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Title: Ride With Me (part fifteen) Fandom: Supernatural Timeline: 2008 Pairing: Dean x Reader Word count: ±5200 words Summary series: Y/N is a talented horse rider who is on her way to become a professional. In order to convince her father that she deserves the loan needed to start her own farm, she goes to Arizona for six months, to intern at a ranch owned by Bobby and Ellen Singer. Her future is set out, but then she meets a handsome horseman, who goes by the name of Dean Winchester. A heartwarming series about a cowboy who falls for the girl, letting go of the past and the importance of family. Summary part fifteen: The sun rises and it’s time to bring the herd home, but not before Dean reconnects with an old friend. Warnings series: NSFW, 18+ only! Fluff, angst, eventually smut. Swearing, smoking, alcohol intoxication, alcohol abuse. Mutual pining, heartbreak. Crying, nightmares, childhood trauma. Description of animal abuse, domestic violence, mentions of addiction. Financial problems, stress, mental breakdown. Description of blood and injury, hospital scenes, character death, grief. Music: Dean & Rocko scene: ‘Road To Perdition’ - The City Of Prague Philharmonic Orchestra. Final scene: ‘Ride’ - Hans Zimmer. Check out ‘Kate Huntington’s Ride With Me playlist’ on Spotify! Author’s note: It’s about damn time, ain’t it? Thank you @kittenofdoomage, @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish and @winchest09 for helping me. You girls are awesome betas and friends.

Ride With Me Masterlist

Slow hoofbeats, little rocks and earth crunching underneath the thousand pound animal. Surprisingly light on its feet, never disturbing the quiet, as it scours the land for the last grass of the season. Calm breaths, taking in over a gallon of oxygen with each inhalation, followed by a soft purring sound when the air is pushed out through the nose. The cold of the night lingers and the air condensates. The first glint of the sun catches the moist clouds coming from its nostrils, turning the fierce creature into a dragon. Kind eyes, calm when it’s safe, but scanning the environment nevertheless, always on the lookout for predators. Pointy ears, flitting back and forth independently, picking up even the smallest whisper, like two little space antennas scanning the sky.

Dean watches the herd from a distance, with Y/N still sound asleep in his arms. He can tell she’s exhausted, because she didn’t stir once in the past three hours. The cowboy made sure she was fully covered with the unzipped sleeping bag, holding her close to keep her warm. She seems so comfortable, so trusting; it humbles him. Apparently she’s completely at ease being so close, her self-consciousness burned away by his never ending adoration. Of course he noticed the hesitation when they all went for a swim yesterday evening. She wanted to disappear, covering herself with her arms crossed in front of her chest, her expression shameful. And then there was the insecurity just hours ago, her mind clearly spiraling when he couldn’t give her the confirmation she so desperately seeks. Dean wonders what happened for her to lack confidence. If she has some douchebag ex-boyfriend maybe, who didn’t treat her right.

Staying awake wasn’t any trouble overnight, because he had plenty to think about. He’s not the guy to analyse his every thought, he'd rather stuff it all down and ignore them all together. But spending several hours under the Yucca tree, in an embrace with the one person that has his mind reeling, left him no option. So many questions, so much doubt. He wishes he had more answers, he wishes he could have a glance into the future in order to tell if he’s on the right path. If he can make it work with her, if he can step up to become the man she’s looking for. If she will stay with him, even after the internship, because the thought of her leaving brings back an anxiety that he used to experience when his family threatened to fall apart, which is exactly what happened, eventually. He came to one conclusion, though; he’s not going to let her go.

His gaze remains absently fixed on the horses, who have moved a few hundred yards closer. The oldest stallion of the herd had spotted the wranglers about an hour ago, but after careful observation decided that they weren’t a threat. It’s a beautiful sight, beams peeking over the mountain range, framing the horses’ silhouettes with gold. Small bugs twirl in the air like fireflies, surrounding the large animals. Dean squints and tips his head forward when the rising sun becomes brighter. The warmth is welcome; he hasn’t moved an inch over the past hours, not wanting to wake Y/N, causing the cold to settle in his bones.

A new dawn means they’ve got work to do and Dean is left no choice but to wake the heavy sleeper. The arrival of morning does the job for him, however; even with her eyes closed, the light seeps through. It triggers her to turn into him and hide her face in the crook between his shoulder and his chest. Y/N grunts, disagreeing with the time, and Dean sniggers. He’s not much of a morning person either, but his intern takes the cake. “Mornin’, Yankee.” She opens one eye and looks up, meeting an amused yet adoring smile. “Morning…” Groggy, she rubs her face with the back of her hand. “Five more minutes?” “You’ll miss the view,” Dean says, nodding at the horizon.

His eyes reflect the scenery he’s beholding, the colors vibrant as the sun hits them just right, adding amber to the jade in his irises. It peaks her interest, and Y/N turns her head to face the new day. Only leaving a crack for the light to pass her long lashes, she takes in the mesmerizing scenery. On the edges of her vision, a darker shade of blue transitions into a lighter one, the tones changing from cold to warm as they enclose the sun. Cirrus clouds catch the first rays, curling across the sky like wisps of silk hair. From cobalt to pale turquoise, from apricot to saffron. The painter of this picture used every color on the spectrum. And smack in the middle, the sun rises. So bright, she seems to be aware that planets orbit around her. The Superstition Mountains stand proud and tall in the south, the peaks catching the early light, making the volcanic formations seem blood orange, as if lava is erupting from the earth once again.

The herd is only a couple of hundred yards away now, grazing calmly. They don’t seem to be aware of the humans sitting on the top of the hill, almost as if Y/N is in a cinema, watching a gigantic movie screen. It would explain the idyllic Wild West decor, because such magic can only be created with CGI in a Hollywood studio. But they are here. Y/N can smell the air, sweet and earthy. She can hear the wind rustling small bushes and blowing gently through the canyons. She can feel Dean, the warmth radiating from his large form that has enveloped her. “It’s breathtaking,” she says softly, leaning into him. He places a soft kiss on her hair, and she smiles, content. “Thanks for letting me sleep.” He shrugs it off. “You needed it. We’ve got a long day ahead of us.” Y/N sits up and rolls her neck to loosen her muscles. “It’s going to be intense, isn’t it?” she guesses, getting to her feet. “I’d call it adventurous and exciting,” Dean chuckles, stretching his back now that he can move freely again. “Just like the old spaghetti westerns, y’know? Well… without the gun slinging and bounty hunts. It’ll be awesome, trust me.”

Y/N sniggers, strolling around the Yucca tree to meet her horse. She finds it cute how the tough cowboy, who’s closing in on thirty, is beaming like a little kid. After ruffling Joplin’s mane, she takes a small case from one of the saddlebags, which holds her toothbrush and a small tube of toothpaste. She has found a new level of appreciation for these simple products of hygiene, given that she has been stripped from luxury and has to do with the absolute necessary. Especially since she’s not just kissing Dean in her dreams these days.

Looking forward to the day on his doorstep, Dean pulls his radio phone from the front saddlebag, turning it on and twisting the knob to find the channel. “Benny? Come in?” He lets go of the PTT button, the device beeping once when he does, then it’s quiet for a moment. Mirroring Y/N’s actions, he one handedly fishes out his toothbrush as well, but when his friend doesn’t respond, he pushes the talk button again. “You better get your lazy ass out of bed, Lafitte. Gotta bring the horses in.” Dean clips the radio to his belt. He has brushed his teeth, rinsed his mouth and cleaned his face by the time the farrier replies. “Good mornin’ to you too, Chief.” Dean grins at the slightly cynical tone of the Southerner. He pushes the button again, moving the speaker closer to his mouth. “We’re with the herd, on Black Top Mesa, close to Dutchman’s Trailhead. Ya’ll ready to move?” “Sure am, just cooking up some breakfast to go. Do you want some or did you already eat out?”

Y/N has never timed taking a sip of water worse, because it comes out through both her mouth and nose. Dean stares at her mortified before he snaps the walkie talkie to his mouth. “She can hear ya, you jackass!” he returns, his voice higher than he anticipated. “Oh, I bet she can.” The head wrangler shuts his eyes and cringes, turning away from Y/N to hide his red face. His free hand goes for his belt loop first, then rubs the back of his neck, before wiping the sweat on the denim of his jeans. Shit, this is embarrassing. “I - I - We… You know what? I don’t owe you an explanation,” he hisses into the radio phone. “I’m just saying, brother, if you haven’t yet, it’s gonna take us at least forty five minutes to get to ya, so--” “- Over and out, Benny!”

Quickly, he turns the device off, breathes out, and scoffs. That son of a bitch. Dean isn’t sure how he’s going to make Benny pay just yet, but he will taste his wrath. He carefully glances over his shoulder to check on Y/N, who he finds with her hand clasped over her mouth, trying her very best to contain her giggles. “You think that’s funny, huh?” he mutters, flustered. She laughs warm and hearty, wiping tears from her eyes as she approaches the cowboy. “You don’t need enemies with friends like him, that’s a given,” she chuckles.

He glances at her, his mouth pulling into a smile. She can spot a hint of relief, now that he knows she’s taking it well, but blood still warms his cheeks, making his freckles invisible. It amazes her every single time how all that confidence washes away once he loses direction. Benny was just teasing him, Dean must be aware of that. Besides, it’s not like the green eyed wrangler to take things easy, as he said so himself, so it’s not strange his Southern friend figured he covered at least a couple of bases overnight. She can feel a blush add color to her face as well, when the thought crosses her mind. Honestly, she too silently hoped he would have gone ‘down that road’.

“Well, unfortunately he assumed wrong,” she addresses boldly, taking the collar of his stockman coat gently between her thumb and index finger, reeling him in. “But he was right about them taking at least forty five minutes to get here.” Stunned eyes flick over her features, wondering if he’s imagining things or if she really just gained the confidence he’s lacking at this very moment. Once again she blows him off his feet with her newfound assertiveness, like she does every so often. Shit, she’s sexy when she takes the lead like that. “He sure was,” he returns, his hands now moving to her waist. “I know we agreed to take it easy,” she tilts her head slightly, folding her arms around his neck now. “So what should we do with all that time?”

Dean smirks at her from under his hat, shaking his head amused without breaking eye contact. What a tease. He couldn’t resist her to save his own life. Her radiance is brighter than the rising sun behind her. The pull he’s experiencing, the level of attraction, it’s so strong; he knows he’s going to have a tough time sticking to his boundaries. He has to, though, he has to do right by her. But that doesn’t mean they can’t have a little fun along the way. “I got a few ideas,” he implies. Before Y/N knows it, the strong wrangler lifts her up, pulling a squeal from within her, followed by a fit of giggles. He adjusts his grip when she folds her legs around his middle, smothering her sly grin with a sweet kiss. The low chuckle that escapes his throat sounds both gentle and gruff, adding to the wholesome sensation that fills her chest. By the Yucca tree, he lowers himself to the ground, still holding the cowgirl in his arms until she has found her balance and straddles his lap, a knee buried in the gravelly sand on either side of him. The intimate connection strengthens as they get lost in the moment, the laughs dying down, eyes falling shut.

Dean lets his fingers wander over the fabric of her clothes, tracing the lines of her neck, her spine, the curves of her hips. Feeling no pressure that this needs to lead somewhere right now calms him, because even though it’s proven to be difficult to keep their hands off each other, he knows she will give him the space he needs and, despite this little tease, she respects him more than he respects himself. He makes a little mental note when she whimpers, as he continues to leave a trail of kisses from the corner of her mouth, down her throat and her collarbone. Dean might not go down on the beautiful cowgirl today, but he will remember the little touches that make her sigh and squirm.

Their agreement to take it slow, combined with Benny’s remark, sparked something new. Since their first kiss, she has been willing, eager for more, but now that what she wants is just out of reach, she finds it difficult to control herself. He can tell in the way she touches him, the audible breaths that reach his hearing when their mouths aren’t sealed together, the longing in her eyes when she opens them for a brief second. Dean never thought he would say it, but taking their time might have an advantage he hadn’t considered before. Teasing him, tempting her… it’s an interesting way to pass the time. Making each other wait might feel like a torturous game right now, but when the moment does arrive for them to take things to the next level, it’s going to be something else. And just like that, the bachelor who didn’t waste a second to get around with so many women, doesn’t mind waiting for the one.

The two lay together for at least half an hour, making out like teenagers. Sweet touches, cute giggles, all smiles. If they could freeze time, they would. But when Dean glances north and notices the dust clouds coming from La Barge Canyon, they have to interrupt the intimacy; Benny and the others are on their way.

Five minutes later, Dean shrugs off his long coat, now that the sun has cast out the crisp of the night. He folds it up tightly and stuffs it into one of his saddlebags. Y/N has already mounted Joplin, at home in the Tucker trail saddle. The mare didn’t entirely awaken from her slumber apparently, because for once in her life, she stands still and doesn’t bounce around impatiently like a bronc in the holding box at the rodeo. Her rider has her wrists crossed on the horn, the reins casually between her fingers, as she stares at the herd ahead. “That’s the leader, isn’t it?” she says.

Dean turns his head, looking at the dark bay horse, who stands between them and his congeners. The animal stares back, ears perked forward, one of them flicking back to the herd every now and them. The stallion observes him carefully, he doesn’t seem entirely sure how to deal with the presence of humans. He’s alert, ready to bolt and take his herd to safety, yet at the same time curious. Understandable, because these youngsters spent most of their life living as feral horses, only seeing men when they were moved from the reservation to the large winter pastures closer to the ranch, and back to the mountains when spring was around the corner. “Yeah, seems like it,” Dean confirms, watching the beautiful creature. He returns his gaze to the task at hand, tying the sleeping bag behind Ted’s saddle, but then realization hits him. Wait a minute, is that…? The wrangler turns to face the interested horse again, who is looking at him from about two hundred yards away, like he seems to recognize the cowboy as well. Y/N glances from the wrangler to the horse and back. “Dean?”

But he doesn’t respond, slowly stepping away from Ted, narrowing his eyes to see better. The horse’s mane grew long, his forelock covering his face, the black hair growing all the way down to his nose, but a hint of a blaze still visible through the curtain. Dark brown eyes take Dean in as the stallion waits, so still that one could mistake him for a statue, save the wind playing with his tail. The low vegetation hides the white markings on his legs, so the wrangler can’t tell for sure. It can’t be. He couldn’t have grown that big, he wouldn’t be the alpha, he reminds himself. But besides the horse’s size and rank within the herd, there’s nothing that indicates the animal, isn’t him.

Dean moves his hand to his mouth, pressing the tabs of his thumb and index finger together, creating a circle, before he places them on his lips. He inhales and whistles sharply. The sheer, high-pitched sound moves across the land, reaching ears miles away. The ears the whistle was meant for, pick up the unique sound too and instantly the caution and doubt in the horse’s stance is gone. He neighs back, loud and strong, confirming Dean’s suspicion. “Well, I’ll be damned…” he breathes. “You two know each other?” Y/N wonders. Dean beams. “Yeah, we go way back.”

He leaves Ted and Y/N on top of the hill, carefully making his way down the slope without spooking the feral horse. But the stallion doesn’t feel threatened anymore, now that he recognizes Dean. He jogs up to him, taking a few more steps before he halts. Friendly eyes take in the wrangler, his nostrils flaring when Dean tentivally reaches, picking up his scent. As a content smile spreads across Dean’s face, he lets his fingertips brush the horse’s nose, soft as velvet. He takes another step, gliding the palm of his hand up his jaw now, to his cheek and then down his neck, following the flow of the horse’s dark hair. The short summer coat has already partly been replaced, now that the cold of winter will arrive in a month or so. Last time Dean saw him, he was barely two years old. A youngster, a boney juvenile, who was a tad small. Obviously the fellow needed more time. That’s why the wrangler gave his horse another year to grow. It worked out well, because look at him now. “Hey, bud,” Dean says softly, ruffling the horse’s mane. “You got big.”

From a distance, Y/N watches the reunion. She doesn’t know the whole story, but the connection between man and animal is unmistakably strong. They have a place in each other’s hearts and even though they have been apart for a while, that didn’t change. The leader of the herd, who one would expect to be dominant, accepts a human touch without hesitation. It’s an unusual response for a horse who has lived off the grid for years.

Warmth fills her chest, a smile on her lips, similar to the one Dean carries. It’s incredible to witness him around the animals that captivate them both. She has enjoyed his interactions many times before, watching him handle them on the ground, seeing him ride. Always kind, always respectful. He has a way with horses that is special. Her grandfather would have said he’s gifted. He also would have given her a thumbs up. Grandpa always offered wise words, often followed by silence, the quiet giving them even more strength. One of his sayings comes to mind: You can judge a man’s character by the way he treats his horses. Well then, if that’s a given, then Dean is definitely one of the kindest and most loving souls she has come across.

The wrangler rubs the stallion’s shoulder, before he slowly turns around. He tries to beckon the beautiful dark horse with a simple shoulder movement, using only body language to invite the large animal to follow him. After a moment of hesitation, during which the stallion glances at his herd and back at his human, he follows. No rope, no pressure, no constraint, but free will. It’s hard to miss the pleased expression on Dean’s face when he looks up at the cowgirl, who still watches from Joplin’s back. “I know country boys aren’t known for manners, but aren’t you going to introduce your friend?” she jokes.

The stallion stops at the bottom of the small hill, aware that as the leader of his group, he still has a task to fulfill. He stands tall, checking on the herd, the autumn breeze catching his tangled mane, folding his tail around his hind legs. He looks almost mythical. “His name is Rock N’ Roll.” Dean takes him in, proudly. “But he goes by Rock’o.” “Is he yours?” she asks, curiously. The wrangler nods. “I was there when he was born. He had a rough start in life. I bottle fed him the first couple of months.” Amazed, she smiles at him. “No wonder you two are close.” He returns her expression, taking a moment to absorb the image of both the woman who is conquering his heart, and his horse who already claimed it years ago. “It’s gonna be much easier to bring in the herd with him on our side,” Dean says, moving to Ted’s left side, after which he puts his foot in the stirrup and swings the other over the saddle. “We have to handle it delicately, but he trusts me.” “You think he will follow you?” Y/N assumes, keeping Joplin on the spot, who seems to have woken up from her nap, now that Dean mounted his horse as well. “No, but he will keep the herd together. It's a misconception that the stallion leads the group. They are usually in the rear, driving up stragglers,” Dean explains.

The head wrangler glances over his shoulder at the growing dust cloud, an indication that Benny and the rest of the crew are closing in. Within a minute, he spots the four riders and their pack horses coming over the hill. The mischievous grin on the Southerner’s face can be spotted from far away. “Had a nice mornin’ ride, Chief?” he nags under his breath, once he has joined the two riders. Dean shoots him a glare, his fiery green eyes demanding him to shut up without using actual words. Y/N heard the farrier, however, and no one is prepared for the comeback. “Oh, we didn’t have time. Forty-five minutes isn’t nearly enough for what I had in mind,” she counters casually.

Dean snorts, caught by surprise, while Benny cocks his head at the intern, staring at her bug-eyed. Y/N doesn’t give the the blue-eyed cowboy another second of her attention and leads her horse to Ted, her fingertips briefly touching Dean’s thigh as she passes him, before she rides down the hill, her head held high. Amused, the head wrangler waits for his friend to catch the wide grin on his face, which he does once Benny snaps out of his trance. He shakes his head sniggering, his laugh rumbling deep and low in his chest. “Brother, you are in way over your head,” he states. “She’s a pistol.” Dean admittingly raises his brow, nodding in agreement while watching her ride off. “She sure is.”

“Yah!” In full gallop Y/N speeds up along the left flank of the herd, directing the horses back to a compact group every time they fan out. Benny and Macy are leading, Dean tailing, while Brad and Jon cover the right side. The head wrangler wasn’t lying when he said that it was going to be exciting, because she feels like she’s living a Wild West fantasy.

Joplin has her ears in her neck as she sprints away, cutting off two stallions who fan out. Her rider doesn’t even have to give a signal, the feisty dark mare knows exactly what to do. Even though she is smaller than the others, she stands her ground and didn’t think twice when one of the juvenile stallions took an interest in her. With a squeal and a firm kick she made clear not to mess with her, her zero-tolerance attitude keeping them at a safe distance. Y/N had a hunch Joplin was good at the job, otherwise Dean wouldn’t have chosen the strong minded horse for his intern, but she didn’t expect her partner to be this fierce. Unflagging, focussed, and fast as a bullet. It’s an absolute thrill to work with her.

They pursued the herd into O’Grady Canyon, the higher cliffs on both sides helping the wranglers keep them together. They passed the rock formations of Tim’s Saddle and Dean and Y/N briefly exchanged a look and a smile as they crossed the small creek. Revisiting the place where they shared their first kiss only two days ago feels special, that night’s energy still in the air. So much has happened since, and yet their journey has only just begun.

After a quick drinking pause, they continued, before the herd could fall apart. Some of the animals are restless, while others follow a lot more calmly. Using horses instead of dirt bikes or even a helicopter is a lot less stressful for the feral animals, but being chased makes them nervous nonetheless. Rocko’s laid back attitude towards the humans keeps the panic in the herd contained to a minimum, though.

Thankfully, the weather is working in their favor for a change. A cool breeze is sweeping across the terrain and swishing through the canyons, keeping the temperature from rising to the heights it reached in the past couple of days. It’s a good thing the conditions are a lot more tolerable, because the riding is intense. The wind, together with the stampede, does kick up a lot of sand, engulfing the wranglers in clouds of earthy particles. Dean, being at the back of the herd, has pulled his neckerchief over his nose, keeping the dust from entering his lungs.

Halfway through the afternoon, the wranglers have managed to guide the group of horses safely down the slopes on the east banks of the Superstitions. A time consuming detour, but crossing the mountains without a herd is challenging enough, not to mention with over a dozen wild animals added to the clan. After descending the much smoother slopes for hours on end, the canyon functioning as a tunnel and relieving the pressure from the riders, the walls on either side fan out. Before them lays the valley, the small town of Gold Canyon in the far distance to the west, the sun edging towards it as the day begins to close in on the night.

“Yankee!” It’s Dean who gets her attention, his voice rising above the sound of the stampede. Y/N turns in the saddle while she continues to follow the movement of her horse with her hips. Behind her, three young stallions have wandered away from the group in a matter of seconds. Joplin hasn’t noticed them yet, fixed on holding the flank ahead, but when her rider moves her hand to the left, she rolls away like a fighter jet. The little dark mare needs no encouragement and is at full speed within five strides, shooting across the terrain at a speed of forty miles an hour. Y/N has bent over Joplin’s neck, staying low in order to increase the aerodynamics. The fast rhythmic sound of hoofbeats tremor the ground, the wind rushes in her ears and drags tears from the corners of her eyes. The two cut off the youngsters, redirecting them back to the herd like they have been doing this together for years. Y/N’s partner in crime pushes her ears back and snaps her teeth, not so kindly advising the horses to hurry it up or else, triggering her rider to grin at her feisty character. Once the three join the others, the cowgirl lets out a cheer, adrenaline coursing through her veins. Dean was absolutely right, this is just like a spaghetti western.

They ride along the promontory of the mountains to their right, roughly following the Lost Goldmine trail. By the time the company passes a volcanic remnant called Turk’s Head, the sky begins to change, adding orange to the blues. A glance at her old watch tells her it’s 5.10 PM. Three days ago she kept feeling her back pocket for her phone whenever she needed to know the time, or felt the urge to check her messages, but not having her Iphone with her turns out to be a blessing in disguise. Who would want to stare at a screen and miss all the good stuff?

Ted’s strides are long and consistent, not a trace of fatigue noticeable with the bay gelding. From behind the group, Dean should have a good overview, if it wasn’t for the dust clouds obstructing his vision. The small particles cling to his skin, his lashes, the fabric of his clothes. He can still see the boys holding their ground well on the right, the steep slopes running up into the peaks of the Flatiron assisting them, working as a funnel. Benny and Macy are keeping a good pace; if they continue at this speed, they will be home before dinner. Y/N is doing outstanding on the other flank, forming a dream team with eager little Joplin. Thankfully, Dean has eyes up ahead, because the radio on his belt begins to crack. “Two miles to go, Chief!” Dean takes the radio phone and presses the PTT button before he answers. “Let’s bring them home, brother.”

With his thumb he twists the channel nob, switching to number four, before he calls in again. They should be within the perimeter now. “Bobby, do you read me?” It’s quiet for a moment, but then the static breaks. “Loud and clear, son.” The head wrangler smiles, glad to be delivering good news after three days and nights filled with nerve wrecking moments. Treacherous terrain, suffocating heat. Drought, snakes, minor injuries. “We’re comin’ in hot. Thirty minutes.” “The gates are open. I’ll tell Ellen to put the casserole in the oven.” Dean’s mouth begins to water when his aunt’s famous dish is mentioned. No disrespect to Benny, but after all that canned food, he can’t wait to sink his teeth into that delicious corn, beef, and onion stocked, stomach filling meal. “In that case, I’ll make it twenty. Over.” “We’re ready for ya. Over and out.”

The head wrangler hooks the radio back on his belt and glances aside. Rocko is galloping about thirty yards to his left, ahead by a few nose lengths. Sweat shimmers on his neck and shoulders, his dark bay coat almost black now. With big, powerful strides he pushes forward like a steam train, yet agile, maneuvering past rocks, cacti, and bushes. Even untrained, he has grown into a strong horse. Dean can’t wait to work with him. To strengthen that bond even more, to teach him. Watching the stallion by his side and under Dean’s wing as it were, fills him with pride already. It’s at this moment that Dean realizes; this horse is going to be something else.

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originaldanganronpascenarios · 5 years ago

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Hello!! If possible can you write a rantaro x fem! Reader? High school/hopes peak( you decide) au, fluff. Let's say that the reader is talkative and popular. Ofc you are free to decline!! And if you decide to do it, take all the time you need!! I don't mind at all:)

Tbh if I did decline a oneshot request or someone requests it when they are closed I would just do scenario instead.

But damn it could be much longer tbh... Like I could make it a 3-part story. But I kinda suck at writing Rantaro's character. Still hope you will like it!

3rd person POV

Ever since you have started high school you were making more and more friends and had pretty high reputation thanks to that. But there was this one boy you couldn't get to meet even though you were in the same class. His name was Rantaro. He was gone traveling for a month and a half. You were unsure where to since nobody provided you with that info.

It was pretty wierd to see him back again and his desk wasn't now allways empty. So it was your time to get to know him.

You approached him calmly "Hi" you had a smile on your face and his voice seemed a bit tired as he said "Hey there... Y/N was it?" nodding you smiled "And you are Rantaro?"

He chuckled "That's me... Do you need anything?" crap you didn't think this through. But you had quick idea on what to say "I noticed that you were gone for a while and I was wondering if you needed any help with missed schoolwork. I can send you all the notes" you offered and he chuckled "That whould be nice" you took out a pen and piece of paper and wrote your contact info and gave him it.

He jokingly announced "Wow first day here and I alredy got someone's number"

"Wow I didn't expect you to be a flirt but well I guess I shouldn't have judged you" you joked back but he didn't seem to get the joke

"Oh it's nothing like that. I just thought I could keep the conversation going with the comment. Guess I didn't think it through and it came out as it did huh?" he rubbed the back of his neck nervously laughing "It was fun talking to you no wonder everyone likes you"

You raised your eyebrow at the statement "How do you know that?" crossing your arms you became curious since how he possibly could know it. He pointed at one of the students in the classroom her name was Kaede "Me and her went to the same middle school and she just gave me some info about the school and kept me updated on what's up" Rantaro looked back at you and you realized something "Whouldn't that mean that you already have the notes?" you weren't mad but you wanted to know why he'd agree to you giving him notes if he already had them "Well you see I don't have the most recent ones and since you asked if I needed it I said yes" he shrugged "I hope I can use this number not just for school related stuff" he said while waving the little piece of paper you gave him earlier. You smiled at him "I also hope we can become friends if that's what you are suggesting" he nods "That's exactly it you got me" he slightly raised his both hands in joking manner.

"By the way do you need to see around the school? I mean I don't know this place too well either but it's better than nothing"

"Nah I'm good. I'll probably figure it out myself. But if you just want to spend more time with me I'll pretend I haven't said that" he chuckled. He sure does laugh often. Not that you mind since it's quite pleasant sound and it also lightens the mood...

"Well we can spend time in some other ways. For example you can te-" you were cut off by a bell. Funny even though your conversation topic was school you forgot that you were actually in school.

"I guess we'll have to finish this conversation later" he went towards his seat.

=> After class

As soon as bell rang yet again he approached me "So what you wanted to say earlier?" you tried to remember what it was "Oh right! You could tell me something about your travels. If you'd like to of course!"

"It wasn't anything big really nothing much to talk about" he was a bit nervous that you wanted to get to know him better but hey that's what getting to know each other is right? "Okay I won't push you but if you have any good stories from your trip I'd be glad to listen" you announced.

"I'll keep that in mind" he smiled at you. And then there was a bit of silence between you two normally you'd keep the conversation going but you didn't knew what to say at this point.

So you just agreed to leave the conversation. The rest of the day you didn't talk much and now that you think about it you didn't see him during any breaks either.

Untill it was time to go home you had plans with few of your classmates after school so you were in a hurry (since you got held back by one of the teachers) and you didn't notice when your phone fell out of your pocket.

The one who noticed that was Rantaro so he picked it up and yelled "Y/N you dropped your phone!" you turned around and saw him with your phone. He catched up to you and gave you your belonging back "Thank you" you took it from him and checked if it had any damage. Luckily it didn't but since you were in a rush you couldn't stay with him longer... Until you got an idea "Hey Rantaro do you mind joining me and few of our classmates today? We are going to the cinema but think fast cuz otherwise I don't think we'd get there in time" he just nods and the two of you managed to meet up with the rest on time (Kaede, Miu, Kaito and Shuichi)

"Took you long enough" Miu crossed her arms and noticed Rantaro "Oh nevermind I know what held you back for so long" she laughed and before she got to say anything Kaede cut her off "You could call us you know" she pouted. You were a bit confused "When I was about to head out-" you were cut off by Kaito "It doesn't matter now. I mean we all will be late if we don't get going now right?" all of you agreed and managed to get to the cinema on time. After watching the movie you just talked for a while while walking aimlessly and then getting some food. It was clear that everyone had fun and you got a bit closer to Rantaro.

Some time after you got back home you remembered that you had to send him the notes. You were a bit tired but it was just a few pictures. Beforehand though you needed him to text you since you couldn't do it yourself because you didn't had his number. So after some time you got a text from him.

Unknown number: Hey there! It's me Rantaro

You saved his number before responding.

Y/N: Hey ^^ so what are your latest notes? I'll send you everything you are missing.

He texted you back saying what he had. It took him a while so he probably checked it.

Rantaro: Sorry for late response.

Y/N: Nah it's fine! I mean I don't expect you to remember everything :p

Rantaro: I guess you are right ;;

Rantaro: Btw thanks for the invitation today was really fun! I hope we can continue to meet like this more often.

Y/N: Don't mention it! I should thank you for handing me my phone. I'm pretty sure I'd notice it when I got home.

Rantaro: Well you're welcome then.

Y/N: How do you like our class so far?

Rantaro: You all are pretty cool. Can't judge much because I didn't get to know most of the class. But I feel like it's going to be gr8 in the end.

Y/N: I hope so!

Rantaro: Can I ask you a question tho?

Y/N: Sure!

Rantaro: How often do you go out?

Y/N: Whenever someone has an idea where we can meet. Like for example the movie was Shuichi's idea. But so far we didn't have much trips.

Rantaro: Understandable I mean the school year bearly started and you just met most of the people if not everyone.

Y/N: Yup!

Y/N: But I hope you will join us often it was even more fun with you!

Rantaro: You think so?

Rantaro: Well I guess I will tag along from time to time then.

Y/N: Oh shoot I almost forgot to send you the notes.

Y/N: Hold on a sec

Rantaro: I'm not going anywhere.

You took pictures of your notes and send them to Rantaro.

Rantaro: To be honest I almost forgot about them too.

Y/N: Then it's good that I remembered it.

Rantaro: Yeah.

Rantaro: But I should at least look through them now so I'll text you later.

Y/N: okay see you soon

You looked at the time it was 6 pm. You talked with some of your friends and as time passed Rantaro didn't text you again. It wasn't a huge deal he probably had something to do or just forgot to text you. You checked the time again and it was... 8pm already!? You really did kill some time earlier...

You did your thing for the rest of the evening and fell asleep. You didn't get any text from Rantaro.

=> Morning: In school

As soon as you got inside the building Rantaro approached you "I'm so sorry I didn't text you. I had to take care of my sisters and one of them took my phone"

"Ah so that's what happened? It's okay I don't really mind it" but you did lowkey hope that you could talk to him more back then but hey now you can talk in person and there is always tomorrow so there wasn't any problem to begin with.

"Thanks for understanding" he awkwardly smiled. Together you went towards class and had a small chat along the way. You could see that he was still a little bit guilty that he didn't talk to you yesterday but you decided to let it slide.

=> few months later (second term)

You really got close. The two of you were best friends but there was a problem. He felt something more for you and was unsure if he should confess. Sure you knew each other for a while now but it still wasn't long time. You noticed that lately he was acting a bit off. Almost like he avoided you but each time you asked him about it he just apologized and said that he's just overthinking stuff he wanted to deal with alone.

And if he thought it whould get you to stop worrying... He's wrong and couldn't be even more wrong.

He was talking much more recently with Kaito so you asked if he knew something. You know that Kaito whouldn't lie to you and if he did you'd probably be able to tell. His response was pretty obvious "What? Somethin' wrong with Rantaro? I didn't see him acting wierd lately" his voice was more calm than his face expression. That's when the thought hit you "So he probably acts like this only around me... Or you are lying and know exactly what's up" crossing your arms you looked at him as he tried to avoid eye contact "I don't know really geez I know you are worried but I think he's fine" after his response you sighed in defeat "What if he doesn't like me anymore?" you started working this might be it little you knew it was exact opposite.

"There is no way he hates you! I mean why whould he?" Kaito raised his voice catching attention of few people but they ignored it in the end.

"I don't know it either"

"Then maybe don't assume things. I think that Rantaro whould just tell you if you were bothering him wich you aren't"

"How can you be so sure?"

"How you can't be? I mean you two spend a lot of time together so you should believe that he'd be honest with you"

"I guess you are right... I still don't get why he ignores me"

"I tell you don't worry about it" he placed his hand on your shoulder. It made you feel a little bit better.

You just decided to go with it becouse you tried talking to him but he always refused to answer. But maybe you are just overreacting and nothing actually was happening?

While you were at your train of thought Kaito went to look for Rantaro luckily you weren't around when he said "Dude did you seriously ignore Y/N? That wasn't what I ment!"

"I know... But I just feel like I'm scared honestly" he sighed "guess I'm just a coward huh?"

Kaito looked away "You are but you can still change it. I mean you really got her worried" he paused "I whouldn't be surprised if she was now trying to figure out what she did to make you avoid her"

Rantaro thought for a bit how you must feel "Fuck it" he stood up "I'm going to tell her now if she doesn't like me I'll just have to deal with it"

"That's the spirit!" Kaito gave him a thumbs up "Tell me how it went later"

"I sure will" he chuckled.

Instead of looking for you he wrote you a text.

Rantaro: Please meet me at the courtyard.

He was there before you and was really nervous. Thinking of what could go wrong and what could go right. Rantaro was ready for rejection but he of course wished you felt the same.

You finally got there and his heart was beating faster with each step you took towards him.

"I'm sorry" you said tearing up wich caused him to be confused "For what?"

"I don't know! For what I did that made you hate me?"

"What...? Y/N you did nothing wrong" he said as he hugged you in order to calm you down you could feel his fast heartbeat "I did" you were quiet so he could finish "I wasn't honest with you... For a bit long time"

Before you could say anything he almost whispered "I love you" you heard it clear even though it sounded like he didn't wanted you to hear it.

You didn't knew what to say. This led him to believe that you didn't heard him. He was a bit glad but it meant that he probably had to repeat it but you said "I love you too".

Funny you thought it whould be harder to say those words...

"So... Does it make us a pair?" he asked.

"Only if you want to" you winked at him and he chuckled "Then I guess I'll call you my girlfriend now".

~Mod Angie

#rantaro amami #danganronpa rantaro #drv3 rantaro

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andromeda3116 · 5 years ago

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so it’s a rainy monday, i’m extremely bored, and have a very specific craving for a very specific sort of show/movie which i cannot find and so after a solid hour and a half of listless searching, at least six shows begun and then turned off within five minutes, and one show which i actually made it through all of the first episode of before going “eh” i have hit rock bottom

and i’m sleep-deprived, vaguely ill with the sinus crud, and completely sober, so what the hell. let’s liveblog this shit.

the opening is oddly reminiscent of “bram stoker’s dracula” and i can’t tell if it’s homage or cheap effects

my god that is a young johnny lee miller

what the fuck did omar epps just knock a security guard out with a glass ball?

man sometimes i’m like, 2000 was only yesterday and then sometimes i see a movie set in 2000 and i go my god that is extremely twenty years ago

like these thieves for real just left the vault door wide open

oh fuck i forgot about the leeches

that’s so much creepier than it was when i was nine

credit where credit is due: at least the stupid thieves, upon seeing the clearly-not-human skulls with vampire fangs, have the wherewithal to go “uh do we really want to rob this place?”

i mean. i guess there’s something to be said for the logic they’re using here, like “old dude’s trying to creep out thieves by hiding his shit in a coffin” but at the same time y’all are dumb

like maybe the screenwriters should have just gone full castlevania and had the thieves breaking in specifically to resurrect dracula

man baby!sherlock is doing his best but the script really needs to give him something to work with

did hyde just try to open a coffin with a razor

oh wait that’s a crowbar he was legit holding it like a razor

oh fuck i forgot about the leech on the eyeball thing

dude a leech just leaped off this corpse and onto your eye and you’re still leaning in for a closer look?

my god that is a young gerard butler

i mean to be fair i too would walk dreamily toward a young, shirtless gerard butler even though he clearly just came out of a coffin

in contrast to baby!sherlock, baby!leonidas is not doing his best, and does not care

OH FUCK NATHAN FILLION I FORGOT HE WAS IN THIS

i suppose in terms of “methods of infodumping” having the character giving confession is... decent

this movie is a bizarre amalgamation of fantastic ideas strung together by surprisingly-decent acting and mostly-passable effects, all on the backdrop of a goddamn terrible script

otoh that “sorry man i’m an atheist” / *knife pops out of crucifix* “god loves you anyway” line is still one of my favorite stupid moments in all of cinema

the actress playing solina is having a blast playing the bride of dracula up in here and tbh can’t blame her

basically the director told gerard butler to play “lestat, except if lestat was dracula”

omar epps, meanwhile, is auditioning for blade

boy that “gunshot straight through the wolf which causes it to then explode into bats” thing would probably look much better with modern special effects

honey you are in the south. “we need to find sacred ground” y’all throw a dart.

i love how johnny lee miller’s character has been involved in this whole scheme for like eighteen hours, at least seven of which were spent on a plane, and is still just. ride or die. let’s go. yesterday i was a nobody antiques dealer in london but now we’re killing dracula in new orleans. let’s do this shit.

so i mean, the twist about dracula being judas iscariot is still actually legit pretty cool but like. why is he white.

dude did you just throw a potted plant at a bride of dracula?

the fight choreography is. somewhat lacking.

and by somewhat i mean very.

on the other hand, there are not many movies where a young sherlock holmes throws a potted plant at a vampire and cuts off her head with pruning shears so like. you got that going for you.

oh my god they’re playing linkin park over the credits this movie is peak late-90s

dude i’ve spent the last two hours cackling y’all watch this stupid movie

#dracula 2000 #god this movie is dumb i have enjoyed every stupid second of it

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afangirlwashere · 6 years ago

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Come rant with me about Endgame

So.......... I saw Endgame yesterday and I have some opinions, feelings and thoughts... Also a story about me being an idiot after trying to get home from the cinema but I’ll leave that for a bit later. Anyone who wants to talk about Endgame feel free to hit me up about it ‘cause I got nobody to talk about it with rn.

I’ll talk about the characters a bit more and afterwards, I’ll talk about plot stuff.

So... Thor

I have seen people complaining about what they did to him in this movie. I personally did not expect them to take this route with him but I wouldn’t really say it was completely out of character for him. He lost a lot. And there is no real threat, nothing to really protect for him anymore apart from his people who he feels like he failed. He feels like he failed everyone and at everything and I can understand that feeling veeeery well. And it was nice seeing them actually stick to his new figure and not giving him a stupid montage how he got fit again. No! He was worthy no matter what because it’s what's inside that matters. His hair, beard and glowing eyes 10/10 Kinda sad and mad there was no talking about Loki though... Felt like he should have brought him up somewhere in there. I’m super excited for him to join the Guardians. It’s gonna be a riiide.

Now we can move on to Natasha and Clint

Let me just tell you... The second they started talking about having teams and going for the stones I was like “But Vormir? Who the fuck is going to go to VoRmIr to get the fucking soul stone?! WHOOO?!!!!” and I kind of expected it to be Natasha and Clint. And I kind of expected Natasha to be the one who sacrifices herself because Clint has a family + after seeing what she did for those 5 years it made sense for her character to be the one who sacrifices herself. I did not cry at this death I guess because I suspected it but I was VERY sad. I’m a little disappointed that they didn’t do something similar for Natasha as they did for.... y’know... our boi. I guess the reason I didn’t actually cry could be that when she was lying down there I think she was in the exact same position as Gamora and there has been talk about it that it could mean something (you can watch the SuperCarlinBrothers Endgame review they talk about it a bit) but when I saw her there... It looked just weird man. Like logically she probably would not fall and be in the same position AS Gamora and I got the picture of Gamora just lying down there literally burned in my memory since I’ve seen it like billion times over the past year. The CGI on it was just... It looked weird okay? Otherwise, I was super happy about seeing Clint again. I missed him as much as I will miss Natasha. She did good and she will forever be remembered ❤️ 🧡 💛

Ant-Man a.k.a. my boy Scott Lang

He peaked in this movie. Truly. I had such a good time watching him do stupid shit, be funny but also serious. He’s just always so much fun. Loved him a lot. I was a little confused when Cassie was all grown up I thought it was her mom who was at the door first but then Scott was like “Cassie?” and I was like “OH SHIIIIIIT THAT’S THE KIIIID!”

Bruce... honey...

Don’t have much to say about my boy Bruce. Cool seeing professor Hulk. I really liked the scene where they were trying to figure out time travel. I could relate to him just not knowing what he was doing but doing it anyways ‘cause... same. Also, thank you for doing the snap. Good job.

America’s ass Steve Rogers, Cap, whatever you want to call him

Soooooo... I’ve seen theories of his ending actually like.. before this movie came out. I’ve discussed him time traveling to be with Peggy with my cousin and we both agreed it would have been the best ending and that we would really want it for him. BUT when we discussed it we hit this big thing that would kind of not make sense for his character. BUCKY! He would never leave him be tortured for years and years on if he knew Bucky was alive and that he could actually do something about it. He would want to do something about HYDRA in S.H.I.E.L.D. as well! It’s not like him to just stand around and do nothing. He said it himself that he could not possibly do that. Like many people on the internet, I’m just... Not happy about this thing. Also, did they talk about it beforehand? Did Steve offer Bucky to go with him? Did Bucky say no? If they explain it in the future (they better) I hope that they mention Steve going for Bucky who was still being tortured WHEN he was with Peggy in the past. I hope that we will get Bucky’s and Steve’s talk after he finished talking to Sam. We could potentially get all these answers in the Falcon & Winter Soldier Disney+ show. I hope we do because if we don’t I’m gonna be hella mad. I wanted to shed some more good tears about Steve and Bucky but they didn’t talk... I’m not bitter. Trust me. Not. At. All. (they could have maaaybe cut the scene of them talking because: time) Steve picking up Mjölnir was some good shit. I knew it was him the moment that hammer moved a bit. I got the flashbacks to Age of Ultron and I was like “Is he gonna..... Is it.... It’s..... YEEEAAAAHHHH!!!! IT’S FUCKING CAP!!!” That was truly some good shit we got right there. Also, I was kind of bitter that Steve and Tony never really talked over Civil War. Hail Hydra scene? Perfection. YeAh I know- scene? Perfection. That is America’s ass scene? Perfection. Overall Steve had some great scenes. I just missed the Bucky in them. No real reuniting between them either... I just don’t know man. I wanted more from that. Bucky played a huge part in all three CA movies (one was literally named after him say what) and we didn’t get... anything.

Nebula and Rocket

I was very pleasantly surprised by both of these characters. I hope they’re gonna be a bit closer now that they spent 5 years with each other. Everybody say thank you Mr. Rocket for actually following the plan and getting the stupid fucking stone we needed. Nebula kind of fucked up everything even though it wasn’t her fault. But when she literally killed her old self? I felt that. That was powerful shit. Also loved her and Tony a lot. She’s a great addition to the Guardians.

Gamora

Sweet summer child. Obviously, they set up a plot for Guardians 3 with Quill trying to find her at the end of Endgame.

Carol Damnvers Danvers, Cap Marvel, my lesbian hero

Underused. But I get why. She is truly OP. Her haircut? Thank you Marvel gods? Her meeting Peter? I’ve never related more to Peter in my life because I too would be crawling in dirt and curled up on the ground if I got to meet this queen. AND THEN THE SCENE? THE SCENE WHERE ALL THE MARVEL WOMEN FUCKING STAND UP AND GO AGAINST THANOS?! I felt that. It was really funny seeing Peter get surrounded by all of them. He is protected by the lesbian queens. Also her fucking up Thanos? Good shit. Little sad her and Fury got zero scenes in there.

Wanda motherfucking Maximoff

Another OP women. Loved her to pieces. Seeing her almost rip Thanos apart was truly inspiring. Fucking legend. Get that revenge for your toaster girl.

Falcon

I don’t have much to say about him because there was not much of Sam in Endgame. Loved the “On your left” thing. Great call back to WS. But I wanted to tell you guys something that happened in the cinema that I saw coming. There was this group of boys around 17-19 years old sitting right behind me and when Cap was giving Sam the shield and basically making him the next Captain America.. I think ya’ll know where this is going. These fucking dudes had the audacity to scoff and out loud talk about it like “A black dude is gonna be Captain America? The fuck?” I was trying not to sob in my seat because EMOTIONS and I felt the fucking rage that went through my veins at that moment. I can’t believe people still do this shit. Why, why, why the fuck do you think that it’s not okay? I wish I could go back to that moment and just throw my water bottle in their faces. Assholes. It really ruined the moment for me and I’ll never forget the fucking disgust I felt when I heard that coming out of their mouths. Really wish I told them something but the state I was at... I was just not in the shape for calling them out on their bullshit.

Um.... I feel like it’s time we address the elephant in the room. THEM.

Dad Tony was really fucking me up good in this movie I gotta tell you. The I lost the kid scene? Good shit. (In our subtitles they translated it to “I lost Peter” which was like.... Ummmmm.... kill me nooooow) The I love you 3 000? Good shit. The shit scene? Good shit. The bedtime story? Wish we got some Peter in there but still. Good shit. Any scene with Morgan Stark in it? Good shit. I just need her and Peter bonding in some future movie and I’m satisfied. Anthony Edward Stark really is that bitch, isn’t he? He made time travel happen in like 4 hours.... We love a true legend man. I wish we could have seen him talking to aunt May (that is if she didn’t die in the snap we still don’t know). I just kind of hoped that we could have seen him getting over losing Peter and stuff... even though he never really got over it. I’ve also seen people blaming Peter for Tony’s death??? Umm? How? He did not jump out of that fucking picture and tell Tony to save him. He did not force Tony to care about him. Tony just did because he has a serious issue with adopting sad ki-I just don’t understand how anybody could blame Peter for his death. Tony decided totally by himself. Seeing him go off on the team when he came back from space was... just wow. I felt that. I was genuinely scared of him for a bit. Also how skinny he looked? :) That shit hurted. All of his dialog? Gold. Actual gold. There isn’t a scene in which he did not excel. The talk between him and his dad? That shit hurted. When Peter came on the screen... Man I was WAITING when all the guys from Titan started showing up I was at the edge of my seat like “whereishewhereishewhereishewhereishe” and then when he fucking jumped in there the music got all epic and when he took off the mask he looked so fucking adorable and happy and the hair and ghdakskguarieogs- That was truly the first time I cried in that movie. That is what he does to me. And WE GOT THE HUG FOLKS! Him rambling and being all OwwwO and Tony just looking at him. Cried like a crazy person. I’ve waited for that a long time. And then Peter jumping around and protecting the gauntlet and meeting everyone and Carol and... I just can’t even. He was perfect. It was perfect. But then it happened... The moment Strange gave Tony THE look I knew shit was going down for real. I was crying like a little baby. Seeing Thanos fade away was very satisfactory but right after that seeing Tony just... do THAT. And by THAT I mean fucking DIE. Yeah... Rhodey was the first one at his side and he just kind of pet his head... But then fucking Peter got to him and I- that was truly painful as all hell. Seeing him cry and break down because that’s his father figure, that’s his mentor, that’s his Tony. And now he’s just.... gone. Go watch the Far From Home trailer that’s a lot of fun now :--)))) Pepper telling him that he can rest I- think I never cried more in my entire cinema experiences. When the reactor turned off it was over. I was trying so hard to not sob and be loud in my seat but I actually have no clue if I was loud or not because I was that deep in. Didn’t bring any tissues. That was a mistake I am never making again. The funeral was beautiful. The cheeseburger scene. Great. I actually had a burger yesterday and... It’s the first time I cried over a fucking burger. I still can’t believe it happened. My brain is still not comprehending it. I just can’t believe... I was SO convinced that Cap was the one who’s dying and I was SO convinced that they could not just get rid of Tony. But they did... They did that. It’s the end of an era. Truly. And Morgan is going to grow up without a father now :---))) just end me.. This is fucking hell. I’ve never cried this much in a cinema. Fuck Endgame.

Okay so now I wanna talk about some plot stuff

The time travel I don’t fucking get

Okay but can somebody explain to me how the time travel works? Maybe after I watch it a few times I’ll understand it better. I have some kind of idea how it probably works but I’m still veeery confused. They made such a big deal about returning the stones back to the realities they borrowed them from. Okay. But how did they return them back in the way they were before? The reality stone aka Aether was in Jane Foster, right? Tony, Thor or someone must have figured out a way how to put it in its stone version but can you put it back in Jane Foster then? So that nothing changes? Can you? Or do you have to? How much do we have to follow the rules of how things have been when we return them? Can it be given back in the stone form? Same thing goes for the space stone. It was in the Tesseract. How did they put it back in the Tesseract? Did they have to? How. Does. This. Work? And what about the soul stone? We know that Red Skull is the protector of it on Vormir but he is not the one who put the soul stone in there. So who did? And can they put it back? How did Steve put it back? He couldn’t have just given it to Red Skull right? Then Red motherfucking Skull would have the stone and it would fuck up some other reality. Just like when Loki took the Tesseract. I just don’t exactly understand this. Also if we made a huge deal out of the stones what about Mjölnir?? When Thor took it right before the dark elves attacked? Don’t they have to give it back as well? I get that he took it so that we could see Cap with Mjölnir but.... ???? I don’t remember if Steve had it with him when he was returning the stones he might have but he also had it when he was old sitting on that bench. He could have given it back just like the stones and maybe call it to himself when he needed it (which would probably confuse Thor a bit). I suppose Thor could still call it back when Steve had it in the past but that would mean there were two Mjölnir hammers at one point right? Because Steve went back to Peggy and at that point, Thor still had his hammer because Hella did not destroy it yet AND the thicc dummy Thor hasn’t taken it yet either. So what if he called two hammers? Wouldn’t that be just really weird? Also what happens with that reality where Thanos is dead? It’s 2014 Thanos. I would think they have to put him back as well so that the whole snap can still happen. I’m just super confused with EVERYTHING about this. But the thing that is the weirdest to me personally is old Steve??? Like... Did he time travel from his own reality back to ours with the shield and Mjölnir? Because he couldn’t have been in OUR reality right? The things they do when they travel to the past do not affect the present. No butterfly effect right? Which means Steve couldn’t have lived in OUR reality with Peggy because in our reality Peggy had her own husband, children, and life. So he must have traveled from our reality to the one where Peggy did not have a family yet and then when he wanted to go back to Sam and Bucky he must have traveled from that reality where he was with Peggy back to ours or this doesn’t make any sense. So why did we not see him in the time traveling suit? That must mean in some other reality we have Peggy’s and Steve’s kids but not in ours. So does that mean there are two Steve’s in some other reality? Because Steve is still stuck in that iceberg. IDK man I’m super confused how all of this worked. The stones, the hammer, and Steve.

I hope I made at least some sense in this. I highly recommend you to watch the SuperCarlinBrothers review they talk about some of the stuff I talked about here. If any of you who actually read this whole thing (wow kudos to you) want to chat about it you can message me or something IDK. I have no one to talk about this movie with rn so if you’re in the same situation you can definitely hit me up if you have some opinions, theories, and emotions.

Also the little story I promised.

I went to see Endgame on Thursday and I had to take a train that was leaving around 9:53PM to get back home. There is this park that I have to walk through to get to the road that leads to the train station. It’s basically like at least a 20-minute walk from the cinema to that train station. So I got lost.... in the park. It was dark as fuck in there. I was in a city I barely know, heartbroken over THAT movie and I had to catch the train. In the middle of all of that my mom called me and I was like barely holding back tears because THAT movie, I’m also lost in a dark motherfucking park in a city I don’t know, somebody is laughing loud as fuck in there and the train is leaving in like 15 minutes. My mom later told me that I sounded weird like I was crying or something (which I almost was) I was panicking as FUCK. I eventually made my way out of that park but I did not catch the train. I even RAN to catch it. Still didn’t make it. Had to take a bus to get home. It was a disaster. I also sat outside of my apartment just looking at the dark sky around 11PM and cried my eyes out because TONY. So that was a stressful journey home.

In the end... The movie destroyed me. I’m not sure I am completely satisfied with everything that went down and how it went down but I still think they did a very good job with it. I will forever miss Tony Stark and Natasha Romanoff. It will never be the same without them. Thank you for everything.

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liderfin · 6 years ago

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Tagged by the wonderful @thevikingwoman <3 thank you

Name: Aleks

Nickname: none

Height: 5′6″ / 168 cm

Nationality: Polish

Favorite Fruit: all types of berries, passion-fruit, plums

Favorite Season: late spring and summer, I just hate when it’s cold :) and I love to spend time in my garden (a recently discovered hobby hehe)

Favorite Smell: pine, freshly cut grass, lavender, ocean...

Favorite Color: teal

Favorite Animal: fluffy sheep and ponies :) and highland cows!

Tea, Coffee, Hot Cocoa: I need one big latte every weekday to wake up :) But I love tea the most. My parents’s just returned from the trip to China and brought me a ton of green tea of different types :)

Average hours of sleep: a bit less than 6 hours but that’s not counting weekends.

Dogs or Cats: I’m allergic to cats :( even pills won't help. oh, and about cats - there is a weird black cat that visits my flat when I forget to close the patio doors, last time I found him in my sink, I almost died of heart attack - this huge black spot sitting in my kitchen and it was dark.... the other day he got inside and destroyed my orchid and broke the pot (a v.pretty one), damaging a freshly renovated wooden flooring!!! - I cried so hard when I saw that!!!!! So my opinion on cats is a bit mixed at the moment :P maybe he’s homeless? then I guess he wouldn’t know better.

Dream Trip: space too, pity it’s not a thing yet. I’d love to visit national parks of USA so much, and Patagonia, and New Zealand, Iceland, Tanzania... right... so many places to see.

When my blog was created: June 2016

# of followers: 734

Random Fact: I can touch my nose with my tongue, ok that’s silly :)

Favorite Food: moules a la mariniere (but I just love sea food in general),

Favorite TV Show: Game of Thrones, Twin Peaks, Firefly, Cowboy Bebop, Sherlock...

Favorite Movie: Blade Runner (but @thevikingwoman I went 5 times to the cinema to watch The 5th Element when it was released hehe)

Favorite Vine: I don’t have one either

Sexuality: I think I mainly get attracted to men

Gender: Female

Favorite Book Series: Chronicles of Amber (by Zelazny), The Belgariad (by Eddings), Heechee Saga (by Pohl)

Favorite Video Games: Planescape: Torment, Fallout New Vegas, Vampire: The Masquerade - Bloodlines, Dishonored, Alpha Protocol, The Witcher 3, Deus Ex, Shadowrun Dragonfall...

Favorite Subject: biology and math I think

Favorite Fandoms: Dragon Age? :)

Favorite Superhero: Iron Man, Wonder Woman, Thor

Guys or Girls: both, I have an equal share of male and female friends. But I work in a pure-guys team, which is actually fine.

Celebrity Crush: Keanu Reeves :)

Last Time I Cried: yesterday, while I was watching A Monster Calls.... I’m getting soft :P

Hair Color: light brown, dyed a bit darker with a hint of red, but much less of red than before.

Eye Color: Hazel

What should I be doing: I’m still at work, but I should be heading home.

I think I’m a bit late for tagging, as always :P

#thevikingwoman #personal #A bit about me

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sequeldespair-blog · 8 years ago

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Rolling the Credits

{Manabu sprites by Val, Iwao sprites by Citizen, Minnie sprites by Ray!}

Leaving the cinema was a blur. Maybe it was a combination of the shock and stress catching up to you that kept you from remembering the details. Bits and pieces- the medical staff, the code shouted over earpieces, bumping around in an armoured car while a JSDF psychologist talked at you and scribbled on a notepad- remain, but the little details tying it all together have been pushed to the back amid the chaos.

Of course, there was also the transportation to a hospital. That much comes back to you as you realize you're waking up in a bed in that same hospital. It's odd, awaking in a setting that's not the trailers. You don't really have much time to privately examine your new settings, though, as it's less than a minute before the lock on the door clicks and three new faces enter the room.

Well, relatively new, anyways. It takes you a minute to recall, but these three definitely were a part of the group of suited young adults- they’d said something about surviving a first game, right?- that greeted you yesterday. The last one to enter closes the door behind him.

"Oh, you're awake?” A blond haired man speaks up first, stepping to the front. “Good to see y'all are doin' better after all that nasty stuff that went down..." He rubs the back of his head with an apologetic smile before grinning bigger and beaming with optimism. "Well, 'm Iwao Wakahisai, me and my pals are here to help clear some shit up for ya best we can. I’m guessin’ y’all don’t wanna be left in the dark, especially now."

“They know our names, Wakahisai. The message we sent them, remember?” A woman with short, brown hair scoffs. Though her scowl does age her infinitely, her youthful freckles doting her cheeks betray her maturity.

“Though you know our tones, you don’t know our faces, probably. I’m Minnie LaFleur.” She sure seems to get to the point.

The taller of the three steps over behind them, hands moving in a small flurry at Iwao. He looks to everyone else resting and waves. He fishes out a small notebook and flips it towards you all. [Hiromura, Manabu, hope we can clear this all up some ;;] His hand adjusts the scarf around his neck.

Iwao nods at Manabu, making some hand motions back at him before turning back to face you. "Ya heard 'bout us from Matsumoto-san, like, yesterday, yeah? Dunno if she said why we're here though, lemme cover that to be on the safe side... So, the JS... uh, JSDF, yeah. The JSDF gathered all a' us to try and help y'all. They were like totally dumbstruck with the whole thing, like, mutual killing? What the hell is this shit, I ain't trained for that. So they called in us 'cause we survived, so they thought we'd have good advice and whatever- hope mine helped y'all out, a situation like this really sucks..."

“They just wanted us cause they thought we’d do whatever they wanted cause we both had a common goal,” Minnie scowled. “They thought because we survived that we’d have a way to make things better, to spread ‘hope’ to you kids. They even tried to make me give a speech to the masses. Guess what, being fake and saying everything is gonna be ok won’t fix anything, you gotta work hard. And as much as I hate to admit it, you kids did alright,”

Manabu lets out a sigh, signing back to Iwao and ends it with a shrug. He flips through a couple of pages with a frown and signs over to Iwao again with a frown on his face.

Iwao nods at Manabu, “Ya right- least, they’d probably try, if that lady hadn’t already leaked shit all game, right?” He realizes no one else probably knew what Manabu said, so his response sounded weird- he scratches the back of his head and adds context, “Cause, uh, like, the feds did a real good job of putting a wrap on what happened to us, callin’ it a terrorist attack ‘n stuff. They shipped us out to America to make sure we didn’t say nothin’, even. Though, that one lady, Kooichi, was leaking info in the middle of your ‘game’.” He makes sure to put air quotes around game. “Dunno if that’s a good or bad thing, but basically people know what happened. Speakin’ of her, do any of y’all happen to know what happened to her?”

You blink at the group, confused, before shaking your head and telling them that you don’t know anything about where Eriko went. You know that Yumeno is dead, but the camerawoman’s whereabouts are a mystery.

Minnie scoffed. “How would ya know, it’s all you’ve done to stay alive,” It was odd, though she wasn’t saying anything harmful, the way she said it dripped with malice. What was up with this lady? “Though nyan cat is dead, we don’t even have a clue where to find tac nayn. Thanks to her, everyone across the globe knows who you kids are, for better for worse. It probably won’t fix much, but I bet ya’ll’ll sleep better at night knowing she’s put down,”

Manabu raises an eyebrow at Minnie, motioning to Iwao for a moment before almost cutting himself off. He lets out a frustrated sigh, signing once more.

He glances over the group and signs, finishing his thought with by crossing his arms.

Iwao nods, signing back at Manabu. He looks back at you, “Well, regardless of what happens with Kooichi, that stuff she sent out is, like, out there anyway. So it’ll be best for y’all to stay here and not get hounded by people, yeah? It was mega weird for me to go back to a normal life after our stupid game thing, so I imagine it might be similar for some of ya. You can hang out here, chill, cool down, recoup, all that good stuff...”

You decide to speak up again. Your voice is still cracking- you’re tired, emotionally demolished, and some water would do you a world of good- but you can’t keep staying quiet. You ask them the biggest question you have: ‘What now? What happens next?’.

“You really think we have any fuckin’ clue? Quick answer, we don’t. You kids gotta figure this stuff out for yourselves. Don’t ask us the questions, ask yourselves. Are ya gonna go home, lay low, go back to Hope’s Peak? Well, whatever ya do, don’t attract any more attention to yourselves, we have enough of a hard time watching our asses to watch your’s anymore,”

And... Well, they’re right. Nobody seems to know what you’re supposed to do now. Even with all the new information, you don’t know what’s going to happen next or what your future is going to hold. Starting a new life in Hope’s Peak was supposed to be the start of a bright future, and now that it’s been interrupted by this tragedy, you’re going to have to find yourself a brand new path to follow.

As the banter among the three fades into background noise, you turn your head in the direction of the window. It’s so bright outside... You can see a whole city out there. There are more people visible on the sidewalks below than you’ve seen in ages. They must know of you now if the story you’re being presented with is true. Who’s going to recognize you from now on? What will become of your private life? Question after question burns into your mind.

But then the sunshine hits your window, and there’s a warmth on your face from the rays that quiets your thoughts. You are warm, comfortable, and safe- three feelings you thought you might never experience again. But despite all odds, here you are. Even after everything, you are alive.

That in itself is a victory worth celebrating.

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CINEMA DESPAIR 2: STUDENT VICTORY HAS BEEN ACHIEVED!

CONGRATULATIONS!

#endgame

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lodelss · 6 years ago

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Soraya Roberts | Longreads | November 2018 | 10 minutes (2,422 words)

Should I be married to a woman? If today were yesterday, if all this sexual fluidity were in the discourse when I was coming of age in the ‘90s, would I have been with a woman instead of a man? It is a question that “The Bisexual” creator Desiree Akhavan also poses in the second episode of her Hulu series, co-produced with Channel 4 because no U.S. network wanted it. Akhavan directed, co-wrote, and stars in the show in which her character, Leila, splits with her girlfriend of 10 years, Sadie (Maxine Peake), and starts having sex with men for the first time. So, Leila asks, if the opposite had happened to her — as it did to me — and a guy had swept her off her feet instead of a woman, would things have turned out differently? “Maybe I would’ve gone the path of least resistance,” Leila says. Maybe I did.

This is a conundrum that marks a previous generation — one that had to “fight for it,” as Akhavan’s heroine puts it, and is all the more self-conscious for being juxtaposed with the next one, the one populated by the fluid youth of social media idolizing the likes of pansexual Janelle Monáe, polyamorous Ezra Miller, undecided Lucas Hedges. Call it a queer generation gap (what’s one more label?). “I don’t know what it’s like to grow up with the Internet,” 32-year-old Akhavan explains to a younger self-described “queer woman” in her show. “I just get the sense that it’s changing your relationship to gender and to sexuality in a really good way, but in a way I can’t relate to.”

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This Playboy bunny is chest out, lips open, legs wide. This Playboy bunny is every other Playboy bunny except for the flat hairy chest because this Playboy bunny is Ezra Miller. The star of Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald calls himself “queer” but it’s hard to take him seriously. What was it Susan Sontag said: it’s not camp if it’s trying to be camp? And for the past few months, while promoting the Potterverse prequel no one asked for, this 26-year-old fashionisto has been trying his damndest, styling himself as a sort of latter day Ziggy Stardust — the monastic Moncler puffer cape, the glittering Givenchy feathers — minus the depth. Six months ago, Miller looked like every other guy on the red carpet and now, per his own request, models bunny ears, fishnets, and heels as a gender-fluid rabbit for a randy Playboy interview. Okay, I guess, but it reads disingenuous to someone who grew up surrounded by closets to see them plundered so flagrantly for publicity. Described as “attracted to men and women,” Miller is nevertheless quoted mostly on the subject of guys, the ones he jerked off and fell in love with. He claims his lack of romantic success has lead him to be a polycule: a “polyamorous molecule” involving multiple “queer beings who understand me as a queer being.”

The article hit two weeks after i-D published a feature in which heartthrob Harry Styles interviewed heartthrob Timothée Chalamet with — despite their supposed reframing of masculinity — the upshot, as always, being female genuflection. “I want to say you can be whatever you want to be,” Chalamet explains, styled as a sensitive greaser for the cover. “There isn’t a specific notion, or jean size, or muscle shirt, or affectation, or eyebrow raise, or dissolution, or drug use that you have to take part in to be masculine.” Styles, on brand, pushes it further. “I think there’s so much masculinity in being vulnerable and allowing yourself to be feminine,” the 24-year-old musician says, “and I’m very comfortable with that.” (Of course you are comfortable, white guy…did I say that out loud?) As part of the boy band One Direction, Styles was marketed as a female fantasy and became a kind of latter-day Mick Jagger, the playboy who gets all the girls. His subsequent refusal to label himself, the rumors about his close relationship with band mate Louis Tomlinson, and the elevation of his song “Medicine” to “bisexual anthem”– “The boys and the girls are in/I mess around with them/And I’m OK with it” — all build on a solid foundation of cis white male heterosexuality.

Timothée Chalamet’s sexuality, meanwhile, flows freely between fiction and fact. While the 22-year-old actor is “straight-identifying,” he acquires a queer veneer by virtue of his signature role as Call Me by Your Name’s Elio, a bisexual teen (or, at least, a boy who has had sex with both women and men). Yet off screen, as Timothée, he embodies a robust heterosexuality. On social media, the thirst for him skews overwhelmingly female, while reports about his romantic partners — Madonna’s daughter, Johnny Depp’s daughter — not only paint him straight but enviably so. Lucas Hedges, another straight-identified actor who plays gay in the conversion therapy drama Boy Erased, somewhat disrupts this narrative, returning fluidity to the ambiguous space it came from. The 21-year-old admitted in an interview with Vulture that he found it difficult to pin himself down, having been “infatuated with” close male friends but more often women. “I recognize myself as existing on that spectrum,” he says. “Not totally straight, but also not gay and not necessarily bisexual.” That he felt “ashamed” for not being binary despite having a sixth-grade health teacher who introduced him to the range of sexuality suggests how married our culture is to it.

As a woman familiar with the shame associated with female sexuality, it’s difficult to ignore the difference in tenor of the response to famous young white males like Miller, Styles, and Chalamet and famous black women like Janelle Monáe and Tessa Thompson not only discussing it, but making even more radical statements. Appearing on the cover of Rolling Stone in May, Monáe said straight up (so to speak): “Being a queer black woman in America — someone who has been in relationships with both men and women — I consider myself to be a free-ass motherfucker.” The same age as Desiree Akhavan, 32, Monáe identified as bisexual until she read about pansexuality. She initially came out through her music; her album, Dirty Computer, contains a song called “Q.U.E.E.N.” which was originally titled “Q.U.E.E.R.,” while the music video accompanying “Pynk” has actress Tessa Thompson emerging from Monáe’s Georgia O’Keeffe-esque pants. While neither one of them has discussed their relationship in detail, Thompson, who in Porter magazine’s July issue revealed she is attracted to men and women, said, “If people want to speculate about what we are, that’s okay.”

The mainstream press and what appeared to be a number of non-queer social media acolytes credited Chalamet and Styles with redefining their gender and trouncing toxic masculinity. “[H]arry styles, ezra miller, and timothee chalamet are going to save the world,” tweeted one woman, while The Guardian dubbed Miller the “hero we need right now.” Monáe, meanwhile, was predominantly championed by queer fans (“can we please talk about how our absolute monarch Janelle Monáe has been telegraphing her truth to the queers thru her art and fashion for YEARS and now this Rolling Stone interview is a delicious cherry on top + a ‘told u so’ to all the h*teros”) and eclipsed by questions about what pansexual actually means. While white male fluidity was held up as heroic, female fluidity, particularly black female fluidity, was somehow unremarkable. Why? Part of the answer was recently, eloquently, provided by “Younger” star Nico Tortorella, who identifies as gender-fluid, bisexual, and polyamorous. “I get to share my story,” he told The Daily Beast. “That’s a privilege that I have because of what I look like, the color of my skin, what I have between my legs, my straight passing-ness, everything.”

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When I was growing up sex was not fun, it was fraught. Sex was AIDS, disease, death. The Supreme Court of Canada protected sexual orientation under the Charter when I was 15 but I went to school in Alberta, Canada’s version of Texas — my gym teacher was the face of Alberta beef. In my high school, no one was gay even if they were. All gender was binary. Sex was a penis in a vagina. Popular culture was as straight, and even Prince and David Bowie seemed to use their glam sparkle to sleep with more women rather than fewer. Bisexual women on film were murderers (Basic Instinct) or sluts (Chasing Amy) and in the end were united by their desire for “some serious deep dicking.” I saw no bisexual women on television (I didn’t watch “Buffy”) and LGBTQ characters were limited (“My So-Called Life”). Alanis Morissette was considered pop music’s feminist icon, but even she was singing about Dave Coulier. And the female celebrities who seemed to swing both ways — Madonna, Drew Barrymore, Bijou Phillips — were the kind who were already acting out, their sexuality a hallmark of their lack of control.

“I think unrealistic depictions of sex and relationships are harmful,” Akhavan told The New York Times. “I was raised on them and the first time I had sex, I had learned everything from film and television and I was like ‘Oh, this isn’t at all like I saw on the screen.’” Bisexuality has historically been passed over on screen for a more accessible binary depiction of relationships. In her 2013 book The B Word: Bisexuality in Contemporary Film and Television, Maria San Filippo describes what has become known as “bisexual erasure” in pop culture: “Outside of the erotically transgressive realms of art cinema and pornography, screen as well as ‘real life’ bisexuality is effaced not only by what I’ve named compulsory monosexuality but also by compulsory monogamy,” she writes, adding, “the assumption remains that the gender of one’s current object choice indicates one’s sexuality.” So even high-profile films that include leads having sex with both genders — Brokeback Mountain, The Kids Are All Right, Blue Is the Warmest Color, Carol, Call Me By Your Name — are coded “gay” rather than “bi.”

Despite the rise in bisexual women on the small screen like Annalise in “How to Get Away with Murder,” Syd in “Transparent,” and Ilana in “Broad City,” GLAAD’s latest report on inclusion cited continued underrepresentation. While 28 percent of LGBTQ characters on television are bisexual, the majority are women (75 versus 18) and they are often associated with harmful tropes — sex is used to move the plot forward and the characters scan amoral and manipulative. This despite an increase in the U.S.’s queer population to 4.5 percent in 2017 from 3.5 percent in 2012 (when Gallup started tracking it). A notable detail is the extreme generational divide in identification: “The percentage of millennials who identify as LGBT expanded from 7.3% to 8.1% from 2016 to 2017, and is up from 5.8% in 2012,” reported Gallup. “By contrast, the LGBT percentage in Generation X (those born from 1965 to 1979) was up only .2% from 2016 to 2017.”

Here’s the embarrassing part. While I am technically a millennial, I align more with Generation X (that’s not the embarrassing bit). I am attracted more to men, but I am attracted to women as well yet don’t identify as LGBTQ. How best to describe this? I remember a relative being relieved when I acquired my first boyfriend (it was late). “Oh good, I thought you were gay,” they said. I was angry at them for suggesting that being gay was a bad thing, but also relieved that I had dodged a bullet. This isn’t exactly the internalized homophobia that Hannah Gadsby talked about, but it isn’t exactly not. My parents and my brother would have been fine with me being gay. So what’s the problem? The problem is that the standard I grew up with — in the culture, in the world around me — was not homosexuality, it was heterosexuality. I don’t judge non-heterosexual relationships, but having one myself somehow falls short of ideal. For the same reason, I can’t shake the false belief that lesbian sex is less legitimate than gay sex between men. The ideal is penetration. “That’s some Chasing Amy shit,” my boyfriend, eight years younger, said. And, yeah, unfortunately, it is. I have company though.

In a survey released in June, billed as “the most comprehensive of its kind,” Whitman Insight Strategies and BuzzFeed News polled 880 LGBTQ Americans, almost half of whom were between the ages of 18 and 29, and found that the majority, 46 percent, identified as bisexual. While women self-described as bi four times as often as men (79 to 19 percent), the report did not offer a single clear reason for the discrepancy. It did, however, suggest “phallocentrism,” the notion that the penis is the organizing principle for the world, the standard. In other words, sex is a penis in a vagina. “While bisexual women are often stereotyped as sleeping with women for male attention, or just going through a phase en route to permanent heterosexuality,” the report reads, “the opposite is presumed of bisexual men: that they are simply confused or semi-closeted gay men.” This explains why women who come out, like Monáe and Thompson, are considered less iconoclastic in the popular culture than men who even just make vague gestures towards fluidity — the stakes are considered higher for the guys. In truth, few feel comfortable being bi. Though the Pew Research Center’s survey of queer Americans in 2013 revealed that 40 percent of respondents identified as bisexual, this population was less likely to come out and more likely to be with a partner of the opposite sex. Famous women like Maria Bello, Cynthia Nixon, and Kristen Stewart have all come out, yet none of them really use the label.

“Not feeling gay enough, that’s something I felt a lot of guilt over,” Akhavan told the Times. It is guilt like this and the aforementioned shame which makes it all the more frustrating to watch the ease with which the younger generation publicly owns their fluidity. It is doubly hard to watch young white men being praised for wearing bunny ears in a magazine that has so long objectified women, simply because the expectations are so much lower for them. “I’m not looking down on the younger experience of being queer,” Akhavan said, “but I do think that there’s a resentment there that we gloss over.” In response, many of us react conservatively, with the feeling that they haven’t worked for it, that it is somehow less earned because of that. This is an acknowledgment of that resentment, of the eye rolling and the snickering with which we respond to the youth (ah, youth!). In the end we are not judging you for being empowered. We are judging ourselves for not being empowered enough.

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Soraya Roberts is a culture columnist at Longreads.

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erezlevanon-blog · 6 years ago

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2023

“THE SYSTEM is an online platform where people can share their knowledge. It is the new social trend that took over facebook. Everyone is preceived by their skills and intrest in making. It is only possible to use instructions and tutorials if the member also participates and upload information of new projects. ” /inspiration from https://www.instructables.com/

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This morning was strange for Ruth. Yesterday she tested the new dream-controlled machine what she made at the weekend with her cousin. It was a neurostimulator which was wearable as a hat. It made her repeat the same dream all over and over again to be able to remember the smallest details from it. They had the idea that humans could be able to be consciously aware of their dreams they could live parallel lifes within day and night. Her cousin wanted to upload the instruction how to build this machine and the concept about it to THE SYSTEM today at the evening in the peak time - to get the best rank in the server. Although, after this night Ruth felt dizzy and nauseous, she couldn't eat breakfast. She put on her notification pulse which she needed to remove for a night because of the test. During the night she missed out 87 new instructions and 412 updates. She felt alive again, connected, her arm was pulsing.

Because of the left out breakfast, she had enough time to walk instead of taking the runner. The morning was bright with sunlight , and she had no need to wear the cloud-glasses. She made them after attending some self-esteem workshop about Seasonal Affective Disorder. The glasses made her feel better, although after wearing them her eyes was genuinely red. The walk was nice, but something was missing.

She opened the cafe, turned on the coffee grinders and took the terrace out. Now she needed to sit there till the end of the day, watch how people make the coffee for themselves, clean the space and go home. She loved her job, it was so easy. It changed a lot since the day when she started to work there. She was a professional barista and when THE SYSTEM opened she uploaded all her knowledge to get a server. Her account just blow up with likes and shares in a couple of days, her video - diy 5 sec foam was watched 2,8 mil times. After that, more and more people demanded to make their own coffee. Now everyone can be a barista. In the last year, all the cafes in her city have turned into self-service.

While she was working she got 2103 notifications from the system. She scrolled out a couple of hundred posts, used 19 instructions and uploaded 5. She ordered blinded food container for meals. Lately, Ruth was only eating herself grown foodmix, she felt conscious about her body and she enjoyed it, but she didn’t like how the food looked. While cleaning up she was waiting for a basic tool pack to be delivered which she had ordered yesterday for her older sisters 2-year-old kid birthday party that will take place this afternoon.

Moment before closing, she met this woman with a crazy Hollywood smile, she remembered her from yesterday when she still got coffee drinkers smile. Ruth red a post 1 week ago about the new trend of changing biological teeth to artificial to get a perfect smile without any worries, but this was the first time when she saw the real change. She definitely needs to have it as well, it looked so new and fresh. She went online, selected the procedure, but then she doubted because she could do it herself. Ruth already has a dentist kit at her home which she ordered last time when her teeth were hurting and she fixed it herself with a help of “ diy hole fix” tutorial. She has seen some easy-surgery tutorials ranking very high inTHE SYSTEM. If she would be able to change the teeth herself she would go up way higher then with the dream-control machine, in the end, she trust her self the most.

The tool package finally arrived. To wrap a gift she chose alternative diy video from one user who was popular with origami engineering. She left to the party.

“I feel the rain drops sliding down my skin while I’m walking home.The notification pulse is buzzing all the time but I don’t really care at this moment. It’s getting dark and thank god I’m almost home because this day was way to exhausting for me. My hand is in my pocket trying to search for my front-door chip, which is hard to find since it has the size of what a one euro coin used to look like. I can’t believe we used those coins back in the days. This was also the main topic today at the birthday party where I tried over and over again to convince my aunt Betty and her husband that this new online currency system will be more beneficial for the future. The future is getting closer and closer and even the older generations can’t escape from it anymore. I basically spend my whole afternoon explaining why it’s so important to be part of this new system and believes. I know it’s still very new but it seems like the older generation has a hard time understanding the fact that if we want to change the world, we should not only trust and use these mass produced technologies only, we need to truly understand them and understand how the world works, in order to make it better. We should definitely start by our selves, by gaining more knowledge and learning more skills. I wonder if they really don’t understand or don’t want to understand, but I guess time will learn. Only 30 minutes before I had to go my cousin arrived to the party. I was happy that she came because sometimes I feel she’s the only one in our family I can share this passion with. “

She has found the front-door chip which was stuck on the lighter in her pocket. She doesn’t smoke, not anymore, since it it is forbidden. She sticks the chip in the chiphole and lays her thumb on the scanner. The door opens. She’s home.

She didn’t stay for dinner at the birthday party because the food looked way too good to actually see what was inside. She knew that they spend too much time on how the food looked like instead on how nutritious it actually is. She puts all the home-lab grown fibers and vitamins in the cooking pot and let it steam until the blue light is off. She adds some supplements she thinks she missed today and put the the blinded food container and slides it into her mouth.

After the quick dinner she starts up her computer screen to see if she got any new emails about her application. She needs to be sure that her ranking in THE SYSTEM is high enough to reach the standards of her application for an internship at innovative team at the server. A platform which she uses on a daily base. Which is here dream job.

Ruth looks at the clock she made at a makers camp when she was a teenager has stopped counting. She almost missed her date with her boyfriend. They were planning to go to the cinema, a new tutorial came out.

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thepeakmoment · 7 years ago

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Gooch: You could be honest with me here Thor, so what do you really think of the Diane character? Not Laura Dern or anything about that, but the character?

I don't know why she's so angry. At first I thought she's a victim of sexual assault by Mr C. But now I don't know after getting that text from him. Also, why is she decked in silk oriental style? What was her title when receiving tapes from Dale?

I don't think she ever had a title But then again I didn't know she was texting with Mr. C. I am just not catching anything in these episodes ha ha I guess I should be making stronger coffee for these viewings

Mr C texted "at the dinner table the conversation is lively" on his burner phone before Tim Roth shot it. Later while Tammy is interviewing Hastings, Diane reads that text on her phone. According to Dom, he said the two texts are slightly different, namely Cooper's text is all caps and Diane's received text is upper/lowercase.

That was Tim Roth? Lol. I give up....

You are too funny… Any correspondence with Dom? I have not heard from him for nearly 20 days now

Yea. Was texting with him yesterday Re: the spiderman movie.

Have you seen Arrival? I'm really looking forward to seeing that, I hear it is a really great intelligent movie. And I believe it has a killer soundtrack. … The same guy who is doing the new Blade Runner [Jóhann Jóhannsson].

I tried to watch it a couple times. Fell asleep. Seems that is my biggest problem with watching TV now, everything puts me to sleep. Maybe that's why I have been going to the theater more. I do remember you were talking about the composer but I don't recall the music. Seems I am just an old stuck in the mud now.

Well, good I'm glad you're getting out some. I cannot seem to justify the price of movie tickets in our days, and I'm sure it's a good five dollars more where you live [in LA]. I only go to a few select films each year, mostly Star Wars — or I should say only Star Wars — and now that I'm living in New Hampshire I want to go see that in IMAX. Viewing "Game of Thrones" might get you back into being more alert and attentive while viewing TV. That is such a magnificent series, I envy the time when you finally get to it with virgin eyes. Will be interesting to see how The Return is packaged for DVD release. I guess they just announced FWWM to be released in the Criterion Collection.

I honestly have not one drop of interest in Game of Thrones You don't have to tell Domi that. Lol. But that's just me. I don't seem to like the big huge popular shows. I couldn't stand "the Sopranos" I don't think they announced it but the Internet has drawn conclusions from some evidence out there that it might be a criterion release at some point. So they must have a big plan to roll out probably a huge box set of the entire series in the movie And yeah I noticed that all of the Twin Peaks episodes expire September 26

Hmmm, curious. Lynch has said it is a long 18-hour movie. I guess that qualifies as a cinematic film release, thus Criterion eligible.

Breaking bad was pretty good for the first two seasons but it got convoluted and turned into just a series of character monologues and was kind of boring kind of picked up at the end Yeah I can see Dom reacting like I do sometimes And that is not to say that I didn't try to watch Game of Thrones or the Sopranos or curb your enthusiasm or homeland. I at least try them out. I just didn't like them.…

I thought BB was better with each progression season. I thought season two was a masterpiece season, and felt each season there after got more intense just like Walter getting more "breaking bad." Very rich character studies all the way around. And Saul is even better than BB. Perhaps it's because it's the only surviving series, but I see it as more mature than Bad.

There is a trend that a lot of shows follow building their main character as an antihero and often for me they go too far. I ended up [hating] Walter White. And I guess that's what they wanted me to do but honestly it made me not like the show That's what they're doing with Diane They have struck the perfect balance with the two Cooper's maybe because there are two of them ha ha Walter White/Diane have absolutely no redeeming qualities that make them a character I am invested in and want to care about

Yeah, there is so much prime TV now that it's perfectly justifiable to not watch every single A+ rated series. There is no harm or foul in not viewing everything. It is enough to find a series that we like and enjoy, and that's the end of it rather than making sure everyone else knows about it and designate as most view TV.

Again I'm an old fart, but I miss the days of three networks and HBO and that was it ha ha You know what makes the Mona Lisa an incredible painting? Because there is only one. Now every network has five hit shows that you must see. Whatever... i'll wait for the next Mona Lisa And this summer is Mona Lisa… Baby Driver. Now that's a reason to see movies in the theater, going to be the best soundtrack since the peak soundtracks came out ha ha

Yes, I read a little blurb recently how baby driver soundtrack is re-creating the soundtrack, Or somesuch. I remember the word remix in the headline.… I also hear the new planet of the apes is very good, how there's a moment that transcends cinema, I think it was some scene where humans are victorious over something while all the apes were watching and stunned at violent human nature. Something like that… It's too bad the movies are relying on tent pole franchise action hero comic book fare. None of that stuff really interests me, case in point: why are they rebooting Spiderman for the fourth time? And now another "The Batman"…. That is the chief reason why I am home bound watching many TV series, mostly dramas, because all the movie talent is going over to TV to tell longer, richer, more in depth and interesting stories than what can be told in a 90–120 minute feature. And cinematic production value has carried over into TV because that's where movie A listers have migrated.

Yeah four out of 10 movies I've seen this summer or comic book based. And on the surface I agree that Spiderman is rebooting again, but now I think maybe we are using that term too much. We didn't say they rebooted James Bond when they changed from Sean Connery to Roger Moore to Timothy Dalton to Pierce Brosnan it was always just James Bond So there's a new Spiderman after but kind of still it's just Spiderman Bond didn't get the reboot moniker until they change the tone completely with the new guy Well we'll see if Tom Hanks finally returns to television ha ha But I ain't holding my breath. Lol More like C & B listers, The A-listers are not going to be on the little screen. Because TV can't afford a $20 million paycheck. Pit, Cruise, Roberts, Pacino, Clooney

Yes, A-list actors may not find their way into TV series as easy but that is definitely changing because there are many A-list people who have found – Spacey, Thornton, Hopkins, and many UK acting talent. Yes, and like comic book serials, new storylines are created after one ends. So a reboot is just another term for a new story being introduced. I would like to see more movie trilogies as a way to counter the glut of TV programming. Which is why I do like Star Wars, because it is a continuing storyline.

So you're saying as well that reboot is a misused term? We have a reboot, we have a remake, we have a sequel, we have a prequel. Twin Peaks was supposed to be a sequel but is really a reboot I found a discussion about all of these terms last year I wish I knew where it was. All four categories have very specific elements that make them what they are There are always exceptions to the rule of course, MASH the TV series was a sequel and a reboot Maybe that's more like what Twin Peaks is

Yes, "reboot" is much overused, if not wrongly used. I believe TR is a sequel, but the media brands it as a reboot. I guess both are correct but technically it is a sequal – it is 25 years later in a continuing storyline.

Now Battlestar Galactica, maybe the greatest fucking television show in the last 20 years, was a 100% reboot and 100% successful and should be the shining example of how to do a reboot well

I'm still working my way through the new Battlestar Galactica. It is very good… maybe we should compile our own list of enjoyable shows etc.

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thewanderingmacy · 8 years ago

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Salzburg and Innsbruck and Tubingen

Time is flying now. (And I’m also forgetting all recent travels and beginning to remember the Asian countries I was in at the beginning).

But let’s talk about Salzburg.

I arrived at night, I remember that. I checked into my hostel and made a mental note that every night at 8pm they play the Sound of Music, since the film was shot in and around Salzburg. Then I went to sleep.

The first day it was boiling hot out, I do remember that. I had three full days to explore so I split the town up into two days and spent the third day in the surrounding mountain villages. So that first day, I explored the northern half of the town and the palace across from the main town (on the side of town I was on). It was so hot so I quickly checked out the cute streets (no cars are allowed on the nice side of town) and shops, got some lunch, and some ice cream to cool me, and visited a Mozart Museum. Mozart was born in Salzburg but in his adult life, he lived in Vienna/traveled, but his youth was, in theory, spent in Salzburg. A couple of his old childhood apartments are museums and I visited the earliest one. It was cool, I guess- they had a piece of his hair on display. I was more interested in his family and the fact that his sister was also a child prodigy but had to give up her talent for him. The palace was where a whole dance sequence was shot with Julie Andrews and the kids (in the garden). Then I went back to the hostel. I was only out for a few hours (it felt like longer tbh) but it hot and I had the following day to explore everything else so I wasn’t concerned. I did end up watching the Sound of Music that night. It’s a solid movie but it never really had a huge impact on me/my childhood so, like, it’s cool to see the film sights but I ain’t that interested.

The next day was another scorcher. I explored the south half this time. I saw the cathedral and a crypt, all nice and stood up to the other cities I’ve been to. I also ate apple strudel for check that off my list. Then I went up a huge cliff (I took a tram because it came with the ticket of the castle on top, thank gOD) and saw some stellar views of the alps behind Salzburg. It was really stunning and actually quite breathtaking. Then I explored the castle a bit. It was broken up into various museums. Honestly, as this point, I’ve seen so many artifacts, the only time museums impact is when they’re important buildings set up historically- like state rooms, princely apartments, that sort of thing. I love seeing that but the typical museum bores me now. So I saw a bit of what I liked in a part of the castle- they had a tour through part of it explaining the history of the castle, which I always appreciate. Then they had the Typical museum, explaining Austria’s history and then they had a late Middle Ages dining hall and apartment which was pretty nice, since most halls and apartments are from the Enlightenment/18th century and it was cool to see an earlier one. The rest of the castle was meh so I wandered out and wandered back to the hostel.

The next day was a good one. It was hard to figure out how to get out to the surrounding scenic areas but I figured I’d go with a hop on, hop off bus that hit the main stops. I started in the afternoon and landed in St Gilgen. There was some decent commentary through an audio guide on the way but it never came up again on the other buses. The town was where Mozart’s sister lived or something. It was a really stunning place, nestled between mountains, with a river running through them. The drive was great too, with lots of nice views. I figured I’d start the main attraction which was a tram/ski-lift thing that takes you to the peak of a mountain. I waited in line and almost got in with a group of tourists but I asked if I had to share and the guy just mumbled something so I waited for the next one and got to ride up by myself. It was a pretty long ride- around 10 minutes so I took a lot of photos. It kept going and going, even when I thought I was at the peak. Once I got off, there was a five minute walk to the very top. I took my time getting up there, taking a photo with every step I took. Once I got to the top, I was surrounded by stunning panoramic views of the alps. I stood up there for a while, I guess, because the bus comes every 90 minutes and I (spoiler alert) missed it. I know I had to sit down a few minutes to delete photos because I ran out of room, I was taking so many. Once I was satisfied, I left to catch the bus. I gave myself like 20 minutes but of course, there was a lineup to get down since I ended up mixed in with a large tour group. For a second, I thought they were gonna get in my cart but they didn’t thank god. So I got down and, from up there, I could see the bus arrive and leave (early, I might add- I would have made it if it followed the schedule). So I left and wandered around the town, got some fries and caught the next one. I learned that I really can kill an hour and a half without any effort or worry. The next stop was a short one, only 30 minutes (which is really 20 minutes since you want go be early incase the bus leaves early again). The bus actually stops and waits for the 30 minutes. I forget the town name but it’s where the wedding scene was in Sound of Music. I speed walked to the church, took a single photo, speed walked to the lake, took some photos (saw a weird play-train with a band on it going around?) and went back to the bus. And that was it for the day.

The following morning, I left (early) for Innsbruck. It was a 2 hour train ride that left at 8am (tomorrow I have a train at 6:11am ahh) so I just vegetated the whole way. I arrived and, after a bit, caught a bus up to my airbnb. Innsbruck is a town (bigger than the previously visited villages) nestled in the alps. The airbnb I was in was a little bit elevated, along the base of the alps, and there were some sick views. I was only there for two nights and, since I arrived early, I forced myself to only relax for a bit before going out. It was a Sunday, so I planned on seeing a castle, naturally, and then I walked through the main touristy part. The castle was honestly, not my favourite. It had a nice hall but besides that, it was eh. I got in for free, though, using my 18 year old trick. Then, I took a bus to the city center. I saw a church (for free again!) where Maximillian I was buried and his tomb was massive. Then I wandered through the streets, looked at souvenirs, stopped in a church and got tired, so I called it a day.

The next day, my phone had died because my charger broke so I was a bit off my game since I didn’t have a map or anything. So, I just bought a charger in the tourist center, checked out the southern half (the day before was the northern half) and wandered some more. I also had schnitzel and fries, finally. I’d been meaning to for a while and I did it and it was delish. I knew I had to see a movie that day, since I hadn’t seen one in Austria and it was my last day and I have to see one in every country. I wanted to see the new Alien (and even prepped by watching the original) but, when I got to the cinema, the employee said the english showtime wasn’t until 8:30pm and it was like 3pm and was not interested in waiting. The next english film was King Arthur at 5:45pm. And, as mentioned before, I can kill time very easily. I wandered to a McDonald’s, had a coke (something I hadn’t had in a longgg time), and wandered back and it was time. I saw the movie. It was terrible, I know it has bad reviews but it was your typical medieval action type of thing. It held my attention and got the job done. Then I headed back.

The next morning, I caught a train (well I had to transfer twice) to Tubingen, Germany, where I’m writing from. I haven’t done much here, to tell you the truth (and secretly loved it). It’s a very cute German town. It has a large student population since there’s a university here so there’s always youths around (which I don’t care for). I wandered around it a few times in the week I was here. Got ice cream, read my book, climbed a hill, went to a book market. Yesterday, I took a train and a bus to see a very pretty castle on a hill. Honestly, it was nice from afar but the interior was average (considering how many historical buildings I’ve seen). Today, I straight up did nothing. Went grocery shopping, watched Veep and somehow passed 8 hours.

And that’s it.

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surveysonfleek · 8 years ago

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046.

Which colour would best describe your current mood? grey. lol. i’m bored and tired. Does bad grammar annoy you? very much so. Who played the last concert you went to? the weeknd! What’s your opinion on winter? looooove it. How many plants are there in the room you’re in? none lol.

Are you wearing anything in your hair at the moment? just hair product.

What was the last book you read, and how did you find it? angels and demons. just found out about it after the da vinci code got famous years ago and i decided to redo the whole series. Do you prefer green or red apples? red. Which room in your house is your favourite? mine obviously. What was the last thing you microwaved? my dinner yesterday. Do you often take the bus to get to places? no. i hate public transport. i’ll drive everywhere unless i’m traveling during peak times both ways. If somebody gave you a kitten to keep as a pet, what would you name it? no idea. i’m pretty indecisive with names as it is. If you could travel back to any decade, which one would you travel to? 70s or 80s. even the 90s! i’d love to relive it. Did you used to like making dens as a child? yes. Are you currently listening to music? no. Any languages you would like to learn? no idea. something different. Do you like the smell of freshly-mown grass? i don’t like it but i don’t hate it. Does it really grind your gears when people constantly quote Family Guy? not really. i wouldn’t have a clue if they were anyway. How many tabs do you have open in your browser? four. Do you like to play Mario? loved it as a kid. i tried playing the new one, it’s just not the same. Ever flown a kite? yes. What’s your favourite topping for toast? nutella and banana. What colour is the front door of your house? white. Do you know anybody who is completely bald? hmm not completely.

Do you put decorations up for Christmas? yes. You have to paint a room in your house bright orange, which do you choose? the room under the stairs haha. Your least favourite flavour of icecream: hmmm. mint choc chip. actually idk, i don’t love ice cream anyway. Would you rather have a leather or denim jacket? they’re both cool. Can you imitate a southern American accent well? i could but i wouldn’t know if i’m any good at it. Can you read maps? yes. Do you think that bacon and maple syrup is a good combination? noooooo. Do you have any piercings? yes. Own a lot of hats? nah. Which musical instrument would you like to learn to play? guitar or piano. VERY well. Would you rather swim in the sea or in a pool? pool. Preferred alcoholic beverage: bourbon. Did you go camping this summer? nope. How is your eyesight? pretty bad. getting worse. Are you into this whole vampire thing? no. What’s a colour that you would never ever dye your hair? white. Would you like to travel to India? i do but i don’t. i have the weakest stomach of life and i’m not a huge fan of their cuisine in the first place so idk how i’d get by. i’d love to see the sights though. Do you live in a city? technically yes. but i live in the ‘burbs. What was your favourite TV show as a kid? sesame street and arthur. Are you a fussy eater? nope. i just can’t stand spicy food. Can you dance? no, Do you find green eyes attractive? i guess. Do you prefer to watch films at home or in the cinema? home. Can you remember New Year’s Eve on the 30/12/1999? nope lol. Do you have a fringe? nope. Do you like any films with Barbara Streissand in them? i know who she is but i can;t think of any films she was in. Which breed of dog do you find most scary? any big ones i guess. just to be cautious. What’s the secret to your success? lol what success. Do you keep any photos in your wallet? no, mine does have a photo holder lol :( Anyone you really miss right now? nah. Would you ever wear a white tuxedo? no. Do you judge a book by its cover? literally, no. i’ll always read the back. Do you like chips and dips? yes! Last time you went on a rollercoaster: hmmm ages ago! Ever been to a pottery class? nope. Who was the last person to stay over at your house? my boyfriend. Do you like red lipstick? sometimes.

Can you recall your country’s national anthem? yes. Are you a light sleeper? half and half, depends how tired i am. When you were young, did you ever pretend to “marry” somebody? no.

Have you ever spent an entire day in bed? Yes. How high’s your pain threshold? idk, depends what part of the body. very low in my head area and in my mouth (i hate the dentist). otherwise i’m pretty good with everywhere else. What would you wear to a red carpet event? no idea. Do you find architecture interesting? yes, i love colonial houses and old school mansions. i don’t know much about them, but i find them beautiful. Do you like Irish accents? i’m in different. Describe the worst date you’ve ever been on: eh, i could name a few. When did you last go to the park? ages ago. Do you ever forget how to walk? um, no. Do you own a Jesus bracelet? no. How far out can you stick your tongue? average, i’m assuming. Do you like David Bowie? never listened to him tbh. a bit before my time. Does it annoy you when you feel like people aren’t really listening? yes. What is the latest time you’ve ever woken up? i’ve literally woken up all different hours of the day, there isn’t a ‘latest’ time for me. it’s more about, what’s the least sleep you’ve gotten. Ever gotten into trouble over something you didn’t really do? yes. Are you currently ill? no. Are there any really beautiful buildings close to where you live? no. Do you have embarrassing parents? sometimes. How’s your grandmother? passed away. Can you speak any Spanish? i can count to ten. Would you rather be skeletal or curvy? curvy. What’s something that really matters to you? sleep. and eating.

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The Queer Generation Gap

Soraya Roberts | Longreads | November 2018 | 10 minutes (2,422 words)

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