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allthemusic · 1 month ago

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Week ending: 1st August

Welp, it's certainly a mixed bag, I'll say that - and actually a bit of a throwback. We've got Pat, a big deal maybe four or five years ago, and the Crickets, who haven't really been a charts force since Buddy Holly's untimely death, again, four years ago. How will they hold up, now we've entered the 1960s proper? Only one way to find out...

Speedy Gonzalez - Pat Boone (peaked at Number 2)

So much about this worried me, going in. The title sounded like a tired Mexican cliché, and Pat Boone, while still around at this point, also just feels kind of outdated, by 1962. There's not anything inherently wrong with him, but... I mean, c'mon. Pat Boone's Speedy Gonzalez was, at best, going to be a bit of slightly old-fashioned novelty nonsense, and at worst, outright racist. The question was just which it was going to be. So, with some trepidation, I clicked play, hoping this was going to be one of those entries where I was proven wrong.

And was it? Well, in short, no. It did start stronger than expected, though, with some quiet, classical guitar, and a spoken word intro that while perhaps a little stereotypical, was more romantic than straight-up offensive, with lines about how Pat walked alone between some old abode haciendas, when he heard the plaintive cry of a young Mexican girl. The la la la la la la la line that follows is kind of abrasive on the ears, but it's mercifully short, and then we're into a funker, rock and roll vibe that's not trying to sound too stereotypically "Mexican", barring perhaps a few little trumpet frills that are fun and flavorsome.

Unfortunately, right as the music takes a turn for the better, the lyrics take a turn for the worse, with a bunch of lines about how shiftless and unreliable the titular "Speedy Gonzalez" is. It's a song told from the perspective of an abandoned housewife, asking her husband to stop all of your drinking / With that floozy named Flo. She complains about the state of their adobe, asking over and over speedy Gonzalez, why don't you come home? All this feels like it's kind of verging on offensive already, and then the spoken word interjections happen. There are only two, but they're both genuinely horrible, done in the most awful cod-Mexican accent imaginable. This is apparently Mel Blanc, the voice of Speedy Gonzalez in the eponymous 1953 cartoon, but I'm not sure that makes it better, when he's telling his wife that hey, Rosita, I have to go shopping downtown for my mother / She needs some tortillas and chilli peppers, or, even more toe-curlingly, that she should come quick, down at the cantina they're giving out green stamps with tequila, which just feels so wince-inducingly ham-fisted. Like, why was that even needed in the song? Gross.

I could say more things about the song, and how it came to be, it's relationship to the cartoon etc, but I genuinely just don't want to listen to it that much more. So I'm not going to. Soz, Pat.

Don't Ever Change - The Crickets (5)

And so we get to a different song, a Crickets number that doesn't sound entirely Cricket-like, to me. If anything, I thought, it sounds like an Everly Brothers track. Imagine my smugness when I then discovered that it was indeed a Goffin-King track that was rejected by the Everlys. Which is a shame, because I think they'd have crushed it. I mean, we've got exceptionally pretty vocal harmonies with lots of long held notes, we've got sentimental but solid pop writing, we've got guitar but also some fun, unobtrusive but pretty piano ornamentation, some neat little drum fills to give it all energy. These are all things that the Everlys thrive on, and always have done.

Not that the Crickets do a bad job, by any means. I associate them more with a more rockabilly sound than with this kind of Brill Building pop, but honestly, they do make a really good fist of it, here, and the end result's actually pretty great. I think it helps that the song's cute. It's about not wanting your love to ever change, however unconventional they may be. You never wear a stitch of lace, the song opens, and powder's never on your face / You're always wearing jeans except on Sunday. Except, apart from being put off by this lack of feminine decorum, the Crickets beg their love, please don't ever change / No, don't ever change / I kinda like you just the way you are. Their girl doesn't know the hip dances, sure, but she loves our singer, and he loves her back, affirming that I love you when you're happy / I love you when you're blue / I love you when you're mad at me / So how can I get tired of you? With her complete lack of guile and falseness, she may not be the coolest or the most glamourous girl out there, but she's genuine and sweet and never cruel, and the appeal of that is undeniable, as far as the Crickets are concerned, haters be damned. Which, I'll repeat, is super cute!

There's actually a bit of a Broadway sensibility to this, because the more I listen, the more I'm getting that classic Tin Pan Alley feel. There's just a drama to it, a showiness. I think it might be clearest in the ascending chromatic pattern in the introduction. If I knew more about chords I could probably pin down what it is more specifically, but all I'll say for now is that there's something that feels very showbiz about it. And the piano doesn't get any less jazzy throughout, these little offbeat, quirky interjections poping up throughout. It's not quite enough to make the song feel like a musical number. But it gives the Crickets a glossy, city sheen that they've hitherto generally lacked - like I mentioned further up, I tend to associate them more with rockabilly music, which tends to be a bit more rough and ready, a bit less polished. But there's a whole lot of polish and flair here, and I, for one, am here for it.

I think my favourite song here's clear, so I won't beat about the bush. I like the sound of it. I find the message cute. I'm pleased we get to see the Crickets off on a final high, even if Buddy's no longer with them. And more than all that, I like that they didn't go for any cheap racist green card cracks. It's not a high bar to clear, but there you go. Good job, Crickets. It's been fun!

Favourite song of the bunch: Don't Ever Change

#uk charts #1962 #pat boone #the crickets

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v-snuffles · 4 months ago

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Old Music Hits~!

Old music for me (Gold! 104.3 FM! being what I grew up with) is so hit or miss, I feel like I find some classic rock just grinds my gears and some is great. I guess it helps when it's stuff I grew up with, but even that can be a bit hit or miss if I'm overexposed to it or (annoyingly) if it's everyone jamming out to that one obvious song by that band (Bohemian Rhapsody). Anyway I made myself a Spotify playlist of old music I like so I have a go to playlist when I'm in the mood for oldies, and also maybe to prove to myself/others that I can like old music too. Turns out I like a lot of New Wave, which I guess isn't surprising but it feels a bit like I'm too predictable. So, not sure how I feel about it really... This post is to share my favourite finds from making and listening to this playlist and they are (drum roll): - Rock Lobster by the B-52's - Senses Working Overtime by XTC - Word Up by Cameo - Mexican Radio by Wall Of Voodoo - Der Kommissar by Falco - A Little Respect by Erasure - Blow Up The Pokies by The Whitlams Rock Lobster is like... spoopy surf-rock plus simple odd lyrics and just such a fun catchy combo? Like it's meant to be a scary rock lobster they're talk-singing about... But such a jam.

Senses Working Overtime: why do I like this wingy weak singing in the verses so much...!? Anyway who can't like a football or biscuit-shaped world? This song goes through so many moods. And who doesn't want to taste the difference between a lemon and a lime? Word Up I already knew I liked a lot. That's not new. Putting it here is a bit of a cop-out, I'm afraid... Oh wait, it might still be interesting to not-me people. I hear there are a lot of those... Blow Up The Pokies is the same tbh.

Mexican Radio not sure if it's like... suss at all? Not knowing much about economics is fun..? Idk. Der Kommissar: I miss other language music being OK to just like, being popular. And it's fun listening to something where I pick up a new word or two whenever I listen to it. My German is so rusty.

A Little Respect - I always (hehe) liked Erasure for obvious robot unicorn-related reasons, but hadn't listened to other songs before. Not sure about the lyrics but it is a fun song. Some others: Rasputin - I kinda knew I liked this one when I made the playlist. I think when I originally heard this it felt like more stereotyping of something Russian, but it's grown on me. It's a dumb story about something actually complicated that's OK. Just because people are unoriginal sometimes and stereotype you because of something doesn't mean that's all there is to that thing. You don't have to give it to them. Personal Jesus - I'm just glad it's not originally by Marilyn Manson. And honestly I do like this version, I think it's a bit sad when people prefer a cover and can't enjoy the original any more. It'll be funny if it turns out this was also a cover. I'm Going Slightly Mad - Always loved this Queen song. I'm also partial to the other Queen songs I grew up with, but decided to highlight this one.

#music

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atqxl · 6 months ago

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My Ninja appearance head-canon

Note for me(and others who wonder my interpretation)

Focused on pre-S8 design, especially S1-S2.

Mostly Asian or European in my headcanon, and I don't think deeply about their gender or sexuality. Just an appearance note for my further drawings.

Zane

Scandinavian or Northeastern European. Russian is great too (Actually this is STUNNING that mad scientist dad who ran away from soviet union and raised his futuristic robot son in secluded forest OH MY GOD)

6 ft(183cm), quite heavy due to his metallic body

Platinum blonde, sky blue eyes, pale skin.

Cold and stern look but smiles always. THE SCIENTIST'S DAVID STATUE. BEAUTIFUL.

Snow leopard or Wolf.

Cole

Northeastern Asian, Chinese or Korean. Sometimes West Asian or Latin American?

I don't care about his ethnic. I usually think of him as Chinese actor(Lou is definitely Chinese, I can say that. I FELT that Chinese vibe from him.) or K-Pop idol(especially Suho from EXO). Since he's inspired from Tom Cruise, I'm fine with him being white too.

Black wavy hair, black eyes with double eyelid, long eyelashes. Thick eyebrows.

Skin varies, but not a fair one. Tanned?

178cm or taller, 80kg, very muscular.

Stern and serious face. THAT HANDSOME DUDE

Tiger

my fan-casting: Suho from EXO

Kai

Southeastern Asian, like Vietnamese or Taiwanese with Jewish dad

Brown hair(dyed or just because of his dad), brown eyes.

175 or shorter, slender-average weight with muscle.

Resembles his father(Ray; Jewish) a lot.

Hyena or rooster.

LOOK AT AO RUIPENG HE IS LITERALLY KAI

Ray

Definitely RDJ in my headcanon.

Nya

Southeastern Asian, like Vietnamese or Taiwanese with Jewish dad

Black straight hair, black eyes. Tanned skin(darker than Kai).

165cm, skinny.

Kinda that stereotyped southeastern asian girl/woman look; mono eyelid, fox eye, flat curves, boyish look… resembles her mother(Maya; Vietnamese or Taiwanese) a lot.

Hyena or hen.

Jay

Irish.

175 or shorter, plump-average weight with less muscle.

Ginger brown hair, blue eye. Red/pinkish skin.

Resembles Olaf from Frozen series, sometimes I see Elijah Wood or Tobey Maguire in him. (Actually he's inspired from Tobey Maguire)

Poodle.

Lloyd

French (yes because of that La-Loyd meme)

114cm → 162cm → 172cm or shorter. Balanced body.

Golden, wavy hair. Green eyes. Righteous vibe.

Cute but classical handsome face. Young Mark Hamill. I sometimes see Felix from Stray Kids from him.

Golden retriever or dragon.

Felix from Stray Kids… Just please look at this angel oh my god

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Garmadon

Well he's Oni; monster now. Never think of him as a human.

But I can see Harrison Ford now lol

Blonde hair but having straight asian god beard… He even lives in some Chinese Kung-fu dojo but actually is a Japanese ninja sensei. What the heck is this lol

So really hard to guess. I stopped thinking and just consider him as some white weeaboo or something

Misako

Anna Friel I guess? I love her speaking french in Timeline(2003)

Morro

Mexican or Northeastern Asian.

168-174cm or 191cm, lean.

Straight black hair around his shoulder. Green streak in his bangs. Dark green eyes. Pale, little greenish cadaveric skin.

That typical long black haired, depressed, villain-but-has-a-reason guy. Loki, Severus Snape, whatever. Sly look.

Black snake or black cat.

I want to kill myself everytime I think of him as this two wonderful rock band guys here:

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Darath

HE IS JAMES CORDEN (ignore Tom Cruise)

You know what?

For me, pure North eastern asian, Ninjago is a total shit which mixed every asian culture without any thinkings. (Thank you for not ruining my culture. Really.)

Rural area is like southeastern Asia. The monks are mostly Mongolian or Himalayan style. City, culture, food and clothing is mostly Chinese, but they named everything under the name of Japanese ninja things…

It's like… America but located in the middle of France. But their accent is Brit, but eating Italian food, and say they're Spanish themselves. How disregarding…

And Japan's ninja is actually is a cruel secret agent who mainly deals with espionage, assassination, and murder. To be honest, it's not a job that gives me that positive vibes. As civil servants and nobles, samurai were a much more recognised class.

Also their main theme: Practice of righteousness and cooperation is similar to that of a Taoist from the Central Plains(China).

It would be great if I could go and work at Lego animation team, I will tear down all these crazy white tyranny.

#LEGO Ninjago #Ninjago

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revisionist-westerns · 6 months ago

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about me

hihihi! this is one of my many sideblogs. i'm dee (they/she) and i'm white and autistic. this is a special interest sideblog for revisionist westerns. a mixture of silly and serious stuff. 60% me hating on classic westerns and john wayne.

what is a revisionist western?

well, a western is a genre set in the wild west, the period of western expansion in american history, c.1830-1930). the western was first invented in the 1900s and became popular in the 1930s with actors like john wayne. the 'golden age' of westerns was in the 1950s/60s.

common western tropes include the lone male white hero, revenge and retribution, characters who are clearly either 'good' or 'evil', the 'taming' or 'winning' of the west and a settler colonial narrative. a revisionist western is a film that seeks to subvert these tropes, while still containing the same characters and still set in the old west. revisionist westerns include sympathetic native american and mexican characters, strong female characters, more of a psychological than action-based focus, unsympathetic portrayals of the us army, and generally an anti-war, anti-military and anti-establishment tone.

i don't uncritically endorse all of the messages in revisionist westerns; many of them are fundamentally flawed and continue to promote racist stereotypes. however, i find them an interesting and underrated film genre (and generally less racist than regular westerns)

#cowboy chatter #< my og tag #pinned post

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whereareroo · 8 months ago

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GOOSE FEATHERS

WF THOUGHTS (9/20/24).

For all of my professional career, I was surrounded by rich Republicans. It was a world that was dominated by white, Christian, men. They were nice guys. At the same time, the classic stereotypes are true. They had names like Conrad, Chester, Roscoe, and Woodward. They lived in mansions. On the weekends, they played golf at fancy restrictive country clubs.

In those days, we didn’t have migrant problems. We had goose problems. Suddenly, probably because of climate change, Canadian Geese began to invade the wealthy enclaves of lower Connecticut. The rich folks hated the geese. The geese pooped all over the manicured lawns that surrounded their mansions. The geese pooped all over their fancy golf courses. It was a major problem for rich Republicans.

The rich Republicans fought back against the nasty geese. At their homes, they deployed their dogs and their undocumented Mexican landscapers to chase the geese. In addition to using dogs and undocumented Mexican landscapers, the fancy country clubs initiated “goose control plans” that featured armies of dog decoys and various electronic noisemakers. At their homes and at their pristine clubs, the Republicans employed exterminators to spray goose nesting areas with cooking oil. The oil seals the airflow pores in goose eggs and suffocates the embryos before they hatch. I guess the Right To Life doesn’t apply to geese.

For the past ten days, I’ve been thinking about the Republican hatred for geese. We keep hearing about the false story, popularized by Trump and Vance, that “illegal” Haitian immigrants in Ohio have been stealing and eating pets. At first, the false story was about cats and dogs. When that story was debunked, it morphed into a claim that the Haitians were stealing ducks and geese from local lakes. It’s all a bunch of racist, xenophobic, bunk.

The goose story is a sad commentary on the status of the Republican Party. Everybody knows that Republicans hate geese. In 2024, it appears that their hatred for migrants now exceeds their hatred for geese. Republicans are trying to argue- -even though the underlying facts have been repeatedly debunked- -that migrants are bad people because they’re capturing geese. Isn’t that a hoot! Not too long ago, Republicans were paying migrants to capture and kill geese. Suddenly, Republicans are protectors of geese! The new Republican position is that geese are more important than people. The Republicans apparently don’t understand that geese don’t vote.

Even though I’ve gotten a giggle out of all of this, I realize that it’s a very sad situation. Trump and Vance will do anything- -such as creating false stories- -to appeal to their racist and xenophobic supporters. They do it because it works. America is full of racists and xenophobes. It’s so sad that in 2024 one of our major political parties is actively seeking support from racists and xenophobes. Do you want to go back to those days, or do you want to move forward? The choice is in our hands.

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readingaway · 2 years ago

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Danielle Babbles About Books - Sia Martinez and the Moonlit Beginning of Everything by Raquel Vasquez Gilliland

How did you find this book? -

Okay so this is one of the many books I ended up reading (listening to) because it showed up in Scribd recommendations. Or maybe I was searching a term and it was on the results list. idr

What made you want to read it? -

I didn't feel like starting whichever book I'd planned to start so I was listening to samples from audiobooks that were within a specific range of lengths and the first few minutes of this hooked me instantly.

What parts or elements stood out to you most? -

It's the combination of very real racism and xenophobia that affects many people in the US and especially on the Mexican border with extraterrestrials with the kind of classic sci-fi plot of the main character being treated as crazy.

I also learned a few slurs that I am grateful had never crossed my way before so I know not to use them. (This is most likely because I don't have the time and emotional stability to regularly watch or read the news.) I have a knack for being oblivious to stereotypes and offensive terms until a book introduces them to me as being horrible.

Could you follow the plot? -

Yes, and I can even recall most of it now after 2+ years.

How long was it on your tbr? -

It wasn't! It would've been on my secret tbr, but not my official one, so it wasn't in the reading plan. There's always a few books that I don't necessarily want to stick on The TBR for a few different reasons (like that I already have a book by that author on there but this one is more readily available, but the other one was there first. Or whether the book might actually appeal to me or not is in question so I might start reading it when I don't feel like following my general reading goals.)

And on top of that I really enjoy sometimes reading/ listening to a book without having read the summary, or I'll purposefully skim the summary to see if I should put it on the secret TBR but refuse to remember what is described because it's exciting to read a book with no idea what it's about or what's going to happen. A lot of descriptions are too detailed or too inaccurate and it always ruins some of the suspense or gives the wrong impression. This book definitely made me want to be surprised more.

Who would you recommend this to? -

Someone who's interested in YA sci-fi and stories about how xenophobia and immigration policy hurt people.

#book reviews #danielle babbles about books #sia martinez and the moonlit beginning of everything

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byneddiedingo · 2 years ago

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Linda Darnell and Henry Fonda in My Darling Clementine (John Ford, 1946)

Cast: Henry Fonda, Linda Darnell, Victor Mature, Cathy Downs, Walter Brennan, Tim Holt, Ward Bond, Alan Mowbray, John Ireland, Roy Roberts, Jane Darwell. Screenplay: Samuel G. Engel, Winston Miller, Sam Hellman, based on a book by Stuart N. Lake. Cinematography: Joseph MacDonald. Art direction: James Basevi, Lyle R. Wheeler. Film editing: Dorothy Spencer. Music: Cyril J. Mockridge.

Made in the twilight of the classic Western, there's something a little decadent about this West-as-it-never-was movie. In a few years, conventional Westerns would be all over TV, and Hollywood filmmakers would start turning out so-called "adult Westerns," films that did what they could to question the values and stereotypes that had been prevalent in the genre. Movies like High Noon (Fred Zinnemann, 1952) and Shane (George Stevens, 1953) would be lauded by intellectuals who would never have been caught dead at conventional Westerns. And even Ford would present a darker vision of the West's racism and brutality in The Searchers (1956). On the surface, My Darling Clementine looks like a fairy-tale version of the Old West, with its blithe disregard for actual geography: Tombstone, Ariz., and Monument Valley, Utah, are more than 350 miles apart, but Ford's movie puts the jagged buttes of the valley in every Tombstone back yard. The familiar tale of the shootout at the OK Corral has been turned into a clash of good (the Earps) vs. evil (the Clantons), in which the virtues of the former clan have been greatly exaggerated. There are some of the usual stereotypes: a drunken Indian and a Mexican (?) spitfire named Chihuahua (Linda Darnell). There's a virtuous young woman (Cathy Downs) from back east who tracks her man all the way west and when he's killed settles down to be the town schoolmarm. And yet, My Darling Clementine is one of the great Western movies in large part because Ford and screenwriters Samuel G. Engel and Winston Miller are so insouciant about their patent mythmaking. Henry Fonda is a tower of virtue as Wyatt Earp, infusing some of the integrity of his previous characters, Abraham Lincoln and Tom Joad, into the portrayal. Burly Victor Mature, though seemingly miscast as the consumptive Doc Holliday, gives a surprisingly good performance. And there's fine support from such Western standbys as Walter Brennan, Ward Bond, Tim Holt, and John Ireland. The black-and-white cinematography of Joseph MacDonald only seems to emphasize the good vs. evil fable, bringing something of the film noir to the Wild West.

#My Darling Clementine #John Ford #Linda Darnell #Henry Fonda

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lifewithdavefarts · 3 years ago

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DaveFarts - Episode 18 “Double T” [Episode List] Tim, Dave and Tom hang out in a pub to watch a football match together. On their way back home, Dave decides to showoff his farting skills in Tim's car.

POV: Tim

Double T

“So… those Lobsters are truly kicking your ass tonight… is that correct?” I said, sporting an unnatural smug with a guy I just met tonight, Tom.

“The Wasps are gonna sting your sorry ass in a minute, just you wait.” he replied.

Dave, who had no say either way because tonight his preferred team, the Badgers, weren’t even playing, simply laughed at our very mature bickering.

Tom is a cool guy, honestly. He has kind of a hard shell (I can relate) but I can see a pretty chill personality through the cracks. I mean we’re basically insulting each other like true vitriolic buds even though we met less than 2 hours ago. He also casually mentioned that he’s gay, which is ironic because I’m instead hiding it, something that Dave noticed and is doing his best to not laugh at my paper-thin disguise of a straight person.

“Aaaand you just got stung!” Tom stood up and chugged his beer in one gulp.

I had no beer, as I was the designated driver, but I was calm. We’re in the lead and honestly those Wasps are all bark and no bite… or puncture I guess?

“It’s the second half. It’s over.” I said.

“You wish. Foster just dribbled half your crustaceans friends.”

Oh. He truly did.

“Aaaand you just got stung again. Scared, Slade?” now he was the one getting smug, and rightfully so.

If this ends in a draw I’m gonna regret waking up today.

Dave was oddly silent and I’m pretty sure he was here just to enjoy the show, the Tim&Tom show that is. And drink beer of course.

The last few minutes of the match were nerve-wrecking for both of us. Wasps and Lobsters jumped at each other throats continuously and the crowd around us didn’t even flinch as their eyes were glued to the screens.

In the end, the plot twist: the Wasps scored one last point at the last second, thus ending the match in a draw. An embarrassing, frustrating draw. Tom (and other supporters in the pub) celebrated as if they won, ‘cause as long they gave us Lobsters trouble, they were fine with it, a classic sport rivalry as old as time.

“That’s life, Tim.” Dave finally said, amused by the whole situation.

After the match we ordered another round of beers and discussed the game while being as civil as possible, which means that we basically jokingly insulted each other the whole time in a way or another. I did have a sip of beer in the process, but that’s where I stopped because of the driving-thing.

The whole accidental “mexican standoff” between Tom and me kept going, as I hid my homosexuality while he more than once casually mentioned it. I like this guy but at the same time I just met him, so I want to make sure what kind of person he is. Dave seems to trust him a lot already and as much as I trust his judgement, I want to decide for myself.

After almost 2 hours it was time to leave: we paid for our beers and left the place. My car was parked basically in front of the pub and as I reached for my key, I heard a thunder behind him.

It was Dave being an air-bender on both ends, as he this time emitted a loud belch. Not really my kink, but I do appreciate a potent display of stereotypical manliness.

“That’s how I call shotgun.” he told Tom as he walked past me to get in the passenger seat.

But Tom however quickly responded with an even louder burp, because we’re that mature. Not only it was loud, it was long and fairly impressive. At least when it comes to burps, Dave may have finally found his match.

“That’s how I call it instead.” Tom laughed and he victoriously went for the seat. Dave just smiled and accepted this rare moment of him being defeated at his own game.

Once we were in the car, Tom (after asking my permission) turned the radio on and tuned it to a radio station that played some prog-rock songs I was actually familiar with -he kept the volume low though, as we kept chatting on our way home.

Dave, who was sitting in the back seat (and occupying half of it being very tall and all), was our first stop, as he slept with his girlfriend Dana at her place tonight.

“You ok with this?” Tom asked me all of the sudden, showing me a pack of cigarettes.

“Sure, no problem. Just open the window first.” I didn’t mind, really. Not the first time I had a smoker in the front seat anyway.

Tom pulled on his cigarette and a cloud of smoke surrounded his face, which immediately dissipated because of the car window being open as I asked. The smell of ashes didn’t bother me much as I myself smoked a couple of times in the past. He then flicked his cigarette onto the roadside, casually extending his arm outside of the vehicle.

“Don’t worry, Tom.” Dave said, while mindlessly checking his phone. “Tim is used to people hot-boxing his car.”

On the rearview mirror I could see his usual smirk drawn on his face, despite the car being mostly dark. He leaned a bit, man-spreading his long, jeans-clad legs.

“You may want to get used to this.” I turned to Tom, with a deadpan expression.

“Trust me, I know.” he said back to me, taking a long puff off his cigarette, failing to hide an amused smile.

The sound being a bit muffled by the car’s seat didn’t make Dave’s fart less loud in any way: it was as powerful as they usually come. I kept my eyes glued on the road as the deep-sounding beer blast shook the car. I was by far very familiar with my bud’s farts and this one was among one of the best I heard from him in the last few weeks (how he still manages to impress me is an incredible feat on its own). Dave was still fiddling with this phone, probably messaging with Dana, while he effortlessly kept his ass roaring, as his “cool smirk” morphed into a stupid laughter when the blast reached the 10 seconds mark.

On the mirror I then saw him making a quick eye contact with me, and winked, which almost made me swerve because Dave is also a very handsome guy, which I sometimes I pretend to forget.

Tom took another puff off his cig and then stared at it for a moment. “Now I feel stupid for asking.” he joked, as Dave’s fart kept going loud and proud.

At the 16 seconds mark (one of his longest farts probably), silence, and Dave sat back normally.

“Are you finished?” I asked.

“A-Side, yes.” he laughed, as he leaned again, this time towards the other side. “B-Side however…”

And another fart erupted, which made both me and Tom laugh like idiots this time. Interestingly it was even deeper-sounding than the previous one: truly a master air-bender.

“Welcome to my life.” I turned to Tom again, with the fart easily silencing the radio.

My fart-forged friend just shook his head and laughed, more smoke coming out of his mouth. Even if we tried to keep talking about tonight’s game, we would have a hard time hearing each other because of Dave showing off his farting skills behind us. And remember: the sound was partially muffled! He’s incredible.

This second display of flatulence was however shorter as it “only” lasted 11 seconds. Thanks to the car window being open, the stench of my straight bud’s gas wasn’t that overwhelming, but it did mix a bit with Tom’s smoking, creating a peculiar aroma… that made me open my window as well while coughing.

“Ok… we were saying?” Dave chuckled.

Truth to be told I forgot what we were saying about the game… and Tom’s the same, interestingly enough. Either way, Dave farted for the whole trip as I was already parking in front of Dana’s house.

Before Dave left we did chat a bit more however, the time it took Tom to finish his cigarette. We agreed to do this whole thing again, same time same place, next week, this time with Dave driving so I’ll be able to drink.

“Take care of the house, babe.” he jokingly told me as he leaned towards me and planted an exaggerated, cartoon-ish kiss on my right cheek. “Don’t be jealous, Tom.” he then joked.

“I’ll survive.” he played along.

We made sure Dave got into Dana’s house (she actually trusted him with a copy of her keys), then turned the car around and left. Tom didn’t live far: it was a 10 minutes trip at worst.

This was actually the first time I was alone with him tonight, but honestly this guy is pretty chill. He was the one who broke the silence first however.

“Dave’s pretty cool, uh?”

“You falling in love with him?” I joked, because I’m a hypocrite.

“Are you?” he asked back, with a smirk.

I simply laughed and kept driving.

“I like how chill he is around gay people you know.”

I smiled. “Yeah, he’s always been pretty cool around me.”

It took way longer than I care to admit for me to realize…

“I-I mean y-you. He’s pretty cool around y-you” I failed at damage control.

But Tom simply lit another cigarette in response, eyes glued on me, amused.

“Don’t worry, it was obvious.”

“Wow I’m bad at this.” I simply stated.

“Yes.” he chuckled. “But it’s also me having a very spot-on gaydar.”

The conversation kind of naturally ended up being about, well, us. How did we find out, our first unrequited crush, pretty tame stuff actually (after all, we just met). Tom was a bit more rough-looking than my other buds and, as far as stereotypes go, I probably wouldn’t have guessed that he was gay had he not said it himself, but he was definitely a chill, nice guy. After all, he and Dave got along pretty fast, and my straight bud usually attracts fellow chill guys. He has some kind of aura…

10 minutes flew by as I was already parking in front of Tom’s house this time. We kept chatting a bit more however.

“You’re an actor?” I asked.

“Sort of…” he chuckled. “As of now I’m kinda stuck with your friend Greg.”

“Greg?! I’m really sorry to hear that.” I joked… maybe.

“It’s fine, y’all are pretty chill guys, trust me.”

“Wait…” what a small world. “A couple of weeks ago I took Dave to Greg’s warehouse…”

“Yes.” he cut me short. “We’re working together, but I can’t tell you anything, sorry.” he laughed.

“Why? Greg’s making you fuck?” I joked.

Tom almost choked on his own cig trying not to laugh.

“Can’t tell ya.” he said, smoke coming out of his mouth. “Maybe we are.” he winked at me.

Why is everyone winking at me lately?

“Thanks for the ride man. You’re not so bad… [burp] for a filthy Lobster I mean.” he gently punched my arm and then got off the car, before I could come up with a super duper smart comeback to destroy him.

As a gentleman, I again made sure that the guy I just left got into his house safe and sound. I reached for the car keys and I drove back to me and Dave’s place.

While driving, I thought about Tom. He's nice. And it’s also cool how he and Dave are actually working together… to a porn? Because Greg is having this “porn phase” and… wait… is Dave “gay for pay”? Am I thinking too hard about this? What’s going on between those three? Was it porn all along? Is Greg the leader of a cult? Are they all fucking each other while Greg laughs maniacally?!

Those are all fair and very rational questions, which I would have kept asking myself, but as I finally got home and stopped the car, I felt my phone vibrate. I reached for it and pulled it out of my pocket: it was a message from Dave, obviously.

“Wait a minute… Tim and Tom?! What are the odds?!”

Very perceptive, Dave.

The End

#fart story #eproctophilia #fartkink #davefarts2 #gayfart #malefarts

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juuheizou · 2 years ago

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give me,,,, suzumutsu hcs i want to draw them 🤭🤭🤭

HELL YEAH I'm so happy for this ask. I tried to pick extra draw-able ones, and I gave you a bunch (because I'm sorry to get to this so late) in case not all of them inspire you!

They like to go on playful, exciting dates like roller skating, bowling, or trying to win each other prizes at their nearest arcade.

But on nights in, their date of choice is a classic slumber party, always made complete by watching one of Suzuya's beloved gruesome horror movies under a blanket with Mutsuki taking comfort in Suzuya's protective cuddling and averting his eyes when Suzuya starts looking too excited, lest the grisly parts make him pass out.

Suzuya cuts his own hair and once they grow close, he cuts Mutsuki's hair too and that's why Mutsuki rocks a more layered look in later chapters.

In his spare time, Suzuya fosters bottle kittens, seniors, medically complicated cats, and behavioral problem cats from nearby shelters, sometimes until they die waiting on forever homes. They make (blank slate who never had animals before) Mutsuki nervous, but he is the one who said “we have to keep it!” to the strange influx of cute, heartbreaking foster fails Suzuya somehow ends up with shortly after letting Mutsuki into that part of his life.

Mutsuki's canon syncopal response to blood extends to a full blood-injection-injury phobia, so when he starts HRT, Suzuya administers his shots for him.

Even though Suzuya is shorter, their different styles and body types make his clothes perfectly baggy and comfortable for Mutsuki to steal when he stays the night, and he does the former often.

Suzuya has lots of dolls and plushies, which Mutsuki initially finds weird, but he eventually comes to find them endearing and has been caught sleeping with one because Suzuya was away, he missed him, and it filled the void until he dozed off.

Mutsuki got Suzuya drinking coffee. Viscerally, the concoctions of syrups and other sickeningly sweet flavor modifiers Suzuya experiments with make his stomach turn a little, but every time Suzuya finds a mixture he likes and is all “bitter goes good with sweet!” in his happy chirp, Mutsuki can't stay disgusted; Suzuya is too cute.

Suzuya often uses Mutsuki's clothes as a handle: pulling him in for a kiss by his shirt collar, grabbing the back of his coat to stop him from charging into battle without backup, even just tugging his sleeve for attention, it's grab first, communicate later.

Suzuya is the good dancer between them. Plugging another one of my long-held beliefs here, but Mutsuki defies his half-Mexican stereotypes by having no rhythm and two left feet, plus he's so shy about not being good at it, but his will is weak when it comes to Suzuya and he'll get twirled into a spontaneous dancey dance.

#answers #drew #suzumutsu #i mean its cool that i'm almost a rvt now but not being able to talk suzumutsu whensoever i want is hard on the old corazón #keeping your hobbies during any kind of healthcare-related training is easy to say but uh... doing it? lmao #i need to start writing this shit down again #reason one: sparkly feeling and reason two: these are hard to wrangle when they're floating around in my noggin~

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astrognossienne · 4 years ago

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scandalous beauty - dolores del río - an analysis

“I love my native Mexico but I love Hollywood, too. It has brought me much happiness and yet, while here I have been miserably unhappy also. But through it all I have found myself, my work and my true destiny.” - Dolores del Río

Like Lupe Vélez, Dolores del Río was a pioneering Latina actress, however del Río’s reach was longer. Far from being stigmatized as a woman of colour, she was acknowledged as the epitome of beauty in the Hollywood of the 1920s and early 1930s. While she insisted upon her ethnicity, she was nevertheless coded white by the film industry and its fans, and she appeared for more than a decade as a romantic lead opposite white actors. Returning to Mexico in the early 1940s, she brought enthusiasm and prestige to the Golden Age of Mexican cinema, becoming one of the great divas of Mexican film. With struggle and perseverance, she overcame the influence of men in both countries who hoped to dominate her, ultimately controlling her own life professionally and personally. Her sophistication, style and artistry bewitched everyone from Stella Adler to John Ford, Federico Fellini, and her great friends Frida Kahlo and Diego Rivera, who proclaimed to be “totally in love with her, just like forty million Mexicans and one hundred and twenty million Americans who couldn’t be wrong.” She was America’s first Latina superstar, and by the early 1930s, she was one of Hollywood's ten top moneymakers. Hers was a charmed life, but not even she was without problems. A child of privilege in her native Mexico, her family’s status was destroyed in the Mexican Revolution, and her desire to restore her comfortable lifestyle inspired del Río to follow a career as an actress. Discovered and promoted by American director Edwin Carewe, her obsessive protector and Svengali, as the “female Rudolph Valentino,” del Río’s aristocratic, Spanish-European background was constantly pushed to counteract Hollywood’s racism against Mexicans; indeed she was generally thought to be one of the most beautiful actresses of her era, and was the first Latin American movie star to have international appeal. She worked for over five decades and paved the way for Latin American stars in American cinema.

Dolores del Río, according to astrotheme, was a Leo sun and Aries moon. She was born María de los Dolores Asúnsolo López-Negrete in the Mexican town of Durango; she was an only child born to parents who belonged to the wealthy Mexican aristocracy. She was the second cousin of actor Ramón Novarro and a cousin to actress Andrea Palma. They lived the high life in the company of intellectuals and artists. Dolores attended a prestigious school but soon their world was turned upside down, threatened by an insurrection led by Pancho Villa in the region. Del Río and her mother escaped Mexico City disguised as peasants, while her father crossed the border to the United States. When the family eventually reunited in 1912, they did so under the protection of Francisco I. Madero. In 1920 she married the 18-year older attorney Jaime Martinez del Río and became a socialite. Her career got off to a good start when in 1925 when the lauded American director Edwin Carewe was invited to her home and saw her perform and dance for her family and friends. He persuaded del Río and her husband to moved to the United Sates and go to Hollywood to be in his films. While in Hollywood, del Río played a variety of leading roles, from European aristocrat to "native" girl to European peasant.

Within a few years after her arrival, she was a major hit and her appeal was astonishingly broad. She quickly came to command a substantial salary and to exercise control over her choice of films, scripts, and camera angles. Despite the fact that she did not speak English when she first began and had to have the director 's instructions delivered through interpreters, she made the transition to sound films gracefully. Her accent was deemed slight, attractive, and not specific to a particular country. As socially attractive as she was, physically and personality-wise, the truth is that a major part of del Río’s seamless transition into Hollywood is down to racism and white supremacy. While her contemporary (and nemesis) Lupe Vélez was viewed as the "bad Mexican wildcat" (to be fair, her temperament didn’t help this stereotype), Dolores was viewed as the "good Spanish lady." The contrast between the two stars and their degrees of acceptance reflected society’s stereotypical dichotomy between "good" Spanish and "bad" Mexican images– which has its roots in U.S. history. While most Mexicans were perceived as racially inferior, the elite Hispanic Californianas were deemed European and superior while the mass of Mexican women were viewed as Indian and inferior. Californiana women who possessed land and intermarried with Anglo men were depicted positively; they were represented as aristocratic and virtuous and they epitomized "good" women; but this was at the price of denying their racial identity, and being treated as racially superior to Californiano males and the rest of their people. So as such, she soon divorced her Mexican husband Jaime in 1928 and two years later married MGM art director Cedric Gibbons (who happened to be Gary Cooper’s wife’s uncle).

Soon after her marriage, she was romantically linked with actor Errol Flynn, filmmaker John Farrow, writer Erich Maria Remarque, film producer Archibaldo Burns, and actor Tito Junco. However, it was her affair with Orson Welles, who considered her the love of his life, that was arguably her most high profile relationship. She and Welles met at a party hosted by director Darryl Zanuck. The couple felt a mutual attraction and began a discreet affair, which upon eventual discovery caused the divorce between Dolores and Gibbons. Their relationship lasted for 4 years; she ended it when she got word of Welles cheating on her. She decided to end her relationship with Welles through a telegram that he never answered. According to his daughter, Rebecca, until the end of his life, Welles felt for del Río a kind of obsession. Weeks later, her father died in Mexico. With these personal and professional downturns, Dolores del Río returned to Mexico in the 1940s and became a significant part of the Mexican film industry’s Golden Era. She was the muse of director Emilio Fernández and starred most notably in Las Abandonadas (1944) and La Malquerida (1949). On a national and even international level though, Dolores del Río will perhaps always be best remembered for her role in the 1946 classic María Candelaría, which is said to be the film of which she was most proud. It also marked the first tentative steps of the Mexican film industry into the world of serious cinema and was the first Latin American film to be screened at the Cannes Film Festival in 1946, where it won the Grand Prix (now known as the Palme d’Or) for Best Picture. After her triumph in her native homeland, she returned to Hollywood and played opposite Henry Fonda in The Fugitive (1947). She continued to work steadily, starring in various TV shows and films until retiring in 1978. On April 11, 1983, del Río died from liver failure at the age of 78 in Newport Beach, California.

Next week, I’ll focus on her one-time lover, an iconoclastic disruptor who took on the conventions of Hollywood and won: the amazing Taurus Orson Welles.

Stats

birthdate: August 3, 1904

major planets:

Sun: Leo

Moon: Aries

Rising: Leo

Mercury: Virgo

Venus: Leo

Mars: Cancer

Midheaven: Taurus

Jupiter: Aries

Saturn: Aquarius

Uranus: Sagittarius

Neptune: Cancer

Pluto: Gemini

Overall personality snapshot: She had a large, warm-hearted, extroverted personality that was always eager to embrace life, love and success – in big doses. There was something about her that assumed the divine right to live life to the full, and her intensity and impatience, along with her personal ambitions, pulled her ever onwards into new projects, fresh relationships and greater challenges. She was something of a gambler and had a daring and dramatic spirit which propelled her forward to make her mark, a sense of personal destiny which can only be exciting and noble. And she was prepared to fight for that glorious destiny if she had to, although she would rather simply steal the show and convince everyone with her intelligence, originality, courage and fabulous style. One of her most beguiling qualities is that she was totally lacking in guile and pretense. Although her own personal destiny was what interested her, paradoxically she at first looked for people she could admire and make into personal heroes. Strongly influenced by a favourite teacher, friend, poet, sports champion or movie star, she could then emulate them and learn through experience how to be great.

She loved the process of creating, as well as the applause that came at the end. Indeed, she relied on those adoring strokes and affirmative responses more than she liked to admit. Life without people would be colourless and boring for her. Social interaction was her life-blood – she could be the life of the party, a real ham and an eccentric, ready to take up the most outrageous dare. But when her extrovert escapades dry up, so did she. She may have, in fact, driven herself to exhaustion and then collapse like a child, home from an all-night rave-up. Yet despite her headlong rush into the experience of life, she was not necessarily irresponsible. Daring and highly idealistic dreams worked away inside her and made her want to improve things, to show people the way, and she may have simply taken charge – for a while. Intensely self-motivated, she did not respond well to orders from others, even though she could be quite bossy herself. There is a touch of the preacher inside her, and she approached her work with great enthusiasm and commitment. She needed space to do her own thing, to learn from her own mistakes, and to learn how to impose her own brand of self-discipline. Her innate self-dramatizing tendencies made her a natural for the theater, business, lecturing, the media – areas that involved group interaction and provided scope for her original and iconoclastic ideas.

She had great presence with a strong-featured face and a sunny glow of inner self-confidence and displayed a regal quality in her posture and carriage; was definitely well-built. She sought perfection in whatever she did and could be very critical of herself and her own efforts. In this way, she often became overly critical and pedantic, especially under stress. She was basically an honest person, and it disturbed her greatly when she had to deal with people who were not. Anyone who violated her sense of trust had a very hard time getting it back. It was very important for her to know that she had the security of a guaranteed paycheck coming in regularly. She had an artistic side to her that obviously influenced her choice of career as an actor. Once she had decided upon her career, she was able to (and most certainly did) pursue it with great determination. She had boundless enthusiasm and big ideas coupled with high expectations of succeeding. She was also self-sufficient and broad-minded. Her genuine pioneering spirit, positive outlook and large-scale personal ambitions led her right to the top. She needed to learn to think before you take on a challenge, and all risks should have been carefully considered. She needed to learn to relax and slow down. She was anxious to prove herself both to others and to herself. If anyone said that she couldn’t do something, she defied them to try and stop her. As long as she felt that she was the one in control, she had a high degree of optimism and was fun-loving, loving to play at life.

She had an original mind and used every skill she possessed to gain control of her affairs. She found it hard to let go of the past, and it would have been good if she did so that she could grow. She was willing to tolerate austerity for as long as it was justified. She respected institutions for as long as they served her purpose. She had the ability to judge what was viable or important. She belonged to a generation with fiery enthusiasm for new and innovative ideas and concepts. Rejecting the past and its mistakes, she sought new ideals and people to believe in. As a member of this generation, she felt restless and adventurous, and was attracted towards foreign people, places and cultures. She was part of an emotionally sensitive generation that was extremely conscious of the domestic environment and the atmosphere surrounding their home place and home country. In fact, she could be quite nostalgic about her homeland, religion and traditions, often seeing them in a romantic light. She felt a degree of escapism from everyday reality, and was very sensitive to the moods of those around him. Dolores embodied all of these Cancer Neptunian ideals, when she returned to her native Mexico in 1943, a country of which she was very proud, her decision to return to her roots changed her career. As a Gemini Plutonian, she was mentally restless and willing to examine and change old doctrines, ideas and ways of thinking. As a member of this generation, she showed an enormous amount of mental vitality, originality and perception. Traditional customs and taboos were examined and rejected for newer and more original ways of doing things. As opportunities with education expanded, she questioned more and learned more.

Love/sex life: She had a heroic conception of herself as a lover. She saw herself as strong and in control, the protector of the weak and the saviour of the desperate. Unfortunately, the realities of her love life didn’t always support this notion. Often it was her tender feelings that required protection and her desperate plunges in and out of love that called for a saviour. In order to justify this discrepancy, she often had to be less than honest, both with her lover and herself. The person most likely to win her heart would have been that individual who made it appear as if she was the champion when, in fact, she was the one crying for help. Her tendency toward self-deception often extended to a failure to admit to her very natural emotionalism and sexual passivity. Unfortunately, there always came a day of reckoning when she had to “own” her emotional susceptibility and capitulate to her sloppy feelings of dependency and her deep-seated need for affection. The good news was that surrendering everything for love wasn’t nearly as bad as she thought it was. She may have lost her dignity but what she got in return made it all worth while.

minor asteroids and points:

North Node: Virgo

Lilith: Pisces

Vertex: Sagittarius

Fortune: Taurus

East Point: Leo

These points in her chart, however minor, packed a major punch in her sex appeal as well. Her North Node in Virgo dictated that her tendency to dream and be disorganized needed to be tempered by developing more practical and down-to-earth attitudes. Her Lilith in Pisces meant that she was a woman who was a natural born mystic and cultivated her own myth. Her Part of Fortune in Taurus and Part of Spirit in Scorpio dictated that her destiny lay in attaining personal freedom through seeking material security and comfort. Happiness and good fortune came through tangible and practical results that had a solid foundation. Her soul’s purpose lay in delving fearlessly into the unknown. She felt spiritual connections and saw the spark of the divine when she could strip away the outer layers of experiences and get to the core of a situation. East Point in Leo dictated that she was more likely to identify with the need for pleasure (including the potential of liking herself) and comfort. Vertex in Sagittarius, 4th house reveals that she dreamt of the pinnacle of adventure when it came to mating. Her psyche yearned to be carried away to the ends of the earth or to be exposed to every manner of religious and/or philosophical theory known to man and then some. Her yearning was strong and really deep when it came to rarefied experiences of any sort. Encountering and wanting to join with her demanded that she always had an itinerary that will provide her with the maps to explore the roads that they have not yet traveled, to say nothing of the different worlds they have dreamed of but not yet experienced. She had a childlike orientation, in all of its manifestations, toward relationships on an internal level. That implicit dependency and impressionable nature that was instilled in her childhood persisted far into maturity. The concomitant explosions and occasional tantrums when these constructs are violated also accompany this position. She had a need for emotional security and comfort in a committed relationship, no matter how many years it has endured. She often had deep fears, typical of children, of abandonment, as well as a need for protection and universal acceptance, no matter how she acted, which she needed her partner to respect and nurture, rather than rebuke, especially in adulthood.

elemental dominance:

fire

earth

She was dynamic and passionate, with strong leadership ability. She generated enormous warmth and vibrancy. She was exciting to be around, because she was genuinely enthusiastic and usually friendly. However, she could either be harnessed into helpful energy or flame up and cause destruction. Ultimately, she chose the latter. Confident and opinionated, she was fond of declarative statements such as “I will do this” or “It’s this way.” When out of control—usually because she was bored, or hadn’t been acknowledged—she was be bossy, demanding, and even tyrannical. But at her best, her confidence and vision inspired others to conquer new territory in the world, in society, and in themselves. She was a practical, reliable man and could provide structure and protection. She was oriented toward practical experience and thought in terms of doing rather than thinking, feeling, or imagining. Could be materialistic, unimaginative, and resistant to change. But at her best, she provided the practical resources, analysis, and leadership to make dreams come true.

modality dominance:

fixed

She liked the challenge of managing existing routines with ever more efficiency, rather than starting new enterprises or finding new ways of doing things. She likely had trouble delegating duties and had a very hard time seeing other points of view; she tried to implement the human need to create stability and order in the wake of change.

house dominants:

12th

9th

1st

She had great interest in the unconscious, and indulged in a lot of hidden and secret affairs. Her life was defined by seclusion and escapism. She had a certain mysticism and hidden sensitivity, as well as an intense need for privacy. Traveling, whether physically across the globe, on a mental plane or expanding through study was a major theme in her life. She was not only concerned with learning facts, but also wanted to understand the connections formed between them and the philosophies and concepts they stood for. Her conscience, as well as foreign travel, people and places was also of paramount importance in her life. Her personality, disposition and temperament was highlighted in her life. The manner in which she expressed herself and the way she approached other people is also highlighted. The way she approached new situations and circumstances contributed to show how she set about her life’s goals. Early childhood experiences also factored in her life as well.

planet dominants:

Mercury

Sun

Venus

She was intelligent, mentally quick, and had excellent verbal acuity. She dealt in terms of logic and reasoning. It is likely that she was left-brained. She was restless, craved movement, newness, and the bright hope of undiscovered terrains. She had vitality and creativity, as well as a strong ego and was authoritarian and powerful. She likely had strong leadership qualities, she definitely knew who she was, and she had tremendous will. She met challenges and believed in expanding her life. She was romantic, attractive and valued beauty, had an artistic instinct, and was sociable. She had an easy ability to create close personal relationships, for better or worse, and to form business partnerships.

sign dominants:

Leo

Aries

Virgo

She loved being the center of attention and often surrounded herself with admirers. She had an innate dramatic sense, and life was definitely her stage. Her flamboyance and personal magnetism extended to every facet of her life. She wanted to succeed and make an impact in every situation. As a Leo dominant, she was, at her best, optimistic, honorable, loyal, and ambitious. She was a physically oriented individual who took pride in her body. She was bold, courageous, and resourceful. She always seemed to know what she believed, what she wanted from life, and where she was going. She could be dynamic and aggressive (sometimes, to a fault) in pursuing her goals—whatever they might be. Could be argumentative, lacked tact, and had a bad temper. On the other hand, her anger rarely lasted long, and she could be warm and loving with those she cared about. She was a discriminating, attractive, thorough, scientific, hygienic, humane, scientific woman and had the highest standards. Her attention to detail was second to none and she had a deeply penetrative and investigative mind.

Read more about her under the cut.

Dolores del Rio was the one of the first Mexican movie stars with international appeal and who had meteoric career in the 1920s/1930s Hollywood. Del Rio came from an aristocratic family in Durango. In the Mexican revolution of 1916, however, the family lost everything and emigrated to Mexico City, where Dolores became a socialite. In 1921 she married Jaime Del Río (also known as Jaime Martínez Del Río), a wealthy Mexican, and the two became friends with Hollywood producer/director Edwin Carewe, who "discovered" del Rio and invited the couple to move to Hollywood where they launched careers in the movie business (she as an actress, Jaime as a screenwriter). Eventually they divorced after Carewe cast her in her first film Joanna (1925), followed by High Steppers (1926), and Pals First (1926). She had her first leading role in Carewe's silent version of Pals First (1926) and soared to stardom in 1928 with Carewe's Ramona (1928). The film was a success and del Rio was hailed as a female Rudolph Valentino. Her career continued to rise with the arrival of sound in the drama/romance Bird of Paradise (1932) and hit musical Flying Down to Rio (1933). She later married Cedric Gibbons, the well-known art director and production designer at MGM studios. Dolores returned to Mexico in 1942. Her Hollywood career was over, and a romance with Orson Welles--who later called her "the most exciting woman I've ever met"--caused her second divorce. Mexican director Emilio Fernández offered her the lead in his film Wild Flower (1943), with a wholly unexpected result: at age 37, Dolores del Río became the most famous movie star in her country, filming in Spanish for the first time. Her association with Fernández' team (cinematographer Gabriel Figueroa, writer Mauricio Magdaleno and actor Pedro Armendáriz) was mainly responsible for creating what has been called the Golden Era of Mexican Cinema. With such pictures as Maria Candelaria (1944), The Abandoned (1945) and Bugambilia (1945), del Río became the prototypical Mexican beauty. career included film, theater and television. In her last years she received accolades because of her work for orphaned children. Her last film was The Children of Sanchez (1978). (x)

#leo #dolores del rio #star analyses #scandalous stars #astrology #long ass post #mine

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themonkeycabal · 4 years ago

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Wandavision Ep 6 Spoilers

No really, spoilers.

Previously on Wandavision — Wanda told SWORD to shove their drones right straight up their asses, Vision woke up to the reality that his utopian sitcom life was in fact a dystopian hellscape, their children were extremely creepy, and Agnes was being bizarre as hell and super sus. In the real world, Acting Director Dick was a dick, and Darcy and Jimmy welcomed Monica into their sciencey weird-crime-fighting team. Monica also mentioned an aerospace engineer she knows, which some suggest may be the first mention of Reed Richards in the MCU. I have conflicted feelings about the Fantastic Four. Mostly I never liked them. But, I'm open to revising my opinion.

Oh, and also X-Men 'Verse Pietro showed up suddenly and that was fun.

Anyway. the roommate and I tried to sort out a timeline — so Monica unBlips and goes back to work at SWORD three weeks later. AD Dick tells us Wanda stole Vision's body nine days previously. That means, just three weeks ago Wanda was in the middle of a battle, lost her boyfriend, was Snapped, was then unsnapped to fall right into the middle of another battle. Lost THREE additional teammates. And then sometime in the following week found out a shady government agency had Vision's body and she probably went "OH HELL NO". Because that's what I would say. So she goes to SWORD, dents a few doors, takes Vision's body and swans off to New Jersey. Look, she's been through a hell of a lot in the last couple weeks, is what I'm saying. I don't blame her a tiny bit. But, also, I don't think she's entirely behind this.

10-year old boy plus video camera = the 90s. Obnoxious opening credits. But, you know, I kind of liked them (as a one off). WAYYY better than last week's.

It's Halloween, and *sigh* Billy is breaking the fourth wall and narrating to the camera. There's childish twin bickering as you expect, Tommy's the wild and crazy twin, and Billy's the buttoned up twin. And Pietro is passed out on the couch at 4 in the afternoon. Living his best life. He teasingly scares the boys, chases them around, and there's awkward child acting.

Wanda comes down the stairs in the classic Scarlet Witch costume, and says she's a Sokovian Fortune Teller. Sokovia was more wild than I realized.

Genuinely funny flashback to Wanda and Pietro trick-or-treating in Sokovia as kids, 'the year we got typhus'. lol. Was it the fish that gave them typhus? Or was that just a special treat? Wanda doubts this version of events, and Pietro suggests she suppressed the memory due to the trauma. This gives Billy the chance to tell the camera that mom's been weird since uncle Pietro turned up to crash on their couch.

Next it's Vision's turn to appear in the classic Vision costume. Yikes. Wanda thanks him for humoring her, and he says there were no other clothes in his closet and they have a very weird second where he's not playing along and she's not sure what to do, and then he breaks into sitcom character says something about "just kidding, i know how much you love mexican wrestling" like it's a luchador costume, and then there's some super weird flirting. TMI you two.

Meanwhile, Pietro is a large child and the kids love him, of course. So there's that.

Back to Wanda and Vision, she's ready to take the kids out trick-or-treating, but Vision says he can't go, he's on the neighborhood watch and must patrol the streets ever-vigilant for wild gangs of child hooligans who might TP trees. He's gone off-script and it takes Wanda a second to figure out how to play this. She says it's the boys' first Halloween so he has to be there. Pietro breaks up the almost argument and says he can be a father figure-type and he'll help with the boys. Vision's still pretty off-script but Wanda doesn't fight it but looks uncertain, and he goes off to protect the night — or early afternoon.

Pietro is a child hooligan and wants to go do hooligany things with the kids. Wanda says he doesn't have a costume and he grabs Billy and they speed off only to return dressed in classic Quicksilver duds. Well, cheap-looking, thrown together Quicksilver duds. I laughed. The hair. lol. Good one.

Outside in the real world. The Hex field is still kind of glowing red and making bad force field noises. It only started doing that when Wanda got pissed in the last ep. Oh, goody, it's Acting Director Dick. I've learned his name is Hayward. I don't care.

Blah blah Stompy Mc-I'm-In-Charge blah. Monica is not pleased about the whole trying to kill Wanda with a missile while she was talking to her plan. AD Dick just says "now we know who we're dealing with". Um … what? You tried to kill her and her response was to tell you to go away. Yeah, boy, she's a monster.

Darcy is there to helpfully remind AD Dick that Wanda made him look like the fool he is. ILU girl. "Hey, there he is; the guy who almost got murdered by his own murder squad." Jimmy just makes a 'i'm so disappointed in you and your choices' face at him in the background.

I despise characters like Hayward. They are so tedious. Narratively they are there to incite conflict, but given the situation conflict naturally exists, surely there are other ways to bring up/drive that tension without the trope of the government heavy ready to solve the problem with the most extreme amount of force available to him. OH no! Our plucky heroes will have to find a way to save the day and fight the Man! Can they do it? Boring. It's too bad General Talbot went insane and then died; he could probably give tips on How Not To Be That Guy.

Anyway

Hayward wants to know if Darcy works for him and she's like "dunno my dude", Monica claims her, AD Dick says "which one of you is the sassy best friend" and Jimmy's like, that is quite enough Acting Director Not Very Nice Man. "There's no time to diminish your colleagues when you're about to start a war you can't win." AD Dick just wants to take out Wanda so the whole nightmare ends. Monica's like um, we literally do not know what's going on. Like, for real we have no clue. So that might not, in fact, end the nightmare, Director Murder Britches.

They argue a lot and Director Dick goes off the rails. Dude's like more unhinged than seems warranted. Unless he's just so embarrassed that he pissed himself when Wanda returned his murder drone to him, he's decided SHE MUST BE DESTROYED FOR THE GOOD OF … NEW JERSEY AND MY SOILED UNDERWEAR OR SOMETHING.

"Captain Rambeau, you are an impediment to this mission!" Oh no! He's gonna tell her all about how hard it was to survive in a post-blip world, all those lucky blipped don't know what it was like! You just can't understand! Monica tells him not to use that as an excuse to be a coward. I'm so bored with this scene. Let me guess, the trio will have to go behind his back to save the day.

"Maybe it's a good thing you weren't here with your mother died. Because, clearly you don't have the stomach for this job." … non-sequitur much? Or is he saying she would have inherited the Director-ship (which should probably not be how that sort of agency works, let's be real). Is this scene five hours long, or does it just feel that way?

The Dick banishes the trio from his base.

"Hayward is way over-stepping his provisional authority". Jimmy Woo, you're so great. Monica says he's up to something. Yeah a tactical nuke and murder. Clearly he doesn't want to actually solve the problem, he just wants the problem to go away with a big show of macho explosions and whatnot. I suspect he might be in over his head, like he was not meant to be Acting Director, let alone Director. Also, he's a boring cliche stereotype and I loathe it.

JIMMY! I legit did not see that coming. He just pure hauls off and clocks one of the soldiers escorting them off the base, to a transport truck or something. Monica seems just as surprised for a second but then she's like "hell yeah!" and jumps in. Darcy sort of stands back and watches. lol. "Why didn't anyone tell me the plan?"

Oh look, it's my shipping container! They put the soldiers in there. Guys, it was for Hayward. Come on.

The trio disguise themselves with ponchos, which is a big step up from the usual MCU disguise of "baseball hat". That was a good bit in Ant-man and the Wasp "it's not a disguise, it just looks like us at a baseball game" (I watched that like last week. I missed Luis). Anyway …

Back in the sitcom world. The kids are ready for their early afternoon trick-or-treating. They're still talking to the camera. It's so awkward. I'm not a fan. I get it's meant to reproduce the very 90s Nick-era sitcoms and so, you know, it's spot on. Still, though.

Pietro is encouraging and supportive. "Unleash hell, demon spawn!"

Dang there are a lot of kids in that neighborhood. Wasn't Vision wondering last episode why there weren't any kids? Is the program correcting itself?

Wanda tries to test Pietro, asking him about some kid at an orphanage when they were kids. Pietro calls her on it, and says he knows he looks different. Wanda wants to know why that is. He says, "You tell me. I mean, if I found shangra-la, I wouldn't want to be reminded of the past, either." Hmm.

The kids speed off with uncle Pietro. Wanda wanders over to talk to neighbor Herb, who has a g-man earbud in and is clearly part of the neighborhood watch. In the background Pietro is stealing all the candy and smashing pumpkins and spraying the place with silly string. The hijinks are so wacky. Wanda tells Herb maybe Vision can help out with the chaos, and Herb says Vision isn't on duty. Oh no, he lied to her!

Herb goes weird "is there something I can do for you, Wanda? Do you want something changed?" Hmmm.

Elsewhere Vision is wandering the wild streets of Westview. He finds people caught in some type of weird decorating loop, the woman seems trapped but aware.

Commercial time! What the fuck was that. "Yo-magic! The snack for survivors." No, really, what the fuck.

Night has fallen, the twins and the twins walk the streets. Wanda's making the boys give back all the candy they stole. She says Pietro is a bad influence. He says "I'm just trying to do my part, kay? Come to town unexpectedly, create tension with the brother-in-law, stir up trouble with the rugrats, and ultimately give you grief. I mean, that's what you wanted, isn't it?"

"What happened to your accent?"

"What happened to yours? Details are fuzzy, man. I got shot like a chump in the street for no reason." AHAHAHAHAHAHA! AHAHAHAHAHA! no really AHAHAHAHAAH! Thank you, Pietro! Holy shit, perfect. That's some delicious shade. I expect to see this gif'd fifteen different ways when I load tumblr today.

"Next thing I know, I heard you calling me. I knew you needed me."

The kids interrupt. And now all of a sudden Tommy can zoom. Character development!

Everyone is so careful to give Wanda what she wants. Why? She's not cruel. Who wants to keep her pacified? And whoever it is cannot possibly be pleased with AD Dick messing things up. Assuming it's an outside or outside-ish force/entity, of course. I mean, I don't think she's doing this entirely, she might be the battery powering it, but despite her thing last episode to get SWORD to leave her alone, she does seem a little confused about the where, why, and how things are going.

"Don't go past Ellis Avenue." Just a kid thing or a boundary of the sitcom control world?

In the real world, our heroes are sneaking through a tent city and into the server room. The scene with Pietro and Wanda discussing his accent is playing in the background. Darcy seems put-out that Pietro was recast. lol. "He brought the wrong face."

Darcy hacks into Hayward's devices. "Hayward figured out a way to look through the boundary." "And he didn't share it with the group." I don't like Hayward.

Something is blipping on the map on the computer. Jimmy asks if it's Wanda, but Darcy says "it's tracking the decay signature of vibranium". So Vision. Monica wants to know why Hayward is tracking Vision. Well, I'd super like to know what SWORD was doing with Vision in the first place, because they weren't just storing him, they were doing something. So …

Jimmy notices that there are other dots, the ones closest to Vision, who are other residents. Jimmy says the ones near the edge of town are barely moving.

Back to Vision. He's found a cul-de-sac to patrol. Everybody's frozen in place, the street lights flicker. Eerie. They're all dressed for Halloween. Does this mean the field is shrinking, or the effects spreading and so it's closing in, slowing and then freezing people who were earlier moving about just fine? Vision is unaffected by this whatever it is. He turns himself into himself and flies off, up above the town. part of the town is dark, and part alive with voices and laughter.

He spots a car at the edge of town. It's Agnes. She seems frozen-ish, but when he asks what she's doing there, she says "Town Square Scare. Where is it?" all robotic like. Vision helpfully tries to give directions. lol. "Took a wrong turn, got lost" she says.

Vision touches her head and she wakes up. "You! You're one of the Avengers. You're Vision. Are you here to help us?" "I am Vision. I do want to help. But, what's an Avenger?"

Hmm. Well, I guess he did say last week that he couldn't remember anything before Westview.

"Am I dead?" she asks. "No, why would you think that?" "Because you are."

What was news coverage after the Snap like, do you suppose? I mean, ridiculous, of course. But, like, I think they had bigger problems then wondering about snapped/dead Avengers, didn't they? Well, maybe not. "WHERE ARE AVENGERS TO HELP US?" or "HOW DARE THE AVENGERS NOT HELP US!" "TOTALLY THIS IS ON THE AVENGERS!" "WE'D ALL BE DEAD WITHOUT THE AVENGERS!" "NUHUH! BOO AVENGERS!" "EXCEPT VISION WHO DIED HEROICALLY, WE ALL LIKE THAT AVENGER!" "TONY STARK AND PEPPER POTTS SHARE THE DECORATING TIPS THAT TRANSFORMED THEIR RUSTIC RESTORATION PROJECT INTO A CHARMING FAMILY HOME".

Agnes starts screaming "Dead" at Vision. She's not coping well. Vision says he's going to try and reach outside town and try to figure this all out. "How? No one leaves. Wanda won't even let us think about it." I SUSPECT YOU, AGNES! Why would Wanda keep everybody trapped and miserable? I could see if she did it on accident, but this implies she's purposefully hurting people. I don't buy it. Agnes, again, seems to be in the right place at the right time to make Vision doubt Wanda. You're a very suspicious character, Agnes.

She starts to laugh. "All is lost." Vision touches her had and she resets to sitcom Agnes. Somehow she can move again, she turns the car around on Ellis Ave and heads back into town. So, that answers that.

Vision walks across the Eillis Ave to the field beyond.

Meanwhile, Darcy continues to hack. Monica gets a text and says "that's it! My way back into the Hex will be here in an hour." Jimmy's all ready to boost a ride to take her to meet her aerospace buddy. But, Darcy says, nope. Can't do it. Monica's been through the Hex twice, and it's rewritten her cells. "It's changing you." Monica is undaunted. "I know what Wanda's feeling and I won't stop until I help her." Alrighty then.

Jimmy's finally going to get to hotwire a car! But wait, Darcy's not going with them. AD Dick has something hidden behind one last firewall. Darcy thinks it's big and can help them. She's going to find it.

I don't think Jimmy had to hotwire that humvee. It just started right up. Motorpool, pfft - they always leave the keys.

Back in Westview. Halloween continues at Town Square. Pietro asks Wanda where she was hiding all those kids. Whu? Says Wanda. "I assume they were all just sleeping peacefully in their beds. No need to traumatize beyond the occasional holiday cameo, amiright?" What is Pietro. "Hey don't get me wrong, you've handled the ethical considerations of this scenario as best you could. Families and couples stay together. Most personalities aren't far from what's underneath. People got better jobs. Better haircuts for sure."

"You don't think it's wrong?"

"Are you kidding me? I'm impressed. It's a pretty big leap from giving people nightmares and shooting red wigglywoos out your hands." No, really, what is Pietro? "How'd you even do all this?" Hmmm.

"I don't know how I did it. I only remember feeling completely alone. Empty. Just endless nothingness." She looks back at Pietro and for a second he's dead Pietro. Poor Wanda.

Darcy continues to hack Hayward's systems. Cataract classified weapons something something. They're still tracking Vision. Who continues his walk across the field and comes to the hex. He tries to push through it. Looks painful. SWORD rolls out to go overreact at him. He makes it through the barrier, kind of. It's a struggle.

Hayward standing there looking like a jackass "he really does want out, doesn't he?" Like he’s just amused by this turn of events, or watching a lab rat try to get out of the lab.

Darcy's standing behind watching all of this. Bits of Vision sort of fly off and back into the Hex. Darcy says "oh no!" and runs towards him, screaming for them to help him. Way to give away your sneaky hiding, girlfriend.

In Westview. Billy looks up, he can hear what's going on outside. "I hear daddy in my head. He's in trouble."

Vision calls for help, while SWORD prioritizes arresting Darcy. Phil Coulson would never have behaved like this. Boo to SWORD. Vision is dissolving. It's kind of gross and sad.

Wanda asks where Vision is, and Pietro interrupts "Don't sweat it, sis. It's not like your dead husband can die twice." Wanda wallops him with some red wigglywoos.

Billy sees soldiers and thinks Vision is dying. Wanda stops everything and makes a big red boom. The Hex appears to be expanding. Whoops, now you've done it AD Dick. He runs away like the brave brave guy he is. They leave Darcy handcuffed to a jeep. "Are you serious right now?"

The Hex overtakes Vision and then Darcy. Trapped soldiers become clowns, and we're in the circus. Well, SWORD seems like a circus, so Wanda's not wrong. I'm pretty sure Jimmy and Monica made it, but sadly the bravest Director who ever braved also escaped. He deserved to be a circus clown. Better luck next week, Wanda.

Credits.

Well, I just don't know anymore.

Hayward doesn't care about Wanda, except where I think because of this someone will figure out what he was doing to Vision's body. And Vision is ultimately the thing he cares about in all this. I hope Wanda drops a house on him.

Hmmm.

Quit suggesting I watch Age of Ultron next, Disney. It’s not happening.

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