#arnie hammer

[murderbabyx]

Is it just me that thinks arnie hammer is just kinky af and other people just don't get it....

[yuesya]

“Hey! Over here!”

There’s a heavy storm going on; black thunderclouds rolling across the skies and blotting out the heavens above. The rain is so heavy that it’s impossible to make out individual droplets –it feels like there are bucketfuls of water hammering them down into the muddy ground, making each step forward more of a struggle than it already is.

Luckily, it seems that Arni had managed to find a small cave ahead, perfect for waiting out the torrential tempest. Brynja pauses to make sure that none of the children are falling behind, waving her other clansmen onward ahead of herself–

Lightning flashes, illuminating the terrible darkness. For one moment, Brynja can see in perfect detail the weariness on her clansmen’s faces, the tremble in their frames even as they grit their teeth and force themselves to move forward–

And, to the hills behind them, there is a white-haired stranger standing in the rain.

What?

Brynja is one of her tribe’s best archers; her eagle eyes don’t lie. For a single instant beneath the lightning’s glow, Brynja sees a white-haired stranger standing stock-still in the middle of a dangerous storm, and–

And Brynja is moving before she knows it.

“Asco, take over for me for a minute!”

“Brynja, you fucking–”

Asco’s words are drowned in the rumbling thunder that echoes around them, a terrifying roar that Brynja can physically feel down to her bones.

But Brynja is not called fleet-footed for nothing. She reaches her goal swiftly enough.

“Hey! You alright, stranger?” Brynja calls out as she approaches, “This storm is strong and dangerous to wait out with no cover. Would you like to seek shelter with us?”

Even through the gloom of darkness, the stranger’s silhouette is clearly visible –particularly so now that Brynja has closed the distance between them. It startles Brynja to realize that this is quite a young girl, lost and stranded by herself in the middle of a storm like this. Had she been separated from her own clan?

The thought strikes a pang of sympathy within her; Brynja herself was a lost child who’d been fortunate enough to be accepted into her clan when one of their scouts had come across her. Her memories of those times are faded, but there are faint snippets and pieces that she remembers from living like a wild child in the woods.

“Are you lost?” Brynja gentles her voice. “My clan can help.”

For a moment, the white-haired child does not respond. Then, the young girl moves, turning around–

“I’m not lost.”

–and oh, she’s quite pretty, isn’t she? There’s something that’s almost scary about those blue eyes of hers, too; Brynja is a seasoned hunter, and yet even just an idle gaze is enough to send shivers down her spine.

But this does not change the fact that she’s a child.

“If you’re not lost, then why are you standing by yourself in this storm like this?” Brynja coaxes patiently.

“… his voice.”

The wind whips wildly around them; Brynja had lost most of those words just now. “What?”

“I was listening for his voice,” the girl repeats herself quietly.

… She was listening for someone’s voice? In the middle of a storm?

Brynja feels a sudden burst of pity for the child, “There’s no one else out here, child.”

The strange girl shakes her head, “No. He’s still here.”

Brynja thinks that she’s starting to put the facts together: The girl had gotten separated from her clan in this storm, and was listening for a familiar voice in order to find her family. But as far as Brynja is aware, she and her clan are the only other humans around this part of the woods, so the girl must be quite lost.

But, it should be alright. “Even if you’re looking for someone, there’s no point getting yourself sick in the rain like this. Your clan must be headed for that new settlement around these parts too, right?”

“… New settlement?”

“Yup,” Brynja nods. “That’s where my clan is headed, too –apparently the god of these lands is powerful enough to keep their people safe from roaming beasts, so we’re also here to seek sanctuary, gods willing. If your people are headed for the same destination, then you’ll definitely be able to reunite with them there.”

The girl looks at Brynja for a moment, then turns away. “That’s unnecessary.”

Brynja huffs, “Now’s not the time for pointless pride; this storm is dangerous–”

Lightning flashes again. Brynja finds herself freezing, words cutting off on their own in her throat, because…

Why? Why is the girl smiling?

A soft little smile, no more than a slight curve of pale lips on a pale face.

“No storm is dangerous to me.”

… What does that mean? Brynja opens her mouth to ask–

“Brynja! Gods, Brynja, why did you suddenly just take off like that?”

Brynja whirls around, “Asco? Why are you–”

“Do you really need to ask that?” her fellow hunter gives her a withering look, then rolls his eyes and grabs her by the wrist. “C’mon, you’re the last one, let’s get out of this goddamned rain already.”

“Wait, wait, wait!” Brynja struggles against her friend’s grip, “We need to help the kid–”

“What kid?”

“Are you blind? There’s a little girl… right… here…?”

Brynja trails off slowly. Because in the spot where that strange white-haired girl had been standing, there’s no one at all.

There’s nothing but empty rain, falling incessantly from the heavens.

Asco frowns, and reaches his other hand up to press against her forehead. “You’re not running a fever, are you?”

“I’m not hallucinating and seeing things!” Brynja knows what she saw. And she’d literally just been talking to the girl! … Even though the girl had somehow just… managed to disappear in the blink of an eye. What was up with that?

“If you say so,” Asco responds dubiously.

Brynja scowls, and kicks him in the shin.

“Motherfu–”

[dynared]

I've been hammering on Transformers Earthspark a lot lately (partially because I think the Energon Universe has shown the fandom there's a better way to bring in new fans and excite older ones), but even beyond the superiority of the Energon Universe and the hope it gets animated one day, something I've discussed with people that annoys me about it is that while the show is not devoid of good ideas, it often pays mere lip-service to them, and is shockingly insistent on tackling concepts it does not have the ability to tackle. Case in point, an episode around Kali of all things.

Kali, for those of you who don't know (because it's not like Earthspark bothered to explain it!) AKA Arnis or Escrima, is a Filipino martial art based on both weapons and hand-to-hand combat, favoring sticks and knives. It actually became popular in the martial arts community when Dan Inosanto, a student (some would argue the most prolific student) of the late Bruce Lee, began teaching it alongside Jeet Kune Do as part of his "JKD Concepts", an attempt to expand Bruce's Jeet Kune Do with additional ideas from other martial arts. The old Fight Quest show on the Discovery Channel tackled Kali in its second episode, showing training methodologies and the philosophy behind the art with the two hosts, including an ending where the hosts have to engage in sparring with stick fighting, which is as rough as it sounds.

Now Kali gets bought up in Earthspark as part of Alex Malto's Filipino background, but the show does virtually nothing with it, other than Alex waxing poetic about his heritage in one episode and then hitting a few Arachnamecs. You'd think that the idea of training the Terrans in a native martial art would have a lot of potential, especially since Cybertron in certain continuities has martial arts, particularly Metallikato and Circuit-Su. But instead, the concept is dropped almost immediately, making it seem like mere window dressing to show that the show is "diverse" rather than actually having some substance with the main plot.

The idea seems pretty simple to integrate. Have the Terrans be put in a situation where they would deem learning a martial art necessary, either a poor performance on the field, their instructors telling them that their skills in close-range-combat are poor, or being forced to fight someone like Bludgeon or Drift, a Metallikato practitioner who the Terrans feel outmatched by and who Alex volunteers to train in kali so they can fight their opponent on an even footing. Hell, that could be directly linked to the whole issue of culture, with the Terrans finding kali far less flashy than Metallikato and kind of lame, only for its effectiveness to show itself in combat.

And while Kali isn't the only example of such, it's probably the biggest example of the issues with shows that are surface-level in their concepts, and why Earthspark seems to have utterly failed to capture the imagination of kids and casual audiences.

[accihoe]

I have a headache that hurts like ass. Only thing that helps is the RHCP. So here's my first publicly posted Anthony fic.

Pairing: Anthony Kiedis x fem!reader

Summary: She helps him through a migraine.

Warnings: throwing up. Swearing

A/n: my account died overnight, like some posts get zero likes. So I'm positive this won't reach anyone, and ik the tumblr writers aren't too fond of writing for Anthony.

Xxxx

When he woke up that morning, the telltale signs were screaming. His neck ached, his skin felt uncomfortable, and his head throbbed with a dull ache. Did I drink? He thought, sitting up. The movement caused a wave of nausea to rush through him.

Anthony looked around the apartment room, desperate for any trashcan or bowl or anything. The stupid apartment floor had one bathroom for 5 people to share. The nausea slowly calmed down. His hair clung to his forehead, which was drenched in sweat. He brought a palm to his forehead, wiping the hair away from his hot skin. Bad move.

His forehead felt like it had been hit with a numbing and uncomfortable sensation across the sensitive skin, and another wave of nausea arose. He decided he'd have to make his way to the bathroom. The walk there was painful.

The light hurt his eyes, and every noise was too loud. With every step he took, the nausea became worse. Eventually, he was dragging himself along the wall. Where is Flea? Where is Flea? Where is Flea? He thought to himself. A door opened, and his heart sped up. Please don't let it be her. Pleas-

"Anthony?"

He heard her angelic voice call. The magnitude of it sent a pang through his head, and he curled deeper into himself, on the verge of bringing up whatever was in his stomach.

"Tony, hey, you alright?"

She crept closer. The thud of her bare feet against the carpeted floors hit his head like a hammer, and the nausea became unbearable. He was so close to the bathroom. His voice strained as he tried to speak, and every gross thing he ever ate came to mind. He doubled over, arms crossed over his stomach as he retched.

"O-oh-"

Was all Y/N managed to get out. Her heart pounded as her brain shut down for a moment. She shook her head, jogging to the bathroom. The door was locked. She tugged on it, banging the door.

"What!? I'm in here!"

Arnold, the divorced 55 year old called.

"Arnie please just hand me the bin! Please, its an emergency!"

"What you gonna be sick or something?"

She heard the water shut off.

"Yes- well, not me... just give me the bin!"

The door opened moments later, and a hand stuck out, holding out an old plastic bin that's color had worn out. Y/N took it, muttering a rushed thanks as she ran to her friend, who was kneeling on the carpet. He grabbed the bin from her just in time, hiding his face in it as he brought up what was in his stomach.

Y/N kneeled next to him, moving his hair away and stroking his back. She sent a nervous smile to the traumatized old lady who walked by.

"Ant, baby, lets get you out of the passage huh?"

He shook his head as another wave of nausea wrecked through his body.

"Tastes fuckin' awful..."

He mumbled. Y/N chuckled, shifting so that she was sitting down.

"Too much to drink?"

"No, wasn't even drinkin' las' night.."

She tilted her head, concerned.

"Ant come. Let's go to your room."

She urged, having to have given yet another awkward smile to someone who passed the corridor. Arnold, who lived for drama, burst out of the door as soon as he could, shirt on back to front and his jeans inside out. Y/N suppressed a giggle.

"Poor kid." He tutted.

Arnold gathered his things and walked past them. Finally, she was able to help her singer friend to his feet. He clung to the bin like a lifeline as she guided him to his room, hand on the small of his back. The light hurt.

Once inside, she hung towels over the light curtains, shoving some at the bottom of the door in an attempt to drain out any sound.

"You've probably got a migraine."

She noted as he got onto the bed. He hummed, squeezing his eyes shut.

"Fuck. Everything hurts."

She sat at the side of the bed, sympathetically stroking his arm.

"I'll be here if you need me."

"What 'bout work?"

"It's my day off."

Though a pang of guilt swarmed in his chest, his selfishness was grateful that he had her a whole day to himself. With a squeeze to his wrist, she got up, going to the tiny kitchen.

"Ant, baby, block your ears. I'm going to boil the kettle."

"Are you fucking nuts?"

"I read in a health magazine that coffee helps with migraines."

"Oh..."

He plugged his ears with his middle fingers, biting down on his teeth, even that hurt. A few minutes later, she arrived with coffee and a warm cloth.

She laid it under his neck, dabbing the sides of his neck. She helped him to take a few sips of the coffee.

"'M good for it.."

He mumbled.

"Yeah, cowboy."

She spoke softly.

"Get some shut eye. I'll be here."

He did as told, his eyes fluttering shut. Within moments, he was out cold.

[hagbrigade]

i cannot and will not stand for matt bomer slander… he is not the same as Henry Cecil not by a long shot… matt bomer will be getting an egot by the time he’s 50 and Henry cabin will still be doing movies with Arnie hammer

[vrbanmouse]

Hammer Girl from The Raid sequel is a huge inspiration for Mouse's weapons of choice and fighting style (along with Arnis/Eskrima).

[mpreghotties]

Rafael Silva swallowed Arnie hammer while

[xdaddysprincessxx]

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[msclaritea]

Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy: The Story Within A Story

In Tinker, Control resigns his post on November 14, 1973. I thought Control to be an odd name, and I know how dates are very important to the Brits. They lost Control....control of what? Recall all of the references to Gold, Gold Dust, Treasure, so on.

The full description of dropping the Bretton Wood structure makes it clear that Connelly was behind the push to remove gold reserves.

According to Wiki, the Nixon Shock as it was called has calamitous results:

The Nixon Shock has been widely considered to be a political success, but an economic failure for bringing on the 1973–1975 recession, the stagflation of the 1970s, and the instability of floating currencies.[citation needed] The dollar plunged by a third during the 1970s. According to the World Trade Review's report "The Nixon Shock After Forty Years: The Import Surcharge Revisited", Douglas Irwin reports that for several months, U.S officials could not get other countries to agree to a formal revaluation of their currencies.[citation needed] The German Mark appreciated significantly after it was allowed to float in May 1971. Further, the Nixon Shock unleashed enormous speculation against the dollar. It forced Japan's central bank to intervene significantly in the foreign exchange market to prevent the yen from increasing in value. Within two days August 16–17, 1971, Japan's central bank had to buy $1.3 billion to support the dollar and keep the yen at the old rate of ¥360 to the dollar. Japan's foreign exchange reserves rapidly increased: $2.7 billion (30%) a week later and $4 billion the following week. Still, this large-scale intervention by Japan's central bank could not prevent the depreciation of US dollar against the yen. France also was willing to allow the dollar to depreciate against the franc, but not allow the franc to appreciate against gold. Even much later, in 2011, Paul Volcker expressed regret over the abandonment of Bretton Woods: "Nobody's in charge," Volcker said. "The Europeans couldn't live with the uncertainty and made their own currency and now that's in trouble."

A note about Armand Hammer, the grandfather of actor, Arnie Hammer. An American of Soviet descent, he was singlehandedly responsible for the reviving of the Soviet Union. As for Billy Graham...

Mendel: "My friend just wants peace and quiet to work, Mrs. Pope-Graham. No Disturbances."

To Smiley: "Real name is just Graham. Added the Pope for a touch of class."

2005

"Billy Graham. We know that his messages are solid gospel. Few in or out of the Christian World have not heard of him. Since 1949 he has held the spotlight as the most prominent evangelist in Christendom. He has just finished his 416th crusade in Pasadena, California that drew over 300,000 people in four days. 13,000+ responded to his altar calls. Graham is now 86 years old and has one more crusade scheduled in New York City next year, health permitting.

The Pasadena crusade was on the anniversary of his first Los Angeles revival 55 years ago. It was after that meeting that Graham was "kissed by William Randolph Hearst" according to Dr Cathy Burns in her book, Billy Graham and His Friends. This meant that Hearst had decided to promote Graham's ministry in his nationwide chain of newspapers.

Immediately, reporters and photographers were crawling all over the Graham meetings. Front page articles began to appear in the leading local papers wherever Graham held meetings. One reporter was assigned full time to travel with Graham's team.

In 1991, Graham claimed that this sudden attention remained a mystery. Burns describes a more complex scenario. Regardless, the publicity propelled Graham into the national, if not international, limelight.

Jesus warned, "Woe unto you, when all men shall speak well of you." Over the years, Graham became the friend of presidents and kings, a beloved "America's Pastor."

But the fame came with a price. In his book, Smokescreens, written in 1983, Jack Chick describes how Roman Catholic leaders viewed and used Graham as a key player in their ecumenical plans. As early as 1965, he was a guest speaker at Catholic Belmont Abbey College in North Carolina where he received an honorary doctor's degree. A college official's letter describes Graham's address as "theologically sound" as may have been given by "any other Catholic preacher." The letter further states, "I would state that he could bring Catholics and Protestants together in a healthy ecumenic spirit." Graham was also speaking at several other Catholic colleges at that time..."

Connelly was said to be on secret peace mission with Hammer. Richard Nixon gave a speech that talks of 'the challenge of peace' in unveiling his new economic plan. In Tinker, Irina is taken and killed by Russia. Irina means Peace.

John Le Carré really is a genius writer because this was brilliant.

[cantstayawaycani]

Another woc here, ty for your intellectual honesty! For a lot of women the situation will be very triggering - reminds me of Arnie Hammer in some ways actually. As a black woman there is also a lot of emotional and social labor unrecognised and unappreciated in being in communities.. Take the time for yourself if you can.

I'm glad I saw this before I try to go to bed.

Thank you. I'm sure you know, but I can't even begin to tell you how hard it is to catch myself and rejigger my way of thinking on a regular basis. Being a progressive person, especially a feminist, is constant work. It's not easy. It never will be. Other women will tell you to piss off. And that rejection can be a hard pill to swallow.

I am constantly looking internally to check myself. I look to the work of others to set as a barometer for my own progression.

Today, just by happenstance, one of my favorite womanists, Kimberly Nicole Foster, posted this on her For Harriet YT channel:

Black feminism teaches us to love men even when they ain't sh**. |

She is speaking specifically to the symbiotic relationship BW have to BM, and how hard it is to be both a feminist, AND a pro black, anti-racist idealist as a Black Woman when the men we love don't love us. It HURTS when we are rejected by and abused by the men we want to save and love.

In the case of Tenoch -- he is not black, but a persecuted dark skinned man of color. I REALLY wanted to believe that he was for us. He could be -- down the road. But I can't save him. I gotta let my idea of who that man is GO.

Thank you for recognizing what this took -- to do this work publicly. To go through this back and forth with myself where everyone could see it.

All I want is to be honest and fair, learn, grow, and treat people with kindness and respect.

[number1girl]

not cat marnell defending arnie hammer lmfao

[peerieweirdo]

on the anne hathaway/prozac post: you're talking about arnie hammer and that's not what happened rlly. no like human remains or shit. basically he was doing some nasty things and repeatedly coercively involving people in violent bdsm/bdsm fantasy. part of that was talking a lot about committing cannibalism. he did not in fact eat people but was in fact pretty predatory and unpleasant. and cannibalism memes are fun to clown on him.

okay so it turns out i was thinking of the remains of three woman who were found near a construction site armie hammer worked on in 2020

which is definitely circumstantial evidence but when taken into account with the accusations… i mean…….

[carpe-mamilia]

From Wikipedia:

Þrídrangaviti Lighthouse was constructed during 1938 and 1939. It was originally built by hand without machinery, and it was accessible only by scaling the tallest of the three rocky stacks, whose top is 36.5 metres (120 ft) above the sea. It was built under the direction of Árni Þórarinsson [Arni G. Thorarinsson], who recruited experienced mountaineers to scale the sea stack. Their climbing tools did not allow them to bite into the rock near the top, and there were no handholds, so they made a three-person "human stack" - one man on his knees, a second on top of him, and a third one climbing on the second one - for the final pitch. According to Þórarinsson: "The first thing we had to do was create a road up to the cliff. We got together experienced mountaineers, all from the Westman Islands. Then we brought drills, hammers, chains and clamps to secure the chains. Once they got near the top there was no way to get any grip on the rock so one of them got down on his knees, the second stood on his back, and then the third climbed on top of the other two and was able to reach the nib of the cliff above. I cannot even tell you how I was feeling whilst witnessing this incredibly dangerous procedure." The crew stayed on the rock in tents for a month, during the construction. Electricity was installed three years later. The lighthouse was commissioned on 5 July 1942, during WWII. A��helipad for helicopter access was added in the 1950s.

The Thridrangar (Þrídrangar) Lighthouse in Iceland.

[holidayvisa]

16 March 2024 - Woke up at 6:45 am and dragged myself out of bed. I got on the motorbike and rode to Cam's house. Cam offered me some toast with cheese and tomatoes for breakfast. I ate my toast, grabbed the keys to the van, and drove to Auckland. I got to the sky tower and found my clients, three college-aged kids from Utah, Zach, Cora, and Shennai. When I found out that they were from Utah, we bonded over that! They'd heard of Lambs Knoll and Yankee Doodle Canyon! Zach had climbed in and around Zion, and Cora mountain biked all over Moab. In the car ride, we sang along to the "Hercules" soundtrack playing on my ipod from 2007. We stopped at the top of Piha for a quick photo of the beautiful beach and Lion Rock with a clear blue sky above.

When I opened up the AWOL shed in Piha, I found the afghan that Elise had left for me! Agh, she's so sweet!

They were all capable and fit clients. We crushed the hike up to the top of Kitekite in like 10 minutes or something like that. The whole day was cruisy and easy. When we got to the final abseil of the canyon, the marker rock was submerged. Uh-oh.

Some background - Piha Canyon is safe to do at low flows. When there's a lot of rain, the flows will increase. Descending Piha Canyon at higher flows is still very safe for the first three abseils, but the fourth abseil (the one that goes right down the center of the full flow of the waterfall) can be questionable at higher flows. The guides have a marker rock that we use to determine if the flow is at a safe level or not. When the marker rock is out of the water, we continue descending down the fourth abseil. But when the marker rock is submerged, we bail out of the canyon before the fourth abseil because the flow is higher than normal.

Today, the marker rock was just barely submerged. Like, the top of the marker rock was less than a centimeter below the surface of the creek. I looked at the marker rock, and I said to the clients, "I've got bad news, you guys. The marker rock is submerged, so we can't continue down the canyon. We're going to have to hike down to the bottom." We all looked down the waterfall at the heavy flow of the waterfall hammering down the fourth abseil. The clients were bummed. I debated with myself about whether this was an appropriate time to break the rules. "These clients are capable," I said to myself. "Do you guys feel comfortable doing this?" All three of them nodded their heads yes. "Okay, let's do it!"

I gave them the talk about the fourth abseil, stressing that it's important to stay calm and not panic if water is hammering them in the face. I also told them that I was going to lower them, and that they wouldn't be in control of their own descent. They all agreed that that made sense. One-by-one, I lowered them down the abseil, and they were whooping and woohoo-ing the whole way down! They LOVED it! I LOVED it! It felt pretty badass to abseil down the waterfall, just getting smacked by the water, the force of the waterfall pushing down on you, beating down on your head, shoulders, arms, and legs. Everyone did so well, and I felt really good about my decision to continue down the fourth abseil instead of bailing out of the canyon before the fourth abseil. We finished out the canyon, and the clients said that this was one of their favorite guided trips ever! I drove the clients to Piha Beach, and while they were walking on the beach, I picked up a sleeping bag, a sleeping pad, and a tent at Elise's house. I drove the clients back towards Auckland, stopping at my house to drop off some wetsuits and harnesses and gear. I dropped them off at their hotel in Auckland, then returned the van to Cam's house.

I drove the motorbike home to Henderson, and Jimmy and I loaded up his car with all the canyoning gear and camping gear. Jimmy and Arnie were detangling the lights that Jimmy had bought for our upcoming barbeque. Jimmy said, "I look like a bloody Christmas tree, and it's not even Christmastime, mate!"

Jimmy and I drove to Coromandel! We saw the beautiful sunset as we drove towards Sleeping God Canyon.

We stopped in Bombay for some kebabs for dinner; we ate on the road. We arrived at Trestle View Campsite at the Kauaerunga Valley road end. We ate our kebabs in the warmth of Jimmy's car while waiting for Jordan and Wilson to show up.

When Jordan and Wilson arrived in Wilson's van, they invited us to come hang out in their van. We all four of us hung out in the back of Wilson's van, chatting and talking about canyoning, hearing about Jordan's and Wilson's day through Bull's Run/Rangihau Canyon today. We hung out in their van for over an hour, just hanging out and enjoying each other's company. It was super fun; I wish I had a photo capturing that. At a certain point, sometime around 11 pm, Wilson gave us a subtle New Zealander hint to GTFO of his van. Jimmy said that he "couldn't be bothered to set up the tent tonight," so he planned to just sleep in his car. That did NOT sound comfortable to me, so I set off looking around the campsite for two suitable trees. I set up my hammock! I slept in my hammock for the first time in a LONG time! I can't even remember the last time I slept in my hammock. I think it might have been March of 2022 during my WFR course in Kanab, UT. Anyway, I LOVED sleeping in my hammock. I was so warm and cozy, snuggled in my sleeping bag in my cocoon of a hammock.

I'm thankful for capable and fun clients. I'm grateful for a wonderful and fun day in Piha Canyon. I'm grateful that the clients I had today were the right clients for descending the fourth abseil at a higher-than-normal flow. I'm grateful for Jimmy and for our roadtrip down to Coromandel. I'm grateful to Wilson and Jordan for sharing their van space with us and hanging out with us before bedtime.

[saint-starflicker]

I don't write it because I don't ever know the canon, but I guess if for some reason I ever wrote a memoir then I'd have to. But at some point knowing the canon and then thinking "what can I do in fiction to this real life person that I personally know" is too big a gear shift (it's weird; as an impulse in my mind it does not fit) that I'm only okay with if they've been dead for however long it takes for a graverobber to become an archaeologist. Historical fiction about Isaac Newton doing some political intrigue is fine by me.

I've read some very entertaining fanfictions about like... television actors getting teleported to a dimension in which they are their characters, while the characters get teleported in to the "real world" and have to pretend to be the actors that play them in a television shoot. Obviously, that's not libel because it's very clearly fiction.

And I respect Casey McQuiston's RPF phase, as regrettable as the characterization of Arnie Hammer turned out to be (we never know the canon when it comes to RPF!)—it was a common response to the celebrity persona characterization that the entertainment industry does also sell and that we do frequently believe in and buy. Following that inspiration could be important to developing artistic expression for original works from that same author that we now have.

...And I find a lot of very concerning conduct around celebrities that I can't help but conflate with a sort of RPF that refuses to get labeled as RPF, that appalling entitlement to an actor or musician or whatever to be a certain way—as if they are a fictional character at the same time as being a personal friend. The fact is they are only having a career, and they don't know you, and don't owe you. So that's when I get worried about people living and thinking in "RPF" without setting the parameters of that: how it's only what you think about another person that could be interesting in a fiction, that must get labeled appropriately and never ever sent to the celebrity that it's about. Without those parameters, it becomes libel or harassment, or both.

RPF: Real person fanfiction. Fanfiction about actual real people.

This is only asking about RPF that does NOT contain smut since that's a somewhat different conversation.

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