#crshd

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CRSHD IT

[the-disemvoweler]

As a long time vowelphobe I would like to thank you for your service, too long have the anti vowel efforts been crushed by the pesky vowelers of the world.

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[vivi-designs]

Here is my Spotify! PART ONE!!!

I'll still be tinkering with it 💓

😭you'll also see a pic of me and my gf, I did a a face reveal on my insta so it's probably nothing new to most of you 💓💓💓 have fun listening

Apple white

Raven Queen

Briar Beauty

Ashlynn Ella

Dexter Charming

Darling Charming

Ceder wood

Cerise Hood

Ca Cupid

Lizz!e Hearts

[cynicalone94]

Stranded

The storm had come in out of nowhere just as he was getting on the road back to Chicago. Even the radio announcers had been confused, it had been expected to move south of Lake Michigan not east.

If he’d been smart, he would have pulled off the road at the first town and found someplace to spend the night. Voight would have understood him needing to take an extra day.

But he’d been stubborn, determined to make it home on schedule.

And now he’s in a ditch; crush damage to the front fender of the truck that had caused the engine to stall out and crushed the door to where it wasn’t going to open without tools.

The passenger side door is pressed up against a wall of snow and won’t be opening anytime soon either.

His phone isn’t getting any signal, too much interference from the storm he supposes.

At least he wasn’t injured in the crash besides some whiplash and a quick bouncing of his head against the door frame.

Instead he’s just trapped in his truck, off the side of the road miles from the nearest city in a blizzard.

He’s been here for almost four hours.

He’d successfully pulled his emergency kit from under the backseat and is wrapped in the space blanket with hot packs activated and nestled against core areas to try to maintain some heat.

He’s freezing.

Any residual warmth from the heater is long gone and the seat has become almost icy underneath him.

How long before anyone even notices he’s missing?

He can’t imagine Voight will notice anything until he doesn’t show up for work in the morning. Even then, the man might assume that he’d hunkered down to wait out the storm and can’t get a call out.

He’d promised Will a text once he got home to let him know that he’d made it in safely but his brother might easily come to the same conclusion.

He’s pretty sure that he’s far enough off the road not to be visible in these conditions. Not to mention he dearly hopes that anyone else stupid enough to drive past will have their attention on the road, not off to the side.

What was he thinking, not stopping to wait this out? Does he actually have a death wish?

 He shivers and pulls the blanket tighter around himself, checking his phone yet again for bars.

 He needs to consider turning it off to conserve battery. The constant search for signal is sapping it rapidly.

Sighing, he powers it down, pulling his hand back under the blanket and pulling back against the seat.

Time seems to be passing slower. Not that he can actually tell how much time is passing with his phone powered down.

He debates if it’s been long enough to power it up again to check for signal before deciding he may as well.

There’s no way he gets found without it so he may as well take as many chances as he can before he loses consciousness.

Its getting harder to stay awake; his eyes drifting closed more and more and harder to force open again.

He doesn’t want to die here; stranded in the middle of nowhere and exposed to the elements.

The screen lights up and he opens the phone app, loading his boss’s contact card before he starts moving it around the cab, searching for signal.

Come on, all he needs is one bar; or even half of one bar will do.

There’s a beep as the phone connects and he practically slams the call button.

Voight answers on the first ring and his eyes immediately water.

“-ght.”

“Hlp.” he slurs, terrified by his own ability to properly form words. “Crshd. Stuck.”

“-ay?” Voight says, worry conveyed even in the garbled transmission. “-kay? -ere – oo?”

“Psd Rckv-”

The call drops.

No.

That was his only chance. He can’t.. He needs to get him back, needs to find that signal pocket again.

But his arm is heavy and he can’t seem to lift it. He’s so tired; maybe just a little nap.

Voight will find him.

He drifts off.

He’s so hot.

How much longer on this watch duty before he can return to the barracks, strip off his gear and turn his little fan all the way up?

He doesn’t even remember coming out this morning, must have done it half in his sleep.

He and Mouse had been up late, playing cards and reminiscing about Chicago.

It’s strange; ever since his mom passed there’s nobody in Chicago to go see. Will is in New York and barely has time for him and he and his dad haven’t spoken since they’d argued at the funeral.

But he still misses the city itself. Misses the wind, the pizza. Misses home even if he isn’t sure what that means anymore.

He has to ditch some of this gear. What on earth was he thinking wearing his jacket?

He shrugs out of it; struggling to toss it behind him. He’s so tired.

Maybe he’ll go back to the barracks and take a nap when he’s relieved.

How much longer on that again?

His eyes drift closed.

No.

He can’t fall asleep on watch. He’ll never hear the end of it. Even if nothing bad happens.

But he can’t seem to keep his eyes open.

He reaches for his radio; maybe they can relieve him early. It’s embarrassing but better than falling asleep and being responsible for deaths.

Only his radio isn’t where he’d left it and even as he paws around searching for it, the heaviness pulls him under.

He wakes up to beeping.

And cold.

It takes a minute to pry his eyes open, rolling his head to scan the room.

Hospital.

He… how did he get here this time?

He catches sight of his boss sitting next to the bed, a coffee cup in hand.

“Voi-” 

His throat is a scratchy and sore. And there’s an oxygen mask over his face.

“Don’t try to talk.” Voight says gently. “They only just extubated a few hours ago.”

Extubated?

“You decided to park your truck in a snow bank.” Voight remind him. “If you hadn’t managed to get that phone call out…”

He trails off, looking troubled and Jay feels guilt swirling in his stomach.

“Took us a minute to find you and you were an unresponsive ice cube when we did.” Voight continues after a minute. “But you’re going to be okay.”

That’s lucky.

His eyelids are already getting heavier.

“You’re okay to go back to sleep, kid.” Voight says.

Well if his boss says it’s okay.

His eyes slip closed and the last thing hw heard before he drifts off to sleep is a quiet plea.

“Don’t do that to me again, Jay.”

[the-disemvoweler]

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[folditdouble]

Women in Film Challenge 2022: [57/52] Crshd, dir. Emily Cohn (USA, 2019)

I would love to have romantic sex with you on your twin XL bed!

[ariadneclaire]

CRSHD (2019) directed by Emily Cohn

[maniacpixiedeadgirl]

CRSHD, dir. by Emily Cohn, 2019

[cinemasentries]

CRSHD Movie Review: A Vigorous and Earnest Directorial Debut                            CRSHD overcomes familiar story beats with its zestful directorial structure and profound central performances. 

[clarencewardartlibrary]

Alum Film CRSHD Screens at Apollo Theater Today, Thursday May 9th at 8:00 PM

The Art Library’s former student worker Josh Blankfield OC ‘18 worked on this film during his stay in Oberlin in the Summer 2017!  Here’s more from the Oberlin Review

[tomorrowedblog]

CRSHD premieres today

CRSHD, the new movie from Emily Cohn, is out today.

End-of-the-year celebrations are underway at a small liberal arts college in Ohio. The night’s main event? A CRUSH PARTY. The rules? Submit your crush and they get an invite. Or if you’re “crushed,” you also get an invite. Self-conscious freshman IZZY ALDEN is still a virgin and the crush party is her last chance to do something about it before summer. ANUKA and FIONA, Izzy’s best friends, help Izzy on her mission to “bone” as they pursue romantic interests of their own. In millennial fashion, social media plays mediator as the girls chase their crushes in real life and online.

[machrusciel]

At the end of their freshman year in college, three friends are intent on gaining access to the campus's hottest end-of-the-year "crush party" - where you can only attend if your name has been submitted as someone's "crush". Once there, however, the girls go their separate ways to varying success. "CRSHD" can be rented virtually through Cinema Detroit to show your support for independent cinema during the mass closures 🤓🎥🎞️��<https://www.cinemadetroit.org/virtual-cinema>      #IsabelleBarbier #DeekshaKetkar #SadieScott #EmilyCohn #CRSHD #LightYearEntertainment #CinemaDetroit #Detroit #VisitDetroit #Michigan #PureMichigan #VisitMichigan @IsabelleMelody @DeekshaKetkar @Skendalls @EmilySarane @CRSHDMovie @LightYearEnt @CinemaDetroit @CityOfDetroit @VisitDetroit @HourDetroitMagazine @MetroTimes @MittenMichigan @PureMichigan (at Cinema Detroit) https://www.instagram.com/p/CCCYfz0pXyG/?igshid=17jr7ny74smla

[tramp963]

#Crshd, #2019s, #Trailer, #directedby #EmilyCohn, https://buff.ly/2yEQ8qI #movieby #IsabelleBarbier, #SadieScott, #DeekshaKetkar  #comedy #drama #movies 

[terrencetodd]

How to Build Yourself Anew

How to Build Yourself Anew

New releases for May 8: How to Build a Girl / CRSHD / Clementine

It’s time to step into the “way back” machine, to take a trip to the glory days of teen comedies (or, at least, my glory days, the 1980s) and consider a golden oldie from the king of mainstream teen comedies – John Hughes. In particular, I’m interested in the 1985  hit Weird Science, about a couple of high school nerds (Anthony…

[themoviewaffler]

"Crshd proposes that, you know, living life online isn’t a substitute for actual experience. Hold the (reddit) front page!"

Read our review of CRSHD.

http://www.themoviewaffler.com/2019/05/crshd-review.html

[lastonetoleavethetheatre]

This week I review Capone, CRSHD, Straight Up, and The Wrong Missy. All are available to watch online.