#RIP Stephen Hawking

[paper-mario-wiki]

what's ur favorite erb?

i dont have "favorite" as much as i have "the ones i watch every now and again".

"Blackbeard vs Al Capone" i might just like the way EpicLloyd speaks as Capone, but i also cant help but be utterly entranced by a shouting match between to middle aged men who want the other one to be scared. Favorite verse: Capone 1 (of 2)

"Wonder Woman vs Stevie Wonder" although this one still has the signature simple and cheesy bar structure that ERB is known for, this is PEAK in terms of performers. nicepeter and epiclloyd (the main guys) are great, but after the first 30 videos it became very easy to detect their individual deliveries and cadences. t-pain is pretty iconic in his performance of stevie wonder. Favorite verse: Stevie 2 (of 3)

"Stephen King vs Edgar Allan Poe" watzky was unfortunately cursed by god to forever look like a little twerp, but he works with it really well and it fits very well for the real-life twerp that was Edgar Allan Poe. and zach sherwin is always a charismatic force to be reckoned with, his uniquely clever writing style and flow shining. Favorite verse: Stephen King 2 (of 2)

"Steven Spielberg vs Alfred Hitchcock" this one's just good fun. its a little battle royale among a bunch of really famous pop directors. i know that the character-appropriate cgi background is a staple of post-season-one ERB, but i really appreciate these ones specifically for some reason. Favorite verse: Alfred Hitchcock

"Kryptonite" this isnt an ERB and is in fact a completely unrelated normal rap song but i was listening to this one today. my oldest brother listened to a lot of rap when i was young and this one was one of his favorites. i remember listening to it all the time when he would drive me to blockbuster to rent gamecube games. i didnt listen to it for a few decades, but i looked it up on youtube a few weeks ago on a whim and i really liked it a lot. it's all about smoking weed which i love doing, and the chorus is really catchy, plus the instrumental is one of my favorites. Favorite verse: Big Boi 1 (verse 3)

"The Joker vs Pennwise" both rappers somehow look like different versions of matpat in heavy makeup, and joker works in a natural "we live in a society" which i like. i think that's all i got for this one. Favorite verse: Joker 3 (of 3, because this is the one with the we live in a society bar, but all of his bars were actually really solid)

"Tony Hawk vs Wayne Gretzky" another one for the "zach sherwin is one of the best thing ERB has" pile. he delivers in a quaint (if a bit cartoonish) canadian accent a scathing comparison between the actual real-life achievements and significance and skill between the two actual athletes. which i think is very spiritually fulfilling considering the name of the series. Favorite verse: Wayne Gretzky 2 (of 2)

"James Bond vs Austin Powers" might unfortunate austin only gets 1 verse because it's far and away the best part of this one. aside from a clever pussy eating joke near the end between the two feuding bonds. Favorite verse: Austin Powers

"Nice Peter vs EpicLLOYD 2" this is an actual real-life catharsis event between the main two artists behind ERB who seemingly put very real and deep-seated creative and personal frustrations they have with each other into their verses, plus a very real burnout over this series that they put all their money on being The Big One, creating a legitimately tense feeling in watching their performances. for reference, Peter rips on how Lloyd is an alcoholic and is unwilling to let the channel grow or change, and Lloyd talks about how Peter is obsessive and manipulative, referencing a real life issue involving a friend they fucked over in the separate video he appeared in. Favorite verse: Lloyd 1 (of ??? this one is almost a duet at times really)

"Babe Ruth vs Lance Armstrong" this one is specifically here because babe's second verse goes extremely hard in an almost uncharacteristic way for a series with very middling raps in general. Favorite verse: Babe Ruth 2 (of 2)

i could keep going i think but i just scrolled to the top of the list and my face flushed with embarrassment at how long its getting so im gonna end it there. you get the idea.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: A Misunderstanding, Early Angst Babies, Backstory Drama Begins

Chapter 4.

When you first step out of the car, the scent of manure and nature smacks you in the face like a tidal wave but there's something comforting about it.

Knowing you're about to see animals that took up so much of your imagination during your childhood feels practically euphoric in a way… Not that you'd ever reveal that to the outside world.

"You look lovely, by the way." Jeongguk breathes, closing your door for you.

"Thank you, Jeongguk," you whisper, fixing your long black gloves.

"Just Guk."

"Huh?" you inquire, lifting your sunglasses to the top of your head.

"Just call me Guk. All my friends do."

Oh.

How fucking dangerous is that? You're on friend terms now.

"Alright… Guk…"

The smile he gives is one that can be compared to the expansive universe and all its possibilities or an Aurora Borealis on a cold winter's eve -- breathtaking.

He pockets his hands casually into his ripped black jeans and his head nods towards the entrance of the large zoo. "Ready?"

"Oh yeah," you breathe, fighting the urge to smile.

As he walks beside you with an air of confidence that could smite down the lowly, you take him in. You hope you aren't rude to be thinking this but he doesn't look like the type to be into theoretical physics.

And if he is then why did he not graduate from Stanford? And why is he an escort?

It seems that he's an enigmatic puzzle quite like you.

Although some would argue that you aren't a puzzle, just dreadfully dreary.

"I can't believe you wore heels to walk around a zoo," Jeongguk laughs, pulling you from your thoughts.

Notching your eyebrow, you tilt your head to him. "I paid for a VIP tour. We don't walk."

"I see," he muses, sniffling once and lifting his arm to wrap it around your shoulders.

When you freeze, he slowly pulls away. "Just trying to get you comfortable with me. I don't have to though."

You imagine the wedding then, if you aren't comfortable with him by then people might assume you paid him and you will NOT allow people to judge you.

So you grip his wrist and fling his arm back over your shoulders without a second thought.

"Atta girl," Guk laughs.

He smells of sandalwood and citrus -- clementine, maybe? It's honestly divine and it matches him all too well.

"It's a nice day to see some animals," the escort comments, stepping past the gate with you by his side.

"Yes," you agree.

In a way, you feel kind of terrible that you have zero personality anymore. You give nothing to conversations nor can you manage to keep one up. It must be incredibly taxing to others.

Your date seems pleased with your answer though because he gives you a wide smile that makes the tips of your toes tingle.

"Do you have any pets?" you inquire.

"A dog. A Great Dane, his name is Hawking," the escort answers, pulling out his phone and showing you his wallpaper.

"Like the physicist Stephen Hawking?"

"The very same. Bingo," he muses, giving you a wink.

"What's your I-"

"Miss L/N!"

When you're cut off from speaking, the scowl that etches onto your face makes Jeongguk's eyebrows lift with amusement.

"You're feisty," he jests, turning to the person who's calling you.

You nudge him softly, the ice around you breaking for merely a moment to let in a good natured joke.

The zoo personnel that sees your disappointed expression seems to reel their excitement back in and they give you a polite smile. "It's such a pleasure to have you here. We can start your tour as soon as you're ready."

"Let me just run to the restroom, I'll be right back," you promise.

Guk nods, dropping his arm off your shoulders and watching the way you stride effortlessly towards the tribal decorated restrooms.

You've got a great ass.

"You're a lucky dude, huh?" the zookeeper breathes, stepping up beside the escort.

Jeongguk smirks, folding his arms accordingly. "Yeah, she's something else."

"She's so generous too," the keeper beams, lowering the volume of his walkie talkie.

It intrigues Guk immediately and his head cranes towards the shorter man beside him. "How so?"

"Y/N donates almost a million dollars every year to the sanctuary! She's the reason why our zoo looks so wonderful! She's the reason we can do conservation as well as we can."

Your date simply shakes his head, a wry smile etching onto his features.

There's so much of you shrouded away from the world. He wants to just get a chisel and hammer and just knock away all the stone encasing you until there's just you in your purest form left.

"Is that right?" he breathes, drifting his hands through his long hair.

You surely are a Rubik's Cube that he wants to solve.

"And to your left here we have the pygmy hippos. They're native to West Africa and are still unfortunately on the endangered species list but with all of your donations we've found a way to breed more of them," Lyle, the zookeeper informs you and your date stopping the golf cart.

"Oh, that's okay Lyle. You don't have to keep bringing up my m-"

"They're super cute!" Guk chirps, climbing out of the cart and holding his hand out to you.

The zoo tour has been going smoothly so far, you really are enjoying yourself. There's something wonderful about seeing Guk light up with each and every cute animal that makes the day even better. You've begun to wonder why you've closed yourself up so tightly over the years.

Is this what you've been missing out on?

You've been missing out on making memories with people that deserve it?

You've hidden away from the world for so long that maybe you've been missing out on good people too.

You take the escort's hand, stepping up alongside him.

He leans against the wooden railing along the habitat, letting his black hair fall into his eyes. "You can let someone gush about your donations, y'know. You're really helping them out here."

He speaks softly to you, almost as if he's trying to feather away any embarrassment that might land in your direction from his words.

"I just- My money isn't the most important thing there is."

"That's true," Jeongguk agrees, "You're more important than your money but you do help them out here. It's only right that they gush."

He smiles over at you, pushing some hair back behind your ear and you practically fall backwards at the feeling. Your heel slips awkwardly and he catches you with ease, wrapping his arm around your waist safely.

"Relax, Y/N. I know it's hard, I do. But try and relax," he murmurs, setting you upright.

Taking a deep breath, you turn towards the hippo, training your sights on the animal.

Your body is an amalgamation of sickly horror and longing all at once and you aren't sure which you should let win.

The one time Namjoon tried to push your hair back behind your ear, you smacked his wrist so hard that it left a welt for three days.

It's only been a few hours since the tour began but Guk had slowly gotten you to be more comfortable with him. From the way he jokes around with you, even though it's small and it doesn't need to be returned or the way he smiles at you like you're something brand new to his life -- it has set you at ease.

Which is why the next set of words he chooses to say makes you feel as if you're walking over glass with bare feet.

"Just let me show you what you're paying for."

When you wrinkle your nose in distaste, Guk knows that he worded it wrong. "W-Wait, I didn't mean-"

"You did. I get it. It's a job," you reply briskly.

"Y/N, no. Wait, I'm sor-"

"It was my mistake. I forgot that I was paying you. I'm at fault," you hiss, turning on your heel and walking away.

When you start to march up the hill towards the African Plains section of the zoo, Jeongguk groans loudly.

How could he drop the fucking ball like this?

He didn't mean to say it in such a way…

Guk has noticed just how happy you've been the past few hours. He's noticed how comfortable you've gotten even to the point where you've smiled more times than he can count on two hands so far.

And in an instant with nine fucking words, he's crushed your spirit and your openness.

The guilt that echoes inside of him makes his bones ache long and dull within him. His heart picks up speed and he's so flustered that he can't even register how unprofessional or how emotional he's getting.

"Lyle, get out of the cart!" Jeongguk orders, tying his hair up into a ponytail.

"I-I can't! It's against the rules! You can't drive the car-"

"Get out of the fucking cart!" Guk seethes through his teeth, grabbing onto the zoo keeper's bright green shirt and tugging him out of the driver's seat.

Has he even driven one of these things before?

No.

Does he give a flying shit?

Hell no.

Pressing his foot on the gas, the cart charges up the hill and he can see you steamrolling your way through guests with your Birkin limply hanging from your hands. Your shoulders are hunched over in a way that makes the thousands of dollars worth of clothes on your body seem like they came from the Dollar General and the escort feels sick to stomach that he did this to you.

He doesn't slow the cart down, he just honks the horn for people to move out of his way.

And when he finally reaches you, he takes a deep breath.

"Y/N, please get back in the cart," he begs, throwing his arm over the steering wheel and angling his body to look up at you.

"No," you mumble childishly, folding your arms.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to upset you. Really, I didn't!" he gasps, shaking his head.

"You didn't upset me," you boldface lie, looking over at the lions as you pass by.

Now he knows that's completely untrue.

"You're gonna kill youself in those heels. They're a deathtrap. Please just get in the cart."

"You don't get to tell me what to do! I pay you! I'm your boss!" you snap, bearing your bleached teeth at him angrily.

He'll let that go. He'll let it roll off his back because he upset you in the first place.

"I just meant-"

When you start to walk faster, he curses softly under his breath. "C'mon Y/N, this cart can only go like three miles an hour."

"Good! Get lost!" you rasp, upturning your nose to him.

"Christ! I'm sorry! I didn't mean it like that! I just meant that you should get everything you want, you should get treated nicely!"

"Because I'm paying for it!" you guffaw, ripping your gloves off and throwing them at him.

He pulls one of the long black gloves off his shoulder with soft, apologetic eyes and he shouts after you so loudly that it makes all the patrons at the zoo turn towards you. "No! Because you're fucking beautiful and you deserve it! You deserve to be treated nicely!"

When you stop mid-step, he slams his foot on the brake

He doesn't care about the onlookers, he doesn't care about Lyle rushing up the hill with a sweaty, winded face.

He cares about you.

He rounds the cart, putting both hands on your arms. "You didn't pay me to come with you to the zoo. I came because I wanted to. And I've been having a fucking amazing time. I like getting to know you... the real you. I don't need to be paid for that. I did what came naturally to me. Me putting my arm around you, brushing your hair back -- that was second nature. I'm sorry that I misworded it and made you lose trust in my intentions. I'm happy to be here -- with you. I promise."

Jeongguk can see how red the rims of your eyes are and he's unsure if it's because of sorrow or anger but it makes him feel guiltier nonetheless.

"Really?" you mumble, looking down at your heels.

"Yes," he hisses, putting his index finger below your chin and lifting your face to look at him.

You can see how flustered he is, how heavy his breathing is and just how anxious his body language is.

He means it.

You've been studying people long enough to know when they're being sincere.

And this is an example.

You're not a normal enough person to admit that you were hurt by this, nor will you be accepting his apology because then he'll know that you really were hurt so you just give a brief nod.

"Alright," you whisper, clearing your throat.

"Okay?" he inquires, drifting his thumb over your cheekbone.

"Yes. Okay." you reply briskly.

That's good enough for him. As long as you're alright and you forgive him.

"Wanna get some food?" he asks, handing you back your gloves.

"Su-"

"I could have gotten in trouble!" Lyle heaves, leaning against the cart to catch his breath.

The both of you turn your heads to him and you both shrug in response, climbing back into the vehicle.

"I'm hungry, Lyle," you droll.

Jeongguk drapes his arm over your shoulders and he's so pleased that you allow him to. It feels good… almost right and it blows his fucking mind that this is something he can feel after Chloe decimated everything in his heart and within a fifty mile radius.

"Yes ma'am," the zookeeper whispers, getting back into the cart.

While the vehicle winds through staff-only roads towards the East Asia Eatery, you sit in silence. You're replaying your childish tantrum in your head over and over again to the point that it makes your brain want to melt.

Who the fuck is Jeongguk to rile you up? Since when do you have emotions to get hurt by what someone says in the first place?

You'll deny it until you're blue in the face but… you were having fun before, you were letting your guard down without even knowing it.

It was almost as if you didn't even have to try with the escort, he just understood you on such a level that he could break down your jaded walls without even trying.

On some level it's intriguing and on another it's absolutely frightening.

You can't let that happen again.

You won't.

Jeongguk looks at you over his rice bowl and he becomes completely deflated at the expression that sits prettily on your face.

You've closed yourself off again.

Since you've sat down at your table, you've been invested in something on your phone.

You've barely touched your food and the escort is a second thought right at this moment.

"How's everything? Can I get you anything else?" the waiter inquires.

You look up from your phone for a second and you just stare at Guk waiting for his answer.

"We're good, thanks," he breathes, setting down his chopsticks.

"Can you bring us a bottle of the red Screaming Eagle 1992?"

It's a question but it doesn't come out as such and you're throwing your dominant personality all over the place to make up for how flustered you were just a mere half an hour ago.

Jeongguk doesn't know if he should call you out for it or not. He doesn't even know what the fuck he should be doing to make you more comfortable.

He's completely lost.

You remind him of Jimin and Taehyung. He feels comfortable enough with you to speak with you like a friend and on some deeper level he wants to.

"I know you're upset with me," he sighs, pushing his plate away when the waiter leaves.

"No, I'm not," you reply, staring at your phone.

"Y/N." Jeongguk calls you.

Quirking an eyebrow, you slowly set down your phone. You give him your attention and he takes a deep breath.

"Listen, okay? I know that being comfortable with me is probably really weird to you. I understand. And I know that I fucked up earlier with how I worded what I did but you don't have to close yourself off from me."

Like always, your first defense mechanism within you is to become combative, so you do. "I never opened myself up in the first place."

"Mkay," Jeongguk huffs, running his hands over his face, "it took me a long time to be comfortable with people again after I was hurt too."

He didn't expect to do this. He didn't expect to start pouring his heart out over cheap fried rice but he doesn't want you to close up completely to him. He likes how you were just a mere hour or two ago.

When you raise an eyebrow, he continues on.

Guk doesn't even register how it took him weeks to even tell his best friends this but with you… it's almost too easy to spill his guts.

"At some point not too long ago, I got into a relationship with a client of mine. Her name was Chloe. She was… uh… rich, I guess. Really rich, like old money rich. Her great great grandfather invented the tin can or some shit… But I fell deeply into anything that had to do with her. It's like she consumed me to the point of no return."

You slowly set your phone down, watching his neck muscles strain with each word he speaks like his body is trying to stop him.

"We got toxic to the point where I would rather sleep on park benches then fucking going home. She was the devil but she looked good doing heinous shit… So when we broke up, I completely lost my sense of self. She was… everything to me. She was what made me a person for a long time and then suddenly it was gone and I was like this fucking shell of a living ghost or something."

You shoo the waiter away when he approaches and you give the handsome man in front of you all your attention.

You can see him reliving the horrendous relationship and something inside of you wants to stop it. Something inside of you wants him to stop hurting like you were hurt long ago.

So without a second thought, you wrap your hand around his.

Jeongguk gives you a smile, a genuine one and he squeezes your hand reassuringly for a moment. "I can tell you truthfully that I do understand who you are. I do understand how hurt you are, how jaded you are with other people. I completely realize how I fucked up earlier and I am sorry for it. I want you to be open with me, I want you to be comfortable and find some healing with me. Because it's not fair that you have to live in some sort of shitty turmoil while the people that made you miserable get to be happy."

When he speaks, your soul wants to thrive at his words and you swallow thickly at the sheer passion of his voice.

"I did open up," you admit.

"Yeah, I know," he whispers with a smile, "I want more of it."

"It's hard to do that," you reply, clearing your throat.

"And I know that too. But I promise you, I'm not gonna fuck up again. I want you to be yourself with me… not the self you show everyone else. The real you. And even if it takes you a while, I'd like to see it."

Oh, he talks a big game but you're almost a hundred percent sure he can back it up.

Just knowing that he's been hurt like you have gives you this blanket of protection that no one else could ever give.

"I can try," you offer, accepting the bottle of wine from the waiter when he comes around again.

"Atta girl," Guk breathes, squeezing your hand once more.

You're both two puzzles that seem difficult to solve to one another but slowly the pieces are getting revealed and it's only a matter of time before one of you completes the other.

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[missyourflight]

some stuff i read and watched january - may

i had to stop doing f1 stuff (because it was making me miserable lol), redirected most of that energy into reading romance novels (occasionally other things but mostly romance novels lbr) and watching films. anyway now interview with the vampire's back and i'm fully deranged about that etc. highlights below!

black sails (s1 & 2 rewatch): i do enjoy s1 for my sins (marcus aurelius foreshadowing!) but it's Wild how much s2 kicks up a gear the instant they start properly pairing off flint and silver. coming back for the rest of the rewatch once i've calmed down about the vampires so the true devastation lies ahead etc. also i rewatched twelfth night for toby stephens reasons, his orsino remains a formative piece of nonsense

mary & george: i'm not going to get into the whole nicholas galitzine filmography deepdive i was compelled to do for reasons not even known to myself but i raced through this. very sexy obviously but often in a way transactional or empowering or tender without necessarily being romantic. like it's not reinventing the wheel but it felt like a more expansive presentation of intimacy than you usually see in a costume drama. tony curran great in this!

shōgun: god what a show!! epic and tragic and funny and specific and just like an unbelievable showcase for craft and talent. fuji forever

a moment of romance: andy lau so gorgeous i could die, neon bloody hong kong action with a love story that's almost chaste until they finally kiss and it's fire actually. the rain! sparklers! explosions! a motorcycle helmet that says "safety!" on it!

tampopo: spent way too much money on a bunch of criterion collection blu-rays and i Loved this one, even the freaky egg stuff. an all-time food film and also baby ken watanabe is there with a little bandana!

all that heaven allows: i always feel like i came to sirk backwards because i saw far from heaven first; did magnificent obsession and written on the wind as well and the colours are always gorgeous but this was far and away my favourite. at one point a teapot gets smashed and i gasped like my heart was breaking

thief: god this absolutely rips! unfortunately your girl Is a michael mann bro (austin butler heat 2 let's gooo) and incredibly into things like blowtorches and shots of windows exploding outwards like a shower of diamonds

challengers: feral about it obviously, itemised list of derangements here

la chimera: it's josh o'connor season and i loved this even more than challengers, there are moments in this that felt like miracles

emma. (2020): rewatched this with the blu-ray commentary which only made me love it more, also i've warmed on callum turner since i saw his trip to the criterion closet, what a babe

queen of the damned: watched this in a vampire fever and in the spirit of "how bad can it be?" and the answer was: worse even than that

furiosa: a mad max saga: i really felt the saga of it all, like the almost mythic telling of it, and hemsworth's great and the action's great, but most importantly OH GOD TOM BURKE IS SO HOT AS PRAETORIAN JACK. OH GOD HE'S SO HOT AND STOIC AND SOLID and i was not prepared for it to be a Romance like that oh god

land of milk and honey by c pam zhang: near-future dystopian unbelievably sexy food book, i still think about some of those images. a duck breast split open like a geode!! fuck!!

the spymasters series by joanna bourne: i haven't loved a romance series like this in a While, it's napoleonic era spies! everyone's in love and constantly betraying and shooting each other! it's Not lymond but it was twisty and detailed enough to scratch the lymond itch for me. you can basically read them in any order because they weren't written chronologically, but take my advice and start with the black hawk, because then you can play "what's hawker up to?" in all the other books and hurt your feelings, then go back to the spymaster's lady and do the rest in publication order. i love my terrible spy family!!

practice by rosalind brown: i'm so obsessed with this, it's about a student trying to write an essay but really it's about shakespeare and yoga and the elaborate gay fictions she's constantly making up in her head

henry henry by allen bratton: henry iv by way of brideshead and patrick melrose, i deeply loved this and i deeply loved this hal. one for the hal/hotspur yuletide enjoyers etc

you should be so lucky by cat sebastian: i also read and loved her cabot series but this one really got to me. as a brit i can never truly be a baseball understander but this crossed the bull durham/everybody wants some!! line of making me yearn about it a bit

kaliane bradley, the ministry of time: loved this so wildly that i committed multiple counts of reverse wage theft to dazedly copy the best parts into my notes app and yowl about it with my friends who'd had arcs. sexy time travel roommate situation, my beloved

add me on goodreads or letterboxd if you're into that sort of thing etc

[atvace]

Lady Dior and the Seven Dilfs

Chapter 3: Failed Laid

masterlist

Before you can realize it, you feel soft tender lips pushing against your rim. you cling your hands behind his head and run your finger brushing through his hair. feeling accepted, he tilts his head to the side to feel your vodka mouth, sucking on your bottom lip. you whimpered from loss of air, he left your lips for a moment before cupping again. this time, you had no time to shut your mouth, his tongue recklessly exploring your insides whilst guzzling your breath away. 

you lightly moaned when his left hand slithered to your neck, choking your neck lightly. you grab onto his wrist and feel your eyes rolling up to heaven. unintentionally, you lift your right knee and place your sex to his enormous thigh. you felt his smirk on your lips. "You like that?" his husky made you bit your lip as he place his hand on your chin, facing up to him.

"I'm sorry, princess I wanted to treat you like one but.." he slid his thumb to your lips "...if you react like that, there's no use for me to hold back." He skates his thumb inside your mouth, feeling you sucking on it. you place both of your hands to his chest and breathed heavily.

He gazes at you with lustful hungry eyes, observing you taking his thumb. the thought of fucking you facing the mirror from behind widens his foggy mind, your cut-out dress has hinted him to rip them more. all just for him. you had a different idea, you thought to yourself to save a horse and ride a cowboy feeling him beneath you panting or whimpering to your bounces. 

otherwise, both of you had the same idea. getting laid tonight.

ironically, it's just a thought. your hands suddenly lost contact with his built surface. feeling your touch empty, your head is completely influenced. you can't process what happened due to the alcohol taking over your nerves. you were too intoxicated to process anything in the present time.

"Get off, Keegan." a sharp deep voice could be heard from your foresight. the guy you nearly hook up with chuckled and kissed his wet tongue, "Jealous? Or is this yours?". you slightly could see Ghost pull Keegan back away like a cat carrying its kitten from the nape. "none of your business." Ghost taunted. the Irish guy scoffed from irritation. "Come on, (y/n)." He holds your wrist, as you wobbled to him.

"You know I can take her too, right unless that's yours." Keegan crosses his arm to his chest and leaned to the wall watching the two of you. "I said it's none of your bloody business." Ghost warned sternly. his sharp dark eyes scanned you from up to toe, deciding that you can't walk.

he picked you up and presses your flushed face to his chest. "And you're gonna fuck her in your bed." Keegan drunkenly laughed watching Ghost leaving, it turned into trepidation when Ghost stopped in his tracks. he turned around with his dark lifeless eye, glaring at Keegan. "you watch your fucking mouth, Russ. unless you want to be Stephen Hawking." he then left the alleyway.

[Pub parking lot]

"Hey Gaz." the sound of a car door slamming shut is heard followed by Soap's drunk calling. "Yeaaaa?" Gaz burped. Ghost entered the driver's seat and you were zoning out in the shotgun. "what do you call a priest that graduated law school?" Soap widely smiled as Ghost grunted starting the car. "..who?" Gaz slurred his words. "Father-in-law." 

Before finding you around in the pub, Ghost managed to get drunk Gaz and Soap whose boozily dancing on the floor.

The whole dancegoers were watching Gaz shredding the dance floor doing the worm whilst Soap was doing the giddy dance and stopped to take blurry pictures 0.5 with flash of himself and Gaz every few moments. not forgetting to swipe his hands over his mohawk while stomping around. When Ghost spotted them, he carried the two like sacks of potatoes and dumping them into the car before going back to find you.

They both chaotically laughed with their mouth scented reek of alcohol. "Hey Soap." Gaz leaned to the mohawk's shoulder looking to the car ceiling. "Yeaaa?" Soap cuddled his buddy's bicep. "Why can't the toilet paper cross the road?" Gaz snickered to himself. "why.." Soap muttered. "stuck in a crack." Gaz hiccups, Ghost's grip on the steering wheel tightens in annoyance.

With the two drunk men chattering in the background, He pulls over to the driveway, taking his time to obey the traffic laws. your eyes emptily gazed at his veiny hands in the steer. He glanced at you, "Are you nauseous?" you adjusted yourself after he asked sternly, you shook your head quietly and laid your head to the chair and rest your eyes. Your forehead felt the warmth of his palm, inscribing for an unanticipated fever. he fixated your bangs, gently brushing his index finger to your blushed tipsy cheeks before going back to the steering wheel.

"Gaz.." Soap's voice vibrates the quietude ambiance, Gaz hummed with a rough hoarse voice. "You know what I was thinking bruh...," Gaz's eyes fluttered to Soap's orbs. "If yo leg gets cut off.. would it hurt?" Soap burped and smiled at Gaz. "..Duh?" Gaz scoffed his mouth. "HOW though!?" Soap garbled and laid on Gaz's lap. "Cuz yo leg got cut off, fool" Soap made a noncommunicable hand movement. "where you gon feel the pain?" Soap pointed to the other dude. "in yo leg..." Gaz's mouth vented a little, feeling his mouth dry. "EXACTLY bruh." He scratched his neck in exasperation. "...how you gon feel the pain in yo leg when-" Gaz and Soap said it in union "yo leg is gone" They both exchanged sparked eyes and laughed. "bruh" Soap rubbed his temper and wheezed. "bro I'm gonna be thinking about this shit all night long" Gaz chuckled whilst his eyes zoned out "where would you feel the pain in?" Soap tilt his head and snapped his finger. "that's the point; there ain't no pain. once yo leg gone, the pain gone with it" Gaz nodded as Soap continued. "where you gon feel the pain when your shit is gone bruh" he gestured his hand like a professor giving a morning lecture. "Oooh.." Gaz weakly nodded with a parched mouth.

With the random drunk chattering in the backseat, your (drunk ass) intoxicated mind decided to say something horrible. "A missile is going loose..." you muttered with a zoned-out eye. Ghost kept his silence knowing you are as drunk as the two dudes. "Laswell.." another mutter comes out of your mouth, Ghost sides-eye you and tried to listen to your drunk muttering. "No...Laswell, Hassan knows.." you flutter your eyes close. 

Now he's interested. "Who's Hassan, (y/n)?" Ghost breaks his silent barrier by catechizing. "I-" you burped softly, "I think he's Iranian.. the Al Qatala.." you mumbled again. "What is that, (y/n)?" he slows the car down and parks in an empty lot realizing that you know something that he doesn't. "Al Qatala..." Furrowing your eyebrow, he took a sharp inhale. "What does that mean, (y/n)?" at this point, he's digging information out of your consciousness. "I saw Google Translate it means killers. "I took the assumption that they are terrorists..." you open your eyes, meeting his shocked gaze. you two locked eyes for a good moment as if time has stopped.

"There are three missiles, Laswell... they're aiming at cheeseburger.." you hiccuped. "where is cheeseburger, (y/n)?" Ghost faced half of his body to you, digging into your inebriate state. "America." You said with painfully dry lips. "Maybe they want to film the 9/11 again.." a hiccup escape again. "(y/n), is this what you worked on before 141?" Ghost held your forearm, making you look up to him.

There was a slight pause between the two of you, this made him irritated. "Jesus, my mask kink is acting up, stop talking to me." you sternly said, moving away from him and face to your window. That made him grip his fist in annoyance. he got to the main road again and drove the three of you back to the base.

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"Come in," Price answered the twice knocking from the door, as it creaks open, Ghost came in and closes the door behind him. "What's the matter, Simon?" He looks at him with a concerned expression. The skull guy sighed in frustration and took his seat in front of his desk. "(y/n), she's a liability." Simon places his hands on the wooden table. Price frowns at his statement but waits for him to continue talking. "Gaz brought us to the pub to 'celebrate' her first deployment in the task force," Ghost rub his temples "And everyone except me got drunk, she was sitting in the front passenger seat.."

he took a deep breath because he didn't expect to receive such information from a drunk demoted FBI girl. "she was muttering something," He looks at Price. "Did you catch it?" Price raised one eyebrow expecting him to have full detail. "She's talking about some Arabian dude with a huge missile aiming somewhere in the world." Price leaned himself to his chair. "Any other things you caught from her?" Ghost shook his head as Price quickly dove his hand to his pocket, reaching for his phone.

"Thank you, Simon. I will try to contact Laswell-" "No, Don't." Ghost reached his hand to Price. "she muttered Laswell's name too, I'm afraid she might get demoted again for spilling confidential information." Simon quickly recalled he seemed to try to dust your name from confinement and demotion.

"Well, then where the hell should we ask for intel from? what if our base blew up out of a sudden?" Price furrowed his eyebrow at Simon. "I am positively sure she will get into trouble if you contact Laswell or Sheperd." the cold-blooded soldier pierced his eyes into Price. the captain paused for a moment, tapping his finger on the table contemplating the pros and cons of every action they can possibly take.

"I think she would understand if we talk to her about it kindly when she's sober." Price looked down at his unfinished paperwork. "absolutely doubt that, sir. She's very pragmatic and arrogant." Simon shook his head lightly. "I will do my own digging, then." Price opened his laptop, turning it on and let it boot up for a few seconds. "Are you going to bring one of us?" Simon stood up about to take his leave. "No, but you'll see. dismissed." Price started to dance his fingers across the keyboard and hear Ghost's footstep distancing.

But he stopped by the doorframe, which caused Price to look up at him. "I think you should...teach her," Ghost stared at Price. "her demotion truly doubts me. it's unpleasant and unprofessional." he finishes, leaving then closing the door softly. "... that's where you're wrong, Simon." Price murmured to himself.

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You woke up with a suspicious amount of headache hitting you like a truck. you rubbed your face and sat up on your bed. "Ooh-" You hissed and knitted your eyebrow together. "It's got a little kick, Ooh--" You gripped your hair in pain and groaned loudly.

You have to eat something, then digest an aspirin or two. you rolled off your bed and got out of your room, walking your way to the kitchen with your other hand guiding your weight.

as you arrived, there was three familiar figure at the dinner table watching you looming over them. they stared at you as if you just grew a second head out of your neck. "See I told you it's the heels." Ghost exclaimed at Soap. "I wear my mother's high heels that aren't even as tall as hers, it broke my ankle," Soap muttered while stirring his coffee. "She jumps from car to car with them." Gaz plated down his omelet. "that's some superpower shit." Soap shrugged.

you flinched at the statement but had no energy to be petty at him. "I really could use warm water instead of shit talking, I'm really dizzy." you walked towards the cupboard. "Yeah no shit, you were dead-ass drunk last night I didn't recognize you." Gaz's tone wraps in concern.

"Fuck you don't recognize me because I recalled somebody failed me to get a hot guy making out with me," you looked up to the cupboard that was out of your reach. "You were WHAT" Soap pitched his head towards you. "Dude was so hot, tall, large hand and into choking," you bent your foot and reached your hand up trying to get the cup from the board.

"Be professional, (y/n). you don't want to get laid with someone you just met from a pub on your FIRST DAY of DEPLOYMENT." Ghost presses his serious tone towards you. "Who was it Ghost?" Soap leaned himself on the table where Ghost sat. "Fucking Keegan," his response made you jerk your head back to face him. "LAST NIGHT WAS KEEGAN? fuck I knew I should've lured him sooner." you fisted and sighed at the sink. 

"(y/n), what do you mean you knew." Ghost peered his gaze to your back. "Oh, I showed (y/n) some pictures of the guys." Soap said taking a sip of his coffee. "you what." Ghost now looking at Soap. "(y/n), you can drink from here." Gaz walked to your side and gave you a mug of warm water. it was an orange mug with many pictures of goofy cats across it. "...Thanks," you rotated the mug carefully, inspecting the cats one by one. "It looks like something a deaf grandmother would own." you said, sipping to the warm liquid.

"Actually, that mug belongs to Konig." You bursted. "THAT 7-FOOT MAN?" you wipe your lips with the back of your hand, looking up at Gaz. "...Yeah, what about him. Soap, what did you tell her about Konig yesterday?" Gaz pointed at you and tilt his head to Soap.

"I didn't say shit I was just showing her the people she MIGHT gonna meet in the future so she won't get culturally shocked or something," Soap shrugged. "Soap, you told me Konig would turn me into a smoothie with his bare hands." you held your chest offended, Soap pointed at you. "I certainly did NOT say that"

"Don't tell me you told her about that Jimin guy" Ghost inclined to the side facing the three. "you mean Horangi" Gaz added. "Oh my God, I followed his gossip back before he went to the military. He actually has a monster cock according to the girl he had a secret affair with and I think his name was K-" "(Y/N)!" the three of them voiced your name before you spill more classified information. you close your mouth with the tip of your fingers and grin. 

"Bloody fucking hell.." Ghost massaged his forehead from stress. "Well to be fair as a woman who enjoys the latest gossip, technically I'm a pretty good intel," you said shrugging your right shoulders. "She's right" Soap commented, "I'm always right" you implied again. "and now you're getting on my last nerve, (L/n)" Ghost thrilled.

"all sergeants and LT, please proceed to my office. this is Captain Price speaking." the wired radio from the side of the kitchen buzzed as the four of you glanced at each other. "It's about time," Ghost finished his drink and quickly left. "(y/n), it's your first mission in the 141." Gaz happily cooed to your side. "I thought we had a day off," you frowned while walking with Gaz. "Well, change of plans. maybe Laswell found something and wants us to get to work immediately." Soap turned behind him and face you while walking backward.

"I'm sorry, I'm not used to getting called to duty out of a sudden. the FBI is usually alerted 3 or 2 days prior to a mission or investigation." you laughed weakly. "well get used to it now, bunny." Ghost coldly said to you before knocking on Price's door.

After a few minutes talking in, Price asked you about hows your first day adjustment in the barracks. you told him you're doing well, everyone was being nice to you (surely). but you got slightly scolded by Price because Ghost snitched about you making out with Keegan at a bar. 

"Whats with everyone here and Keegan,  you guys acted like I was making out with an arsonist???" you looked at the three then back at Price drawing confusement. "He's a walking red flag, (y/n)." Gaz scoffed at Soap's statement. "Well, he doesn't look like a red flag." You scorn at the salty comment. "You know nothing about him." Ghost hissed at you again. "That makes him look hotter??" You raised your hand muddled. "why do girls like you always fall for men full of red flags then cries about it when getting dumped." Gaz tormented your pride. you look at him disturbingly which made him regret his remark. 

"out of everyone, why him.." Price's tone sounded like a disappointed dad. "Well technically it's not MY fault, I mean I WAS drunk.. shouldn't that a someone's responsibility to make sure I didn't get into trouble when under the influence," You cooed while twisting the end of your hair looking slightly at the ceiling and pouted. feeling Ghost's sharp eye pierce into your flesh with a hot sensation. Price's gaze shifted to Ghost "Well as a son of a mother and now a father of an adoptive daughter, I'm not saying she's wrong but Ghost.. she's right, you could've avoided that happening." he cleared his throat Ghost looked at Price with a defeated gaze.

after a few minutes of talking about the pub incident. Price looked at Soap then at Gaz. "You two, go to the range. we will talk about the mission there. Ghost and (y/n), stay here for a moment. there's something I need a discuss in private." Gaz and Soap nodded and quickly got out of the office. you could feel a slight tension, are you in trouble? did you do something worser when you were drunk? what did Ghost snitch again to price? you are so close to drug his cup of tea with laxatives after this.

"(y/n)" 

"Yes sir" you stood your ground high. "I promise that I won't personally judge you for this since it's out of your control too," you nodded "but I can't help but notice that you have some...liability." his statement opened your old wound. "I credited Ghost for this, he briefed me about your actions whilst intoxicated," You look at Ghost with ferocious eyes. "you were muttering about some classified information." He bit his tongue, hating that he has to break it to you.

"I assure you, you are not getting into trouble for it but perhaps you should watch your drinking dose when outside duty. we don't want you blabbering restricted information out of our watch." He finishes with a warm smile. "I was once your age, trust me I enjoy drinking too." he chuckled to himself. "Captain, I...don't remember anything last night. it's like everything was blacked out," you look down to your white fluffy indoor slippers. "All I remember was I saw Keegan's eyes and that's it. I just woke up this morning." you look up again.

"That is very fine, dear. you are safe here thanks to Ghost" You could feel him smirking beneath his balaclava. "Okay, off the two of you go. I will be there shortly. dismissed." Price clasped his hands together. "Yes sir." you and Ghost bowed and left the office in unison. surprisingly, he lets you out and holds the door for you. but you didn't notice this.

"Ghost." Price called as he was in the door frame. He looked back at the captain.

"watch her for me."

"Lima Charlie, capt." He sternly said upon leaving.

[evaslunarvalley]

18 October 2024 (11:59pm)

I’m not one of the OG Directioners. Not one of the girls who grew up with One Direction, knew them since X Factor, followed through their career as a band or experienced Zayn leaving. No, I’m not one of them. But I found One Direction when I hit the lowest point of my life for the first time at 16, and kept returning to them at every other through I hit. They saved me from my biggest nightmare at that age, which was MYSELF. If it weren’t for them (specially Louis), I most definitely wouldn’t have been here writing this today.

Between all of them Liam’s smile has always felt like home. He felt like someone whose one hug could take away all your problems and replace it with flowers and sunshine. In his music and painting and weekly update videos and TikToks I found the ultimate comfort during the pandemic. He became a friend on the other side of the screen when I lost every other friend in real life. One Direction is also the reason why I have some of my closest friends now.

Never in my wildest nightmare did I think I’d wake up to a news like this or say goodbye to one of them in my 20s. I was growing up with them, they were supposed to grow old with us. It hurts my heart that one of them had to go away like this and with a death everyone would term tragic. I know some people are going to say “but what about the fact that he was an abuser”, and I’m not denying that. I hate the person he became and 23 year old me is rational on that. But the 16 year old has a part of her heart ripped off with this news and I cannot deny her the grieving. I, like many of us, wanted his to face the consequences of his action, not fcking die. It hurts that he had to face his death in a way where he probably didn’t even know he was dying or was conscious enough to understand that he was going to hurt himself (as per the news reports). I just wish the 17-18 year old Liam got the help that he wanted and needed with his toxic coping mechanisms and addiction issues. I wish he hadn’t became the person he did. I wish we never got a reason to dislike him in the least. It pains me that he died possibly believing himself unworthy of love or being remembered. With him is gone a part of all our childhood and formative years, and as he said “how could I forget someone who gave me so much to remember.”

When Zayn left, Stephen Hawking said that in parallel universes exist and in one of them he’s still part of the band. I’d like to believe that in all, of the parallel universes everything is alright and Liam is still with us and in at least one of them we’re best friends. In all of them, I believe, we could save him in the same way he saved us.

Rest in love and peace, Liam James Payne 🤍

In another life…..

[eddieredmayneargentinablog]

"30 Of The World’s Most Famous Stars Paid Homage To The Roaring Twenties For British Vogue’s 2023 Hollywood Portfolio"

By VOGUE, 6 January 2023.

(Excerpts)

"As another awards season approaches, the movie giants gracing cinema share their successes, on-set memories and secrets. Photographs by Greg Williams. Styling by Dena Giannini..."

14/30

Eddie Redmayne

The Good Nurse

What has been your most embarrassing moment on set?

In the Fantastic Beasts movie, doing the Erumpent mating dance. It was humiliating anyway, but I managed to rip my trousers. My arse was on show for everyone to see on a night shoot in the middle of Watford.

What’s the best piece of advice you’ve had?

What Chekhov wrote to his actress wife, Olga Knipper: “Take life step by step, slowly, slowly, pace by pace, and leave the competition to others.”

What was your first “I’ve made it” moment?

After Birdsong came out, I was on a rammed commuter escalator, and suddenly someone just shouted, “Eddie Redmayne!” Nobody knew who that was, but because this guy was just shouting and pointing, everyone turned and looked. 

Have you ever stolen anything from set?

After The Theory of Everything, I stole the clicker that Stephen Hawking [had] – not his actual one but our prop one – to make his computer speak. I may or may not have stolen the suitcase from the last Fantastic Beasts movie.

📸 by Greg Williams Photography at The Ritz London Hotel (HD)

[raybeetle]

im so mad at people who think time travel will ever exist. thats not how physics works buddy I would know (im 13 and have never studied physics in my life, however, due to an intense ego, I believe that everything my brain tells me is true because it sounds true) you are not larger than the universe you cant just grab fucking time like that and fuck with it. how would you even calculate where to go? the universe isn’t sentient or a thing it doesn’t register your HUMAN MORTAL concepts of time. you cant just tell your machine to go to 2009[1] and it’ll understand what the fuck youre talking about . shut the fuck up. listen I have childish dreams and ambitions too but you know what im NOT. an OPTIMIST. you are NOT time traveling. these are also the same reasons for visual snow and why teleportation isnt possible as well.

in 2009 stephen hawking (rip king i miss you I dont care about epsteins island you will always be in my heart) made a party for time travellers, after the party ended he released the invites . nobody showed up of course. or DID THEY? maybe they showed up but told Stephen hawking not to tell anyone they did because that could fuck up the timeline? No they didn’t. time travel isnt real. go fuck yourself hawking. love you though!

[abr]

In realtà gli atei "antichi" sono molto meglio di quelli moderni, alla Antinori poveretto, e dei loro argomenti "C'è La TeOriA deLlE stringhe!".

Penso a Stephen Hawkings, RIP, uno degli atei più degni di rispetto: mi "dimostra" (concettualmente) come l'origine del Tutto possa essere attribuita a fluttuazioni quantistiche di energia del Nulla, concludendo (quote) "non serve postulare un Dio per spiegare la Creazione". Solo che senza volerlo lo postula pure lui, spostando il problema: sta dicendo che le Leggi della dinamica quantistica sono prefissate rispetto a spaziotempo e Nulla, esistono "prima" ...

[greatcupcakeluminary]

I'm allowed to be grateful and still complain. I'm allowed to be human.

I'm tired of having a severe disability like Friedreich's Ataxia. I'm tired of depending on the government to survive, and having to spend it all at the each of the end of the month just to survive. I want to have enough to spoil myself and go out, not be trapped in a house due to abusive and jealous family members. My genetic disorder makes me hard to have any kind of balance, motor coordination, muscle fatigue, etc. I drop things all the time and get screamed for it even though it's out of my control and even though it's hard for me to crouch and clean up. My own sibling abused me in public and controls me, and no one said anything. Not one person. That's why I avoid traveling with her. I used to have a brother who supported me and helped, and now he's so influenced by her nastiness and aggression that he takes her side. When I tried asking for help with people in the past, they'd do nothing or sit back. Same with police officers. People online forget that I have a genetic disorder when they talk to me so they expect me to do things like other people (I refuse to have my own disability erased for the comfort of others. I refuse to accommodate others when I'm the one who needs it. I'm no Stephen Hawking but I'm still pretty smart). I'm tired of having friends or partners ripped from me because of jealousy. I'm tired of being messed with by jerks because they only see my attractive appearance and not my soul. I'm tired of being helped, and then the same person shortly after turns around and messes with me further. I don't even know who genuinely loves me, at this point I only trust dogs or animals.

Thank God for asexuality. Thank God I still can physically stand and walk on two legs even if I have to use a walker.

Anyway, I'm crossing my fingers that one day everything will turn around and get better.

One day.

[insertmeaningfulusername]

9 people you would like to get to know better

Thank you for the tag dear @belgianreader2 🥰

1. Three Ships: going with Elizabeth Shaw x Meredith Vickers, Luke Skywalker x Pretty Much Anyone (he's such a bicycle bless him), and Riley x Ellie from The Last of Us

2. First ever ship: drawing a major blank rn... I think it might've been Joshler (RIP my rpf bandom phase)

3. Last song: The Path by Gustavo Santaolalla

4. Last movie: I think it was Three Thousand Years of Longing.

5. Currently reading: A Brief History of Time by Stephen Hawking

6. Currently watching: The Mandalorian and The Clone Wars and theoretically Andor lmao

7. Currently consuming: Jamaica-flavoured ice cream (all I know is that there's rum and raisins)

8. Currently craving: More time for walks in the forest and also motivation for me to start writing the several-pages assignment that's due on Monday

Tagging as always without obligation @fullmetalcarer @saathi1013 @doublechocolate @cam-elot @tatooinedays @veelawings @krispyscreams @elwenyere @synthwwavve

[gettothestabbing]

#Art#Illustration#Design#Comics#Film#TV#Television#Music#Mary Tyler Moore#Stan Lee#Bruce Lee#Burt Reynolds#Roy Clark#David Cassidy#Robin Williams#Adam West#Stephen Hawkings#Margo Kidder#RIP#Bill Sienkiewicz

The Portraiture Of Bill Sienkiewicz

[joshrgomez]

it’s only atheist who are gay. It’s hardly to rarely anyone Christian. At least!! A Christian acknowledges their hormones and lifestyle being bad. Just like a drunk or a drug addict or a whore lives theirs. Christians usually believe we come from God speaking life into existence. An explosion did happen!!! THAT IS AGREED AND PROVEN. BY RELIGION. LMAOO. EINSTEIN WAS AND IS CHRISTIAN. HE BELIEVES IN A DIVINE.

I can care less what Stephen Hawkings or Bill Nye’s pedophile faggot ass has to say about where I come from and who I am. IM MEXICAN. I COME FROM MEXICO. IM SPEAKING THAT FROM AND FOR MYSELF ONLY.

ALL THAT OTHER SHIT WAS EXPLAINING WHY I BELIEVE I DONT COME FROM MONKEYS. IM NOT BELIEVING IN A RACIST WHITE MANS THEORY. I BELIEVE IN JESUS CHRIST. I THINK GOD SPOKE PEOPLE INTO EXISTENCE. PANGEA EXISTED. PEOPLE SPOKE DIFFERENT LANGUAGES AFTER GOD SAID SO. We migrated to Mexico. I’m Mexican.

I’m indigenous my grandparents know Aztec. RIP. I know the locals at the pyramids. I’m Mexican I’m from Mexico. Might have come from an Eden. I’m Mexican. All I have to say. About my origins on being Hispanics and why I believe that. I don’t think it was as simple or STUPID as the bearing straight

[heylittlebird]

RIP

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet.” Stephen Hawking

[mtsainthelens]

rip stephen hawking, vera rubin, sally ride, carl sagan, and especially dave mcgowan you wouldve loved this

[1st-1]

Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet

Stephen Hawking (1942-2018)