of life with her - had sought over Mr Duffin’s papers - could not find the letter to him containing Eliza’s will - could not tell what had become of it - uneasy about it - delighted to have met me - it seemed providential - I explained about the will - that just before my going to France in 1825 it had been given at Mr Jonathan Grey’s suggestion into the hands of Mr Robert Swann, he being deemed by Mr JG- the most proper person to have it in charge - at least, said J, Mr Duffin said he would give to Mr RS- and afterwards told me he had given it to him - Mrs D- said she had asked Mr RS- if he had it, but he denied all knowledge of it - I said this was very odd - but I would speak to Mr J. Grey, and felt sure I could recall the circumstances to his mind - thought he was sure of find some memoranda on the subject as I had particularly authorized him to act for me in the business (he having read over the will and letter) in the event of anything happening to Eliza during my absence - Mrs D- and I called and found Dr Belcombe at home waiting for her - much surprised to see me, but apparently glad - we all walked together to Mrs Barker’s - I had seen Eliza about 1 ¼ year ago (in May I think) - she struck me as looking much aged and altered - I think she knew us all, tho’ she talked incoherently and would take no notice - she spits perpetually and is so dirty and obstreperous, as to be very unfit to be under the sole management of women - poor Mrs and Miss Barker cried and seemed worn out - Mrs D- had intended letting her remain with them till 3rd of next month when her year would be complete - I strongly urged the propriety of her being sent to Clifton tomorrow if Dr Belcombe could take her in - yes! he would do all he could - agreed with me she should be removed as soon as possible and it was arranged for her to go tomorrow Mrs D- having previously agreed as to terms etc etc - Mrs Barker is to have £20 or £50 (I forgot which) as a reward for her long and good care of poor Eliza and Dr B- is to have £80 or £180? per annum for board and lodging and medical attendance and everything except clothes which Mrs D- is to find as usual since the death of Lady Crawford and the leaving York of Miss Wilson - Dr B- left us at the end of Gillygate and Mrs D- and I walked forwards to Clifton - saw the housekeeper Mrs Clarkson - chose rooms for Eliza, and I drove Mrs D- and myself back to Dr Belcombe‘s in his pony carriage - the ponies spirited and Mrs D- frightened almost out of her wits - but landed her safe - sat a few minutes with Mrs Henry Belcombe and then went with Mrs D- to Swann’s bank - saw Mr RS- explained about the will - he had no remembrance of it - said he certainly had it not - Mrs D- sat 10 minutes with A- and me at the Black swan and left us at 1 40 - A- had luncheon - put on our habits - the 2 chesnut ponies came from Coopers (the 1st time of seeing them since bought of Mr Bateman) we mounted and set off to Brandsby to see Mr WF. Milner’s wife and mother anxious to settle whether to take them all for the school or not - the ponies went very quietly and well but we did not make way very fast - passed thro’ the villages of Huntington, Strensall, Sheriff Hutton, (considerable remains of the castle, neatly kept, and worth sketching - and near village) and Whenby said to be 14 miles from York to Brandsby - should have passed thro’ Stillington, but in no doing so, went by by-roads perhaps 3 miles round about, and did not reach Brandsby hall till 6 20 i.e. 4 hours all but 10 minutes in riding - on seeing Miss Milner the mother found the villages was at some distance - no place

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to refresh the horses at - Mrs Cholmeley sent to ask us to take wine and to have the horses put up - declined the former - thankfully accepted the latter - sent in my name - were shewn into the library and sat there amusing ourselves as well as we could - in about ¾ hour young Mrs. Milner came a pretty well-mannered looking person - A- well enough pleased with her - I did not quite so well like the manner of the mother - but yet nothing much against her - merely thought her a little too familiar in her whispered anxiety to leave Mrs Cholmeley whom she neither seemed to like nor respect - said she had had 14 servants in some very few years - promised Mr Milner an answer as soon as we could determine - I had taken down an 8vo. published in 1815 ‘The Roman Catholic Faith’ by Berington and Kirke - addressed to Roman Catholics - a sort of sheet anchor - they deny that the new testament is an independent rule of faith - vide - rang the bell for the house maid - gave her 2/. ditto to the footman and 5/. to the groom, and off again at 7 35 returned by a different route and got by lanes and crossroads into a higher road to York a little beyond the turnpike 4 miles from the city - expected to have passed thro’ Clifton but came out by Jillygate [Gillygate] (supposing road to Stillington out of Monkbar) and alighted at the Black swan at 11 1/4 - too late to send the ponies back to Cooper’s (a mile off) so kept them at the Black swan - dinner, ordered for 7, had been waiting and I was only just sent downstairs - had it up again in ¼ hour and sat talking till 12 20 - both of us tired but A- made no complaints and really bore all admirably - perhaps she felt less shaken than I did - except abroad on mules or mountain horses, 10 years since I had been on horseback -same and except the 5 or 6 miles 3 or 4 yours ago on Mrs Duffin’s horse that in that distance flayed me quite - fine day - very fine afternoon and evening my cousin came tonight put on stocking to sleep in

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