#carlton mel

[victusinveritas]

So I google it just out of curiosity, and this guy's got other banging titles, such as:

"Zombies and Shit"

"Satan Burger"

"The Menstruating Mall"

"The Big Meat"

and finally, "Adolf in Wonderland"

[fazcinatingblog]

Unpopular opinion: Adelaide have some nice Italian players like Josh Rachele (who did butterfly wings to celebrate awww cute) and Soligo (can he go) but it was a shame the Fog, the actual sexiest man alive holy shit (I'm so sorry Faz please forgive me), was so hopeless every time he got near the ball.

Also owwwies should've kicked the sealer

And that one earlier in the game that was put to the score review and they showed the Adelaide guy trying to smother but there was no conclusive evidence that he touched it so it should've been a goal to Carlton.

Also a crow did a dog act on Jack Carroll plus many more crows got away with ripping a few Carlton heads off but every time a crow head was ripped off, free kick.

It was a strange game. I'm sorry Carlton for infiltrating with my Collingwood scarf and Daisy badge and faz jumper. I promise not to be there next week but I'll see you again at the MCG in two weeks for the De Koning Cup. Cue the Robbie Williams music.

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Total Recall 1990 Special Limited Edition I pick this up at a garage sale so no box

[ode-to-melpomene]

hi hi mel!!! i love all your works and your writing is so wonderful ^^

was wondering if you could write something where one of the bat boys reaches the reader right before they’re about to get kidnapped by some criminals?? like maybe they’re publicly in a relationship w the batboy’s wayne identity n get targeted for that reason but one of the boys gets there js in the nick of time :)

thank u sm and have a great rest of ur day ^^

Love this prompt! Some of these are pre-kidnapping, some are mid-kidnapping. If anyone wants additional characters added, let me know! Hope you enjoy 💛

Daring Rescues

Pairings: Bruce Wayne x gn!reader, Dick Grayson x gn!reader, Jason Todd x gn!reader, Tim Drake x gn!reader Synopsis: Who comes to your aid when you find yourself in need of saving? Word Count: 2466 Warnings: Established relationship! Kidnapping, minor injuries, general mortal peril.

Bruce Wayne:

Bruce knew better than to associate you with Batman. He had learned that lesson a hundred times over by now, how dangerous it was to associate the people he cared for with the cowl. But now wasn't the time to dwell on the blunder.

“Oracle, update,” he barked over the communication device. Bruce perched atop a balcony, staring down at the street below.

“Black SUV turning onto Carlton,” Barbera replied, the sound of her fingers furiously working over the keys of the Batcomputer meeting his ears. “The car is registered to a loan shark put away a few years ago. Suspected ties to Falcone.”

Bruce uttered a grunted mm in response, eyes narrowed beneath the cowl. His eyes scanned the road below. He caught the sounds of sirens wailing in the distance. “GCPD?”

“I’ve got them cutting off side roads. Headed your way now.”

He squared his shoulders and prepared himself to launch from the balcony, one hand braced on the ledge beneath him and the other on his belt. He cocked his head to the East and narrowed his eyes- yes, there. He watched the SUV turn the corner, skidding as it spun around the sharp turn and narrowly avoided oncoming traffic.

“Sixty-three miles an hour?” he guessed.

“Sixty-six. Sounds like you might be losing your touch.”

“Oracle,” Bruce warned. He scowled. That extra speed would change his entry angle.

“Sorry. Dropping in three-”

Bruce’s hand shot to his belt.

“Two-”

The end of the grappling hook shot out from the device in his hand and buried itself within the construction scaffolding across from him. He gave a single tug, then launched himself from the balcony-

“One-”

- And crashed feet first into the rear passenger window of the interior of the modified SUV, seats removed to provide more space in the back. Panicked shouts rang out as glass shards shattered across the interior. Bruce pulled his cape over the lower half of his face, preventing glass from cutting his skin as he hit the floor.

The vehicle swerved and he used the momentum to bring his elbow into collision with a man’s partially covered face, his jaw making a distressing crack at the impact. His other hand lashed out, grabbing the driver by his hair and slamming his face against the steering wheel. The driver’s nose crunched and blood sprayed against the vehicle’s dash.

Hands grasped at his suit and he drove his knee into the third assailant’s ribs, sending him stumbling backwards. Your muffled shriek filled the interior of the SUV as the vehicle swerved and momentarily rocked into the curb.

The driver’s hands gripped at Bruce’s wrist behind his head, his foot flooring the accelerator. Bruce let out a tsk as he lunged forward and looped his arm around the driver’s neck. The man’s shrill scream was quickly silenced as Bruce squeezed the man’s neck in the juncture of his elbow and bicep.

He pulled the man backwards and used his opposite hand to stabilize the chokehold. His freehand reached for the steering wheel, guiding the vehicle down the road. He just needed a moment-

The driver finally went limp in Bruce’s arms. He tugged, pulling the man from his seat and wedged a batarang against the brake, quickly bleeding off speed.

Muffled screams filled the room, followed by a grunt of pain. Familiar hands raked over Bruce’s belt. He gripped the wheel with one hand and turned his head just in time to see a zap of electricity come to life.

You dove towards the third kidnapper, barreling into him and driving the taser into the side of his neck. The man screamed, spasmed, and went limp.

You panted around the gag in your mouth, your hands chained together in front of you. You held the taser tightly in your hands, glaring down with a fiery expression.

When you turned your gaze on him, that fiery passion was replaced with a soft, mirthful glint in your eye. You gave him your best smile, despite the gag, and a cheesy thumbs up.

Bruce scowled, despite the way his heart skipped a beat.

Dick Grayson:

Why did you always have to rush into things?

Of course it was a set up. That was so obvious now that you had a split lip and blood trickling from your nose. It was a last ditch effort on the part of some petty criminals who wanted a piece of the Wayne wealth in exchange for Dick’s hapless partner.

The masked goons cornered you in your own apartment, toying with you like cats stalking a mouse. One swung a pipe wrench and you skittered backwards, nearly bumping into the end table next to your couch. You really needed to move that when this was all over, and make sure the space was less cluttered so you wouldn’t get tripped up like this again-

A blade came slashing down, glinting in the waning sunlight that filled your apartment as it narrowly missed your face. Your curse was met by vicious laughter. With a snarl, you gripped the end table and hucked it at the figure holding the blade. 

Two of the goons jumped away from the end table as it flung towards them. You took the chance to dash to the kitchen, knocking over and tossing random items in your wake. As much as you appreciated the self defense training Dick had put you through, you didn’t trust yourself against their weapons. You took solace in knowing they weren’t here to kill you… but that didn’t mean they weren’t more than willing to rough you up.

You just needed to waste some time. So you threw a plate, a beautiful, arbor rimmed plate that had been a gift to you and Dick from Selina and Bruce (you suspected Selina stole them.) The assailants dodged the ceramic, so you snatched the detachable faucet and sprayed the nearest goon in the face with cold water. Too bad they were smart enough to wear masks.

And then you saw the balcony door slide open. It all happened so fast, a flash of black, blue, and silver darting into the space. Metal clashed with skin, a sickening thunk sounding as an escrima collided with an attacker’s skull. An angered shout tore through the air, only to be quickly silenced by a thud as the outspoken figure hit the floor.

It was over in a matter of moments. Three unconscious bodies on the floor, tucked out of sight behind your kitchen island, and a shadowed figure huffing agitated breaths through gritted teeth. Spots of blood on the escrima, on his face.

You blinked once, twice, clearing the fog from your vision. Nightwing- Dick loomed across from you. He tucked the escrimas behind his back and turned to face you, the scrunch in his brow covered by his mask.

“Are you alright?” you asked, voice barely above a tremble.

His expression softened immediately. He heaved a sigh and dashed around the kitchen island, sweeping you into his tight grasp. You wrapped your arms around him just as eagerly, pressing your face to the stretchy fabric of his suit.

“Should be asking you that, love.” Dick pulled away slightly, holding you at arms length. Though you couldn’t see his eyes through his mask, you knew he was carefully taking stock of your injuries.

“Just a few scrapes,” you said with a reassuring smile in spite of the way your swollen lip burned. “You should see the other guys.”

Dick barked out a laugh and pulled you flush against him once again, burying you in a tight embrace.

Jason Todd:

You should have called a cab.

Rain poured down on you, drenching you to the skin. Rain hadn’t been on the forecast today–you always made sure to check on days you chose to walk to-and-from work. When you had stepped out of the office building to find a slight drizzle dappling the sidewalk, you had thought nothing of it. Like many other Gothamites, you had assumed it was a passing spring weather.

Now the storm drains gurgled pitifully as water gushed into it. Your clothes were sodden, shoes waterlogged, mood dampened. You squelched down the sidewalk with a sour expression plastered across your features. The torrential downpour quieted your sentences, muffling your ears to the acute sound of footsteps following you from a distance.

You turned onto the next block and huffed, the wind now buffeting you face on. What a dreary, horrible day to be let off late from work. Jason would likely be on patrol by now, leaving you to sit alone in your shared apartment, reheating whatever he had left over from lunch. Maybe you could curl up in your bed and dive into that novel you had both been reading. That could make for a good conversation to wind him down from the emotional high of his patrol-

Foreign hands snatched you from your thoughts and dragged you into a dark alley, your scream muffled by a gloved palm.

You were slammed face first into a brick wall, the rough texture scraping your cheek. You bit back a snarl as the hands turned you around and smacked the back of your head against the hard stone. The chill edge of a blade was pressed to your throat and when your eyes readjusted to the sudden darkness and stinging pain in your head you were met with a masked figure. Great, because what you really needed after a long day was a mugging.

You fought viciously as the figures around you herded you down the back alley like a spitting, snarling animal. You stomped your heel on their feet, bit at their hands, kicked and flailed until you heard muffled requests for rope and chloroform. It wasn’t until you saw the van tucked away beside an industrial grade dumpster that you began caterwauling like an anguished banshee.

You were relieved by the sound of a familiar thump at the edge of the alleyway–you would recognize the sound of those heavy boots dropping anywhere, with how often you heard them on your fire escape. Your attackers slammed you against the van and you barked out a gleeful laugh at the sight. The attackers had a moment to turn their heads before Red Hood was descending on them with ferocity. You turned away, pressing your forehead to the van.

Screams, bones cracking, bodies hitting the ground. It was over quickly. When you turned to face him, his armored chest was heaving and he clenched and unclenched his fists at his side. You knew better than to touch him when he was this high strung, so you settled for the safer option.

“Took you look enough,” you teased breathlessly, keeping your gaze one the way the red surface of his helmet snapped to face you instead of on the (you hoped) unconscious kidnappers. “I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to take care of this myself.”

The toe of Jason’s boot nudged an unconscious figure, a red and rapidly welting bite mark blossoming on the individual’s hand and wrist. “I don’t doubt you could’ve, but a little help never hurt.”

You cracked a smile, softening the hard lines of your expression in the hopes it would ease him. His shoulders relaxed at your placating gesture. You extended a hand, fingers spread in a silent offer.

“Walk me home?” you asked, more for his benefit than yours. Your heart still pounded in your chest, but the tightness eased when he interlaced his gloved fingers with yours.

Tim Drake:

Warehouses were such a cliché place to harbor an abductee. What happened to creativity? Tim crawled through an upper window of the dilapidated warehouse, some thirty feet above the ground. He stepped carefully across the rafters as he surveyed the scene.

There you were, a normal college student tied to a chair–well, normal if you ignore the fact that you were rumored to be in a relationship with the Timothy Drake-Wayne. He frowned at the sight of your arms twisted behind you and tied to the back of the chair. They had you situated in the center of the empty room with goons patrolling around you. His eyes sought a singular figure atop a pile of scrap, a rifle in hand. The figure searched the rafters–Tim would have to be careful to avoid him.

Tim stalked across the rafters, keeping to the shadows. He crept across one of the beams that bridged the center of the warehouse, ducking low and staying out of the light. His eyes were fixed on you-

Oh. You perked up, your head lifting and shoulders easing. You knew he was there somewhere, judging by the way your head turned slightly to scan the open room. You tilted your head, a flimsy gesture towards a second figure, patrolling near you with one hand tucked away in her coat. A hidden weapon? He bit back a smile at your clever aid.

Tim took another step, and something clanged. He looked below him, spotting a hook hanging from a long chain, the chain swinging under the beams subtle movements. He turned just in time to see the sniper swing his rifle in the direction of the sound-

You screamed.

The shrill shriek shook each of the assailants and all eyes turned to you. He exhaled a harsh breath of relief as you wailed and the masked figures moved in towards you. The sniper’s weapons whipped towards you and away from Tim.

Tim dropped. His landing was cushioned by the goon you had pointed out, knocking the figure to the ground. He used the momentum to carry himself into a roll, then launched to his feet and barrelled into the next unsuspecting kidnapper. This one was ready, his hands up in fists. Tim gave an opening and ducked as the man’s fist sailed past Tim. He gripped the attacker's arm and yanked, tossing him over Tim’s shoulder. The man landed with a thunk and Tim was quick to follow, extracting a pair of cuffs from his belt and linking the two fallen attackers together.

A shot rang out. It seemed the sniper wasn’t very good, considering Tim remained fully intact. His hands dipped to his belt again and withdrew a few batarangs. A quick volley knocked the sniper's mask askew and sent them stumbling down the rickety pile of scrap they stood upon. He used the opening to launch himself across the room, bo staff extending in hand. He swept the kidnapper’s legs, sending the figure tumbling down the pile.

“How did you know I was here?” he asked as he knelt to cuff and gag the attacker, kicking the rifle aside in the process.

“It got drafty,” you called back from where you sat tied in the center of the room. “Must’ve left the window open.”

[critrolestats]

Media References and Puns of 3-078 Fractures

Thanks to @amelieofgreengables for this art piece!

Media References

(0:07:52) Laura: Circle of Tide & Pod. (Tide Pods)

(0:14:09) Sam: singing Makin’ your acquaintance. (“A Thousand Miles” by Vanessa Carlton)

(0:32:41) Travis: But the vascularity looks like veins of magma? […] Ashley: Liquid hot.  Travis: Magma. (Austin Powers)

(1:00:10) Marisha: Mel Brooks film.

(1:33:15) Travis: singing We’re not gonna take it.  Travis, Ashley, and Marisha: singing No, we ain’t gonna take it. (by Twisted Sister)

(1:37:54) Laura: sings “The Girl From Ipanema”

(1:37:55) Marisha: It’s the last episode of “Last Podcast on the Left.”

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[elvain]

hi mk :) for the ask game: 17, 31, 42!

hi mel!! <3

17. Do you have a writing routine?

hmm. i don't think so? i tend to write anywhere and everywhere, at all hours of the day. i can write with or without music, during tv shows and movies, on planes and buses. i can't write anywhere except my laptop, though, so there is that. if my motivation/inspiration at any given moment are strong enough, i can write anything! fun fact: forged in amber was written largely at my best friend's kitchen table + on a bus ride from ottawa to toronto.

31. Do you use a beta reader/editor?

i do not! at most, i'll send screenshots/sections to my friends and ask for their opinion but that's more for quality/vibes rather than grammar/editing. i'm pretty thorough with my writing as i do it, and very deliberate, too. plus, i find that it takes me longer to update if i'm worried about editing and rereading my work.

42. What’s your favorite title that you’ve come up with?

i really like Indecent Encounters at the Ritz-Carlton, Mutual In Divine Love, Forged In Amber, and Me, You, and the Multiverse, Too! :) of these four, i think i love the multiverse title the best. it's just so romcommy <3

fanfic writer asks

[ratherembarrassing]

Hello, my well traveled Australian-would you have any recommendations for cafes or restaurants to visit in Melbourne? Also, on the off chance any recommendations for any places worth visiting in San Francisco? Hope the weather is treating you well down south (it is pretty disgustingly humid up in Brissey atm, with absolutely no sign of any actual summer afternoon thunderstorms).

hello! as always, these things really depend on what you are into, but here are some suggestions.

melboure food:

sorry this is almost entirely in the inner north.

literally my favourite place is falco on smith street, which is technically a bakery and where i buy my bread and coffee at least once a week. their toasties are fabulous, i cannot recommend them enough, and they do a meat pie that tastes like a cheeseburger that's incredible.

the current trend is sandos, so there are lots of great lunch places at the mo. a highlight is hector's, who also do a great breakfast sando. they have a few locations, but they just opened in fitzroy.

now some proper brunch recs: mavis the grocer in abbotsford; terror twilight in collingwood; bentwood in fitzroy; faraday's cage also in fitzroy; humble rays in carlton.

restaurants: sezar in the cbd (one of the best meals of my life was here); mejico in the cbd; waiters club in the cbd; hu tong dumpling bar (when i lived in the cbd i practically lived here, their xiaolongbao is chefs kiss); gingerboy in the cbd.

some good pubs/bars: the napier in fitzroy; dr morse in abbotsford (also fun for brunch); embla in the cbd.

after dinner drinks and a cigar if you're into that sort of thing: siglo.

san francisco recs:

i've only been here a couple of times and the last time was 2009, so. a grain of salt from a trip when i was but a poor uni student.

museums: the de young; california academy of science (for the planetarium! if you are into those). these are both in golden gate park, so you can combine adventures.

food: this is more a fun touristy thing, but i love mel's diner for both the fun american diner experience and also the movie history experience. somewhere in my house are the cardboard cars your fries come in.

general touristy walk arounds: berkeley is rad, and if you have a car, the berkeley rose garden is one of my favourite places on earth.

adventures nearby: if you have a car, go for a drive over the golden gate bridge (fun in and of itself, especially if the fog is low) and head north to see the giant trees. i've never seen anything in australia that compares.

again you need a car for this, but do the bendy street!

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 3.2

Beer Birthdays

William Bass (1717)

David G. Yuengling (1808)

Joseph Conrad (1825)

John Welde (1839)

Carl Jacobsen (1842)

Henry Gund (1859)

Five Favorite Birthdays

George Benson; jazz guitarist (1943)

Daniel Craig; actor (1968)

Dr. Seuss, a.k.a. Theodore Geisel; writer (1904)

John Irving; writer (1942)

Bedrich Smetana; Czech composer (1824)

Famous Birthdays

Desi Arnaz; actor, singer, bandleader (1917)

Jon Bon Jovi; rock singer, actor (1962)

Dale Bozzio; rock musician (1955)

Larry Carlton; guitarist (1948)

Karen Carpenter; pop singer (1950)

John Jay Chapman; writer (1862)

DeWitt Clinton; politician (1769)

John Cowsill; pop singer (1956)

Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis; jazz saxophonist (1922)

Mark Evans; rock bassist (1956)

Russ Feingold; politician (1953)

Rory Gallagher; rock guitarist (1948)

Mikhail Gorbachev; Russian politician (1931)

Sam Houston; politician (1793)

Bryce Dallas Howard; actor (1981)

Jennifer Jones; actor (1919)

Megan Leigh; porn actor (1964)

Gates McFadden; actor (1949)

Eddie Money; rock musician (1949)

Laraine Newman; comedian, actor (1952)

Mel Ott; New York Giants RF (1909)

Lou Reed; singer (1944)

Martin Ritt; film director (1914)

Amber Smith; model, actor (1971)

Peter Straub; writer (1943)

Doug Watkins; jazz bassist (1934)

Doc Watson; country guitarist (1923)

Kurt Weill; composter, songwriter (1900)

Tom Wolfe; writer (1931)

[bookstamel]

Recensie: Hart-slag van Joanne Carlton

Hey, lieve lezer van Mel’s Day. De operatie aan mijn hand is goed gegaan. Alleen moet ik nog minimaal 6 weken in een spalk. Waarbij ik mijn linkerhand niet kan gebruiken. En tja, met een hand kan je niet zoveel als je dat niet gewend bent. Zelfs typen is lastig. Maar ik heb nog maar 2 maanden om alles over te zetten van mijn oude blog dus daar ga ik me even op focussen deze 2 maanden. Met…

[psych---ologically-deranged]

psych 2x14 dis-lodged with steve franks & tim meltreger, 2 ppl, easy to understand what is going on in the commentary

"we write theme songs for each episode" I'll take your word for it wdym you are not allowed to sing on these?

I think it would be great if the show, which kind of is generally about shawn, actually has the flashbacks told from gus's journal as a kid, even if they are about shawn. Show me different eyes.

TM: If you listen closely, they are chanting kyrie eleison Me, a devout folk catholic: TM: which was my attempt to get a big 80s reference in there Me: to what? TM: Mr Mister song My deaf ass: Mister Chiffon? (People, usually americans or brits but not canadians as much & idk abt australia have this slur where they say sh instead of st) SF: But as it turns out it's not from just that TM: It's real medieval biblical latin Me, metis folk catholic: YEAH. ???? SF: I thought we had licensed that song. (if they hadn't licensed that song for use, they would get copyright claims) SF: Fortunately, this song existed somewhere else & they weren't singing it in the way it was in mr mr TM: I heard it in the many masses I had to attend as a kid, but I also heard it on the radio when mr mister was singing it Me: *catholic increases*

*henry watching gus chew shawn out for his misplaced prepositions* I could kiss gus & his love of correct grammar.

*fighting over what song henry should have in the truck* Shawn has been back for a year now, two years even, & their relationship is healing, & yet they don't want to go on a man camping trip.

Gus *steals the cup of au jus*

Original idea: Shawn & Gus would speak in handshakes exclusively by the end of the episode Me, deaf: great idea TM: I was unable to make that work on the page As it turns out it was impossible to pull off in reality, but there was a great bit where they were going to have an argument with secret handshakes but maybe later, season 4

Slap it on a biscuit

Josh Bycell on the wall! That's Tim Meltreger on the right! That's Mel Damski! Andy Berman! "Me"! I mean-- Steve Franks! Corbin Bernsen! They all got to have portraits made SF: & I say "me" with finger quotes up because that's a weird pasty strange version of me TM: You after all the blood has been removed from your body

*paintings still in the writer's office*

TM: I was aged in my portrait, now whenever I go get coffee, I come out of the kitchen area face to face with myself 35 years from now SF: It's kind of like a dickens book Or an oscar wilde book

TM: That house is where "Canadians" would "entertain dignitaries" Me, canadian: what was that cadence+diction?

*weird story starting* Me *concerned* No it's just that TM is the one who says 1 2 3 4 in the theme song

"Let me feel your forehead"

Lassie is still on three creams four sugars

Extended part: arguing over koffee klub tracking your information *big brother*

You can't handle the truth!

Gus chatting up the doctors

SF: I told Mel as a sort of way to endear him to tim that tim was a big fan of yellowbeard, just speculating that Tim had probably seen it & probably enjoyed TM: & I spent the whole dinner hoping Mel wouldn't ask me about it

ChairWOMAN meow! I love the way they fight

TIM WROTE THE WEBISODES & INTERNET BLOGS? MY MAN YOU ARE THE ONE WHO WROTE SHAWN'S JOB HISTORY? I LOVE YOU *kisses you on The mouth*

& the cartoons! My man please that stuff is Lost Media (which is true crime for chronically online antisocial nerds)

Juliet concerned for Carlton (I love it when she uses his first name. Everyone else he is Lassiter. or ig booker or binky.)

I love this lassiter story indeed

Gus vulturing all the doctors here I love it

SF: I set you up for a nice long conversation about Lassiter! TM: Oh look Gus! Gus: is pushing his pharmaceutical product. Meanwhile a dead body is five feet away. TM: Holmstrom, named after my seventh grade social studies teacher, who happened to give me detention on the second day of class because I got lost on my way there. That is NOT the reason I murdered him in this episode.

Anupam!

motorcycle be there with bells on

TM: Mr Holmstrom was a decent guy & I learned in my years as a schoolteacher that sometimes ya just got to make an example of somebody SF: To become a writer on the show, Tim quit his job as an elementary school teacher Me: typical writer TM: 13 years!

TM: I made an example of many a student, & in turn they may kill me when they grow up to become writers

"origin" of lassiter's anger sure babe

They just hang out at the psych office at night

SF: I was shocked when ou wrote the line "lassiter I love you" that Dulé actually said it TM: it remains my favourite part of the episode

TM just talking about sneaking into this creepy lodge in his hometown

Big scary lodge filled with powerful people Vancouver: Here's what we got Me: it's santa barbara, of course it's going to be this place

Holstrom the social studies teacher built his own house!?

"Hey what about me?" they ask you as soon as you start adding people in TM: I have no friends tho SF: You seem to have more friends when you start putting their names in a television show

He once removed a boil from his own thigh with nothing more than a paperclip & a warm can of sprite

what

WAIT WAS HE A MATH TEACHER? I... I would not have expected that

TM: The beauty of being a first time writer is you can get away with a lot of crap

Reading lines of the other person during a phone convo has always interested me All of juliet's lines were delivered by [TM] standing about five feet away from [TO] TM: It was a throw for me SF: I was proud of you

Juliet, grinning: You're having lunch with Shawn?

"finds his inner liar" *proud of himself for such a bad lie* *they sit for a while. Nobody says cut.* JRr/SS: This is uncomfortable

Kelly *not understanding the thumb to the nose*

William Zane Gus being charming!!!

"Sales Reptitute" I think it's reputation. Though if it was rap, then it would be rapport

"Billy!?"

*international clocks* *there is one for vancouver* *not santa barbara*

"personal forklift" He drove it for 14 days all the way to vancouver "He needed to gas up every 38 minutes" 'nono, he's green, it runs on banana peels'

South american airline codes SF: Shawn knows all information that is pertinent, but forgets key pieces of information

I feel like Gus, mr countries of the world toilet book, would know the airline codes

Shawn: I lived in an airport for a month Gus: That was Tom Hanks

"To all those who made this scene work despite my writing, I appreciate it"

SF: If you've dusted these DVDs off 25 years in the future Me: Well, maybe 15? Quick what's 2024-2007? Ok so like 17 years bro. I didn't realize Hulu was that old. It is no longer on USA network.com btw. It is on peacock actually. Help me out with the Lost Media. In fact, the shorts & webisodes & stuff should all be given on the DVDs, & there should be a box set of all the movies that I can purchase (PHYSICAL COPY) with bonus features like deleted scenes, bloopers, psych outs, old webisodes, set tours, interviews with background artists, & all that stuff. Come on! Let's keep things physical! I want a DVD that will scratch & I'll never be able to watch again, but I'd rather that than webisodes that get taken down with no backups. Make physical copies of everything!

Workshop it? Workshop it.

*Irving parker can see lassiter through the one way glass* he just hates him that much

did its not did its

*skilled portrait artist* *only gets to do lodge members* "The art department was NOT thrilled about us all getting portraits

Huge success, great skill, interesting life, reduced to apinting heads. Bitter man. SF: That's a lot of backstory for a guy who has two lines TM: I know

Oh oh the music sting & the lights

i THOUGHT IT WAS THE LODGE I didn't know it was arthur holmstrom's home at first

TM: Where is this filmed? Bretleiger? Botulism? SF: British Columbia? TM: No the town!

I have to admit, it's always weird when they mention places I've been

All those pictures are of Corbin's Mother

Yeah, I didn't get the burn joke.

The goal of this scene was to have Gus & Shawn stuffed into an impossibly small space

TM: The Martin 16 safe was named after my wife SF: Her name was 16

He did that thing with the jacket at least 30 times

I love how Gus has skills. Shawn broke into the house with a credit card I mean a screwdriver I mean it was unlocked, but Gus can get them into the safe

Shawn *guesses the gal's measurements perfectly* TM: I didn't think we were going to talk about boobs right now

That's TM's handwriting & that's the school

"We had to cut down the episode so my ear gets a cameo" Good for you mr meltreger

My man was hit by a car in this scene...

Heather, my wife

Shawn's adhd "I want to weigh/height myself-- wait no I shouldn't"

Who's killing henry? Me? Sid?

Tim's Writing Fire alarm!?

VICTORY DANCE

SF: Good shot of Tim getting to turn the car around TM: Not me tim. I was up on that hill getting hit by another car.

The magic head of gus, the wisdom of baum, & ... that stuffed creature

TM: Dr Downs was named after my optometrist, who complains whenever I get into the chair that optometrists are not represented on television in the dark crystal (movie) the dude had glasses so someone had to make him glasses

Beautiful day for them, happy for them. TM: But I'm not going to gush because we're sitting very close in this office right now

Often the villain stands there in shock, I am indeed happy to see Roger fight back

*slaps his butt*

There was an earlier version of this episode where this was happening during lassiter's indoctrination

"The only real membership that mattered was family" *his marriage still fell apart, his wife still left him, his son still hates him, his son ran away to "help [his] mother through her divorce" but who knows what happened or when that was, & he didn't speak to his son much in ten years*

SF: Besides all the intricate mysteries & the comedy, this is a show about family. & pineapples.

They have Shawn's portrait & they stole (stole?) henry's too

you're right there WERE no pineapples that I saw

The Meltones, a band by the camera crew! Richard Coleman had a migraine, poor guy, during this episode, & Tim Meltreger filled in for him on guitar that friday

I love how the camera crew has a band. TM rented a guitar up in vancouver to play with them

SF: We can't speak past this, quick say one last thing! TM, really close to the mic:

Speak to my lawyer

[brainrotallthewaydown1312]

bi/pan people are a valid and important part of the queer community. they always have been. not only are all of the people listed by op modern queer icons, they have all expressed that queerness in their art.

not to detail the post from the wlw point that was being made, but a lot of queer icons are bi/pan. not just modern ones and not just women. looking at these notes, people seem to be forgetting that. so here is a (very non exhaustive) list of certified bicons* for everyone who needs a reminder:

Freddie Mercury, David Bowie, Billie Joe Armstrong, Angelina Jolie, Aubrey plaza, Fergie, John Lennon, Whitney Houston, Megan Fox, Alanis morisette, Ali stoker, Björk, Mel B, Amy winehouse, Ani DeFranco, Janis Joplin, Mick Jagger, Rebecca Sugar, and Vanessa Carlton. even older music and film was full of bicons like Dusty Springfield, Bessie Smith, Billie holiday, Marlon Brando, Cary Grant, Vincent Price, Katherine Hepburn, Delores del Río, Marilyn Monroe, Ethel waters, James Dean, Joan Crawford, Ma Rainey, and Marlene Dietrich. and there are of course the bicons of classic literature, Hans Christian Andersen, Mary Shelley, Nathaniel Hawthorne, Oscar Wilde, Virginia Woolf, and Walt Whitman. and historical bicons like Frida Kahlo, Alfred Kinsey, and Eleanor Roosevelt

*disclaimer: some of the people I'm listing were alive at times where the language queer people used was different and not all would have necessarily identified themselves with the word bisexual, but for those in that category everyone on this list has historical evidence of attraction to/affairs with people of multiple genders. as far as I'm concerned for this list, that qualifies them as a bicon even though that is a bit of a simplification of historical identity language

all goofing aside I genuinely don't understand the urge to reimagine Taylor Allison Swift as a secretly queer icon when the pop music scene(TM) is like. literally overflowing with women who actually like women. Gaga and Kesha and Miley and Halsey are right there. Rina Sawayama and Hayley Kiyoko and Rebecca Black and Kehlani and Victoria Monét and Miya Folick if you're willing to get slightly less top 100. Janelle and Demi for them nonbinary takes on liking girls. like what are we doing here. like I'm not even saying you can't enjoy Taylor but why would you hang all your little gay hopes on her.

[halfmoonbayroleplay]

WELCOME TO HALF MOON BAY

—please review our welcome list here.

Emily with Shay Mitchel as Calista “Callie” Josephine Devine-Summers, 31, Criminal Defense Attorney

Gracie with Dev Patel as Amar Hastings, 32, Businessman 

J with Jamie Dornan as Lorenzo De Luca, 37, Heir & Bookkeeper/Accountant at Shooting Star Ranch 

Jem with Richard Madden as Oliver MacDuff, 35, Horse Trainer/Riding Instructor

M with Kiara Advani as Naina Desai, 32, Assistant

Mel with Jessica Alba as Romina "Romi" Cruz, 36, Diving instructor and Owner of Underdog and animal rescue 

Molly with Jeremy Allen White as Matthew Foster, 30, Line Cook at Navio at the Ritz Carlton Hotel 

[swayplays]

long talks at sunset… @simperbly

[thefandomgamesthreeboot]

Bloodbath at the Cornucopia: Round Two

Located just north of the center of the Arena, the Cornucopia is in a round field, with a diameter of about a football field.

Surrounding the Cornucopia, just on the other side of a thick ring of trees, is a small country modeled after cases solved by the detective Nancy Drew. With suburban and urban areas, resort areas, and even bits of desert, it seems like an eclectic mess.

Ladies and Gentlemen... Let the Fandom Games begin!

A gong sounds, and the twenty-five Tributes run off round, metal platforms. They head for the Cornucopia, where they fight for the supplies they think that they’d need to survive in the Games, in what is expected to be the bloodiest part of the Games.

[gardenerian]

Mel, season 11 gave us what has become Ian's most defining personality trait: tomatoes. It's now may, and I bet he's planting his little seeds. What songs does he sing to them as they grow and why those songs? Also, what tomato based meals has he cooked recently?

you had to know i was gonna make this weird, my sweet. he's planting 🥺 and i’m not even gonna ruin it for him in a fic this time 😭 he’s got this! presenting: songs ian sings to his plants while gardening, mostly compiled on vibes alone

i also want to add that he DEFINITELY sings you are my sunshine to them and mickey pretends it doesn't make him emotional

tracklist under the cut 🥰 also he makes a fun tomato salad 😋 with corn and avocado 😋

send me on my way - rusted root

everlasting love - carl carlton

hold on, we're going home - drake

as long as you love me - backstreet boys

how sweet it is (to be loved by you) - james taylor

take your mama - scissor sisters

(nothing but) flowers - talking heads

turn turn turn (to everything there is a season) - the byrds

love on top - beyonce

i know there's gonna be (good times) - jamie xx

homecoming - kanye west

juice - lizzo

love you madly - cake

i love you always forever - donna lewis

for once in my life - stevie wonder

god only knows - the beach boys

real love baby - father john misty

walden pond - atta boy

flowers in the window - travis

across the universe - rufus wainwright

somewhere only we know - lily allen

take care - beach house

THE VIIIIIIIIIIIIIBES

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 3.2

Beer Birthdays

William Bass (1717)

David G. Yuengling (1808)

Joseph Conrad (1825)

John Welde (1839)

Carl Jacobsen (1842)

Henry Gund (1859)

Five Favorite Birthdays

George Benson; jazz guitarist (1943)

Daniel Craig; actor (1968)

Dr. Seuss, a.k.a. Theodore Geisel; writer (1904)

John Irving; writer (1942)

Bedrich Smetana; Czech composer (1824)

Famous Birthdays

Desi Arnaz; actor, singer, bandleader (1917)

Jon Bon Jovi; rock singer, actor (1962)

Dale Bozzio; rock musician (1955)

Larry Carlton; guitarist (1948)

Karen Carpenter; pop singer (1950)

John Jay Chapman; writer (1862)

DeWitt Clinton; politician (1769)

John Cowsill; pop singer (1956)

Eddie "Lockjaw" Davis; jazz saxophonist (1922)

Mark Evans; rock bassist (1956)

Russ Feingold; politician (1953)

Rory Gallagher; rock guitarist (1948)

Mikhail Gorbachev; Russian politician (1931)

Sam Houston; politician (1793)

Bryce Dallas Howard; actor (1981)

Jennifer Jones; actor (1919)

Megan Leigh; porn actor (1964)

Gates McFadden; actor (1949)

Eddie Money; rock musician (1949)

Laraine Newman; comedian, actor (1952)

Mel Ott; New York Giants RF (1909)

Lou Reed; singer (1944)

Martin Ritt; film director (1914)

Amber Smith; model, actor (1971)

Peter Straub; writer (1943)

Doug Watkins; jazz bassist (1934)

Doc Watson; country guitarist (1923)

Kurt Weill; composter, songwriter (1900)

Tom Wolfe; writer (1931)