Deadpool V Gambit (2016)
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Our Flag Means Death creator David Jenkins
Great interview (not that I'm surprised: Ben Blacker is a great interviewer).
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Ben Blacker wrote this about Jenny Klein and the Supernatural writing room
For those curious, he and his writing partner wrote The Mentalists, 7.07.
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Name: Dec Hansen
Pronouns: he/him
Era: First Order
Appears in: Join the Resistance trilogy
Dec Hansen was a scavenger and tinkerer who, with his droid "brother" AG-90, joined the Resistance as part of J-Squadron. He was a charming troublemaker and fiercely loyal to his friends. While not made explicit in canon, co-author Ben Blacker stated that he wrote Dec as a gay character, alluding to this through Dec's story about being "different from everyone else" and quotes other characters ("I've never known him to like a girl. It's just not how he is.")
Fun fact: Dec is the first gay character in a Star Wars children's book!
Check out Dec's video profile here.
Full profile under the cut:
Dec Hansen was a teenage member of the Resistance during the time of the First Order. He grew up on Ques, a damp, marshy planet in Huttspace. Dec used to be an only child, but his mother gifted him with a droid: AG-90. AG-90 and Dec were brothers from then on out, and they both joined the Resistance and trained to be pilots.
Dec appeared in the junior novel series Join the Resistance by Ben Acker and Ben Blacker. He was a scrapper, a tinkerer, a charmer, and a talented troublemaker. You’d usually find him with a smirk on his face, ready to undermine authority or talk his way out of trouble – which he was really good at.
Dec was fiercely loyal, and valued his friends and family over anything else. Once Dec considered you a friend, he’d be on your side no matter what. He was a committed member of the Resistance and a strong advocate for his squad, arguing that what made them different is what made them good rebels.
And Dec knows what it means to feel different. In book two of the series, Dec tells a story about how when he was younger, he started to realize that he was different from all the kids around him, and that he kept this difference secret because he thought his friends and family would hate him if they knew. Eventually, with the help of AG-90, he told his parents, friends, and other people around, and they loved him just the same.
In August 2018, author Ben Blacker confirmed on Twitter that Dec is gay.
There are other hints throughout the books that suggest that Dec is gay. His best friend, Sari, says that “she’s never known Dec to like a girl. It’s just not how he is.” Others are more vague, and could certainly be said or done by a straight character too. For example, he kissed one of the boys in his squad’s cheek, and told his brother: “Ain’t no way you’re handsomer than me. I’m real pretty.”
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supernatural s7e7 the mentalists (w. ben acker, ben blacker)
*sad trombone*
it's like. an actual view of an actual screen in daylight aka it's dark as shit. that's funny. you better fix your shit with sammy, my dude.
this looks like it's gonna be not great. brightly lit and colorful, never a good sign. oh... god. sam is here? i think i might need to read the plot summary in advance on this one.
his hair is lookin kinda limp and greasy. is it sad/mad sam hair? (doubtful)
WAITER
Fantastic. You are a virile manifestation of the divine.
all right.
rex manning? (no)
MELANIE
Well, I honestly read people. It's just less woo woo, more body language. Like you two – long-time partners, but, um… a lot of tension. [Gestures to SAM.] You're pissed. [Gestures to DEAN.] And you're stressed. It's not brain surgery.
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JIMMY
A loss weighs on you. You're angry. It's complicated. Come see me, Agent.
for all the buildup that felt so contrived of this stabbing jewel staite and lying about it conflict and now they're doing the, oh those bickering brothers sort of comic relief about them fighting... is weird.
watched an interesting documentary about miss cleo while painting here recently, called "call me miss cleo" (trailer)
hey hey someone from yellowjackets! i've watched s1 twice but haven't started s2. maybe when i'm done with s2 of the bear.
yellowjackets - rukiya bernard as simone abra
MUSEUM GUIDE
Never ended well for the siblings.
DEAN
Why is that?
MUSEUM GUIDE
Mm, the strain of working together, or maybe just being around each other all their lives. Those two were the exception, actually – the Campbells. Got along famously. Of course, that was just a stage name. They weren't actually brothers. That was a cover for their, um... alternative lifestyle.
twofer there. get to make a comment about sibling conflict and a gay "joke". this is my unimpressed face
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Oh, the Fox sisters – among the founders of Lily Dale. Kate Fox – quite troubled, apparently, but mesmerizing onstage. She's said to be able to levitate objects and foretell one's death.
DEAN (to SAM)
That's her.
MUSEUM GUIDE
Her older sister, Margaret – perhaps not a natural psychic.
DEAN
So, full of crap.
MUSEUM GUIDE
Yes, well... she didn't have her sister's charisma, but she looked after Kate. Sometimes, one's true gift is taking care of others.
Mulder : Scully, you know that face I just showed you? I'm making it again.
this show does like to beat us over the head with a point
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I’m sorry, I don't normally do this during business hours, but do you know an Eleanor… or an Ellen? She seems quite concerned about you. She wants to tell you – pardon me – if you don't tell someone how bad it really is, she'll kick your ass from beyond. You have to trust someone again eventually.
that's a choice. and you know i have very soft feelings about ellen. rude. get to invoke ellen (and my feelings!) without even using the actress's voice or likeness 😔 glad dean pushed to talk about their issues with sam
DEAN
You almost got us both killed, so you can be pissed all you want, but quit being a bitch.
i feel like being pissed and being a bitch go hand in hand though
DEAN
But, uh, hey. You never know. It's not like you can tell the future, right?
MELANIE
Hmm.
i admit i am not immune to the hopeful little boy face he just made (though it's unfortunate that things are still leaning orange)
no-drink not-so-scenic car date to talk about feelings
SAM
What I'm saying is... I get why you did it. You were just trying to make sure no one else got hurt. But here's the thing. You can't just look me in the face and tell me you're fine. I mean, you're not sleeping, you drink for the record—
DEAN
Oh, here we go.
SAM
Look, whatever. Last one to preach, I know. But... Just be honest with me. How are those the actions of someone who knows they did the right thing?
DEAN
You want me to be honest?
SAM
Yeah.
DEAN
I went with my gut. And that felt right. I didn't trust her, Sam. Of course, ever since Cas, I'm having a hard time trusting anybody. And as far as how I've been acting... I don't know. Maybe it's 'cause I don't like lying to you. You know, it doesn't feel right. So, yeah, you got me there. I've been climbing the walls.
all right thank you. was it worth that fucking plotline dragging out for 5 episodes? mmm, hard no.
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Truly nothing like a Thrilling Adventure Hour show to give me the warm fuzzies. @fyeahthrillingadventurehour
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Five Senses Tag
Tagged by @winterandwords — Sorry it’s taken me so long to get on these! My summer has been so busy! Thanks!
I’m sharing some lines from an urban fantasy I drafted a while ago. I’m still not sure what I’m going to do with it. I MIGHT self publish it, not sure if I want to try and trad publish this one. We’ll see! Currently titled The Darkness Inherent
TASTE
All Ben had gleaned from the days spent with him was that Sera had a taste for fine food, expensive clothes, and that he charmed nearly everyone he talked to. Barely anything personal, and nothing about his family or where he was from: Hell, supposedly.
TOUCH
A cold, damp touch slid down the back of his neck, nails catching on his skin. Fingers closed around his wing and he jerked away, stumbling as the ooze sucked at his feet.
SMELL
On one side of the market flowers were being sold, mixing the smell of green things with the smell of fish from the other side of the market, where fishmongers shouted and sang and tossed fish to each other.
SIGHT
Though the space wasn’t the same as before, it was equally black—if not blacker—and that same prickling, wrong energy permeated everything. The surface under him was smooth as oiled glass, but reflected no light; there was no light.
SOUND
Something about this Teren made Sera’s skin crawl. He laughed silently, mouth splitting wider. In the back of his throat something moved, crawling over his tongue and past his teeth.
You know, sometimes I think “I’m not a horror writer, I prefer fantasy and sci-fi.” ANd then I reread some of things I’ve written and I’m like, no. No, this definitly has some horror.
(For the record TSOTE is getting queried as Sci-fi/Horror).
Tagging: @stanrendipity @lettersandinkstains
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if we’ve gotta live underground and everybody’s got cancer/ will poetry be enuf? // Eisa Davis to Ntozake Shange
dear ntozake,
I got sacks of mercury under the skin beneath my eyes
either cried too much or i’m abt to
the cool war’s burnin up my retina again
does poetry start where life ends?
i know i’m supposed to be cool:
i wear corrective lenses that feature
high definition tragedy.
baby in the dumpster ethnic cleansing
assassinations multinational mergers
i’m supposed to shake my head
write a poem
believe in ripples.
but i ain’t cool.
i emit inhuman noises
i imagine terrorist acts as i flick my imaginary ash
onto the imaginary tray
i imagine going insane with a purpose
and writing it down feels sorta unnecessary
does poetry end where life begins?
berkeley girl black girl red diaper baby
born of the blood of the struggle
but with reaganomics and prince pickin up steam in ‘81
nothing came between me and my calvins
10 yrs old unpressed hair playin beethoven
readin madeleine l’engle got scared in my pants when i heard
this girl testifying ‘TOUSSAINT’
in the black repertory group youth ensemble
i was just sittin in a rockin chair pretendin to be 82
and talkin like I knew all bout langston’s ‘rivers’
i wasn’t as good as her
and i definitely wadn’t cool
so i gave up drama
and decided to bake soufflés
zake
you wda beat me up in the playground
if we’da grown up together
and you did
eighth grade ‘he dropped em’
at the regional oratorical competition
i saw another fly honey rip it
this time it’s ‘a nite with beau willie brown’
i was bleedin on the ground
i became yours
no more soufflés
i jacked for colored girls right off my mama’s shelf
my mama fania who was sweatin with you
and raymond sawyer and ed mock
and halifu osumare
dancin on the grass back in the day
in you i found a groove
never knew i had one like that
did that monologue over and over
alone in my room
my bunk bed the proscenium arch
13 yrs old screamin and cryin abt my kids
gettin dropped out a window
didn't know a damn thing about rivers
but i knew abt my heart fallin five stories
you were never abbreviated or lower case to me
you just pimped that irony
that global badass mackadocious funkology
you not only had hígado
you had ben-wa balls in yr pussy
betsey brown on my godmother's couch
nappy edges in mendocino at the mouth of big river
spell #7 after the earthquake in silverlake
the love space demands had to be in brooklyn
yr poems are invitations to live in yr body
love letters yr admirers dream they coulda written themselves
no one cd find a category that was yr size
blackety black but never blacker than thou
you teased me into sassiness when i had none to speak of
made profane into sacred but never formed a church
sanctified women's lives
whether we were reading nietzsche or a box of kotex
we were magical and regular
you many-tongued st louis woman of barnard and barcelona
you left us the residue of yr lust
left us to wander life as freely as sassafrass cypress and indigo
and even the unedumacated could get yr virtuosity
cuz you always fried it up in grease
you built an aqueduct from lorraine hansberry's groundwater
and it bubbled straight to george c wolfe
you never read what the critics said
and you scrunched up the flesh between yr eyebrows
like everybody else in my family
but zake
is poetry enuf?
i beg the question cuz you grew me up
you and adrienne kennedy and anna deavere smith
and all my mothers
you blew out the candles on my 26th
so when there's mercury under the skin beneath my eyes
and the world ain't so cool
do you write a poem
or a will?
like leroi jones said if bessie smith had killed some white people
she wouldn't have needed that music
so do we all write like amiri baraka does
or do we all get our nat turner on?
i beg the question cuz i wanna get my life right
do some real work
and i really don't want to kill any white folk
i mean can we talk abt this
maybe it's just my red diaper that's itchin
but i still got that will to uplift the race
sans bootstraps or talented tenths or paper bag tests
this time we uplift the human race
and i know the rainbow might be
but is poetry enuf?
it's a naive question but i'm old enuf to ask them once in a while
if we do finally unload the canon
clean it out
stock up on some more colorful balls
ain't we only gettin the ones that are available at a store near you?
doesn't the market end up setting the new standards anyway?
is poetry enuf if it ain't sellin?
if ain't nobody readin it?
can poetry keep a man who can't read
from droppin his kids out a window?
and how can i call a ceasefire to this cool war
in stanzas of eights
when we've declared poetry a no fly zone?
we have learned to protect it and its potential politics
like a mother
shoot down anyone who might overdetermine a poem's meaning
(while we poets divebomb everyone else's politics with impunity
like we're the United States or something)
if poetry is just poetry
we save it from the conservatives
but doesn't that mean it's of no use to the progressives?
is poetry enuf?
cuz that's all i'm doin.
makin up stories on stage on the page
keepin the beat
and that's all my friends are doin
and that's what a lot of folks my age are doin
but if we've gone and burnt up everything in the sky
if there's nothin else to eat but landfill stroganoff
if we've gotta live underground and everybody's got cancer
will poetry be enuf?
my aunt angela says i can do my thang
and keep swinging left hooks to oppression
if i stay up stay into it stay involved
just one form of praxis will do.
it's just my guilt that thinks i need twenty-two
what's enuf?
shouldn't i (or somebody) be our secular bodhisattva
become a real power player but skip the talk show
can't we stabilize, rekindle collectives
and cooperatives and collaborations
therapeutic communities that double
as creative juggernauts
a publishing house a theatre where the plays
cost less than the movies
get the neighborhood coven back together
take dance breaks in the cubicles
sing until the flourescent lights burst into snow
i ask you because you changed me zake
you changed thousands of women
and i know poetry can't be enuf if you drunk
i ain't tryin ta walk off wid alla yr stuff
and i got nuttin but love for ya
so that's why i gotta know
i'm sittin on my bed encircled by every book
you've ever published
they're open like fans
marking pages with the flint of genius
all i want is for this circle to grow
so tell me:
is this where poetry and life are twins?
i felt so crumpled up when i started writing you
poetry seemed so useless and dingy
next to all the bright red bad news
but now that the poem is over i feel wide open
like an infant of the spring just tell me how
to feed this light
to my responsibilities
and poetry just might be enuf
love
eisa
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When I’ve done the work of day, and I row my boat away
Down the waters of Loch Tay as the evening lights are fading-
And I look upon Ben Lawers, where the after glory glows
And I think on two bright eyes, and a melting mouth below
She’s my beautious nighean ruadh! She’s my joy and sorrow, too
And although she is untrue, well, I cannot live without her-
For my heart’s a boat in tow, and I’d give the world to know
Why she means to let me go, as I sing , “Horee, horo!”
Nighean Ruadh, your lovely hair has more glamour I declare
Then all the tresses rare ‘tween Killin and Aberfeldy
Be they lint white, brown or gold, be they blacker than the sloe
They are worth no more to me than a melting flake of snow-
And her eyes are like the gleam of the sunlight on the stream
& the songs the Faeries sing, oh, they're the songs she sings at milking
But my heart is full of woe for last night she bade me go
And the tears begin to flow, as I sing, “ Horee, horo!”
You.
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Deadpool V Gambit (2016)
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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 1): General Bracket Match 20
Dec Hansen | Identity: gay | Media: Join the Resistance
Dec Hansen is a main character in the aborted middle grade novel series following a squad of 14 year olds who joined the Resistance. He was born on the isolated swamp planet of Ques. An only child, his mother built him a droid named AG-90 to act as his brother. When he was young, he ran away from home because of “something that made him different”, before eventually crawling back to his mother and telling her about it, where it turned out his community was actually accepting. Ben Blacker, one of the authors confirmed this was about him being gay. Which feels like meta-commentary about representation. Ques wasn’t homophobic, but because Dec had never heard of same gender attraction he felt isolated.
With the Resistance, Dec was quite the trouble marker, in part because command didn’t accept AG as his brother and let him train as a pilot. He quickly became friends with the main protagonist of the series, Mattis. After his shenanigans caused a power outage on the base, J-Squadron was sent to the thought to be abandoned planet Vodran to scavenge. Dec was separated from most of the Squad and ended up on the planet's moon, where Hadra the Hutt, the planet’s old ruler, was living in exile. They bonded over their mental health problems and feeling different from their community, which convinced Hadra to help liberate his friends from the First Order prison on the planet. With J-Squadron reunited, they traveled to Starkiller Base to save Jo from his First Order parents. They managed to escape right as Starkiller Base was being destroyed and returned to D’Qar right before the evacuation. They were presumably sent on a special mission shortly after, like the many Resistance characters who didn’t appear in TLJ. Unfortunately the failure of TROS means it will be a long time before his series is finished.
Conder Kyl | Identity: mlm | Media: Aftermath trilogy
Conder Kyl was a New Republic slicer employed by New Republic intelligence. Between the first two books of the Aftermath trilogy, he began a relationship with Sinjir Rath Velus (the first queer character in the New EU), a member of an Imperial war criminal capture squad. However, due to Sinjir’s alcoholism and hatred of vulnerability from being part of the ISB, their relationship was strained. Believing himself to be an unworthy partner, Sinjir broke up with Conder. However, Sinjir latter approached Conder and begged for his help to help work through all the politicking in the Senate against sending New Republic forces to Jakku. In the process, Conder was captured, and after Sinjir rescued him the two reconciled and got back together. Conder later got the chance to save Sinjir’s life in the process of foiling an assassination attempt against Mon Mothma. After the Battle of Jakku, he married Sinjir. His most recent appearance was a cameo in the novel Last Shot, where he is the chief of cyberware in the New Republic’s Digital Warfare Department.
As he is a supporting character, he doesn’t get any PoV chapters. Despite being a very skilled slicer, he is very straightforward and simply good. Despite Sinjir’s own self-esteem problems, he didn’t mistrust Sinjir for being an ex-Imperial. All the conflict in the relationship came from Sinjir’s own mental health problems.
Art by @cinno on tumblr
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New X-Men (Vol. 2) #46 by Craig Kyle and Chris Yost (2008)
Deadpool V Gambit #4 by Ben Acker and Ben Blacker (2016)
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Do you have a fav non Palladino Gilmore/Maisel director or writer?
Robbie Thompson wrote one of my favorite Supernatural episodes. Love that guy.
Jonathan Frakes does great work directing in the Star Trek franchise.
Actually, Jensen Ackles is also a really good director, I think.
Ben Edlund is another writer who slaps.
Bobo Berens. Another great writer.
Ben Browder wrote one of the most bonkers hours of television in existence.
Dave Filonni
Jerry Juhl back in the day, writing Muppet show episodes.
Ben Acker and Ben Blacker who did the Thrilling Adventure Hour podcast.
Go look up your favorite episodes of TV and look up the writer and director. You'll find new people to stan. <3
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Thank you <3
Star Wars. Vaderwan! (Obi-Wan/Vader) This has been sitting on ice for a year, but in honor of my favorite horror-shroom, I thought I'd share the bit where Obi-Wan gets to see Darth Vader in action for the first time.
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'Who was her mother, Obi-Wan?'
They followed him to the door, the woman and the girl, but the rippling darkness, blacker than the fringed edges of the galaxy, darkened his sight until all his senses were filled with the approach of… him. Where once might have been the brightest star, powerful enough to turn the entire galaxy around its core, there was now a black-hole sucking all light into its depth and yearning for more.
'Another one you couldn't save?'
And all at once, he stood there, his menace larger than life, soulless eyes surveying the town, seeking Ben out.
'Come out and tell me.'
~~~
Gonna tag this "vaderwan fix it" in case anyone wants to read more~
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