#I am apart of those freaky lesbians

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Do you think Shawnee Smith is aware of the fucking magnitude of freaky lesbians thirsting after her and her characters?

[imnotoverlyobsessive]

In Your Dreams

Moodboard by @softhecreator

Chapter One: Dreams of You & Me

AO3 info one two three four five six seven epilogue

All my work is 18+.

Everybody knows something I don’t wanna know, so I’ll stay right here ‘cause I’m better all alone, yeah, I’m better all alone. Look, I am not a woman, I’m a god. I am not a martyr, I’m a problem. I am not a legend, I’m a fraud, so keep your heart ‘cause I already got one.- Halsey, I am not a woman, I’m a god

Tim was, overall, a very odd dude. This wasn’t terribly surprising, because he was probably some sort of Otherworlder (she was thinking fae; lots of celebrities were fae), but still.

Lea had met him a few months shy of her twentieth birthday when she was tailoring a suit for some fancy event or other. Much to her astonishment-slash-horror, he’d asked her out. Thankfully, he’d made no advances since then. Unless one counted taking her out to dinner and giving her presents and stuff, but like, he was so rich that she figured it was just the sort of thing guys like him did.

So whatever. 

And okay, maybe most twenty-year-old girls would kill to have a movie star ask them out, especially one they were so attracted to. But Lea did not want attraction. She didn’t want love or sex.

Well, alright. She wanted those things. Very much so, in fact. But she didn’t want to want them. Her mom had wanted them, and her dad provided, and then he’d beaten the hell out of her until she finally kicked him out when Lea was three. She and her two sisters had subsequently been raised in as male-free an environment as possible: all-girls schools and absolutely no boys (not that that’d ever stopped her younger sister, Ari, from sneaking out to meet them, but Lea was too anxious and terrified of boys for that, and their older sister, Lina, was a lesbian, so she wasn’t interested in them, anyway).

In any case, she was better off alone. That’s just how it was. It’s how it was meant to be.

Until it wasn’t.

Until it fucking wasn’t.

Lea got confirmation that Tim was an Otherworlder the first time she saw him appear out of nowhere in a puff of black smoke.

She was sitting on her couch in her shoebox New York City apartment, eating chow mein takeout in her pajamas and going over her Intro To Cinema Studies homework.

And then there was a crack! and black smoke filled the tiny living room.

Lea’s head snapped up, and she found none other than her weirdo best friend sauntering towards her fridge.

“Tim, what the hell?” she demanded after several beats of shocked silence.

He spun on his heels, one of those terribly disarming, heart-stopping grins on his too-perfect face.

Lea steadfastly ignored the thumping of her heart in her chest.

“Did I surprise you? My bad,” he told her, sounding entirely too pleased with himself.

She glowered at him. “I’m doing homework!”

He shrugged, sauntering over to her. “Which class?”

Lea finished the last of her chow mein and sat back. “Cinema Studies. Never mind that, though— what’s up with the appearing-out-of-thin-air-in-a-puff-of-smoke thing?”

He tensed as he sat down beside her on the couch, which was really more of a loveseat.

When he didn’t say anything, she added, “Dude, I don’t care if you’re an Otherworlder. It’s fine. Just, like… be honest with me about it, y’know?” She smiled encouragingly. “Don’t wanna have any freaky fae shit used on me.”

He stared at her for a long while before saying, very softly, “I wouldn’t use anything on you unless you asked.”

“Thanks, I guess,” she hummed. “You not gonna tell me what you are, then?”

“Uh…” He scratched the back of his neck uncomfortably. “Not… not yet, no. Is that okay?”

Lea shrugged. “It’s your choice. Figured I’d need to sign an NDA or something.”

“Oh, no, I wouldn’t…” he trailed off momentarily. “I know you wouldn’t say anything to anyone.”

She gave him a small smile. “Yeah.”

He gave her another heart-stopping grin, and she tried to ignore the way her heart stuttered.

The birthmark—the one that was pink and raised, like a scar, lines crisscrossing each other to form a star with eight points—on her hip burned. She scratched it mindlessly.

“How old are you, anyway?” Lea asked idly one day in between back-and-forth popcorn tosses on his fancy rich boy couch.

Tim paused momentarily, then resumed chewing.

She tried very hard not to stare at the way his jaw moved when he chewed. She was successful. Mostly, anyway.

He swallowed, and she also mostly succeeded at not staring at the way his throat looked during that action (absolute harlotry on his part, really, if you think about it). “Uhhhhhh…” he trailed off, raking a hand through his curls and pursing his lips in thought.

She wondered if they tasted like popcorn. 

No, bad Lea, no kissing thoughts, bad, bad, very bad—

After a few beats of him thinking, he finally shrugged and said, “No clue,” before resuming eating his popcorn.

She stared at him. “You… don’t know how old you are?”

He shook his head. “I remember stuff.” Another pause. “But you kinda just stop counting after awhile, y’know?”

She nodded thoughtfully. “I guess that makes sense.” Then, “What sort of things do you remember?”

“Mostly boring stuff,” he admitted with a rueful smile, “but some cool stuff, too.”

“Like what?”

Tim looked at her thoughtfully for a long moment. “Maybe I’ll tell you someday.” She pouted, and he laughed. “Don’t make that face!”

“Why not?” she whined, deliberately intensifying her pout, sticking her lower lip out even further.

He shot her that grin again, the one that simultaneously gave her heart wings and weighed it down, and then he reached over and poked both her cheeks. “‘Cause when you make that face, it makes me wanna give you anything you ask me for, which is dangerous.” He said the last word in a baby voice.

Lea rolled her eyes, swatting his hands away. “I’m not dangerous, stupid,” she muttered, a light dusting of red permeating her cheeks at his touch.

He grinned again, leaning back on the arm of his couch. “If you say so.”

Tim was a touchy-feely guy. Like. Really touchy-feely. He spent a lot of time holding her hand or cuddling with her on one of his sixteen bazillion couches (fuckin’ rich boy, man). Sometimes even both. Like, at the same time. 

Her friends didn’t believe her when she insisted it was platonic. But like, if it wasn’t, if he had feelings for her, he totally would’ve said something, right? He absolutely, 100% would’ve made a move. He’d never mentioned it, never talked about his dating life, but she was certain he knew what he was doing in that regard. Movie stars—not that he ever called himself that; in fact, he was extremely uncomfortable with the term, but he was one whether he was comfortable with it or not—really got around, didn’t they? She was pretty sure they did. And one as sweet as him, as gorgeous and perfect as him, not to mention dripping sex appeal like he’d taken a goddamn bath in the stuff.

It was a good thing that his feelings for her were platonic, though. It wasn’t like she had feelings for him or anything. 

Okay, so maybe she had feelings for him. Big whoop. It was Timothée fucking Chalamet, of course she had feelings for him. He was an orgasm with legs, so she really couldn’t be blamed for the amount of staring she did.

On the plus side, though, she was pretty good at not letting her interest in—or intense and very sexual desire for—him show in her facial expressions or actions. Other than the staring, of course, which again, she could not be blamed for.

All in all, she was getting by decently well despite her stupid feelings that were doing their damnedest to fuck up the first friendship she’d ever had with any guy ever.

And then the dreams started.

She was dreaming. She knew she was. It was a lucid dream, which she’d only had a couple of times before. 

It was a strange one, lucid dream or no; she was at Tim’s apartment, sitting next to him on one of his sectional couch in his living room. Something she didn’t recognize was playing on the TV, and it was dark outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. It wasn’t a memory, but rather something her imagination must’ve come up with.

“This is a weird dream,” Lea observed.

He grinned at her. “And why is that?”

“I don’t usually dream myself at other people’s houses,” she said with a shrug. “But maybe dream-Tim will be up for things real-Tim isn’t.”

“I think you’d be surprised what I’m up for,” he chuckled.

“In general?” She raised her eyebrows at him. “Yeah, probably. But with me… no, I don’t think so.”

Tim draped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her up against him. “And what would you like dream-Tim to do with you that you are under the mistaken impression that real-Tim would not do with you?”

She laughed, nestling in closer to him. “Just this is nice for now.”

“Yeah,” he agreed with a smile. “I like being close to you.”

“You’re the cuddliest motherfucker on the face of the earth, I know,” Lea giggled. “I’d never tell you this, but I’ve always thought that was really cute about you, even though it makes me nervous.”

His arm tightened around her. “Why does it make you nervous?”

“Because I’ve got a big fat crush on you, idiot. You’re in my head, you should know this.”

“Why don’t you tell me, then?” he wanted to know.

“Few reasons—though, again, you should know them since I made this version of you up, but whatever, I’ll tell you anyway—I don’t like the idea of being rejected, and I don’t want anybody having that sort of power over me. Not that it’d work between us, anyway.”

He hummed, considering her words. “You have a lot of power over me, too, y’know.” He ran a hand through her curls momentarily. “And I wouldn’t reject you. No clue where you got the impression I’d reject you.”

“You’re just saying what’ll make me happy,” she pointed out. “I know the real you wouldn’t want me like that. We’re friends, but that’s as good as it’s gonna get. You’d never want somebody like me.”

“What makes you think I wouldn’t? You’re amazing.” She laughed at that, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of his hand on her arm. “You are!” he insisted. “You’re smart, you’re funny, not to mention unbelievably gorgeous—“

“I am not,” she snorted. “Except for the funny part. You’re right about that; I’m hilarious. But the other stuff? Nah. Not to somebody like you.”

“I dunno what you mean by somebody like me,” Tim started, “but you are very intelligent, which I think you know, and—“

“Okay,” she conceded, “I guess I’m okay as far as intelligence goes, but I’m certainly not gorgeous. At least not by the standards you’re used to.”

“Lea,” he said slowly, “you are hands down the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen in my entire life.”

She snorted again. “I really like this version of you I’ve dreamed up, I gotta say. But no, to the real you, I’m not.” He was about to say something, but she continued, “Since I made you up, though, hopefully you won’t mind if I cuddle you as much as I like.”

“I’d never mind that,” he promised. “I wouldn’t even mind if you wanted to do more than just cuddle me, whether you’re dreaming or not.”

She draped her arm across his chest. “Yeah, I really like this version of you,” she sighed contentedly. “All of your sexiness and sweetness, none of the lack of attraction to girls like me.”

“I don’t know what you mean by girls like you, but…” He paused before taking her hand in his. “This isn’t me pressuring you. I just want to show you what you do to me.” With that, he brought her hand down and pressed it against his—

Holy fuck, this is a dope-ass dream.

When she looked up at him in shock, he smiled and said, “I’m like this a lot when we’re together. Having you so close and not being able to touch you the way I really want to isn’t easy.” He bit his lower lip, his eyes falling to her cleavage. “Especially when you look the way you look.”

She swallowed, anxious even asleep. “This is a dream, so you’ll do anything I want you to do, right? You’ll be okay with whatever I want?”

His eyes snapped back up to hers. “Well, yeah, of course, but I don’t wanna take advantage of you—“

“I think it’s probably closer to me taking advantage of you,” she pointed out, “but I can’t do this any other way, so…”

With that, she kissed him. He was frozen for a few seconds, but then he groaned and turned towards her more, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her up against him.

She had never kissed anyone before in real life, but this was a dream, and dream-Tim seemed to like the way she moved her lips over his.

He seemed surprised when she climbed into his lap to straddle him, panting into his mouth before pulling away and yanking her shirt over her head.

“Lea,” he said shakily, “what’re you doing?” His hands ran up her sides slowly, as if he were reluctant to touch her. “Fucking hell, your tits, fuck—“

“I can’t have you in real life,” she explained, rocking her hips forward to feel his hardness between her legs. “If this is all I’m ever gonna have, I want as much as I can get.”

“You can have me anywhere you want me, sweetheart,” Tim said hoarsely as she ground against him. “Do… do you really want me to…?”

There was no point in being shy in a dream, so she reached around her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall onto the rug with her shirt. “Please, Timothée.”

He trailed his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, squeezing them gently. “Fuck, Lea, you’re so beautiful.”

She wasn’t entirely sure how it happened, but the next thing she knew, they were both naked on the couch, and she was rubbing her wetness over his length, moaning into his mouth as she did so. She’d dreamed up piercings for him she hadn’t known existed— multiple metal bars along the underside of his shaft and one directly beneath his tip. This was a strange thing to imagine, but she wasn’t about to question it. 

“I want it,” she begged desperately. “Please, I want you so bad, I’m always so empty, and it won’t even hurt ‘cause it’s not real, please—“

“If you’re sure,” Tim said hastily, reaching down to align himself with her. “Sink down onto me, baby, c’mon.”

It was hazy from there, likely because Lea had never actually had sex and therefore didn’t know how it was supposed to feel, but she knew it was desperate and hungry and passionate, and that he’d given her so many orgasms she couldn’t possibly have counted them.

The dream morphed into another one. She found herself in what appeared to be a closet, though she didn’t recognize it.

Tim was behind her, kissing her neck and pulling down her panties. “You were so gorgeous today,” he murmured in her ear. “I think they were looking at you more than me.”

“Who was?” Lea asked, confused. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

He smirked against her skin. “It’s still a dream, sweetheart. A dream of what could be. Either way, we’re in London. We just got back from the British Film Festival.”

She blinked, turning to face him. “A. A film festival?”

“Mhm,” he confirmed with a grin. Then, taking her hand in his, he said, “C’mon, baby. I’m sure your feet are sore. Let’s get you in the bath.”

He led her across marble floors into a bathroom with a huge tub. Stripping off his clothes, he held her hand as she climbed the steps and sunk into the hot water. As she settled down, however, she realized her breasts were resting on her stomach. This was very odd indeed, because while her stomach was far from flat, it had never been big enough to support her boobs.

She glanced down, only to see that…

Holy fucking shit.

She screamed, clutching her heavily pregnant stomach. “What the fuck?”

He climbed into the tub with her and took her in his arms. “It’s alright, Lea. It’s okay.”

“How is this okay?!” she forced out. “I’m— I’m pregnant, how am I pregnant?! I know it’s a dream, but—“

“It’s just what could be,” Tim reassured her gently, taking her hand in his. 

It was then she noticed the ring on her finger.

“We’re married, too?”

“Your mind is showing you what you want,” he explained gently. “What we both want.”

“You don’t want this,” she said shakily. “The real you doesn’t want this with me.” She stared at him, his gorgeous features clearer than they’d ever been in any dream she’d ever had of him. “God, a baby?”

“Yeah,” he confirmed with a soft, gentle smile, reaching over to rub her stomach. “You’re having my baby.”

“And I went to a red carpet with you, apparently.”

“You did.”

“Why?” she finally asked.

“Because I asked you to, and you loved me enough to say yes.”

She flushed, looking down at where his hand was rubbing her stomach still. “Sounds like me, to be honest.”

He kissed her, and the dream faded away into another.

She was pregnant again, sitting on a blanket in the grass with a small child between her legs as Tim chased after a boy around ten.

“I’m gonna get you!” her dream-husband growled, his hands over his head like claws.

A third child—a girl with her hair and his eyes, somewhere around the age of six or seven—raced over to him with a screech of delight.

She held the child that sat with her closer.

When Tim looked back over at her with a grin on his face and love in his eyes, Lea realized that yeah… she wanted this. She really wanted this.

When she woke up, she was crying.

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[biterbones]

blood and decay

a vampire searches for her prey at a local bar, only for the night to not go as planned

cw: 18+, mild gore, blood, lesbians, mentions of sex

she stepped into the club, occasionally feeling the hips of a beautiful woman brush up against her. the whole building was alive, it exhaled and she could feel the heartbeat in her toes. out of the entire crowd of flesh, one specific girl caught her interest. a lonely girl, standing at the bar all by herself.

the first thing she noticed was how tall, she was. her curly, messy black hair that covered half of her face nearly reached the top of the ceiling. scraping the lesbian flag painted on the roof. another obvious thing was how raggedy she was, she looked like an anemic corpse and for some reason, vanessa liked that. it made her chest hot thinking of all the ways she could suck up everything that rotting hottie has to offer.

"heeey there cutie, i'm vanessa. who are your?" she casually questioned while running a contrasting dark brown finger over the mystery woman's pale skin.

"oh shit, are you talking to me? i'm zaniyah." She awkwardly tucked some hair behind her ear, revealing differently covered eyes. brown and blue swirled together like koi fish in the pond of vanessa's mind. "i've never seen you around here before, are you new in town?"

"yeah i am, i move a ton. i might stay here for a while though, this place is nice. plus, the people here are beautiful..." vanessa reached a hand up to stroke her face softly, but found zaniyah too tall. "shit, i can't reach. you're really fuckin' tall. how about you lean down so i can properly flirt, m'kay babe?" an odd dull blush spread over zaniyah's cracked skin as she was hit on.

"yeah, i get that alot. it's probably because i'm 6'8" she chuckled awkwardly, flaunting her height the same way insecure men do.

"you being for real?! why are you here and not in the nba?!"

"maybe i'm here so i can be with you?" zaniyah shrugged her shoulders cautiously. now it was vanessa's turn to blush, the maroon spreading all the way to the bleach blonde coils that framed her perfect face. oh this girl was just perfect, her mind filling with thoughts of what she'd taste like.

"how about i buy you a drink?"

"sorry, i don't drink."

"really? are you one of those puritans that always go sober?" vanessa's soft, adorable laughter didn't hide the mocking in her tone well. luckily the peer pressure went right over her new date's head, probably.

"no, it's cause of health stuff. my liver is terrible, that's why you never get hand me downs from alcoholics!" vanessa chuckled, trying her best not to spit out her own drink. "buuut if you're gonna be a sweetheart, i guess i'll ask the bartender for a steak kabob, extra rare."

"skirting past your odd food tastes-" zaniyah rolled her special eyes playfully. "- i'm glad i found someone with the same dark humor as me, that 'hand me down liver' joke was hilarious!"

"i'm glad you like it, sometimes i freak people out."

"don't worry baby, i like that you seem a little freaky~"

"oh my gosh!" zaniyah lightly pushed her away with one hand while grabbing her appetizer with the other hand. it kind of put vanessa off how she devoured the bloody meat like a starving dog, but she hadn't brought anyone home in weeks and she was getting desperate. this was no time to be picky.

anxiety slithered onto her skin and creeped into her veins, paralyzing her with dread. she needed to get this girl home before one of the tens of other women around them got to her prey first. she needed to pounce.

"hey, zaniyah?" the tall girl's lips formed into a curious smile as vanessa ran a soft hand over her waist. "what do you say we go back to my apartment, and i'll give you something else to eat? it's super close by."

"huh?" the confused and mildly horrified look on her face was replaced with a shy understanding once she finally got it. "oh yeah... maybe we could just walk there though? my car is almost out of gas and i wanna save it for the ride home."

"sure!" that was fine with vanessa, it just meant less evidence to deal with at the end of the night.

the fear slowly slipped away as vanessa brought zaniyah up to her apartment, falling into the comfortable routine of kissing and leading her to the nice couch wrapped in plastic. ignoring the odd feeling of her teeth, she began to strip for her guest. what she never expected though, was for zaniyah to pounce first.

"what the fuck?!" the second she slipped the red dress of her shoulders, zaniyah ripped out a set of fake teeth and charged at her. biting into her shoulder and ripping into it, licking her lips at the tart, exotic taste. suddenly the juicy morsel was gone, the room was spinning, and there was a throbbing pain in her nose. she found herself across the room with blood pouring out of her nose.

"did you punch me?! what the hell!" zaniyah wiped the blood off her face and stood, taking a defensive stance. angry hisses and globs of spit flew out of vanessa's mouth. "oh my god, you're a vampire aren't you?! that's why you busted my favorite nose!"

"That was reasonable, you were trying to eat me!"

"I bet you were gonna try to eat me too!"

"oh here you go with the fucking stereotypes, you dumb zombies are all the same!"

"oh i'm dumb?! you brought a stranger in your home, i should kick your ass for ruining my night and my nose!"

"oh are you now?" the two women leaned in close, their noses only a little bit apart. eyes locked onto eachother's.

the room was a disaster. pillows stuck to the walls, sheets soaked with mystery liquids, and two sets of limbs tangled together. vanessa let herself relax into the warm hold of zaniyah as the zombie ran fingers over her pudgy stomach, letting her icy fingers rest on the flesh.

"holy shit... that was amazing..." zaniyah mumbled.

"i know right? humans just can't keep up with us monsters." she nibbled at her, lapping up the small pearls of blood that came out of the wound. "i guess it took someone dead to give me the best sex of my unlife. i was right, you are a little freak."

"how did we not even know the other was a monster anyway?"

"i know it's not my fault, i've never seen you at the conventions."

"wait, there were conventions?!" the zombie shot out of bed.

"you didn't know?! nobody invited you?! the whole underworld is there."

"this is bullshit." zaniyah went to walk away but was stopped by the blonde.

"i have a proposition and not the kind we did 10 minutes ago." she raised an eyebrow curiously. "i think if we work together, we could have enough food to feed a whole villiage. i get the blood, and you get the flesh." a soft smile spread on those creepy features that drew vanessa closer in the first place.

"i'd be happy to vanessa, i think... i think i found the love of my afterlife."

[bikinikillarchives]

an article by Jill Reiter from Outpunk Magizne, about her 1994 film “In Search of Margo-Go”, that starred Kathleen Hanna.

“ In 1994, Jill Reiter began a feature starring Kathleen Hanna, called IN SEARCH OF MARGO-GO. Her playful synth-punk romp re-envisioned NYC club culture as an acid-hued comic book, equal parts LIQUID SKY and THE CABINET OF DR. CALIGARI. Reiter recently collaborated with animator Katie Bush to finish the film after two decades. “

transcript under cut !

1 : 

In Search of Margo-Go

The idea for the movie came about when Kathleen Hanna (of Bikini Kill) was visiting NYC a year and a half ago. We got dressed up like total freaks and called ourselves neo-new romantics and ran around the streets of NYC. We were discussing this zine that my friend Iraya Robles had done about the early punk days of the Go-Go's (Mark's in Time). I mentioned that Margot Olavarria, the original bass player for the Go-Go's, lived only three blocks away from my apartment. The title “In Search of Margo-Go” at first was a really random title, but as the movie idea developed, it came to mean: searching for role models that aren't the obvious ones – digging deeper and uncovering information about women who did a lot of cool stuff in the early punk and nu-wave scenes but weren't recognized because they didn't get famous, or maybe just cause they were women. A lot of their contributions are buried or lost because the records or zines are out of print. Some of the music wasn't documented at all, (i.e – film, recorded, written about.) We were all really into the Go-Go's as teens. But there is a lot we never knew about them. They were originally part of the late seventies punk scene, and Margot was the Go-Go that didn't want to sell out, so they kicked her out of the band and became “America's Sweethearts.”

The movie pays homage to a lot of things from the eighties that we were inspired by, such as totally wacked out do-it-yourself low budget music and fashion, and the comic book Love and Rockets. It also references the movies “Liquid Sky” and “The Hunger”. Those two movies were some of the few movies that had actual lesbian images of werido people we thought we could identify with more that those in “Desert Hearts”, but even those movies were sadly lacking in many [?]. In Search Of Margo-Go is also an antidote to the John Hughes movies like “Sixteen Candles”, “Pretty in Pink”, that so many freaky queer youth in the eighties watched, looking desperately to see themselves reflected in the media, but never quite feeling legitimized because on the lack of queers in films at the time. Imagine “Pretty in Pink” with Molly Ringwald as a dyke.

This movie is important to do because I want there to be movies for dykes that reflect my lesbian sensibility, which is quite different from mainstream lesbian culture. There are hardly any lesbian movies that are campy a la John Waters. I am really into kitschy aesthetic and it is really fun to make a movie about dykes that is crazy and colorful.

In Search of Margo-Go

is part tragicomedy, part costume drama, part queerpunk porno.

I wanted to talk about the idea of collective film-making that we are creating as we make the film. The whole film, from the writing to the planning and filming is a collaborate effort of many amazing woman (and a few cool boys). Most of the people involved other than some of the tech crew have never made a film before. We were into the process of learning by doing with women who had access to film school or have certain skills teaching other women on the set. It's Punk Rock film-making, proving that you don't have to be a film school graduate to make a film.

The Soundtrack.

Myself, Iraya Robles of the band Sta-Prest and Kathleen Hanna are contributing to the soundtrack. The soundtrack is exciting, because all these cool people are going to Nu-Wave music for the soundtrack, no matter what their normal music style is. Potential contributors so far are Kicking Grant, Cheesecake, Phranc (was in a punk bands Nervous Gender and Catholic Discipline). We want to expose unsung heroes in punk music by having a lot of all-female Nu-Wave bands that inspired us (Bound and Gagged, The Inflatable Boy Clams, and The Varve), on the soundtrack. We'd like to re-release their music from obscure out of print singles or albums. We also wanted to have some of these people do some new music for the soundtrack (Josie Cotton- who did “Johnnie Are You Queer” and was in the movie “Valley Girl”) and Robin Johnson (from the movie “Times Square), and others too exciting to mention.’

2: Kathleen and I did a little self interview about the movie, but I didn't have a tape recorder, so the stuff she says isn't in her exact words...

Kathleen – When I saw the John Hughes movies as a teen, it was really frustrating because the same sex characters always gave each other these longing looks, and so many of them appeared to be gay, but then at the end of the movie it was a total mindfuck and letdown, cause the boy and girl always ended up together. There was never any passion between the male/female characters, and it always seemed wrong that they ended up together.

Jill – Movies are a fantasy outlet to escape into and many mainstream movies have happy, ‘feelgood' endings. But Hollywood's idea of a happy ending is my idea of a horrible one – i.e the fag boy ends up with the tomboy girl. One reason to make this movie is to finally have control and to be able to make a movie end the way we want for once, and have the girl get the girl . It was so frustrating as a teen. I was really isolated from other gay people and I really looked to movies for role models and a legitimization of my freaky lifestyle. It was bad enough that I was surrounded by straight people and I could never end up with the girl, but to see these characters in movies that gave off gay signals or just that I was all crushed out end with a character of the opposite sex just made me feel even more isolated

ON MOLLY RINGWALD Kathleen – When I used to see all the John Hughes movies with Molly Ringwald in them, I had to totally displace my emotions. I had this boyfriend and I was all jealous cause in my head I thought that he wanted to fuck her. Really I did, but I was too unconformable and anxiety ridden about queerness so I had to describe it internally in a het way.

[shainlov]

New Years Exchange!!!

@the-sociopathic-jacket I was your gifter! And this is... longer than it was supposed to, I’m so sorry.

Nemuri never forgave herself, but life moves on.

A year before Midnight joined UA staff, she had a difficult case including her family members that no hero should've go through but it’s just such a common trope.

Nemuri Kayama was forever convinced that the case of Sosuke’s killer was going to forever stay her hardest one. Even five years later, she still grieved the boy she didn’t know until a few brief moments before his demise.

If she were to guess when it all began, it would be when she got involved in the case. Though… Sosuke’s... parents would point at her pathetic hero career and shout that it was then when she went to the hero school when she started... she doomed Sosuke to death... because anyone else would’ve done a better job and saved him.

If she never went to the hero school, Sosuke would’ve never attracted the attention of that villain. Or any villain at all.

If she were a smarter woman, a braver-- If not for her incompetence he'd… well, either way, she’s never been the same.

Kayama saw horrible things, but the death of the young boy taken it’s greatest hit on her yet.

She couldn’t bear the guilt alone... she was very bad at handling her feelings on her own. She depended on people to help her to take care of herself when she was at her worst.

Of course, those people weren’t either Present Mic or Eraserhead, they barely held their emotional baggage. It was her wife who helped her through awful episodes each time.

Midnight was ever so slightly jealously looking at a monitor, watching a disgustingly romantic scene playing out between Ms. Joke and Eraserhead - it was the origin of Emi’s “marry me” joke that she repeated endlessly tormenting both Nemuri and Shouta with.

Both of her... friends were very good actors - convincing enough to make Midnight envious, even a little worried about whether they were genuine. She had to pinch herself to calm down and tell herself that Aizawa Shouta was gay. A few times.

Shouta would never answer to the advances of a person he wasn’t attracted to. Shouta would never try to hurt Nemuri either - hell, he asked many times if she was alright with his part in the operation because he knew of her silly crush.

Other than three of them at the scene, there were also two other underground heroes and a nearby police station on alert, waiting tensely for a signal. One of the extra teammates was inside the bar as an immediate back-up, while Midnight was waiting outside with the other guy. Shouta said he's never seen either of them before. It made Midnight wonder about how big the Underground Agency was.

That’s when Nemuri’s mobile meant for hero-related stuff rang. Excusing herself, she stepped out of the van, gladly distracting herself from the monitors.

“Lovely," She murmured to herself, "who’s this?” She answered in her "Midnight" voice, she didn’t recognize the number. Her fans liked to get her phone number from her agency’s site and call her. Some were sweet, while others just plain creepy.

“Mistress Midnight,” The voice on the other end of the line striked her immediately as someone dangerous. She was pretty good at reading people based off of their voice alone. Nobody in her agency had this voice and only those people addressed her as Mistress. “I’d suggest you come to your office quickly and pick it up, you have a very important message there." The person sounded almost giddy, like a little child who got a treat, or rather, in this situation, left someone a treat and wanted to see their reaction to it. With years of hero training and experience, she formed a suspect’s profile. "Time is extendable, but I don’t have forever.” This could be another freaky fan, but her gut was giving her especially bad vibe. “Ah, and don’t worry, we’re going to meet soon.”

Kayama was confused as to what the hell was that supposed to mean, but for now, she returned to the van. She was still on her mission and she had to keep the watch in case of Shouta and Emi requesting a back-up. Stepping back into the van, she bumped into the underground hero guy.

He shouted at her to get out there and "do her thing" because the operation was going to shit.

Alright then.

Nemuri counted herself as a part of the case ever since the villain called her phone which led her... home. The home of a naive pretty little girl who grew too fond of heroes and aspired to become like them.

Which resulted in the pretty little girl getting kicked out.

At 4 AM, about five hours after apprehending the villain gang and sending them into jail, Nemuri was sitting in her office.

Her leg bouncing as she looked at her phone. She had only a few saved numbers - only people she trusted were there, but there was an exception. There were two numbers saved of people she didn't trust one bit, and the missed calls came from them.

Back then, the agency building was her only home - she had a side room off of her big office - where she lived. Her office was modest, the only pieces of furniture were a desk, three leather armchairs, and her chair on wheels. The walls were covered praising articles and her posters, and also a sue for "too revealing outfit". She won that lawsuit by saying that the costume-regulation laws weren't established yet. They served as amusement for her bad mood.

In her desk's drawer, there were letters from her fans, police officers, some secret admirers and not-so-secret ones. She never responded because of her brand, and the other reason was... well, she was irreversibly lesbian. Male advances flattered her, but she wasn't interested.

"Hard to get" was helping her to sell more merchandise.

Below that drawer, she held some private things - like embarrassing photos of her cousins and aunts - and her identification documents. Only a small fraction though, she knew how things could get messy, and the most important stuff were kept in the side room, where she was the sole person who had access. It was relatively small and consisted of a pull-out couch and a wardrobe, and a small kitchen, and it connected to a bathroom with a shower and bathtub.

She used the shower at around 1 AM and ever since has been sitting motionlessly only changing the object that she was blankly staring at. The leather armchair in her office already dried from the water her wet tangled hair left.

Two notifications read:

You have missed 4 call(s) from Father

You have missed 17 call(s) from Mother

...and Midnight was… puzzled.

What was she supposed to do? The Kayamas have disowned her ages ago! What could’ve they wanted from her? They had everything! She was their disappointment! Her parents disowned her when she got into the hero school because she didn't want to play "status", and "power", and "house".

She disobeyed and went against what her parents thought was best for her. What was she even to them after all? A doll? They've married out of love and she was supposed to be sold? What's fair in that?

Pretty face, no brains and talented at dress-up games - that's what she started as. She still had little to no brain, but she wasn't useless anymore.

Surely, there was no emotional attachment to her. After all, they threw her out of her--their home. Well, not officially, and since that wasn't legal and they didn't want to be labeled as child abusers by abandoning her, they got her an apartment, moved her things and paid for it until she was 21.

She got her act together, unlocked the phone to look at dozens of missed texts.

Most of them were demanding to call back as soon as possible. When that list ended, she noticed the gap between this flood of texts and the last ones she sent them on New Year’s Eve back when she was 22 and hoped that she could fix their relationship... somehow.

So, not minding the hour, she called. It took two attempts - each to different parent - before Mother picked up. Her voice sounded… weary.

“Hello?”

“What happened?” Midnight didn’t quite sit well with the fact she was talking to her parents after promising herself to not look back.

“Nemuri?” The surprise in the woman’s voice that answered the phone was no wonder - she didn’t hear Nemuri’s voice for straight-up over ten years.

“Yeah. Why were you calling me?”

“Well… it’s about Sosuke, yo-- my son.” Nemuri flinched at that.

Of course, her parents wouldn’t know about her being aware of who Sosuke Kayama was. Her mother didn’t tell her she was pregnant, she officially hasn’t met him, she never talked with him. Nemuri was disowned sixteen years ago, and Sosuke was fourteen.

When she heard her mother went into labor, she sneaked into the hospital to greet her replacement and wish him good luck, but after that, she didn’t make any effort to contact him.

“What about him?” She kept her voice flat.

“He’s been kidnapped and it’s your fault.” Kayama Saori’s voice was sweet in her perfume commercials, but now it made Nemuri want to throw up. She leaned forward with her ear pressed to the phone. The heroine didn’t know whether she wanted to start apologizing or to throw the phone yelling that it wasn’t her fault.

“It’s not. Did you call to send me hate mail?” For the first few moments, it didn’t reach Nemuri that she was talking about a kidnapping over a phone. She never came to accept that her mother and father rejected her. So now, thoughts processed slower than usual.

“They want you to be the one to find him. You HAVE TO do this.”

“They?” Nemuri frowned, slightly surprised her mother hasn’t broken into wails yet. That was unusual…

“Yes. Whoever did this.”

It’s a game then?

Midnight bit at her thumb frustrated. Her little brother-- Sosuke was in danger because of her hero career? Was that true?

“I’ll call the police to question you, I am not a detective.” She said simply going for the disconnect button.

“No police or else he will be killed. Hurry.” Her mother hissed before she hung up. That left Nemuri frozen in her seat. So it was because of her.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/21848440

[girlablaze]

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES ( BEST OF SEASON 1 ) SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ i predicted obama, i predicted heath ledger and i still predict florida will break off and turn into little resort islands ! ❜

❛ i knew i’d find you here with the crackheads. ❜

❛ hey, pete wentz called, he wants his nail polish back. ❜

❛ it’s easy ! boy likes girl, girl likes boy. sex. ❜ 

❛ it’s a little kitschy for my taste. ❜ 

❛ we both know the closest you’ll get to humanity is when you rip it open and feed on it. ❜

❛ he wants to make your life miserable, it’s how he enjoys his. ❜

❛ when you lose someone, it stays with you, always reminding you of how easy it is to get hurt. ❜

❛ that’s for me to know and you to — dot dot dot. ❜ 

❛ i’ve become my worst enemy — the authority figure. ❜ 

❛ is this the whole witch mojo thing? ❜

❛ — while you stand there, looking like one of those little yard trolls. ❜

❛ you hate me, because you loved her. ❜

❛ some girls just can’t resist my good looks, my style, my charm, and my unflinching ability to listen to taylor swift. ❜

❛ this is john varvatos, dude. ❜

❛ what’s so special about this bella girl? edward’s so whipped. ❜

❛ ah, i miss anne rice, she was so on point. ❜ 

❛ doesn’t it always come down to the love of a woman? ❜ 

❛ boy, this country sure has dumbed down in the last hundred years. ❜

❛ you’re dead, dude, get over it. ❜

❛ it’s cool not growing old. i like being the eternal stud. ❜

❛ this is my fault, i planted doubt - i’m a doubt planter ! ❜

❛ what, did you fedex it to rome? where is it? ❜

❛ aw, don’t get blood on the couch ! ❜

❛ why are you just standing there? that is a girl who clearly wants to be chased. ❜

❛ don’t look at me with those judgy little eyes. ❜

❛ don’t listen to him. he walks on a moral plane way out of our eye line. ❜

❛ good morning to you, little miss ‘ i’m on a mission.’ ❜ 

❛ don’t be bitter, it provokes wrinkles. ❜ 

❛ i’m shallow. i am worse than shallow, i’m a kiddie pool. ❜

❛ vampires can’t procreate, but we love to try. ❜       

❛ sorry i can’t unhinge my jaw like a snake to consume alcohol. ❜ 

❛ lesbian friend necklace? ‘cause we’re freaky like that? ❜

❛ i’m a terrible awful person, but i’m working on it. ❜

❛ if i see something i haven’t seen before, i’ll throw a dollar at it. ❜ 

❛ you’re like mulder, except hotter, and a girl.❜ 

❛ it’s hard for me to show kindness to people that hate me. i’m not that evolved. ❜

❛ there’s no way in hell that i’m going to play the role of your little minion. ❜

❛ i love to see a man drown his sorrows. it’s so sexy. ❜

❛ i’ve accepted the fact that you’re a self-serving psychopath with no redeeming qualities. ❜

❛ now is not the time to be the lone ranger. ❜

❛ what you say and what you do are typically two very different things. ❜

❛ perfect, we’ll just add it to the growing list of how everything’s falling apart. ❜

❛ you know, i really liked you a whole lot better when you hated everybody. ❜

❛ do you want to hear the bad news or the really bad news? ❜

❛ you seem awfully chipper lately, less doom and gloom. ❜

❛ ah, nostalgia’s a bitch. ❜

❛ my actions, what i do, is not your fault. i own them, they belong to me. you are not allowed to feel my guilt ! ❜

❛ you’ve successfully cured him of anything that was interesting about his personality. ❜

❛ ooh, i can smell the judgment coming off of you. ❜

❛ i do believe in killing the messenger, you know why? it sends a message. ❜ 

❛ i think you should stop with the flirty little comments and that eye thing you do. ❜ 

❛ oh, there’s only one do-gooder hero role available.❜

❛ i’m a vampire, what’s your excuse? ❜ 

[thalassomania]

goku and chichi for the character thing!!

brace yourselves i’m gonna gush about my spouses. yes i’m married to both of them why do you ask

chichi first because she’ll be less overwhelming

favorite thing about them: she’s like. The Lesbian Experience. okay not really but i’m sure she was at least someone’s gay awakening, and for good reason. like… have you seen how much ass this gal kicks? she’s fantastic! i love the dynamic she has with her father and just how cutesy she is around goku even if she deserves way better than him but i could go on about that forever. ALSO i have a couple of the classic dragon ball manga and i adore the way they translated her speech? she sounds like a country bumpkin and it’s adorable. admittedly i’ve only really watched dragon ball classic but i love her and i get really happy every time she’s around!

least favorite thing about them: chichi is a very cool character. very, very cool! but she’s heavily underutilized in the narrative of dragon ball because she’s delegated to Wifey and nothing else. she could have a role alongside the z fighters but she doesn’t because toriyama doesn’t know how to write women or relationships or anything. i also really hate how even though kid chichi’s outfit is super cute it’s also weirdly revealing for a little kid and Who thought it was a good idea to have her stop wearing the helmet? the helmet was kickass! SHE’S MORE OF A CHARACTER THAN JUST “GOKU’S WIFE” Y’ALL I DON’T KNOW HOW MUCH MORE OBVIOUS I CAN MAKE THIS!!! NOT THAT I DON’T LOVE GOCHI TO SOME DEGREE BUT JESUS CHRIST!!!! THEY BOTH WORK BETTER WITH OTHER CHARACTERS!!!!!!!!! their relationship needs some serious reworking. i guess that’s my biggest issue, coupled with the fact that it’s practically chichi’s entire character…

favorite line: ooh i’m gonna quote the manga volume i have for this one because i’m no good at remembering lines. “OO, THIS IS JES’ TOO DANG FREAKY! GIT OUTTA HERE!!!” this translation of the manga is the only valid iteration of dragon ball there is, ever.

brOTP: chichi is friends with everyone. that is canon and the truth. also since i only know classic i’m not the best judge of this… but she probably gets along with vegeta pretty well at least? they hang out. talk about how dumb goku is. you know the drill.

OTP: i love how i can’t say gochi for this because their canon interactions are… Yikes. i love the ship in theory but in execution? they’re both better off dating my self-insert and they’re all married and they love one another very much anyway um… bulchi. bulma and chichi. yeah. that’s it. that’s what i was gonna say.

nOTP: lol gochi (jk i’m sure there are worse ships out there… somewhere)

random headcanon: she’s weirdly good at understanding other people’s feelings. when people vent to her she can just listen on and on and even connect with them to some degree. she’s a supportive presence and her very existence is a positive influence on the rest of the cast!

unpopular opinion: she is more of a character than just goku’s wife and she also deserves better than him. gochi is such a circumstantial thing for me haha

song i associate with them: is the song “chi-chi” too obvious? prrrrrrobably. but until i get a better idea that’s what we’re sticking with! additionally i’d like to bring up the song waves! maybe it’s too urban for her but i love it very much so. it’s chichi now. god i love chichi so much OH SHIT I THOUGHT OF ONE MORE!!! sorry i’m looking for a song for goku and it just occurred to me that Apple Blossom suits her WONDERFULLY i’m going to cry THAT’S MY GIRL!!!!!!!!!

favorite picture of them: look at how cute she is i love her so much i will protect her with my goddamn life!!!

now it’s Boy Hour

favorite thing about them: I LOVE SON GOKU SO DAMN MUCH!!!! HE IS SO CUTE AND SUCH A FUN AND VERSATILE CHARACTER AND HIS VOICE IS PRECIOUS AND HE’S SUPER HANDSOME IN DBZ AND??? AND I LOVE AND SUPPORT HIM SO MUCH? HE HAS AN ACCENT IN THE MANGA LIKE CHICHI DOES ONLY LESS PRONOUNCED AND IT’S PRECIOUS AND HE FOLLOWS MY LITERAL FAVORITE TROPE IN THE UNIVERSE, AKA “CHARACTER FROM ANOTHER TIME/PLACE HAS TO ADJUST TO MODERN TIMES” AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaa… okay with a little less capslock now, goku has legitimately been a positive influence on me recently. he is a Happy Boy and i wanna be happy too! i just got my goku varsity jacket in the mail last friday and i’m still swooning over how wonderful it is? i’m wearing it right now y’all. Right Now. also i have a goku plush and he’s precious have a nice day!

least favorite thing about them: okay there’s a lot to say here. a Lot a lot a lot. but my biggest issue is the fact that goku is an incredibly static character. he doesn’t change or express himself almost ever. i don’t know how much of this is Shounen Protagonist Syndrome and how much of it is toriyama’s flaws as a writer but it really stresses me out! saiyajin emotional suppression is one thing and not knowing how to feel is another, but goku’s levels of Feeling Nothing are off the fucking charts. he’s also a terrible father and family man and is totally willing to just run off somewhere and get badly hurt without telling anyone. most of this would be fine if it was actually addressed and if goku changed as a character, but he never does. how do we know if he’s happy with chichi when even love seems like a foreign concept to him?

favorite line: okay we’re getting positive again. “You can tell girls and boys apart just by looking? Awesome!”  let me use a manga quote for this because i have them on me and i love the way his dialogue is written. goku’s reaction to getting shot multiple times: “Ha! Dummy! Stupid! Y’think you can hurt me?! With little owchies like that?! Hah!” (note: i had to take a break from the character meme here because i got too distracted by my incredible love for this manga)

brOTP: GOKU AND BULMA ARE BFFS!!! also goku and oolong even though oolong totally has a thing for goku and goku doesn’t notice because he’s an oblivious baby

OTP: GOKRILLIN GOKRILLIN GOKRILLIN ALSO KAKAVEGE THOSE ARE BOTH REALLY GOOD WHAT IF THEY WERE ALL DATING AT THE SAME TIME. OH SHIT. OH DAMN. goku is also married to my self-insert and chichi at the same time they all love one another a lot and

nOTP: …well, i mean. gochi i guess. i love it but at the same time it’s so… GgghghgHGghghhh sometimes. also i’m not the biggest fan of goku/bulma, whatever that ship is called.

random headcanon: goku is legitimately traumatized from the “training” he experienced with roshi. there is a reason i don’t have a tag for roshi on my blog and only call him Nasty Man. it’s because i hate him and he hurt goku and kuririn and i’ll kick his gross p*dophilic ass. ALSO GOKU IS A BOTTOM. DON’T FIGHT ME ON THIS I KNOW I’M RIGHT

unpopular opinion: he’s a bisexual icon. actually no that should be commonly accepted. Actually that’s just canon what am i doing ha ha lol

song i associate with them: honestly i can’t think of any off the top of my head so give me a moment here. ok so i’m gonna toss we’re going to be friends into the void here even though it’s not nearly as energetic as most “goku music” would be. and maybe uhh. i’ve been going through my music folder for like half an hour and i’ve found nothing else that suits him so i give the fuck up. i’m sorry goku pwease don’t hate me

favorite picture of them: S q u i s h y.

also this other one that i’m linking to directly so i can be sure it will play because i love it so much  i spent like an hour on this fucking post holy christ

[lucky-clover-gazette]

season 4 first watch impressions

under the cut are my thoughts and my new overall series episode ranking (spoilers)

ep1 - uss callister

- by far my favorite of the season

- a perfect blend of comedy and tragedy 

- i would have loved this as a full movie

- honestly nanette is amazing, like she owns her smarts and sexuality and never gives up i love her

- male coder: “it won’t work, i’ve already tried”

nanette: “well i haven’t” HELL YEAH

- i honestly loved all the ‘crew’ characters, even the gym rat boss

- i especially enjoyed the speech from the boss to robert, where he’s like ‘i acknowledge that i was an ass, but dude, YOU PUSHED MY SON OUT AN AIRLOCK’

- also the fuckin casual dialogue between the monster and bad guy and the crew

- OHHH BOY AND THE FACT THAT ROBERT’S GONNA ROT TO DEATH IN HIS APARTMENT BECAUSE HE PUT ‘DO NOT DISTURB’ ON HIS APARTMENT DOOR, HELL YEAH

- ‘oh my fuck’ 

- 10/10, watch it now

ep2 - arkangel

- preface: the kid playing young owen teague and his family were actually really close with my family when he and my little sister were kids. it was goddamn surreal to see that lil guy talking about porn when i remember him being, like, eight. but nice going nick, keep kicking ass lil dude

- okay so this episode was... conflicting 

- the opener made sense, but in some ways i thought it was TOO obvious and indicative of the episode’s message and tone. i can’t help but wonder if it would have been better just starting like five minutes in

- her father looked like counselor healy from orange is the new black, so that was distracting

- okay jesus christ lady, i get that losing your kid is scary, but implanting her with ‘optional’ optic spying and censoring software is such a massive violation of her privacy. like, it’s one thing when she’s tiny, but how the hell are you going to feel okay with yourself as a parent when she’s an adolescent? 

- the blocking especially pissed me off. that’s so fucking dangerous. either this woman is just very stupid, or very desperate

- at least the narrative established that it kind of was the latter. when her father gets sick, the mother has to care both for both her father and her child. that’s a lot. but still not an excuse for such mental violation of a quickly-growing human being

- young edgelord and sara are fucking adorable

- sara’s self-harm and rage issues are not, however,, and i’m glad that her mother took her head out of her ass and ditched the tablet

- is it just me or is fifteen-year-old sara kind of an idiot? like i get it she’s grunge and artsy, and i loved her giving a treat to the dog, but she seems to be almost hanging out with owen teague because he deals, and not despite it. like i get that i’m supposed to buy that their romance has kind of a subtext of him ‘teaching’ her about things, but like the underage sex and coke are kinda yikes. i feel like he definitely should have had more restraint, and although what the mother does is royally fucked, he and sara are also both to blame

- all right, so the smoothie motif. what a great narrative tool. the miscarriage pill was the most clever part of the episode. sara’s reaction was very well-acted, and the standoff between her and her mother was intense as hell

- i liked that sara’s rage issues remained into adolescence. i was glad that the tablet got wreckt, but i can’t help but wonder if it would have been more effective to have her rage-smash it prior to her mother coming come, leaving the pieces for her to find. the actual beating up of the mother with the tablet seemed to literal, too much sinking in the message. there were moments in crocodile and hang the dj that were the same way. 

- the ending, with sara hitchhiking in some stranger’s truck, was very smart. the ambiguity of a young girl, on her own, hopping in some stranger’s vehicle, is powerful without much explanation. any parent would be horrified by this; that’s what i don’t think we actually needed to see the mother screaming sara’s name and bleeding to understand the horror of losing a child to the unknown

- this one definitely gives me the most complicated feelings of the season; on one hand, it had a lot of great devices going for it. on the other hand, it was over-written and at times trying too hard to be ‘black mirror.’ the grey morality and ambiguous ending reminded me of a literary short story, which i love in my TV.

- 7/10, watch it if you liked most black mirror episodes that weren’t san junipero

ep3 - crocodile

- ah yes, the ‘i watch black mirror to be fuckin ashamed of humanity’ episode

- idk man, i liked it. it was bleak, and fucked up, but i’m all about that downward spiral. i liked that the story kind of began in three different places and then tied together. just as i had with ‘hated in the nation,’ i love police procedural stuff

- also damn, it was freaky as hell to see the straight-laced white blonde soccer-mom type being a despicable murdering sociopath!!! like, gotta go kill an entire family of POC, including a goddamn INFANT, and then see my kid’s show, that’s great. i was so happy when she got what she deserved. 

- all right, so i had one MAJOR PROBLEM with this episode: why the fuck did they make the son blind? the guinea pig twist was so GOOD, and mia fuckin killed a BABY, they didn’t need to further modify that!!! this is another example of black mirror doing just a tad more than it needs to make the audience feel horrible. 

- okay black mirror, we get it, that song is your thing, but can you maybe slide it in as a less glaring easter egg? 

- 8/10, but only if you’re into dark shit and bad endings

ep4 - hang the dj

- not nearly gay enough

- seriously, the entire episode i was unable to focus on the main characters because i kept looking around this Tinder-esque 20′s dating paradise and saw ZERO GAY OR LESBIAN COUPLES. i’m so surprised by this, especially after ‘san junipero.’ at first i was like, maybe this is like society’s way of encouraging procreation because of population decline, but that wasn’t the twist at all. no reason for nearly everyone to be hetero

- THAT BEING SAID, i see you. bi amy. even before the girl partner, i was aware that she used ‘they/them’ pronouns when referring to hypothetical partners. i just wish we could have seen more gay couples in the background (for example, at the choosing ceremony thing, it coulda been two dudes of something)

- uh okay, so everyone loved this episode, and it was okay. some of the banter and jokes were funny and relatable, but honestly, this wasn’t *that* good. the plot wasn’t super original (reminded me a lot of ep1 of hulu’s ‘dimension 404′) and the execution was kind of suuuuuuper basic. like, black suited Enforcers with tasers? a massive matrix wall? the whole thing seemed so predictable and just... basic as hell. 

- but shit man, amy was cool. loved that character in a vacuum. 

- honestly if someone could explain the reasons for loving this episode, i’d like to hear them. because i just don’t get it, man. maybe it’s because i’m gay, or young, or single, or unexperienced... but i just wasn’t very impressed

- 6/10, not even fuckin close to ‘san junipero’ lmao 

ep5 - metalhead

- black and white seemed sort of pretentious, not gonna lie. i think i would have preferred the dirty palette of ‘white bear’ post-apocalypse

- i am all for these female protagonists this season. hell yeah

- soo those corpses in the bed were heavy, but i actually kind of wish we got to see more of that? like, the remains of humanity after the dogs attacked? also, more small explanations for the dogs’ attack would have been interesting

- loved the chase and fight scenes. i can see how they’d be boring, but the moments of conflict between man v. machine were fucking awesome

- K N I F E  D O G

- anyone else get serious farenheit 451 vibes?

- the teddy bear thing was dumb. i don’t think we needed to see what was inside the warehouse. yet another time black mirror threw in just a little more than we needed

- okay so belle keeps alluding to the fact that she has safe family members out there somewhere, so am i to believe that there is some place where humans are safe from dogs? if so, why the actual fuck did she leave? i can’t believe it was just because of fuckin teddy bears

- alllllll the david lynch vibes

- 7/10, but you gotta actually pay attention to the visual details to get the best parts

ep6 - black museum

- BOOOOYYYYYYY! this entire episode i waited for the fuckin shoe to drop and then SHE! DID! THAT!

- the amount of callbacks to previous episodes was,, nice,, but also it was kind of annoying??? and unnecessary? 

- the museum owner was reaaaaaalllly annoying, which is think was intentional. what a fuckin sleaze. in comparison, i thought that jon hamm in ‘white christmas’ was still a somewhat charismatic narrator, but this dude was just yikes

- so, the first story was... kind of a lazy reach? idk, it just felt kinda like a parody of black mirror itself. i get the entire ‘mad science’ vibe they were trying to evoke, but as opposed to the next story, this one had very little to say about human nature. black mirror works its best when it tells stories that use technology as a way to analyze humanity; this one really didn’t (we all already know we’ve got weird kinks)

- the second story was better, but, like, SUPER heartbreaking. poor carrie. i don’t think her husband should have done The Thing at all, honestly, I don’t believe that he couldn’t have seen what happened next coming. it’s like the arkangel mom again; either these characters are just SUPER present-oriented, or just fuckin dumb

- the most tragic moment in this season was ‘monkey needs a hug.’ i felt nauseous 

- okay, now for THE TWIST! the accent drop was a great touch, and i loved that she was poisoning him the entire time. also fuck white men and supremacists, and fuck the museum dude for enabling them. 

- the ending was great. i liked that her mom was chillin with her. the building blowing up was very tarantino. loved her a lot

- 8.5/10, boring in the beginning but the end is worth it 

and now.. 

BLACK MIRROR EPISODES RANKED (AS OF SEASON 4)

1. U.S.S. Callister

2. Nosedive

3. Hated in the Nation

4. San Junipero

5. Fifteen Million Merits

6. Be Right Back

7. White Bear

8. White Christmas

9. Black Museum

10. Crocodile

11. Arkangel

12. Metalhead

13. Hang the DJ

14. Playtest

15. The Entire History of You

16. Men Against Fire

17. Shut Up and Dance

18. The National Anthem

19. The Waldo Moment

[hogwartsgrapevinexx]

The weather is getting warmer, the birds are starting to chirp and the students of Hogwarts are currently fucking like rabbits at the moment. Really, it might be easier to tell you who isn’t rolling around in the hay with one another but what fun would that be?

Let’s start with Evan Rosier. Honestly, it feels like the guy just came out of no where and now he’s the talk of the town. He’s gone on a few dates with Narcissa Black and the frigid ice queen has actually bestowed a kiss on Prince Charming. Let’s hope he doesn’t turn into a frog at midnight. Although he does like to jump from bed to bed it seems. First with Veronica Greengrass and recently Alecto Carrow and Evan have been seen disappearing into tents to and running from the kitchens naked and covered in chocolate. As if thinking about all of those calories they ingested isn’t gross enough, I have several sources telling me that Bellatrix Black has also thrown her hat into the Evan Rosier ring. Something about spring time makes even the craziest bitches want the D. 

It turns out the Narcissa Black and Veronica Greengrass  have a lot more in common then they think. Good looks, Slytherins, big old fat lesbian kisses and now they’re sharing the same penises. Not only with Evan Rosier but with good ole Mick McLaggen. Just when I think he couldn’t find another woman to fill his dance card, good ole Cormac surprises me again. Also don’t think I haven’t seen you eyeing up Andromeda Black, McLaggen. Is she your next victim?

Although this time Mick was seen with Veronica Greengrass in the prefects bathroom. Although Veronica disappeared suddenly around Mick during class, I can only imagine what those two were up to. Have you ever heard of shagging in a bed, McLaggen?

Speaking of not shagging in a bed, our favorite Gryffinslag, Dorcas Meadowes and Mick McLaggen disappeared in the woods during the lame bonfire thrown by the Gryffindor girls (I include Glenda Chittock in the label of lame and Gryffindor girls because can we even tell her apart anymore?). Pretty much everyone saw Mick fuck Dorcas up against a tree and you can blame it on the fairy dust as much as you want, girl, we all know you cannot not have sex in a public place with Cormac. And we thought Emmeline Vance was desperate.

Big shout out to Alecto Carrow for drugging everyone and attempting to bring about change to the snooze fest. Usually I do not condone drugging people without their consent but when it comes to these crazies, you’ve got to do what you’ve got to do.

Once again, Marlene McKinnion and Lucius Malfoy are starting to date and like most couples at Hogwarts, they’re starting to get boring. Luckily the drugs were around and it was almost sweet to see Remus Lupin all over Marlene McKinnion. Now that is a ship I can get on and sail. I bet Remus and Marlene could have freaky sex all night. Of course, Remus isn’t the only marauder that Marlene has been seen all over. She was spotted dragging Sirius Black to the hospital wing, maybe she broke his penis? That must be awkward since Sirius is supposed going all monogamous with Mary MacDonald. Another snoozefest if you ask me. Although I wonder if Mary knows you were snogging Emmeline Vance the other night, Sirius?”

On the other hand, Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape were getting all hot and heavy. Body shots were involved people. Use your imagination.

I never thought I would say this in a million years but even Rodolphus Lestrange has been getting some action. With Veronica Greengrass. Of course, he’s sharing his action but let’s be honest, the kid is going to take what he can get. It was almost overnight that Rowdy Roddy went from capital of the he man woman shouldn’t play Quidditch club to asking Veronica to stick things up his ass. All I can say is good for you Roddy. Maybe Veronica will soothe the pain of being demoted to second best friend to Malfoy?

Now as much as I can’t stand Dorcas Meadowes and her infatuation with with quidditch bro’s, I can’t help but throw a few claps her way. She went on a date with Sebastian Rosier, got free food, a new Quidditch broom and didn’t even put out. I mean, it’s only a matter of time until she does sleep with him. Come on people, it’s Dorcas Meadowes.

Still, it was just a great reminder that I really need a sugar daddy. 

Poor Henry Davies, once again faces rejection. If only he would realize that I am the one for him. Really, Glenda Chittock doesn’t even deserve him so he honestly dodged a bullet on that one. She went on a date with Angelo Fazio, just to rub the salt into poor Henry’s wounds. I hope she gets pregnant and has a baby with a unibrow. Indigo King is another member of the Angelo Fazio fan-club, having easily moved on to “I wish I was a man” Lupin. Not that I can blame her. They even got a room at the Three Broomsticks. Scandalous. But good for you girl, finally finding a man who can really shag. 

Anyway, just want to give out a quick shout out to all my readers who love hearing the unbiased news of all our favorite people at Hogwarts. 

Happy Spring Folks! Remember to keep your eyes and ears open, lest you miss Amycus Carrow and Stubby Boardman disappearing into a tent again. Together.

xxx

[joseyfeli1-blog]

This is it. Halloween 2017

So this Halloween (sadly) i will not dress up. But i will strip down, Ayyyyy!!

alright back to business. Sexuality, Identity, and least important of this bunch, Biological Sex.

This post is for my blog and to be written down. I am still closeted, which i only will tell people that i believe will not care so much about this info. Serisouly in my life, it isnt a huge thing for me.

So it has come to me, throughout this year i really shouldn’t say i am cisgender, and heterosexual. And for me that was strange for me to be so okay with. Yet it wasn’t of how accepting and how much i love myself. No. it is truly cause i knew i wasn’t but never went to go check up the lgbt+ shit, and didn’t care about this stuff. But here i am, caring about myself (how do i feel about that? ehh). Sexuality was never something i cared to bring up/talk about, but Senior year (high school) and im just realizing that from past experiences that, yeah, it is more complicated than - hetero, cis. Yeah no, mostly all my lifes explanations are paragraphs, or essays. long story short, This post is really not for the people who would support me (though Thank You so much) and also not for me to accept me. Again I never cared for my sexuality and i still dont, but since i might get asked, and i would like an straight(Hah!) answer.Okay so here it is…

Identity

A big thing this is. Most explanation will be put into this (not for people to believe me, just so its written somewhere). I want to be identifyed as Genderfluid, three genders, Male, Female, and Non-Binary. For friends on here, dont worry im fine with the pronouns and or whatever you all me. I enjoy no remembering that im biologically male, but i understand people wont care for me in the future. Plus about 17 years of it, kind of numbs you to caring about the pronoun game. So why identify as genderfluid and not be cisgendered? Well for me i am self aware that i depreciate myself (all the fucking time) and some part of it was, so i mustnt hate myself enough to realise i should accept the idea of me being identified as the other two genders. So i thought about, i hate most masculine shit. feminine shit? Love a lot of it! Shit with no gender?  Cool as fuck. So why be filtered Josey? why not embrace this threepeice mofo? 

Why do i believe myself to be these genders?/ Why identify as them?

picture a triple Venn diagram please? Male, Female, Non-Binary.

Why male? i WILL NOT degrade the beauty of the other two genders to have me as a full addition. (self-depreciation, i know, again self aware af) 

Why Female? They all are strong as H E L L! to be apart of them, thats a nice thought. Plus ive had a front row seat of how most common men act towards women and i will not be apart of those asses(i am a different kind of asshole, but that is for another post, not the time right now) I never liked the way how most people talk about how lesbians are only hot and the they are sexualized, THEN! when they bring it up! everyone calls them crazy and disregards the actions of sexualizing women loving women.

Why Non-Binary? They have no need for being either common gender, Awesome! in my opinion. The fact that i never cared for my gender  through my young life, speaks out to me, not loudly, but i know i barely care for the thing in between my pants, regardless my bio sex. In fact, i wont have memories of me being called specific pronouns and shit where i feel nostalgia over them, you wanna know why? Cause i dont remember being called a boy and enjoying it! i just remember having a great time with video games or walking around the houses ive been in.

Seriously days go by without me acknowledging that im male, so in my opinion no it doesn’t matter to me what people think of me, nor if they will support my identifications. Hence, Genderfluid, not trans, not just Non-binary. But three halves, to make a whole.

Sexuality

Alright the simpler part of this post. So when growing up, media, my family, myself, just thought it was okay for making me believe that: Yes! i am hetero! i like women! and it is okay how many are being degraded!

took me a second, but luckily i do not think that at all anymore. (for people that are going to argue me, realize that: too bad if im wrong! i aint changing this post for you!) Now sadily it took me tim eto notice how heteros i knew/ know think its fine how they think so lowly of the people they find sexually attractive, but opinions opinions! so i digress.

I am DemiPansexual (and probs demiromantic, not the time to figure that shit out yet.;p)

Demisexual- Part of the Ace spectrum, you are sexually attracted to no one other than people you have created such powerful bonds with, the immensity or lack of strong bond is obviously individual preference.

Pansexual- People sexually attracted to people whom are themselves as much as possible. See People, we dont care for biological sex, identity, or sexual orientation of whomever we feel attracted to sexually. Again personal reference is what you are looking towards other people (or yourself? who nows? some freaky narcissistics out there, @rapforeminem im looking at You!:p). For me, people being themselves the most, and me seeing them sexually attractive because of it- That (again for me) is someone living their life where they cant stop learning themselves and aspiring to be themselves as we all know, we gonna die soon. the fact is (in my opinion), People dont change, they adapt and grow. They become what their soul is. i believe that souls know what we will become, hopes that we discover all 100% of ourselves, i pray to know all of me, but im also scared, so i will not try to really go out for the answer, if it happens, it happens, and cool too. To see someone be themselves and embrace it, brightens my mood. seeing their bright eyes, makes me bite my lip (like a loser and/or fangirl, lol), it makes me feel good/ special to be there for it. it is special and sweet. anyhow, i hate seeing people as sexual objects, i know i very much did before, but for me, it was normalized! for me! i am justifying me right now, im justifying when i didn’t know that was not how i like to think and act.

DemiPansexual- So why use both? Well, i shouldn’t call myself/ use the ace spectrum to use for myself, again big respect for each one of them, because  i have seen people that i didn’t have/ picture of having a profound bond with. And I love the soul of others, they’re so pretty! Especially when they are really unfiltered.

now because i am pansexual, doesn’t mean i have to seek out the entire soul of another to be even a tiny bit sexually attracted to them. That is my opinion. This Whole Fucking post is my god damned opinion, why type and post it? it will give me god damn peace broham. having something written, helps me cope, so in a sense, this helps me be me, acceot myself and my complicated sexuality/identity.

So for people whom talk, or want to talk to me (there is no line for that), and dont know how to talk to me aafter i come out, just notice, i never really talked about myself in these ways before! i never really cared, i am numb to how poeple just saw a straight regular boi. GOD do i wish it was that simple, literally over an hour typing this shit! But of course to end it,

Biological sex

i am boi

Alright that is it! Hahaha, okay so this is going out at 2:00 am in texas time, but 12:00am (Halloween) for westcoast of the united states. ill reblog during the day of Halloween. not to advertise myself, but for people that want a coming out post, and or support me no matter what (thank you again, love you lot) i identify as.

Oh and i understand that there are so many! so many spectrums and other shit, so if you read all this, or just feel like im incorrect and ou are in fact more intelligent in this subject than me and try to tell me “that i am actually something else”, or “there is a better title for you” i wont listen right now, im fucking exhuasted okaying this post as is, ill check on myself and the wikipedia if I feel the need to. And if you do not beileive or disagree with any part of my coming out shtuff, talk to me directly, no need to hurt my supporters, followers, people i follow, random Tumblr users, and especially mutuals( I Love you guys! MWAH!). Message ME that im wrong or dont exist! not the people that had no idea this post was being done! give me your hate! im cool with it! I Will allow it!

Anyway! Happy mother fucking Halloween California! Have a safe and fun one this year! and everywhere else for that matter. 

[zachthevagabond]

Portugal Recap

Thursday January 31, 2019 [better late than never!]

As promised, here is a recap of what I would say was the most enjoyable trip I’ve done this year in Europe. Portugal --just wow. It was one of the most beautiful countries I think I’ve ever visited, and I will definitely be returning some day soon. 

Thursday: goodbye Luxembourg, and hello sun and food 

Despite a delayed train that was moving slow enough to be going backwards, Taylor and I arrived in Luxembourg with more than enough time to hit up the city’s infamous Pizza Hut before heading to the airport. What’s on the menu? Nothing but the usual for us: cheesy breadsticks and a medium pepperoni lovers pizza with stuffed cheesy crust. Can you say 3,000 calories? After finishing dinner, we walked to the bus stop towards the airport. Do you think that burned off at least an eighth of a single breadstick? 

This was my first time in the Luxembourg City airport, and I wasn’t all too surprised to find it completely dead and bizarre (reminiscent of Luxembourg City itself on a weeknight in winter). It was all good and dandy until Taylor was pulled aside and groped after setting off the beeper while walking through the metal detector. We’re still not sure why it happened, but I had a good cackle while collecting my items and watching her get felt up by two Luxembourgish security guards with her hands in the air. Honestly, she’s probably the last person on EARTH I would think to pull aside to check. Between her wavy Jewish hair and blue eyes, I think she’s the least-threatening person I’ve ever seen in my life. 

What would be a two hour airport wait without a glass of wine and witnessing a middle-aged woman carry around a life-size toddler doll? You can’t make this up if you tried. This woman cradled this doll, walked with it, and even looked us in the f*$^#(@ eyes as she rubbed it’s neck. Probably one of the strangest things I’ve ever seen in an airport. With only five minutes to board, I ran to the bathroom to pee before getting back in the boarding line with Taylor. Am I the only traveler out there who still gets butterflies of excitement/anxiety whenever I board a plane?

Running back to the gate, Taylor and I awaited our boarding opportunity. She went up to the agent before I did, and breezily scanned directly through to the other side. My ticket, of course, was not “found in the system.” They pulled me aside, and a kind flight attendant explained that she had to manually enter in my passport number. Kind of strange for the person who booked the tickets, but OK. Just my luck.

As I finally boarded, I passed Taylor in row five of the plane as I fought my way back to row thirty-two. Again, why is the person who booked the tickets getting all of this good luck?! While initially I had a middle seat, a French couple asked if I could trade seats with them so that they could sit together. I happily agreed, and won myself an aisle seat. “The first win of the trip!” I thought to myself. For the remainder of the flight, I read and listened to music tranquilly while Taylor was up in row five between two very affectionate lesbians. Taylor quotes, “It was a flight of true love around me: completed with lesbian leg wrestling and woman-on-woman kissing fully and all over each other.” What we didn’t know at this time was that this wouldn’t be Taylor’s last lesbian experience in Portugal...

Upon arriving, we ordered an Uber that never came to our pickup location. Wonderful. Finally, we decided to abandon the app and call a taxi. It all worked out for the best, as the taxi was actually two euros cheaper than the uber would have costs us. As we arrived to our Air B&B, we found a bottle of dry red Portuguese wine left for us by Adrian and Adriana, our hosts. What a classy couple! We stayed in and enjoyed the wine before heading out to explore a bit and find dinner. 

Friday: sun and food and food and sun 

We woke up at around eleven hungry and ready to explore. Naturally, we were thinking Brunch; and found an online recommendation from our Air B&B hosts for a spot about fifteen minutes away from the apartment. We both ordered brunch pancakes, which were essentially buttermilk pancakes with bacon and a fried egg on top. YUM. Before finishing our meal, we were blessed with the presence of a Portuguese street juggler who announced to the outdoor patio that he “wasn’t interested in tips” but “just that we paid attention.” After everyone continued talking and eating in peace, he went on his way without trying to pass his hat. I could’t help but feel bad for the guy, but his “juggling” show consisted of him stroking an oversized marble while making extremely uncomfortable eye contact. I can’t say I wasn’t relieved when he [literally] packed his marbles and left. 

We wandered down the winding and hilly streets of Lisbon to the water. We took a seat and looked out at the Atlantic while feeling the sun for the first time in months. It was one of those moments where you don’t even have to talk to your travel companion to explain what you’re feeling. “How f@#$%^& lucky are we that this is our life?!” was definitely at the forefront of both of our minds.

Wanting to stay in the sun but properly hydrate ourselves, we found ourself at the Museum of Beer of Lisbon. Finding a table on the patio, we both ordered small beers. “A small?! You don’t want a large? Smalls are for girls!” the waiter taunted me. “Yeah, no, a small please,” I replied, completely indifferent to his heckling. 

After our beers and a little sobremesa, we hailed a taxi to Belém. We saw the famous tower/castle thing of Belém as well as witnessed an Asian grandpa try to bust in the castle for free ---all while ripping ass three feet away from us. Again, you can’t make this Sh*^ up!

After touring the castle, we decided we needed yet another little something to recharge our tiring legs. We headed to the original home of pastéis, a Portuguese dessert specialty. It’s basically an egg custard that’s garnished with powdered sugar and cinnamon. It was delicious, and I could’ve eaten about fifteen of them in one single sitting. Before leaving, we noticed a small open motorcycle taxi (called a Tuk Tuk) sitting right in front of our table. Feeling like the driver, who we soon learned was named Ricardo, was put in front of our table by God himself, we decided that the “very special price” of 15 euros back to the apartment would be worth it. To this day, that ride home on the Atlantic in sunny Portugal was one of the most memorable things I’ve seen abroad.

After coming back to the apartment and having a two-hour siesta, we decided it was time for some dinner. We agreed on Lisbon’s famous Time Out Market. It’s a large outdoor eating venue with some of the best-rated restaurants in the entire city. Naturally, we settled on a burger joint that had the best burger and fries I’ve ever experienced on this side of the Atlantic. YUM. 

Shortly after finding a seat with our burger and fries in hand, Taylor and I noticed a couple across the table that looked MISERABLE. They weren’t speaking, looking at each other, or interested in anything else than their miserableness. After hearing them speak English, we broke the ice and asked them how their food was, where they’re originally from., etc. Fifteen minutes an countless travel stories later, the couple left grinning and holding hands. Taylor and I like to think that we saved their honeymoon. I think I definitely deserve to have their first son named Zachary in my honor.

After heading back home and finishing the bottle of red wine, Taylor and I hit the bars. Lisbon knows how to party, let’s leave it at that. [I’d give you more juicy information, but my grandma is reading this -love you Gram!!] 

If the party wasn’t already good enough, Taylor and I were approached by two Brazilians: Barb and Euginio. My Portuguese may have been better than their English, if that gives you an idea of how awkward this conversation was. After exchanging basic information about ourselves, we learned that they are masters students in law who are becoming judges??? I put the question marks because to this day, Taylor and I have no clue what they are studying and/or whether or not they are judges? Or being judged in their masters program? We will never quite know.

Shortly after meeting them, things got a little freaky. Barbara took a very special liking to Taylor, and asked her if she’d ever been with a woman. Not sure what to say, Taylor replied, “Ummm..yeah, no. It’s not my thing.” In retrospect, we decided she should have boldly said “Yeah, many times. I prefer men.” Regardless, Barbra was upset that Taylor had never tried anything with a woman, and proceeded to ask if she could kiss her on the cheek. This was one of those moments that you want to intervene to save your friend, but are choking on your own tongue trying to not laugh your ass off at what is happening before your eyes.

Frigid in fear, Taylor responded, “I mean, I guess” to find Barb lean over and kiss her on the cheek. “You’re so warm!” Barb said. “I mean, yeah, it’s the alcohol.” Minutes later, I very publicly reminded Taylor that we “had to be up super early” for our imaginary flight tomorrow morning. We ran out of that bar faster than Barb and Euginio could blink their browned Brazilian eyes. Taylor came here for a year of new adventure, and now she can say she’s officially had a Brazilian girlfriend. LOL!

Saturday & Sunday: Explore eat explore eat eat eat

Saturday morning, we woke up at around noon and headed out to brunch [yet again.] This time, we walked to a different part of the city. I met up with my old friend Charis, a German medical student that I met in Montpellier. She is now living in Lithuania studying medicine. How strange it is to see someone after two years and be able to continue your conversation like you’d just seen them last week! The joys of traveling. 

Following our brunch and catch-up with Charis, Taylor and I adventured around Lisbon before heading home for a mid-day siesta. After one last dinner at the burger joint and brunch the following morning, we found ourselves boarding a plan back home on Sunday in no time. “Back to the cold!” we thought. 

Portugal will always be remembered by Taylor and I as the mid-January 2019 trip of burgers, endless steps to climb around the hilly city, and of course, lessssssssbians.