Stop associating us Michael fans with these weird 'bae nation' gc jaafar and jermajesty obsessed 15 year olds pls. That shit has nothing to do with me I'm not part of it
This will be a pretty long analyses, and I am sure Iβm gonna get some stuff from this, but this is a civil post and I know what I am saying here, so under the cut.
Credits to my friends who helped me sort this out. Wonβt mention their names since they might get targeted again lol
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Exposing Netflixβs Michael Jackson: The Verdict Pt 3
I have already discussed major lies in part one and part two, focusing on the first two installments of Netflixβs 3 part docu series. Here, I will go over the lies told in the last part, so buckle up buttercups!
Here is a link to the first part
Here is a link to the second part
Alright, letβs do this.
The third part starts off strong with something easily debunkable; thanks Ron Zonen for continuing to be a stupid cunt! Youβre making my job more of a breeze!!
They begin by Zonen talking about how Michael is smiling in this deposition while being asked by a lawyer about Jordan Chandler and the CSA allegations from the Chandler family in 1993. Zonen, as per usual, lies his ass off. Notice how they donβt provide any context for this deposition?
That is because this deposition was not ABOUT the CSA allegation. It was for a civil lawsuit filed by the Neverland 5 (a group of 5 former employees who all sued Jackson for wrongful dismissal after being fired). Jackson countersued for theft, and he won, proving they were stealing his personal items and auctioning them off, etc. Many of these employees sold stories to tabloids and testified for the prosecution, which I will discuss in depth in this post. This deposition was taken at The Four Seasons Hotel in New York on March 1st, 1996. Jacksonβs lawyers stop the questioning about Chandler because it has nothing to do with the fucking case. Jackson is clearly outraged and irritated, and in disbelief at the manβs fucking audacity, as the lawyer questioning him asks him if he has been accused of sexually abusing Macaulay Culkin or Brett Barnes; both vehemently deny abuse to this day and testified on his behalf! You can watch the full deposition here:
They then begin to introduce the Neverland 5, which I have talked about extensively in the past. Every single one of these witnesses for the prosecution splattered under cross examination, some of them signed legal declarations and testified before the 2 grand juries stating nothing ever happened and they never saw anything, 3 who testified repeatedly changed their stories and were caught in a multitude of lies on the witness standβnot to mention, they all sold stories to tabloids.
And donβt worry, Iβll cook them each individually. But for now, back to Zonen.
Zonen makes a very bold claim that supposedly girls never stayed in Michaelβs bedroom, peddling this long debunked media lie that he was obsessed with little boys, and he even claims he never had a wife stay over.
Firstly, letβs address the lie about only boys being in Jacksonβs room. This was debunked when numerous defense witnesses who were female testified to having slept in Jacksonβs room during the trial. Among them, notable ones are: Chantal Robson (Wade Robsonβs sister), Joy Robson (Wade Robsonβs mother), Simone Jackson, Brandi Jackson, Karlee Barnes (Brett Barnesβ sister), Marie Elizabeth (Brett Barnesβ mother). Hell, even June Chandler who testified for the prosecution stated she was allowed to go anywhere on the property at any time. Another notable girl that slept in Michaelβs room is Allison V. Smith, who said this, pictured below along with an excerpt from Dr. William B. Van Valin, who spent nights with Michael as a friend. He was an adult.
I mean seriously, how ridiculous!
Now that that nonsense is debunked, letβs address the second part of Zonenβs claim, which is that Michael Jackson never had his wife at the ranch. While true that they didnβt often spend time at the ranch (because Michael was living at her place most of the time), they did spend nights there as Lisa Marie Presleyβs daughter has stated, including never before seen photos taken there. And not only that, but Michael on audio tape and Lisa Marie in her memoir corroborate the fact they werenβt often at the ranch because he stayed with her.
Michael, Lisa and her daughter Riley were all taking pictures the same night at the ranch. Riley posted these photos a couple of years ago.
Is Zonen trying to allege that Lisa Marie and Michael were not a βrealβ couple, or not in love? If so, Lisa Marie states otherwise and so does her daughter, as well as all of Michaelβs family. Lisa Marie wrote of him in her memoir in quite a romantic way, stating she was βnever happierβ in her entire life than when she was with him. Other people corroborate the legitimacy of their relationship, including house staff member Judy Brisse, who has spoken out against James Safechuck, a posthumous accuser:
Judy Brisse worked for Michael for years. In this video, she talks about making cots for Lisaβs two children while they were staying at the ranch, to which Michael helped her. She states Lisa and Michael were dating at the time.
Ron Zonen then goes on to talk about other boys allegedly abused by Jackson including Wade Robson, Brett Barnes, and Macaulay Culkin. All three of these men who were all adults at the time testified for Jackson. All denied abuse. Macaulay Culkin in particular was absolutely pissed throughout his testimony, stating the prosecution never even talked to him to ask if it was true.
And Ron Zonen did perhaps the most shameful thing Iβve ever seen a prosecutor do during his questioning of Wade and Macaulay. A fan who was in the court room at the time and watched the testimony live stated the entire court was aghast at his conduct, and stated βAt one point the prosecutor (Zonen) was so frustrated at how well he (Wade) was doing for the defense, he leaned on the podium out of frustration and goes βYou know, maybe he did things to you and you were asleepβ. Everybody in the court room just gasped, thinking how can they be so desperate?β
Brett Barnes direct and cross May 5th, 2005 ^
Wade Robson cross examination May 5th, 2005 ^
Macaulay Culkin direct and cross May 11th, 2005 ^ (The first two transcripts are direct from Tom Mesereau. The far right transcript is cross from Zonen).
Letβs move forward to another absurd segment.
This will all pertain to the 1108 witnesses.
Diane Dimond talks about Jason Francia whilst pretending to cry, whom I previously mentioned in the second part of this series of posts. I linked a past post which had documents attached within it of his police interview in 1993. I cannot post them here, as tumblr has a picture limit, but you will see these documents in that linked post. Jason Francia was the only child that alleged anything about Michael despite the prosecution interviewing anywhere from 40 to 100 children. He originally denied the allegation that Michael did anything wrong to him, and after being pressured for hours, he caved. I will re-link the post for your easy access where you can look at pieces of the transcript yourself.
π¬ 0Β Β π 0Β Β β€οΈ 3Β Β·Β dukeofdeliriumΒ Β·Β I have a question if you donβt mind, what was the deal about MJ supposedly having a nude image of a kid? I
Now, Blanca Francia, as previously mentioned, extorted Michael Jackson amidst the Chandler allegations, using Larry Feldman to do it, the same civil attorney that worked for the Chandlerβs and that then represented the Arvizoβs. She was also friends with Victor Gutierrez, and there is even a photo of her with him in the book he was sued over. Victor befriended many of Michaelβs employees and was involved in the Neverland 5βs lawsuit.
Blanca Francia was one of Michaelβs former maids that he fired in 1991. In 1993, she then sold a story to Hard Copy (Diane Dimondβs tv show) where she claimed she saw Wade Robson in the shower with MJ. She sold this story for $20,000. However, in 1994, 2005, AND 2016 she states under oath 3 separate times across decades that it never fucking happened and she never saw that. Diane Dimond embellishes anything and everything to do with Blanca Francia, claiming she saw numerous boys in the shower even though Blanca never said that even in her tabloid lies. In 1994 alone, Blanca stated under oath she saw ONLY Jackson in the shower 6+ times.
And, Blanca Francia literally sold pictures of her own son to tabloids for profit. She was deadass pimping her kid for cash despite his protests. But apparently MJ is the bad guy here? Yeah, right.
Adrian McManus, another former fired maid, unsurprisingly made her tabloid rounds as well. Before she started cashing in on her tabloid CSA lies, she was selling tell-all kinky sex stories about Michael and Lisa Marie. Which is it? Is the man a homosexual child molester or is he straight? Pick a damn struggle, bitch.
Not only was McManus found to have committed perjury and acted with malice in court, but she was one of the employees countersued by Jackson for theft. She still owes over a million dollars to the estate, which she never paid Jackson back for while he was alive. She gloats now about not having to, because heβs dead. She fabricates the most insane stories, claiming there were secret CP VHS tapes which raids never produced, claiming there were vast amounts of Vaseline everywhere to use to rape boys (even though literally none of his accusers have ever said anything about Vaseline), she claims she saw boyβs underwear all over the place with no proof, and she signed a legal declaration and testified in 1993-1994 that she never saw anything happen.
And by the way, the items she stole? Memorabilia, clothing, hats, games etc meant for sick children. She claimed in the trial that she saw Michael abuse Jordan Chandler and Macaulay Culkin. Obviously, her credibility was destroyed with Macβs testimony.
Ralph Chacon was a security guard who was also fired by Jackson for theft. He claimed he walked around the ranch and saw Michael giving Jordan oral. He conceded to perjury in 1996 by stating he saw and heard things he later said he did not. He was sanctioned by the judge, and ordered to pay Michael Jackson for theft and malice, just as McManus was. Perjury was proven in the Neverland 5βs depositions, in which they all attempted to conceal connections to Victor Gutierrez. Later on, they admitted that Victor instructed them sell stories and paid them a couple hundred each to do so.
Chacon, like McManus, had stolen memorabilia and letters and stored them in a brief case, intending to appear on Hard Copy to sell stories for a vast amount of money, and to write a book.
Phillippe LeMarque and his wife were cooks briefly at Neverland for approximately 10 months. They claimed they saw Michael abusing Macaulay and that they were so shocked they dropped the food they were serving. Clearly though, they werenβt shocked enough, considering they along with all the other prosecution witnesses never reported anything to the police. His credibility was destroyed as well when Mac showed up. He sold stories to tabloids like all the rest, including Kassim Abdool, for money. After they left employment with Jackson, they went into the Internet pornography business after declaring bankruptcy. Baby them bills were dueeeeee lmao
They then talk about June Chandler who testified for the prosecution. She lied like the rest of them, and her good for nothing rotten son refused to testify when hunted down by the prosecution. In Michaelβs FBI files, it states that Jordan told them he would βlegally fightβ any attempt to make him testify against Jackson. June Chandler admitted in her testimony that she had not seen or spoken to her son in 11 years, because Jordan Chandler sought legal emancipation from his parents following the Chandler allegations, which was granted to him as a young teenager. She also stated under oath that she was allowed to go anywhere on Jacksonβs property at any time, as previously mentioned.
Unmentioned in this doc is that the defense had prepared for over 500 witnesses. They had uncalled witnesses there to testify against Jordan Chandler had he shown up, because Jordan had privately admitted to them that Jackson never touched him.
An LAPD officer then states in this documentary that the supposed description Jordan Chandler gave to police was a match. This is not true, and we have numerous verifiable documents to prove it.
π¬ 2Β Β π 15Β Β β€οΈ 68Β Β·Β @mewnectarine so lemme get this straight: you have seen this evidence and then proceeded to boldly claim that Jordan Chan
Here is a post I made where a guilter tried to confront me specifically about this subject. In my response, I give tons of documentation to prove them wrong which I cannot upload on this post due to Tumblrβs image limit. Even in 1994, police sources told the media that the description didnβt match reality.
Not only did an officer that interviewed Jordan say he told her Jackson was circumcised which Jacksonβs official autopsy disproves (he was uncircumcised), but the Chandler families attorney Feldman moved to have these photographs barred from court. Furthermore, no arrest warrant was made following this strip search.
Again, this was a search warrant. Had the description matched reality, Jackson would not have only been arrested immediately, but 2 separate grand juries would have absolutely indicted him based on this alone.
Aside from this proof, the story of markings allegedly matching has never been substantiated. Everyone on planet earth knew Jackson had vitiligo by this point, so no matter what Jordan said, it canβt be believed beyond a reasonable doubt. If it didnβt match, they could have simply excused it as a result of his having vitiligo. The Chandler family themselves admitted to talking about this tactic with their attorney Feldman in Ray Chandlerβs (Evan Chandlerβs brother) book All That Glitters. They also admit to the fact that if Michael had just given them millions of dollars, they wouldnβt have accused him of anything in said book. And, they admit to the fact they did not want the potential criminal trial to go before their civil lawsuit. Because Jackson would have won a criminal trial in 1994, and he would have won his original countersuit of extortion he filed against them.
Another lie Ron Zonen perpetuates is that the settlement is $23 million. I swear, these morons canβt fucking read court documents. The settlement was $15 million and is unredacted in the settlement agreement, written within the confession of judgement. They make up random figures: 20 mill, 23 mill, hell Iβve even seen 30 mill! It was 15 million.
They also keep pushing this idea that the civil settlement stopped the criminal investigation and potential trial. This is not true. A civil settlement cannot stop a criminal investigation and cannot stop the government from charging someone with a crime. The trial never happened because the Chandler family stopped cooperating with the police, though they did for around half a year following the settlement. Even after Jordan refused to testify, Sneddon still brought 2 grand juries. They found no evidence to indict Jackson.
If you want to read more about the Chandler allegations, I highly encourage you to read my in depth thread which thoroughly discredits them.
π¬ 0Β Β π 6Β Β β€οΈ 13Β Β·Β The Chandler AllegationsΒ Β·Β On August 17th,1993 the Los Angeles police department opened an investigation against Michael J
The Netflix documentary then switches to focus on Janet Arvizo, the mother of the 2005βs trial accuser.
FYI, Janet Arvizo got on the witness stand and said Michael Jackson was trying to abduct her kids via a hot air balloon to deport them to Brazil. You would have to be a complete and utter moron to believe her testimony. She and her children also alleged they were kept away from clocks, despite clocks being every goddamn place at the ranch, including a GIANT clock in front of the Neverland Train Station.
π¬ 3Β Β π 6Β Β β€οΈ 19Β Β·Β Remember when Janet Arvizo said Michael Jackson and his people were going to make her and her kids disappear via hot air b
She claimed that she was held hostage by MJ yet CCTV footage showed her going shopping and to spas all on Michaelβs credit cards she ran up. If this is a hostage situation, can I be next? Lol!
Iβve discussed the Arvizo allegations in depth, and will not repeat myself here. What I will say is this: the reason the conspiracy charge was made and the reason this outlandish story of being held hostage was created was because the police, during their raids, broke their search warrant and entered an office they didnβt have a warrant for. There, they found video footage of the Arvizoβs dated AFTER the original felony complaint. This is why the prosecution completely changed their timeline. The video, which is linked in my Arvizo thread, completely disproved their allegation of abuse.
So the prosecution ultimately showed up to trial with a timeline as follows. Michael Jackson has this kid around him for numerous years and only AFTER the entire goddamn world is watching him and heβs being actively investigated by two different police forces, the FBI, CPS etc for molestation does he then decide to actually molest the little fuck.
Again, you would have to be a complete and utter moron to believe this.
Ron Zonen lies once more (how many times now?) claiming Michael only befriended families and kids that didnβt have father figures. That isnβt true: the Barnes family, the Culkin family, the Cascio family, and many more.
The Arvizoβs falsely accused their father of CSA against the daughter. The daughter admitted to this on the witness stand in the trial. He was ostracized by them, and at the encouragement of Janet Arvizo, the mother, the children started essentially harassing Michael Jackson, calling him their βdaddyβ. Even Janet herself called him their βdaddyβ, all of which was an obvious attempt to emotionally manipulate him into staying in contact. In reality, Jackson did not actually spend much time around the Arvizo family. Gavin himself testified to this stating frustration at Michael having βabandonedβ him. Michael Jackson did not trust this family, and wanted to distance himself as much as possible. They repeatedly tried to call him and send him letters, all of which was proven in court. And other celebrities, including George Lopez, testified to the Arvizo family trying to extort them prior to Jackson.
They go on to talk about Debbie Rowe. They claim she was totally anti-Jackson, but she was subpoenaed to testify for the prosecution, aka forced. Their dumbasses thought she was about to pull up to court to slander her man. They were out of their goddamn minds for calling his ex wife to testify for them. Hell, at that point they should have called Lisa Marie Presley too so she could give a global dick report on the man, considering she said he was the best she ever had π€£π
Debbie Rowe, you were a queen for swindling these racist white prosecutors and protecting your man. She is an icon and she is the moment π I imagine it all went something like this:
Debbie: Michael is a psycho!
Zonen: woahhhh really??
Debbie: No, you stupid cunt
Debbie Roweβs testimony was the most devastating to the prosecution. She served as an unexpected character witness for Jackson, she accused everyone of using and abusing him, etc. The prosecution attempted to impeach her, because she destroyed their case for the final time. Speaking of impeachment, the prosecution also impeached numerous other witnesses that were their own.
Impeachment means to discredit and tell the jury and judge not to believe a witness. They impeached their own fucking witnesses. That is how laughable this case was.
Toward the end of this shameful Netflix doc, they bring up those two fuckass photography books. Iβve made numerous posts about them, which I will link, as I will not repeat myself for a 3rd damn time. These books are not pornographic nor are they erotic, and the prosecution seized other photography books of girls that they intentionally ignored to argue that Jackson was βboy obsessedβ.
π¬ 0Β Β π 4Β Β β€οΈ 13Β Β·Β Letβs talk about the two photography books that detractors love to scream aboutΒ Β·Β We will be discussing both the book βBoy
π¬ 0Β Β π 2Β Β β€οΈ 11Β Β·Β Post by @dukeofdelirium Β· 10 imagesΒ Β·Β the biggest thing im nervous about with the doc is the mention of the books because
Diane Dimond of course is on film toting around her own copies of these books, which she has had in her possession for over 15 fucking years. She acts like these books are child porn. So what, Diane? You have had CP in your house for over a decade? Get fucking real.
Diane Dimond ends the doc saying βnot guilty doesnβt mean innocentβ
Diane, you fucking witch. Innocence is PRESUMED! This is the foundation upon which America operates its judicial system. He was found not guilty 14 times in a row. The jury immediately following the verdict gave televised interviews stating there was no evidence they saw that could prove the prosecutionβs case. Both the Chandler and Arvizo allegations (the only allegations that existed during his life) were tried SIMULTANEOUSLY!
Not Guilty, read it and fucking weep, bitch.
Take my advice Netflix, instead of trying to play your Double Jeopardy, and read these documents.
This has been an exhaustive, yet rewarding time spent debunking and destroying their claims yet again. Remember guys, just because you read it in a magazine or see it on a tv screen, donβt make it factual, as MJ said. Stay clowning their asses. I think Iβm done here πβοΈ
Those so called Michael βfansβ who have quickly switched on him because of that garbage, heavily biased bs documentary are the most dumbest, stupidest, low iq , easily manipulated cornballs to ever exist.
Like is this generation THAT STUPID to be THIS EASILY brainwashed and manipulated by such a shitty , obviously biased documentary that has LITERALLY been debunked straight after it was released? Bruh?? No way is this future generation that are supposed to carry society are this dimwittedβ¦β¦ππππ
Anyways here is a gorgeous gif of Michael in his vampire daddy era looking all pretty and serious with his glasses on. (We love Michael with glasses on and the people who made fics on him with his glasses I love you)
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Tags: jacksons!/ off the wall era michael, established relationship, fluff, making out, guys its just really sweet and a bit cringe, marlon is being an annoying big brother, pool party
Authors Note: hope y'all enjoy this lil fluffy drabble, its always fun to characterise and have silly interactions between the brothers. y'all know how much i love marlon and i will try include him whenever the hell i can
also, the nickname michael's brothers call him "giblets" is so funny... like wtf? link to that vid here. michael's speaking voice in it is so cutie
β°ββ You were looking at him in awe. The last of the sun melted over the hills of Encino, staining the sky in tangerine and lavender, and Michael was sitting beside you on a white pool lounger, his damp curls clinging to his forehead, his eyes wide and earnest and fixed on you....
The pool party had been a riot of the Jackson brothers splashing and being idiotic; Randy doing cannonballs and hitting the water so hard that his mother, Katherine started yelling at him that he was getting water on the patio windows, Janet and Latoya peering out from behind her to see what all the racket was.
Tito had been grilling burgers for the whole family, that Jermaine insisted on seasoning with something he called βsoul paprika.βΒ When he pulled it out everyone started making disgruntled noises and tutting.
"'Maine, why you gotta be so pretentious?" Tito had asked, shaking hsi head. "My burgers are damn good without that nonsense"
Youβd been pulled into the chaos of the pool as well, laughing as Jackie kept lifting you up in your floatie and throwing you. This made Michael laugh - his big, head back high cackle he did when he was really tickled, and swim to come save you.
It truly felt like summer. The blue skies, the vintage lawn furniture, the bassy speakers playing It Only Takes A Minute by the Tavares. It felt fitting. You were absolutely smitten with Michael and his crazy family.
At some point you ditched the floatie and Marlon challenged you to a breath-holding contest, and much to your dismay, you kept losing. Michael had joined in, whining that he didnβt want to be left out, and won every consecutive round, popping up from the crystal clear water with a massive smirk on his face. This would not last long because Jackie and Tito would then tag team trying to playfully drown him for being smug. Youβd laughed so much your ribs hurt.
Michael had been a little sunbeam; smiling at you like you were his world all day. You had been dating for about 8 weeks at this point, and it still was incredibly tender. This was both of your first experiences in a relationship.
There was an element of frustration on your part as not much hadβ¦ happened yet. Other girls would tell you of their boyfriends holding their hands and kissing you, touching you whenever they could. Tigerbeat magazine described boys as more wanting, impatient and crude. Michael wasnβt really like that. He was awfully shy, and wanted to be very gentle with everything in his life, including you. Michael's sister Janet told you not to worry, and if judging by their other brothers antics, Michael just needed to come out of his shell.
He shifted on the lounger, the plastic creaking under his weight. His fingers, delicate and long, tapped a nervous rhythm on his knee.Β
You could see the decision hardening in his expression.
βI want to kiss you, properlyβ he said, the words rushing out like a secret heβd been holding underwater.Β
βNot like before. Not just aβ¦ a peck.β
Your heart did a silly little flip. βOkay,β you breathed, because what else could you say?
He leaned in, eyes fluttering shut. You met him halfway, your lips parting expectantly. What followed was so far removed from the soft, cinematic meeting of mouths youβd imagined. What youβd seen in the movies.
It was a sudden, earnest mash; his front teeth clacked directly against yours with a dry, ceramic tock. You jerked back, eyes flying open.
Michaelβs eyes were wide with alarm. βOh! Did Iβ?β
βItβs okay,β you said quickly, though your gums tingled with pain. βJustβ¦ go a little to the left.β
βRight. The left.β He nodded, steeled himself, and dove in again. This time he aimed lower, but his enthusiasm overcorrected; his bottom lip smushed against your chin, his nose bumped yours, and in the adjustment, his teeth grazed your upper lip. It felt less like a kiss and more like a slightly aggressive greeting from a very beautiful bunny rabbit.
He pulled back, a faint blush rising on his cheeks. βIβm sorry,β he whispered. βItβs justβ¦ Iβve thought about this. A lot. In my head itβs smooth. Jackie told me βit just happensβ.β
βWell, can go slow,β you offered, your voice gentle.
βSlow. Yes.β He took a deep, theatrical breath, as if preparing for a high note.Β
He cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs stroking your cheekbonesβa gesture so tender it made your chest ache.Β
He tilted your head, leaned in with meticulous care, andβ
You got 2 seconds in and his teeth were there again.
Smacking against yours. A distinct, dull crunch that made you both wince in unison.Β
You couldnβt help it, a snort of laughter escaped you, which you instantly tried to swallow into a cough.
Michaelβs face fell into a look of such profound, comical dismay it was all you could do not to burst out laughing.Β
βWhy is this happening?β he asked the universe plaintively. βThe angles are all wrong!β
βMaybe we just need practice,β you suggested, biting your own lip to keep a straight face.
βPractice. Right. Okay. From the top.β He was treating it like a choreography session. βOn three. Oneβ¦ twoβ¦β
Before he could reach βthree,β the sliding glass door from the house slid open. Marlon strode out, a fresh can of soda in hand, his swim trunks on from earlier. They had little yellow rubber ducks on them.Β
He took in the scene: you and Michael, faces inches apart, Michaelβs hands still framing your face preciously.
A huge, wicked grin split Marlonβs face. βWell, well. Look at Mikey, tryinβ to get his smooch on!β he crowed, his voice echoing in the quiet yard. βSounded like two billiard balls kissinβ!" He then started to laugh even more.
"Yβall are so sweet. Looks like a whole new interpretive style!β
Michael dropped his hands as if burned, shrinking into himself. βMarlon, donβt,β he said, but it came out more like a thin whine.
βNah, come onβis this the new move? TheΒ lip-lock moonwalk?β Marlon demonstrated, launching into a ridiculous, stiff-legged shuffle toward you both, his arms swinging while he made exaggerated, silent kissing faces. βPucker up, baby! Ooh-whee!β
βMarlon, please, be coolβ Michael hissed, his embarrassment turning into something hotter. You saw his jaw tighten, a rare flash of frustration in his usually gentle eyes.Β
βAw, Iβm just playinβ!β Marlon laughed, taking a swig of his soda. βDonβt let me stop yβall. Though from the looks of it Mike, youβre more likely to chip a tooth than steal a kiss.β
That was the last straw. Michael stood up abruptly, the lounger scraping against the patio stones.Β
He didnβt look at Marlon. He looked at you, his eyes blazing with a resolve that was both desperate and utterly serious. Without a word, he grabbed your hand, his grip surprisingly firm, and pulled you to your feet.
βHey, where you goinβ all of a sudden?β Marlon called after them. βI was joking, giblets!!β
Michael didnβt answer. He was on a mission. He pulled you past the chuckling Marlon, through the sliding door into the cool, dim interior of Hayvenhurst.Β
The house was quite quiet now, soft melodic sounds coming from the TV in the den. He didnβt pause in the plush living room with its gold records on the wall, didnβt even glance at the grand piano where you both spent a lot of time.Β
He marched you down a hallway, past a confused-looking housekeeper, and straight into the large, spotless kitchen.
The overhead fluorescents were off, only the ambient glow from a digital clock on the oven and the moonlight through a window lit the space. He beelined for a heavy, polished wooden door near where the fridge sat; the pantry.Β
He yanked it open, revealing a deep walk-in cupboard lined with shelves of canned goods, pasta boxes, and industrial-sized sacks of flour. It smelled of dried herbs and clean wood.
He tugged you inside, into the cozy, dark space, then turned and closed the door firmly behind you both.
Click.
Darkness, total and velvety, swallowed you whole. You could hear his breathing, a little quick and shallow, and your own heartbeat in your ears. You could barely make out the silhouette of his slender frame.
Then his voice came, low and close, tinged with that unique Michael-esque blend of vulnerability and absolute conviction.Β
βEveryoneβs watching,β he said, the words rushing out in the dark. βOut thereβ¦ everyoneβs eyes on me. God, even the animals. They were all watching me. I could feel them. And when I feel watched, myβ¦ well, I overthink when it comes to girls.β
You could hear him shift, his shoulder brushing against a shelf. βBut in here,β he continued, and his voice gained a soft, triumphant confidence. βIn the darkβ¦ itβs just my other senses. I can hear you breathing. I can smell your perfume; itβs likeβ¦ gardenias and pool water. I can feel the heat of you from right here where I am standing. Justβ¦ me. And you.β
A hand found your waist in the darkness, his touch sure now. The other gently cradled the back of your head. His breath fanned your lips, warm and sweet, smelling faintly of the orange juice from the pool party.
βIts gonna work out this timeβ he whispered, and in the utter privacy of the pantry, with the world shut out, Michael finally, finally bridged the gap.Β
His lips found yoursβit wasnβt a clack of teeth, nor a mash, but a real, soft, searching kiss. It was a little clumsy still, over-eager, his nose nudging yours again, but it was right. It was warm and sincere, and when he tentatively moved his lips against yours, it sent a shiver straight down your spine.
He pulled back an inch, a soft, wondering sound escaping him. βOh,β he breathed. βThatβs what itβs supposed to feel like. I got butterfliesβ
Then he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand moving to your cheek, his thumb stroking your skin as if memorizing its texture in the dark. You pushed him back to tease him a little;
βPractice makes perfect though, right?β you breathlessly laughed.
βSure it does.β Michael agreed, his lips finding yours again in the dark of the pantry.
Synopsis: After the release of the movie, people have been dying to know what Michael Jackson has been up to during his retirement. During your granddaughter, Aliya's, 7th birthday, the older grandchildren ask you and Michael to do some tik tok trends with them.
Content/Warnings: Fluff, Michael lives on, 2026, 67 joke.
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You and Michael sat by the pool as you watched the monsoon of grandkids splash about in the pool. You had taken one for the team and had given Michael the 10 children he said he always wanted, not that you were complaining. 10 children meant a lot more grandchildren, like a lot. Now not all of your kids had children, your youngest was still in college, but over half of them did. And you and Michael adored each and every one of them. It was little Aliya's 7th birthday, and she said she wanted to have it on the ranch, so here everyone was gathered around the large pool.Β
The kids did tricks and flips off the diving board, played with super soakers, ate ice cream, had water balloon fights, it was the whole works. Michael had wanted to rent out the water park at disney, but Anika (Your second oldest, and Aliya's mom) had said it was too extravagant for the sweet girl. She preferred being on the ranch, she liked the familiarity of it and the comfort it brought her.Β
So instead, Michael had gone a little overboard on water balloons, pool floats, ice cream, sea creature decor, and a humongous whale shark themed birthday cake. Aliya had said she wanted her party to be ocean themed since she wanted to be a marine biologist when she grew up, which of course had Michael practically melted onto the floor. There was a little bit of Michael in the whole family, and a love for animals was Aliya's.
You watched from a sun chair as Michael got in on an intense water balloon fight. He chased after the kids, tossing multicolor water-filled balloons at them. The sound was a mix of squeals and giggles. He grabbed Aliya, lifting her onto his shoulders so she would have an above ground advantage. He might have been approaching his 70's but he was still a kid at heart, always had been. You smiled as he shrieked when the kids ganged up on him and pummeled him with balloons. You cheered them on loudly, earning a few laughs from your children beside you.
Michael came back over, soaked head to toe. You scooched back on the chair, not wanting any part of whatever he was planning. "They got me." He breathed heavily.
"Mhm, they got you real good." You tried not to laugh.
"Oh you think it's funny?" He questioned.
"No-" you held in another laugh. The poor man looked ridiculous. There were remnants of bursted balloons hanging to his damp clothes, and the sides of his fedora held water.
"You do! You're laughin at me!" He looked to your eldest daughter, Belle who was sitting next to you. "Can you believe this? I dedicate my whole life to your mama and she laughs in my face."
She smiled, "To be fair, dad, you do look pretty silly."
He placed his hands on his hips, "You're both traitors." He walked back into the main house to change.
You smiled as you watched him, and returned your attention to your conversation with your daughter about how Disney Channel shows were lame now.
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After everyone had gone inside to eat cake and open presents, people spread out about the ranch. You and Michael both sat cuddled up on the couch when your eldest grandchildren came up to you with giggles. They held up their phones towards you and Michael, "Can we make a TikTok with you guys?"
"Sure? What do we do?" You smiled
"You can just answer our questions. It's super simple."
You both nodded. Michael wrapped an arm around you. "Should we be scared?" He whispered to you.
"Very." You replied
The eldest held up the camera, "What's your name, grand bear?" (They liked to call him that because he always gave them big bear hugs whenever he saw them, which was a lot.)
"Michael Jackson." He stated with a smile.
"And how old are you?"
"Well, I'm 67 years old but I turn-"
They cut him off, turning the camera around on them and shouting the two numbers while moving their hands up and down.
You and Michael watched in confusion and slight horror.
"Okay thanks!!!!" They hugged him and ran off.
"What just happened?" Michael looked at you with concern.
"I don't know, and I think that's for the best." You patted his chest.
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The day continued like that, the grandkids coming up and asking to do various tik tok trends. They did speed tours, (which were sped up heavily), did some of Michaels dances in front of him, did food transitions, etc.
Michael really enjoyed the ones where they did his dances, even opting to join in on one of their takes, which made them squeal in excitement. You watched with a fond smile as he bonded with the kids. They looked up at him with big eyes as he walked them through the dances. He was gentle with them, nodding and encouraging them as they kept trying. It was a sweet sight, a sight you never got tired of. You remembered him teaching each of your kids his dances. Once the kids had fully grasped that their dad was famous they were eager to learn his iconic moves, running up to him after school and asking him to teach them. And now here he was doing the same thing with the grand kids.
Later that night, your youngest sat beside the two of you. "Mama, dad is trending on Tiktok... again." She showed you the video that had been recorded mere hours ago. It was indeed 'blown up' as she put it.
"Mhm, that's pretty cool. Oh what do the comments say?" You tapped on the icon before she could stop you.
His fans were still as thirsty as ever. It made you laugh, and it made your poor daughter so uncomfortable.
Michael leaned back, happy with himself. "What can I say, gramps still got it."
You eyed him, "Keep actin like that and you won't have it tonight."
"Oh my god! Y'all are nasty! I'm right here!" Your daughter flew off the couch, retreating to her room.
I also think a majority of men cannot fathom that Michael Jackson--a straight, black man--could present masculinity in a way beyond machismo, aggressiveness, and domination. That Michael was soft-spoken, kind, loving, and in many ways demonstrated a maternal nature toward children and adults completely shatters the prominent ideology around masculinity. As does the way Michael presented himself, wearing makeup, wearing beautiful clothing, surrounding himself with beautiful things, embracing a childlike wonder in a world so broken. Not only did Michael's personality and appearance unsettle the locked crypt of masculinity that men and society at large bury themselves in, but the fact that, at the same time, his fans, the world, and a hell of a lot of women loved it. They loved Michael. They wanted Michael. They aspired to be like Michael. They saw him as The Man in many ways. The very traits men deem as feminine, many saw as what a man should be like, and I think that fact, to this very day, absolutely fucking terrifies those who cannot free themselves from a patriarchial world view that legitimates itself on violence and domination.
Synopsis: You and Michael get ready for one the first interview after the release of the Michael Biopic. It's been a long time since either of you have done any sort of interview, and he asks if you'll just sit with him.
Content/Warnings: Fluff, Michael lives, 2026, proud uncle moment.
W.C. 1.5k
A/N: This is the first story based off of this request I got! Up next is the grandkids having you and michael going tiktok trends lol
You and Michael sat in the dark movie theater, watching the lights flickering across the large screen. Jaafar sat a few rows ahead with the rest of the cast, but you could feel his nerves from your seat. You knew how badly he wanted your husband to approve of his portrayal of him. There had been a handful of times you had talked to Jaafar late at night after a hard day of filming. He would call you later at night when Michael was asleep, talking to you about how worried he was that he wasn't doing Michael justice.
You always reassured him, telling him that Michael will be proud of him no matter what.
And it was true. You could feel the pride radiating off of Michael beside you. He watched the screen with slightly glassy eyes, squeezing your hand hard. When the movie ended, Michael was the first to stand up to applaud, his eyes solely on Jaafar.
After people had filed out of the packed theatre, you talked quietly with Jaafar's mother, Alejandra. You didn't fail to notice Jaafar and Michael standing off quietly to the side. You could see the emotion on both of their faces, the mix of pride, gratitude, joy, relief, and love swirling around the conversation. Michael knew how hard Jaafar had worked on the role, had seen the blood sweat and tears his nephew had poured into every detail. The sight of them hugging tightly made both you and Alejandra tear up.
Having been married to Michael for around 35 years now, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that Michael loved the movie with every ounce of his being, not because it was spectacular or emotional, but because Jaafar had given him back some of his humanity.
People desperately wanted to know Michael's exact thoughts on the movie. They wanted to know if he was upset that things were left out or glossed over, if he thought Jaafar did him justice, just everything. You and Michael were old, you both didn't exactly want to get all dressed up and sit in a chair while being berated with questions. So when Jimmy Fallon offered to do a Zoom interview, Michael jumped on it. You had actually never seen him so excited for an interview before, it made you laugh as he explained it to you over breakfast one morning.
"It's all virtual! They said I really don't even need to set up nice lights or anythin, I can just sit on the couch and use a computer. So I can be in the comfort of our own house and I get to brag about my nephew. Isn't that awesome, mama?"
You smiled more at the nickname. Ever since you and Michael had children that was his all time favorite name for you. He always said that it reminded him of how lucky he was. "I like that, why don't people do that more?"
He shrugged, "M'not sure, but I think that's the only kind of interview I'm doin from now on." He sipped his tea.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. When is it?"
"In two days." He scraped the last bit of breakfast off his plate.
"Oh good. Oh, by the way, the kiddos are coming over later today." You watched his face light up. Your second oldest had just had their second kid, which absolutely thrilled Michael. You both often ended up watching the grand babies whenever your kids had to go out of town or just simply wanted a night off. It thrilled Michael. He loved getting to play with them and spoil them rotten.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would've gotten the bouncy house up and runnin an hour ago." He slipped his readers further up his nose.
You smiled, "Cause you know the baby is too young to go on the inflatables. Plus those two like to be indoors more than outdoors."
He nodded, "Alright, well maybe we can get some arts and crafts for the girls. Can you do the shoppy cart order delivery thingy?"
You laughed lightly and pulled your phone out, "Y'know you're gonna half to learn how to use a phone properly soon, I can't be instacarting things for you forever."
He frowned, "The light on the phone hurts my eyes!"
"Michael, I got you blue light glasses for christmas cause that's always your excuse." You smiled when he had nothing to say in return. "It's alright, I still love you even though you're horrible with technology."
"I don't get it, we're practically the same age and you know way more than me!" He crossed his arms.
"Cause I'm not as stubborn as you."
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Michael ran, well more like walked as quickly as a 67 year old can, around the living room. He was fixing up the area around him, making sure it looked great for the interview. Meanwhile, you set up the zoom.
"How do I look, mama?" He asked you.
"Like a very handsome and dapper gentleman."
"Do I look too old?"
You shook your head, "No, you look perfect." You pressed a kiss to his head. It made his body relax immediately. He sat beside you, placing a hand on your knee.
"Would you stay here with me? I'm sure they wouldn't mind you even being on camera. You keep me calm and help clear my head." He looked at you sincerely.
"Of course I will, Mikey." You squeezed his hand.
The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, waiting to be connected to Jimmy.
His face appeared, and he smiled. "Ladies and Gentleman, please give a warm welcome to Michael Jackson and a surprise guest Y/n Jackson."
You both smiled and waved at the camera. The interview started off simple, Jimmy asking questions about your and Michael's life since retirement. You both answered honestly, saying you were absolutely loving it.
"So, Michael, I'm sure you've seen the Michael biopic?" It was just Jimmy's face on the screen, but you both knew there was an audience in front of him.
He nodded, "Yes, I have. I think I've seen it 3 times now."
Jimmy laughed, "Wow 3 times, that's a lot. So I guess you liked it?"
"I loved it? I thought everyone did an amazing job putting it together, especially Jaafar."
Jimmy smiled, "So you're happy with how he portrayed you?"
Michael eased a little bit, eyes becoming slightly glossy. "I'm more than happy. I loved every second of his performance. I'm just so proud of him."
You both heard the audience melt at his words. "So he did you justice?"
"I don't think it's about doing me justice. It's more than that to me. Yes he executed the voice and the moves, but he also gave me a new life. It wasn't an exact replication of me, and that's what I loved. I loved that he brought some of himself to the table, I mean I can see it in his eyes. He gave me something I've felt deprived of for a long time. He didn't make me this big superstar, performance machine. He gave me humanity. He really showed that there was more to me than just the dancing and performance."
You squeezed his hand. Watching him get slightly choked up. Jimmy smiled, "So you think he was the right choice?"
"He was the only choice." Michael confirmed. "I think he's the only one who would have put in that much effort. For two years he and I worked really closely together, and I could feel how bad he wanted to get things right. I don't think I would have seen that in anyone else. So yes, he was the only option."
The interview continued for a few more minutes before you and Michael waved goodbye to the camera and left the zoom. Michael sat back against the couch when you closed the computer. You sat next to him, leaning into his side. He wrapped an arm around you.
"You did great, Mikey."
"Well I had you there to calm me."
You smiled and felt your phone buzzing. Your eldest daughter had just sent you a screenshot, showing that Michael's song Billie Jean had taken the number one spot on the Billboard Hot 100. "Michael, Billie Jean is going viral... again." You laughed and showed him the phone.
He smiled, "I have a feeling there's going to be a lot more interviews we're gonna have to do."
Synopsis: You and Michael get ready for one the first interview after the release of the Michael Biopic. It's been a long time since either of you have done any sort of interview, and he asks if you'll just sit with him.
Content/Warnings: Fluff, Michael lives, 2026, proud uncle moment.
W.C. 1.5k
A/N: This is the first story based off of this request I got! Up next is the grandkids having you and michael going tiktok trends lol
You and Michael sat in the dark movie theater, watching the lights flickering across the large screen. Jaafar sat a few rows ahead with the rest of the cast, but you could feel his nerves from your seat. You knew how badly he wanted your husband to approve of his portrayal of him. There had been a handful of times you had talked to Jaafar late at night after a hard day of filming. He would call you later at night when Michael was asleep, talking to you about how worried he was that he wasn't doing Michael justice.
You always reassured him, telling him that Michael will be proud of him no matter what.
And it was true. You could feel the pride radiating off of Michael beside you. He watched the screen with slightly glassy eyes, squeezing your hand hard. When the movie ended, Michael was the first to stand up to applaud, his eyes solely on Jaafar.
After people had filed out of the packed theatre, you talked quietly with Jaafar's mother, Alejandra. You didn't fail to notice Jaafar and Michael standing off quietly to the side. You could see the emotion on both of their faces, the mix of pride, gratitude, joy, relief, and love swirling around the conversation. Michael knew how hard Jaafar had worked on the role, had seen the blood sweat and tears his nephew had poured into every detail. The sight of them hugging tightly made both you and Alejandra tear up.
Having been married to Michael for around 35 years now, you knew him like the back of your hand. You knew that Michael loved the movie with every ounce of his being, not because it was spectacular or emotional, but because Jaafar had given him back some of his humanity.
People desperately wanted to know Michael's exact thoughts on the movie. They wanted to know if he was upset that things were left out or glossed over, if he thought Jaafar did him justice, just everything. You and Michael were old, you both didn't exactly want to get all dressed up and sit in a chair while being berated with questions. So when Jimmy Fallon offered to do a Zoom interview, Michael jumped on it. You had actually never seen him so excited for an interview before, it made you laugh as he explained it to you over breakfast one morning.
"It's all virtual! They said I really don't even need to set up nice lights or anythin, I can just sit on the couch and use a computer. So I can be in the comfort of our own house and I get to brag about my nephew. Isn't that awesome, mama?"
You smiled more at the nickname. Ever since you and Michael had children that was his all time favorite name for you. He always said that it reminded him of how lucky he was. "I like that, why don't people do that more?"
He shrugged, "M'not sure, but I think that's the only kind of interview I'm doin from now on." He sipped his tea.
"I think that's a wonderful idea. When is it?"
"In two days." He scraped the last bit of breakfast off his plate.
"Oh good. Oh, by the way, the kiddos are coming over later today." You watched his face light up. Your second oldest had just had their second kid, which absolutely thrilled Michael. You both often ended up watching the grand babies whenever your kids had to go out of town or just simply wanted a night off. It thrilled Michael. He loved getting to play with them and spoil them rotten.
"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I would've gotten the bouncy house up and runnin an hour ago." He slipped his readers further up his nose.
You smiled, "Cause you know the baby is too young to go on the inflatables. Plus those two like to be indoors more than outdoors."
He nodded, "Alright, well maybe we can get some arts and crafts for the girls. Can you do the shoppy cart order delivery thingy?"
You laughed lightly and pulled your phone out, "Y'know you're gonna half to learn how to use a phone properly soon, I can't be instacarting things for you forever."
He frowned, "The light on the phone hurts my eyes!"
"Michael, I got you blue light glasses for christmas cause that's always your excuse." You smiled when he had nothing to say in return. "It's alright, I still love you even though you're horrible with technology."
"I don't get it, we're practically the same age and you know way more than me!" He crossed his arms.
"Cause I'm not as stubborn as you."
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Michael ran, well more like walked as quickly as a 67 year old can, around the living room. He was fixing up the area around him, making sure it looked great for the interview. Meanwhile, you set up the zoom.
"How do I look, mama?" He asked you.
"Like a very handsome and dapper gentleman."
"Do I look too old?"
You shook your head, "No, you look perfect." You pressed a kiss to his head. It made his body relax immediately. He sat beside you, placing a hand on your knee.
"Would you stay here with me? I'm sure they wouldn't mind you even being on camera. You keep me calm and help clear my head." He looked at you sincerely.
"Of course I will, Mikey." You squeezed his hand.
The two of you sat shoulder to shoulder on the couch, waiting to be connected to Jimmy.
His face appeared, and he smiled. "Ladies and Gentleman, please give a warm welcome to Michael Jackson and a surprise guest Y/n Jackson."
You both smiled and waved at the camera. The interview started off simple, Jimmy asking questions about your and Michael's life since retirement. You both answered honestly, saying you were absolutely loving it.
"So, Michael, I'm sure you've seen the Michael biopic?" It was just Jimmy's face on the screen, but you both knew there was an audience in front of him.
He nodded, "Yes, I have. I think I've seen it 3 times now."
Jimmy laughed, "Wow 3 times, that's a lot. So I guess you liked it?"
"I loved it? I thought everyone did an amazing job putting it together, especially Jaafar."
Jimmy smiled, "So you're happy with how he portrayed you?"
Michael eased a little bit, eyes becoming slightly glossy. "I'm more than happy. I loved every second of his performance. I'm just so proud of him."
You both heard the audience melt at his words. "So he did you justice?"
"I don't think it's about doing me justice. It's more than that to me. Yes he executed the voice and the moves, but he also gave me a new life. It wasn't an exact replication of me, and that's what I loved. I loved that he brought some of himself to the table, I mean I can see it in his eyes. He gave me something I've felt deprived of for a long time. He didn't make me this big superstar, performance machine. He gave me humanity. He really showed that there was more to me than just the dancing and performance."
You squeezed his hand. Watching him get slightly choked up. Jimmy smiled, "So you think he was the right choice?"
"He was the only choice." Michael confirmed. "I think he's the only one who would have put in that much effort. For two years he and I worked really closely together, and I could feel how bad he wanted to get things right. I don't think I would have seen that in anyone else. So yes, he was the only option."
The interview continued for a few more minutes before you and Michael waved goodbye to the camera and left the zoom. Michael sat back against the couch when you closed the computer. You sat next to him, leaning into his side. He wrapped an arm around you.
"You did great, Mikey."
"Well I had you there to calm me."
You smiled and felt your phone buzzing. Your eldest daughter had just sent you a screenshot, showing that Michael's song Billie Jean had taken the number one spot on the Billboard Hot 100. "Michael, Billie Jean is going viral... again." You laughed and showed him the phone.
He smiled, "I have a feeling there's going to be a lot more interviews we're gonna have to do."
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