#for the times they are a’changing

[knowlesian]

something something nina’s cover of the times they are a’changin’ as the final song of ofmd s2 is the only song that could end this season because come mothers and fathers throughout the land don’t criticize what you can’t understand, your sons and your daughters are beyond your command: the old road is rapidly aging, please get out of the window if you can’t lend your hand, for the times they are a’changing something something

[itty-britty-blog]

If we’d listened to the Luddites, this never would have happened

19th century Luddites: grrr grrr we hate industrial textile machinery! it’s taking away our jobs! (throws their wooden clogs into the gear-work to sabotage it)

capitalist factory owner: buys 6 more machines, poops on a solid-gold toilet

everyone nowadays: grr grr we hate AI! it’s taking away our jobs!

[nyoomfruits]

osctober day nine

prompt: crown prince pairing: charles/oscar word count: 1k

“Oh, thank god,” Lando says, when they finally reach the top step of the winding stairs leading up to the highest turret of the castle.

“What,” Oscar wheezes. “Are you,” another wheeze. “Talking about?” He takes a moment to regain his breathing. “You didn’t have to walk up any of those stairs.”

The chipmunk sticks out his tongue at him. “No, but I had to listen to your annoying ass heavy breathing, so.”

“Right, I’m sorry for actually carrying you up all these steps,” Oscar says. “Next time you can walk yourself.”

“Animal abuse,” Lando states, scurrying down Oscar’s arm, digging his little nails into Oscar’s flesh as he makes his way down, makes his way to the giant wooden door at the end of the little hallway they’re standing in. “Also, fuck you, I saved you from that dragon.”

That’s. Actually that’s true. Oscar has to give him that. Sure, he mostly saved him by flirting with the dragon, and there was really only a 50/50 percent chance that was going to work but alas. It did. “Fine,” Oscar says, makes his way over to the door too. “Well, guess this is it.”

“Hm,” Lando says, looking at the door. “What if he’s dead?”

“The dragon?” Oscar asks, studying the lock. Nothing a standard lock picking kit shouldn’t be able to fix.

“What, no? God, I hope not. We have a date next week. No, you dumbass, the prince,” Lando says, sniffing at the door. “Doesn’t smell dead.”

“Well, let’s hope he’s alive, yeah? Or reward kind of depends on it. I don’t think we’re getting that outrageous bag of gold if we show up empty handed,” Oscar says, fiddling with the lock. “Fuck, this is a tricky one.”

“I mean, they never specified alive or dead,” Lando says, pensively.

“Still prefer alive,” Oscar mumbles around the tool in his mouth. Suddenly, out of nowhere, the door swings open. Lando squawks, and crawls back up to Oscar’s shoulder, half hiding behind his neck.

Oscar, still on his knees from where he was fiddling with the lock, looks up to come eye to eye with the Crown Prince of Ferrari in all his glory.

“My savior,” the Prince says. He’s. He’s quite pretty, actually. Also alive, so that’s. That’s good. Oscar wasn’t really looking forward to dragging a dead body back to court.

“Uh,” Oscar says, glancing up at the prince. “Just Oscar is fine, really.”

“Have you come to take me from this wretched tower?” The Crown Prince asks, looking at Oscar with big, beautiful eyes. Jesus fuck, they could have put that in the assignment, maybe. ‘Guy is unfairly pretty’. Oscar would’ve liked to know that. To prepare for. Well, whatever.

“Hey,” Lando chirps from Oscar’s shoulder, peering through the strands of hair curling at Oscar’s nape. “Don’t talk about my boyfriend’s home like that.”

“You haven’t even gone on your first date yet,” Oscar counters, before getting up and smiling a little stiffly at the prince. “We’re here to get you home, your Majesty.”

“Oh, Charles is fine,” Crown Prince Charles says. “So you are the brave knight who’s come to save me? The one who will become my husband?”

Oscar chokes on his own spit. Lando lets out a cackling laugh. “No, Mr. Prince. I’m really only here to take you home. Lord Sainz is expecting your return. And your hand in marriage.”

Charles cocks his head to the side. “But that’s not the rules, no? The rules are a brave knight comes to save me and then marries me and becomes prince of this lands as I become king.”

“Right, yeah, well you know what they say,” Oscar says, as he ushers Charles towards the stairs. “The times, they are a’changing. Also, I’m not a knight, so. There’s that.”

“Not a knight?” Charles is frowning, but lets himself be lead. “Lord?”

“Nope.”

“Count?”

“Also no.”

“Earl? Baron?”

“Nope and nope.”

“He’s quite useless, actually,” Lando chirps happily from Oscar’s shoulder.

“Thanks, Lando. Fuck you too,” Oscar says. Lando makes a loud smacking kiss sound. “But no. Merely a Blacksmith.”

“A blacksmith?” Charles asks, clearly confused.

“The one and only,” Oscar says. “Now, I’m pretty sure the dragon is head over heels in love with Lando here, so as long as he’s with us he won’t hurt us, but just in case we should be careful,” he adds, as they enter the main hall.

“He has a sick ass sword,” Lando says. “It’s very big.”

“Oh?” Charles says, glancing as the dragon as they pass it, who just blinks at them. “Please tell me more about your big ass sword.”

“Sick ass,” Lando corrects, as Oscar considers if it’s too late to just throw both of them into the lava pit.

“It’s big, it stabs things, it does the job,” Oscar grouches, as he pushes them on.

Charles looks him up and down appraisingly. “I’m sure it does.”

Oscar pauses then, right on the rickety wooden slat bridge across the lava pit. “Listen, Mr. Prince. I’m really only here to save you, bring you back to Lord Sainz in one piece, and then collect a big bulking bag of money, yeah? So I don’t know what fantasies you’ve been told about your savior, but I’m not here to fulfill them. Now can we please get a move on.”

Charles smile slips of his face. “Right, I. Right. It was silly of me, anyway. To fantasize these things, you know? The hero coming to rescue you, sweeping you off your feet… I’m sorry. I’ve been uh. I’ve been quite attached from real life for a while, so,” he smiles a little sadly. “You know how it gets. Anyway. Where are we going?”

Oscar feels a pang of sympathy all of a sudden. Charles has been stuck in that tower for so long, and he must have been dreaming about this day, about the day he’s free and well. Then he got Oscar. That must be… A little disappointing, at least.

But it’s okay. Soon, they will be back in the kingdom of Ferrari, and Charles will be able to marry Carlos, and he will get his happy ending, and it will all be fine.

They just have to get through the journey home first.

“Home,” Oscar simply says, and reaches his hand out to Charles, a piece offering.

Charles takes it, a soft smile on his face, and Oscar leads him off the slat bridge, into the great wide unknown.

They don’t stop holding hands until the sun sets and it’s time to turn in for the night. Charles talks the whole way, and Oscar listens, and wills his heart to stay quiet. He’s a blacksmith. There’s paths in life for a guy like him. His biggest price would be the giant bag of gold. Not a prince. Never a prince.

Charles is nice. But Charles has a home. And Oscar… Oscar and Lando and their giant bag of gold will just have to go out and try to find their own.  

[rosewolfs-world]

Colourful (Pt 5)

Young Toshinori Yagi x Female OC

Warnings: swearing, hospitalization due to hero work

Part 5: Build up & Break

Year 4

💡 Time was a funny thing. Hinata was now in the last year of her nursing degree, getting ready for her medical doctorate. Over the past four years, she liked to think she’d gotten a good handle on life. Classes, friends, working with Toshinori-san and the local hospital. It was busy, but at long last, she’d found some stable ground. That is until—

☀️ Times were a’changing. He was beginning to wonder if he should reach out to Gran Torino. Surely enough time had passed by now. Surely he could go home…right? Hell, his friends even encouraged it.

 David: “Hell yea, man! Once you make it to number one you can go anywhere you like!” 

Hinata-chan: “Back to Japan? Well…if that’s your dream then I’m sure you can make it happen!”

💡 After that, the world spun on. One by one, Hinata’s roommates and friends were moving on with their lives. Toshinori was leaving. Old friends were going off, getting married, and some were even having kids! In their twenties! The thought alone was baffling to Hinata. She still had so much schooling left for her doctorate—and the idea of diving into that alone—What the hell am I doing?

☀️It was hard to believe that four years had already passed since he left home. He wondered how Gran Torino was doing, on his own back in Mustafar—wondered if his Master could see him, somehow. Suppose she would have known anything about Hinata or--if she was proud of him, wherever she was. Get it together, All Might. Toshinori shook himself. You’re almost number one. Focus on that.

💡 “I’ll be fine, Zoe. You and David go have fun at your parents' house--beach house, whatever. Just enjoy spring break with your family, alright? --Alright, I got my hands full and I still gotta get the door, so--yea, yea, Happy Easter Zoe, take care.” As soon as she hung up the phone, Hinata nearly squawked in surprise when the weight of her groceries was suddenly whisked away from her. One glimpse of familiar blue eyes and she knew exactly what had happened. “Fucking hell, Toshinori-san, you scared me! You don’t have to carry those, what are you--?”

☀️ “Hehe, sorry Hinata-chan. It wasn’t my intention to frighten you, I just, er--” Okay, he was willing to admit it. He royally sucked at focusing on the things he should be focusing on. Instead of staying alert on patrol, he’d found himself ruminating about...a lot of things. Passing by the university apartments he’d recognized the head of curly hair on the phone, her arms laden with bags. He found himself leaping forward to help without thinking. Acting is more valuable than thinking anyhow, he supposed. “Just wanted to lend a helping hand, if I could.” he smiled. 

💡 Something was up, she could just tell. Toshinori was wearing his hero smile more than usual lately; which was saying something. He’d been wearing it an awful lot before he revealed his plans to return to Japan. He never said how soon he would leave...maybe that’s what’s bothering him. Should I really dare to ask?  “Well,” Hinata hummed, “Since you’re here, you wanna stay for dinner? I made way too many ramen noodles earlier today, so I needed more ingredients and--”

☀️ Toshinori paused. Here in America, he was constantly bombarded with images of happy families gathering around a given holiday, smiles all around. Sometimes he wondered what Shimura Nana’s family would be doing right now if she were alive. Suppose she hadn’t sacrificed their relationship for the sake of heroism.  He shook himself internally. If he followed those thoughts much further he would lose his smile. That’s the last thing Nana would want for him...and Hinata too, comes to think of it. “Sure!” He beamed. “I’d be delighted.”

💡 Together they sorted the groceries and finished up dinner. In those moments Hinata felt the distinctly warm tingle of deja-vu trickling down her spine. Toshinori-san was as frantic an eater as he always was.  Broth splattered his wrists and collar as he scarfed everything down. The memory squeezed at her sternum, crumpling her nerves into a tight, yearning knot. Hinata bit her lip. “Toshinori-san--” he immediately glanced over at her address. “I know you want to go home sometime soon, but--I’ve honestly been wondering why. Am I allowed to ask that?” Toshinori looked back at his empty bowl, carefully considering before--

☀️ He finally told her. He finally talked to her about...everything. She already knew about Gran Torino (Because he was basically her favourite hero and Toshinori couldn’t resist showing off a *little*). But then he told her why he knew Gran Torino. About Shimura Nana, his master, and how she’d died. Why he wanted to go back... Even years after the fact, the memories still hurt. And Hinata, bless her—

💡Revenge, for Shimura Nana...There was no denying it. She let her emotions get the best of her. Shimura...so that’s why he wanted to know me. If she had been smart, when Toshinori bore his whole story to her, she would have screamed or cried or pushed him away. Instead, she held him close and said: “I’m sorry, Toshinori-san--'' I'm sorry I can’t be who you want me to be. “--Us Shimuras are a dime a dozen back home. But it’s alright--if your master was as amazing as you say she was, I’m sure she’s already proud of you.” Just as proud as I was. “ Whatever you choose going forward, I’m sure that’ll never change.”

☀️ Her soft words prompted him to look at her. His heart stumbled in his chest at the sight of her --I didn’t realize she was so close! “Th-thank you, Hinata-chan,” he stammered. This was one of the rare occasions where she had her hair down. The inky black waves framed her round face beautifully; the smattering of freckles over her cheeks like paint-splattered stars. He’d never noticed before how the freckles lined her upper lip as well...Toshinori immediately forced his gaze upward again. Her eyes were locked on him.  But they shouldn’t have been glimmering so much, he could hardly see their golden colour anymore. Wait, is she--?

💡 Hinata quickly turned away. Nope, not here. Nope. Not crying. Not in front of Toshinori. Hell no. Collecting both their bowls, she set about doing the dishes--leaving Toshinori stunned and confused on her living room sofa. Dammit. The ceramic clattered abruptly in the steel sink. She didn’t flinch. Dammit, dammit, dammit--Wooden utensils, cast iron pots and pans all clacking together. Hinata’s eyes fluttered persistently. God damn it, why?! Why me, why now...Why him? The sound of running water was just enough to smother her sniffles and silent tears. 

☀️ Something was wrong. He could just tell. In the weeks after his...admission (he honestly couldn’t think of what else to call it) it was as if Hinata had vanished. Not in the way one would expect, she still answered his texts and patched up his wounds. But in the midst of their everyday routine--something was lost. Her friendly voice was brittle. Her smiles felt hollow. The sight tugged at something in his chest, though it felt more like tearing fabric. She was there, but she wasn’t really...There. He didn’t know what to do about it. Or why it hurt so much.

💡 God damn it, why can’t I focus?! Hinata’s head fell to her desk with a dull thud. It was a stupid question. She already knew the answer. It was always there; in her life, in her mind, it’d become commonplace by now. If anything, she actually needed to stop thinking about that shit.  But somehow it seemed lately like her sensitivity to it—to him—had been turned up a thousand notches. Her eyes stung all over again just thinking about his smile. --Fucking hell, why do I do this to myself?

☀️ Okay, that was a lie. He knew. Perhaps he always knew, somewhere inside. But subconsciously knowing and consciously acknowledging something were two very different things. Actually, there was an internal sense of relief, in finding the words for what he felt. The problem was trying to express himself to her. Every time she greeted him, he lost his words. By the time he opened his mouth, her smile was turned to someone else. He didn’t know what to do. How to convince her to stop--to look at him and really listen--as she had before. If I could just tell her, maybe...

💡 “You’re in love with him, aren’t you?” 

“No, Zoe, I’m not.”

 “Yea, you are!”

 “No, I’m not.”

 “Hina, come on--” 

“No, I didn’t let you drag me to some bar just for an interrogation. Are we gonna drink, or not?”

☀️ The more he kept his words to himself, the more they filled his mind--swirling around with all the unanswered questions and half-baked reasons he couldn’t understand. She’d told him stories about her family; how so many of them had become heroes, travelled the world...lost their lives. Toshinori paused. He knew what the life of a hero was like, so many hours away from home, throwing himself into danger for the safety of others. Hinata knew it, too, she understood his lifestyle better than almost anyone else he’d ever met. But despite the risk, she’d never shied away before. What changed? What can I do--A thunderous rumble rolled through the air. 

💡It’s hopeless. She knows she’s a lost cause; at this point, she’s just being stubborn. More like quaking in her boots, or shoving shaky hands in her pockets. She knows what’s going on inside her head. There’s only one reason why her stomach would be twisted in this many knots. Or why her pulse constantly flutters at the sight of that smile. She knows. But all the same, seeing the news in a window display, her nerves are validated in the worst way possible. Just when she starts to think she’s falling in love with him--villains decide to set the world on fire. 

☀️Toshinori ended up in a critical condition in the hospital--fading in and out of being like a ghost. Sometimes he heard the muttering of voices. The beeping of machines. He couldn’t open his eyes. Couldn’t see a thing. Everything smelled sterile, along with the pungent citrus sting of window cleaner. But there were quiet moments, too. Tendrils of gold would bloom into his empty world, rousing him from slumber. Warmth like an unfurling sunbeam would spread from wherever she touched. He knew the feeling of her quirk just as well as his own. He would feel a cool hand pressed to his, or hear a soft voice murmuring to him from his bedside. Hinata...you’re here.

💡 It felt so strange, whispering stories to his lifeless body. “A few years ago, there was an incident, an oil rig, off the coast. My aunt was among the heroes trying to rescue the stranded workers. They got the civilians out, but she--she didn’t make it. The day you and I met, I’d just returned from her wake--can’t call it a funeral if they never found her body.” Her grip tightened as she rested her head on their joined hands. “I never wanted to do that again, wakes, funerals, always being left behind. I'm sick of it. I can’t do it, Toshinori. I can’t lose someone again.”Please don’t leave me...

☀️Little did she know, he could hear her. Every word. He tried to move, tried to speak. Tried to channel all his strength into just that one hand. I won’t go. Don’t give up. But he couldn’t move. He could barely draw his breath. Dammit. Pathetic.

💡 One day, Hinata took a deep breath. No more. She stood from her seat in the hospital room. After already losing so many loved ones to heroics, she knew. --If she let herself fall for Toshinori and he disappeared, she would break completely. Not a chance. It was impossible to ignore. Shit like this happens to heroes all the time, death, disappearances and worse. If she couldn’t handle the risk, then she shouldn’t try. It was like that American saying, ‘if you can’t take the heat, get the hell out of the kitchen’. Hinata cast one last glance over her shoulder. There lay Toshinori, lifeless, mummified beyond recognition.  No more. She swallowed the lump in her throat—time to move on.

☀️He hated hospitals. This incident did nothing to change that. Through his weeks of gruelling recovery, the brightest part of his day was always her. She visited him every day--sometimes in scrubs, sometimes in civvies, but always with bouncing curls and sparkling eyes. When he was finally allowed to check out of the hospital, she was beside him. She held up most of the conversation while he concentrated on walking--that is until a particular phrase caught his ear--

 “What was that?”

 Hinata paused. “I met someone,” she tells him. 

“You-you did?”

 “Yea, uhm, Zoe dragged me out to some bar a couple of months ago before you got hurt, and I, uh, that’s where I met Jason. He’s picking us up today and--and he’s been a big help. God knows I’ve been a frustrated mess through this whole thing and--”

 “Are you happy with him?”

 “Huh?”

 “Are you happy?”

 After a moment’s consideration, she smiles. “Hai! All the more now that you’re back, Toshinori-san.” 

Toshinori smiled but said nothing.

[rotationalsymmetry]

some heavier stuff, off of the main post:

it used to be that homosexuality was so conflated with being sexually predatory and specifically being a child molester in the popular consciousness, that many school districts would not allow openly gay teachers. That many openly queer people had no contact with children in their extended family. That you had to choose between being openly queer and having any sort of relationship with children whatsoever.

And now we have things like the Blues Clues Pride song. The times they are a’changing. And thank goodness.

[asmithclothiersusa]

Like a Rolling Store: These Mobile Shops Changed Rural American Life

Tuesday marks the 75th birthday of Bob Dylan and there’s no better way to reflect on the past three-quarters of a century of American food-shopping habits than to say “the times they are a’changing.” For the majority of American history, the people of the United States produced most of their food themselves, supplemented by a handful of items purchased on rare trips to the local grocer. But by the time of Dylan’s birth in 1941, less than 18% of Americans were farmers. Pressed by the hardship of the Great Depression, hungry consumers turned to new-fangled self-service supermarkets, which offered a diversity of goods at lower prices, effectively rendering the local grocery obsolete by the 1950s and 1960s. For More information visit our website :- https://www.asmithclothiers.com/a-smith-clothiers/

[quynhorlose]

xin chào. thank you for being here.

feel free to look around <3

[izanori]

times are a’changing

wait… i coulda swore the limit for the queue was 300, but rn i have 309 posts in there…..

[castielcommunism]

On the bi Dean train: it has to be interesting seeing him as the times change and public opinion shifts. For him, his attraction to men is a little thing compartmentalized and tucked neatly away, a fact of life (but not one meant to be shared). What do you think it’s like, meeting more and more lgbt people and seeing how much can change in 20 years?

I’m inclined to think he’d be, like, tolerant? When it’s other people? Maybe even encouraging sometimes, in his own way. Times are a’changing and all that.

Oh shit! Or maybe he’d even falter and blush, because it comes a little too close to home. Awkwardly supportive of his friends and family, but kind of wants to leave the room when the topic comes up.

I mean it’s hilarious that dean’s number one reaction in the show whenever meeting a gay person is 😳 oh. wow haha. that’s so cool of you man. I’m happy for you dude. I’m not gay or anything but there’s nothing wrong with that. you’re living your life as yourself that’s awesome. wow. like you’re gay for real? damn. I wish I could do that. I’m not gay but that sounds cool.

like dean will say homophobic things and call his brother gay and stuff but the moment he meets an Actual Gay Person he just kinda shuts down. so I feel like he would keep doing that until he’s friends with regular gay people for a while and then chills out about it

[permian-tropos]

the only thing keeping me from a bit of a psychotic breakdown rn is 60s anti war tunes. if you cut off my repeat playlist of “blowin’ in the wind”, “where have all the flowers gone”, “down by the riverside”, “the times they are a’changing” I will literally start biting people

[arlathen]

it has been a while since i played the outer worlds but i was thinking about it today and specifically thinking about why, on paper, it has all the fixins’ of a treasured game that we replay over and over again. and i don’t have a full essay but i think one of the core problems, aside from the fact that corporate culture satire is just kind of dead in this day and age because we’re living it baby, is that the conflict feels very individualist.

like you got the main character and phineas who are resisting the board, and you’ve got the board and all their lackeys. it isn’t as if the main character is like building a movement to rebel against the board.

the world is fun, but there isn’t really a conflict baked into it. it’s you and your weird uncle versus the status quo and the NPCs don’t particularly care. like when i think about new vegas or pillars of eternity, there are things going on in the world. times are already a’changing and the player becomes a major player in those changes. but they don’t see waidwen’s legacy and go “someone should stop that” -- people are already trying to stop it! trying to stop it has sparked new debates!

so i guess the problem is with the stakes. because the problem matters to you, personally. and there’s the whole plot point they add in act 3 with the lifetime employment program that doesn’t really go anywhere -- this is what theoretically would make what the player is trying to accomplish matter to everyone else in the setting, but very few people ever find out about it and no one cares. and a side effect of this is that the world feels so much less alive. there’s no conflict in the world, so nobody has anything to say or do.

[angel-princess-anna]

Speculation Sunday

Yay, thanks CinemaCon for... describing the cookie to us? Still waiting to consume the cookie myself though (okay I gotta stop with the crumbs and cookies analogy)

First and foremost, I gotta admit that I’m not on my A game these days. I work in a public library, and working with the public during a pandemic... is not fun. I’m burnt out and definitely not running on all cylinders. Thus, while I like to think that I can still logically piece things together, I know I have a harder time of it, whoops. But anyway I’ll try, and sorry if I’m not making any sense. But here we go!

So I’d thrown away my idea about France, but now it seems that the trip is indeed a grand tour of Europe!

While the trips in the CSs have been fun, I do hope the bulk of the movie is not set during said holiday. Especially if this is the end of DA. 

(also from my perspective as an A/B fan, you know they aren’t taking the kiddos overseas - the ‘they’ being more that Fellowes wouldn’t write it, not that the characters wouldn’t - so, non merci, s'il vous plait.)

The other question is how much of the cast goes on the trip. Like they wouldn’t move the whole household. But Carson’s the one saying “the British are coming”. CinemaBlend only mentions Robert and Cora on a boat, but do the mean ‘boat’ (like say... a gondola?) or ‘ship’.

But speaking of the cast, I’ll be pedantic and say that their insistence of “entire cast” doesn’t actually answer my questions. That could be any combination of characters, really. Even if we narrow it down to who is alive, I don’t think we are seeing Rose. I think what they mean is the ‘original principal cast who was in S6 and also DA 2019′. But yet, Rosamund who wasn’t in DA 2019 is in DA 2022. See my problem? lol

It is really weird to me that they don’t list out everyone in a gigantic paragraph like they did DA 2019. We got that before filming even....

Dominic West’s character seems to be an actor, piecing together different reports from CinemaCon.

Next is the title. I saw some people complaining about “A New Era” being too basic, but to me it’s similar to a lot of the CS titles. And really, I’m just glad it’s not just “2″ lol

That said though... what does it mean??? Are we really ushering in a New Era? Like that said, when the show was originally conceived as three series it was:

S1: the end of the Edwardian Summer S2: The First World War S3: the beginning of the ‘20s

Then the show went on and on and we’ve been in the ‘20s ever since.

Now we are in dangerously close to the ‘30s, which Fellowes has always said he’d never take DA into (but Fellowes doesn’t always stand by what he says so). Is the new era the Great Depression (well it might be depression for me)? Are we actually going to have people move on from DA because Times Are A’Changing (OG crew, remember when a cover of that was used in an ITV advert for S3E8?? oof)??

Or, more than likely, it just... so that the movie has a title.

Or... maybe V, you know. d words.

And the new era that begins... is without her...

Really, my gut reaction was that it’s really that the old era is over.

Although thinking about how the tweet reads ‘new era begins” makes it seem like we are heading in a new chapter that goes beyond this one movie... Phase 4 of the DA Cinematic Universe?!??!

I won’t read too much into that part of the tweet though. It would make more sense for a reboot title if that’s how it’s being used, tbh. A sequel about the kids. Something like that. Which this isn’t. Which is why I’m thinking it doesn’t mean it in that regard.

To cycle back around to entering the Depression: it seems like the big expensive trip is to draw the fans in who watch DA for the glitz and glam. So I think we’ll probaby stick to 1928 (it’s September per the clues from the filming in Essex, so we’d have to do some time skipping), and also that the film will be ‘light’* outside of what may or may not happen to Violet.

*(again, I hope this doesn’t translate to ‘farce’ this time, but I’m thinking more like the tone of S1, but later ‘20s style. And once more, you can still be poignant and still not be tragic.)

(As a general rule, I don’t usually discuss what’s in the tabloids, but a broken clock is right twice a day. The Scum Sun says someone is getting killed off, and you know who my guess is)

Anyway, that’s my rambles for now!

[weclassybouquetfun]

The times - they are a’changing.

WB is going to obliterate the theatrical window and release their 2021 slate on the same day as the theatrical release. That means DUNE, 

SUICIDE SQUAD,

  IN THE HEIGHTS

and THE SOPRANOS prequel, THE MANY SAINTS OF NEWARK

and THE MATRIX sequels are joining Diana Prince on HBO Max.

Other titles joining them:

KING RICHARD -  the story of Venus and Serena William’s training under their father starring Will Smith, Aunjanue Ellis and Jon Bernthal. 

GODZILLA V. KONG starring Millie Bobby Brown, Alexander Skarsgard, Kyle Chandler

JUDAS AND THE BLACK MESSIAH starring Daniel Kaluuya and Lakeith Stanfield, Ashton Sanders and Jesse Plemons.

A live-action TOM & JERRY starring Chloe Grace Moretz, Michael Pena and Rob Delaney.

SPACE JAM: A NEW LEGACY starring Lebron James, Sonequa Martin-Green and Don Cheadle.

and MORTAL KOMBAT starring Hiroyuki Sanada, Lewis Tan, Tadanobu Asano and Jessica McNamee.

This is enormous. For years the theaters have fought against a shortened window and against day-and-date releases. Sean Parker (you know, the guy Justin Timberlake played in THE SOCIAL NETWORK) tried to make this happen years ago with a service called The Screening Room; and while studios took meetings with him and even Steven Spielberg seemed supportive, it was pushed back against) and have done their best to entice theater goers by offering reserved seating, better food options, reclined seating, heightened viewing experiences like top Dolby sound, reclining seats and 4DX, but the theaters are dying and hoping from help from the government to stay afloat as there seems to be no realistic date on the horizon for a full-throated return to opening for exhibitors. 

There are millions who are agnostic about all of this, but I am a firm believer in the cinema going experience and while I understand why studios are making this move, I feel for the exhibitors and for filmmakers who truly want their films to be seen in the intended format. 

The dates for 2021′s CinemaCon has been announced. 2020′s event was cancelled due to Covid-19, but for 2021 the National Association of Theater Owners have shifted it to August in hopes for an in-person event.  It will be very interesting to see the discussions that will take place. 

[alpinistoamericano]

So I just got a surprise promotion out of the blue and they gave me everything that I wanted.

I had basically accepted I needed to get a new job because I didn’t see vertical movement happening. However out to the blue the CEO called me and is reshaping my position and moving me up significantly. Now I have to deal with a new boss, and completely new focus of work. Beyond exited for this new challenge because the company is great but my roll had become stagnant. Times they are a’changing

[onlyonewoman]

Yes, I’m gonna be the whiny old ass woman right now. I’m gonna be the “back in my days” bitch because in my youth the Internet was young as well and we didn’t know what the fuck we were doing and yadayada. I wanna say that todays youth are fucking magnificent for being so alert and bright and aware of shit my generation wasn’t. I applaud you for it and I also realise that times are a’changing differently now than they were when I grew up. Let me explain: I can connect with my parents born in the 1950′s in a way I, being born in the early 80′s, can’t do with people born on this side of the millennia and I’ve realised that technology has simply made me older faster in certain areas because times are a’changing and when I was 20, Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and Tumblr weren’t even invented yet.  Since I’m not very into new technology, I’m not always updated on how shit works, meaning when people invite my old ass to something new online, I might make mistakes and that’s where I think times have a’changed in just the entirely wrong fucking way. Look, I get it. The world is a kinda shitty place and you don’t want to deal with trolls or people not caring about each other and stuff, but please, in these trying times, why the hell do so many people immediately think that the first overstep of a rule is of malicious intent? How is kicking someone out after mere minutes in a group only for mentioning you write noncon, instead of just saying “dude, its against the rules” a good thing that leads to anything good for anyone? I don’t understand why you even bother with interacting with other people at all, if you don’t leave ANY room for honest mistakes.  How do you live? Is this how you address every problem? How does a “I write noncon” in a fanfic group because you didn’t see the rule about not mentioning that, result in an immediate ban and also being blocked by the person who invite you...?  Like, come on people. I’m too fucking old for this shit. Life doesn’t work like that. You can’t treat every stupid mistake with a “you’re canceled” button. You remind of the rules and then, if the person keep breaking them, you kick their ass out. But to never leave room for mistakes, makes us small, cruel and lonely. Repeated and blatant disregard is one thing, but when a lost idiot in their soon to be 40:ish explains she doesn’t get how this new platform works and mentions a forbidden word because she’s an old ass idiot who made an honest mistake immedately gets blocked, you’re not creating a safe and healthy space.  You’re only making people hypervigilant and I’m not gonna be a part of such stupity.

[shock]

where can i hear yer music ;-O

come down to the beach in southern california while we’re doing stuff :~)

jokes aside i’m working on an album (KNOCKOUT BLOW) right now, ssslooowly (practicing bass and mandolin and harp and sax to get there)... but anything i’ve been part of so far is mostly on jane virtual bird’s channel.

i help with vocals here:

and here:

and some other ones i’m too embarrassed to link directly LOL.

i also wrote this (part of a larger piece i’m working on in the future album):

and here’s a sneak peek at some lyrics i’m really, really proud of (gonna be on the album):

There’s a hole inside my heartAnd it’s bleeding, bleeding, bleeding outAll my punctured, broken, pulsing woundsI’m not supposed to die so soonAnd neither are youNo, neither are youI just hope the future’s brighterIn a world without my motherI just hope it all gets brighterAnd I can finally meet my brotherNow I’m falling down and out of graceThis empty field’s the perfect placeFor washing out that awful tasteForget about my mother’s faceI can’t wait for it all to get betterOr a world without my motherYou know, it’s starting to get betterSomeday I’ll finally meet my brother

//

It’s breathing, it’s livingMy food’s been disappearingThere’s this corner in the kitchenThat makes my brain feel way too scaredWhen I walk by, I close my eyesI wish that I could tell you whyI just can’t seem to call to mindWhy if I look, I think I might dieI think “feral, fierce, and savage”Are unfair judgments to passA cat that loves the fireplaceWho we define as civilizedWill just as easy slip outsideSlaughter passing native birdsWith all that same perverted wonderAs cats who, seeing fire, run in terrorPlease don’t say I’m crazyBut I don’t think it’s the houseIt’s just that I’ve been growing biggerAnd this place has stayed the sameAll this time and nothing’s changedStill haven’t lost my sense of shameThe only thing that’s different nowCan’t drown inside that tiny showerMy head’s too tall, just won’t fit underI found pictures of me and my motherAt the bottom, she captioned‘Summer Party, Me and Charlie’But that’s me, in the pictureAnd my name - it isn’t CharlieI don’t remember any partyI don’t remember, but that’s me.

//

I’m not a real man, I don’t get raging drunkAnd unlike a real man, I don’t pack my things and leaveA couple kids behind still waiting there for meNah, I am not a real manBut what I am is good enough for meI’m not a real man, got no problem holding handsAnd unlike a real man, I’ll say that I love all my friendsAnd I’m not ashamed to say that they knowAll the ugly whys and ways that I can cryThey tried to find a reason, she’s a tomboyAnd a few words I don’t think I’ll be repeatingNever stopped and thought that kid might be a cowboy‘Cause “dirty rebel”s not as neatly prettyBeing a real man, I don’t like what that all meansOr if it’s something that I ever want to beBut hey, these times they are a’changingThey could still learn a few new concepts from meCollectively, and in therapyMaybe then you might just find meWith my two thumbs up and smilingNext to manhood in the dictionary