#jamie conn

[human-souls-buy-dopamine]

"Hey im gonna draw maybe an animatic or smth with this specific group of OCs!"

[sits down to draw]

"Hmm I should work on this doodle page to warm up"

[Proceeds to almost fully shade and render a SINGULAR DOODLE ON A DOODLE PAGE instead]

[fizziedoodle]

Grease

directed by Randal Klesier

starring Olivia Newton-John, John Travolta, Stockard Channing, Jeff Conaway & Many More!

[badmovieihave]

Bad movie I have Grease 1978

[princesssarisa]

I wonder… What are the Pink Ladies (from Grease) like?

I'm talking about their hairs (👩), their eyes (👀), their bodies and some colors of their skins

By the way Happy New Year! 😘

Happy New Year to you too!

How the Pink Ladies look in the stage musical depends on the production, but for the two filmed versions we can give more concrete descriptions of them.

First the classic 1978 film:

Rizzo is fairly short (5'3'') and slender yet buxom, with an hourglass figure. She has a short, squarish face with round cheeks, peach skin, green eyes, and short, curly, dark brown hair.

Frenchy is the tallest of the girls (5'4 1/2''), and slim, with a "rectangular" figure. She has a long "heart shaped" face, sandy peach skin, and deep brown eyes. Her short hair, which she styles in fluffy curls, is naturally black (as evidenced by her eyebrows), but she dyes it red... or occasionally blonde, or in one accidental case, pink.

Marty is of medium height (5'4'') and slender, with a slight hourglass figure. She has a squarish face, peach skin, brown eyes, and thick, chin-length, light brown hair styled in loose curls.

Jan is also of medium height and has the most pear-shaped figure of the girls, though she loses weight over the course of the film. She has a squarish face, peach skin, blue-gray eyes, and wavy, shoulder length, dark brown hair.

Then there's Grease Live! from 2016:

Rizzo is shorter than in the '78 film (just 5'1'') and more slender, though she still has an hourglass figure. She has golden tan skin and brown eyes, and though she still has short, dark brown hair, it's more wavy than curly.

Frenchy is also short (5'2'') and slender, with a "rectangular" figure. She has a shorter, rounder face than '78 Frenchy, with blue eyes, though still with dusty peach skin. Her hair is naturally dark brown, but again, she dyes it red (or sometimes blonde, or pink) and styles it in a short, loose-curled Marilyn Monroe-style 'do.

Marty is tall (5'6'') and slender, with an hourglass figure, and is given a "race lift" to be African-American in this version. Her skin is a warm light brown, and she has a square face, deep brown eyes, and dark brown hair that, again, she wears in fluffy chin-length curls.

Jan is fairly short (5'3'') and the most heavyset of the girls, with a full hourglass figure. She has a squarish face with soft round cheeks, dusty peach skin, brown eyes, and wavy, shoulder length, dark brown hair that's slightly thinner than '78 Jan's.

[sidonius5]

𝒜 𝒻𝓊𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓇𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝓌𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝓊𝒸𝓀 𝓉𝑒𝑒𝓃𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒾𝒸𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝑔𝒾𝓃𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓈𝓊𝓂𝓂𝑒𝓇 𝒷𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓀, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒾𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓌 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇 𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝒶 𝑒𝓍𝒸𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁. 𝓡𝔂𝓭𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓗𝓲𝓰𝓱 𝓢𝓬𝓱𝓸𝓸𝓵 𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓁𝓊𝑒𝓃𝒸𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓃𝒶𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓊𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇 𝐁𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐑𝐲𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝓌𝒽𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝐆𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒. 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐎𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐚 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐨𝐧-𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓂𝓊𝓈𝒾𝒸𝒶𝓁 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝓊𝓃𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒾𝓃𝑒𝒹 𝓅𝓇𝑜𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓁 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝒸𝒾𝓃𝑔. 𝒯𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓋𝒾𝑒 𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃, 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝑔𝒽 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒 𝒶𝒸𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔. ℳ𝓎 𝑜𝓁𝒹𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 ℐ 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓂𝑒𝓈𝓂𝑒𝓇𝒾𝓏𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓉𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒹 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝒾𝓃 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝒶𝓃𝑔 𝑜𝒻 𝐓-𝐁𝐢𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒾𝓇 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒿𝒶𝒸𝓀𝑒��𝓈, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝒷𝒷𝓎 𝒷𝒶𝒹𝒶𝓈𝓈 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐋𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃. 𝒜 𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝑒𝒹, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝑒'𝓋𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝒻𝓊𝓁 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐭𝐨𝐧-𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧, 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐌𝐫. 𝐂𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒷𝑒 𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝓈𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑔𝑒𝓃𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒷𝑒𝓎𝑜𝓃𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝑒𝓃𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓈𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑒𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝑔 𝓈𝒸𝓇𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝓂𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜.

[camyfilms]

GREASE 1978

Men are rats- listen to me, they're fleas on rats; worse than that, they're amoebas on fleas on rats. I mean, they're too low for even the dogs to bite. 

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Summaries under the cut

Carry On, Mr. Bowditch by Jean Lee Latham and Mary R. Walsh

Nathaniel Bowditch grew up in a sailor’s world—Salem in the early days, when tall-masted ships from foreign ports crowded the wharves. But Nat didn’t promise to have the makings of a sailor; he was too physically small. Nat may have been slight of build, but no one guessed that he had the persistence and determination to master sea navigation in the days when men sailed only by “log, lead, and lookout.” Nat’s long hours of study and observation, collected in his famous work, The American Practical Navigator (also known as the “Sailors’ Bible”), stunned the sailing community and made him a New England hero.

Un Lun Dun by China Mieville

What is Un Lun Dun? It is London through the looking glass, an urban Wonderland of strange delights where all the lost and broken things of London end up . . . and some of its lost and broken people, too–including Brokkenbroll, boss of the broken umbrellas; Obaday Fing, a tailor whose head is an enormous pin-cushion, and an empty milk carton called Curdle. Un Lun Dun is a place where words are alive, a jungle lurks behind the door of an ordinary house, carnivorous giraffes stalk the streets, and a dark cloud dreams of burning the world. It is a city awaiting its hero, whose coming was prophesied long ago, set down for all time in the pages of a talking book.

When twelve-year-old Zanna and her friend Deeba find a secret entrance leading out of London and into this strange city, it seems that the ancient prophecy is coming true at last. But then things begin to go shockingly wrong.

Malory Towers by Enid Blyton

Darrell Rivers begins her happy life at Malory Towers two terms later than the other girls, but she soon makes firm friends with Sally, the steady one, and the adoring Mary Lou.

The Littles by John Peterson

The Littles live in the walls of the Biggs' house. But when the Biggs go on vacation a messy family comes to stay, the trouble begins. Mice! Cats! How much can one small family take? Will Tom and Lucy, the littlest Littles of all, be able to save the day?

The Magic Thief by Sarah Prineas

In a city that runs on a dwindling supply of magic, a young boy is drawn into a life of wizardry and adventure. Conn should have dropped dead the day he picked Nevery's pocket and touched the wizard's locus magicalicus, a stone used to focus magic and work spells. But for some reason he did not. Nevery finds that interesting, and he takes Conn as his apprentice on the provision that the boy find a locus stone of his own. But Conn has little time to search for his stone between wizard lessons and helping Nevery discover who or what is stealing the city of Wellmet's magic.

100 Cupboards by N. D. Wilson

Twelve-year-old Henry York is going to sleep one night when he hears a bump on the attic wall above his head. It's an unfamiliar house—Henry is staying with his aunt, uncle, and three cousins—so he tries to ignore it. But the next night he wakes up with bits of plaster in his hair. Two knobs have broken through the wall, and one of them is slowly turning...

Henry scrapes the plaster off the wall and discovers doors—ninety-nine cupboards of all different sizes and shapes. Through one he can hear the sound of falling rain. Through another he sees a glowing room—with a man strolling back and forth! Henry and his cousin Henrietta soon understand that these are not just cupboards. They are, in fact, portals to other worlds.

Dear Dumb Diary by Jim Benton

Read the hilarious, candid, (and sometimes not-so-nice,) diaries of Jamie Kelly, who promises that everything in her diary is true...or at least as true as it needs to be.

School was okay today. Actually, it was better than okay. Angeline got her long, beautiful hair tangled in one of the jillion things she has dangling from her backpack, and the school nurse -- who is now one of my main heroes -- took a pair of scissors and snipped two feet of silky blond hair from the left side of her head, so now Angeline only looks like The Prettiest Girl in the World if you're standing on her right. (Although personally, I think she would look better if I was standing on her neck.)

The Great Brain by John D. Fitzgerald

The best con man in the Midwest is only ten years old. Tom, a.k.a., the Great Brain, is a silver-tongued genius with a knack for turning a profit. When the Jenkins boys get lost in Skeleton Cave, the Great Brain saves the day. Whether it's saving the kids at school, or helping out Peg-leg Andy, or Basil, the new kid at school, the Great Brain always manages to come out on top—and line his pockets in the process.

Mumintrullen by Tove Jansson

En av Tove Janssons mest älskade berättelser, Det osynliga barnet, kommer nu som bilderbok. En kall höstkväll dyker Too-ticki upp i muminhuset i sällskap av ett barn, en osynlig flicka! Hon har blivit osynlig för att någon varit mycket elak mot henne. Mumintrollen låter flickan flytta in och den hösten får både hon och familjen lära sig om respekt, vänlighet, och vikten av att ibland bli riktigt arg.Tove Janssons älskade "Det osynliga barnet" är anpassad för bilderboksformatet av författaren Cecilia Davidsson och illustrerad av Filippa Widlund. Boken är en del i Bonnier Carlsens satsning på att ta fram nya bilderböcker om Mumintrollen för nästa generation Muminälskare. I text och bild knyter boken an till Tove Janssons klassiska berättelse och förmedlar dess säregna magi och klokskaper.

Derkholm by Diana Wynne Jones

A humorous fantasy from Diana Wynne Jones. In a world next door to ours, the tourist industry is devastating the population by its desire to experience all the fantasy clichés - Dark Lords, impoverished villages, dragons etc.

The Head of the University resolves to shut the tours down; the only problem being the ruthless tour-master - and his all-powerful demons. To save them all, the incompetent wizard Derk is appointed as Dark Lord in the hope that he will ruin the tours, and sure enough proceeds to fail at everything due to his general uselessness. But can failing at everything lead to a win this time?

[misscammiedawn]

I Am Also A We - Integration and Functional Multiplicity in sense8

CW: sense8 depicts suicide, transphobia, medical trauma, deadnaming, chronic alcoholism, drug abuse, homophobia, homophobic slurs, intense sexual themes, plays sexual assault towards men for humor. Check DoesTheDogDie for more information.

If you watch the show be warned the first episodes involve a family forcefully trying to (allegorically) detransition a transgender woman and circumvent her agency in a medical setting. This may be more than most can handle.

"I've been thinking about my life, and all of the mistakes that I've made. The ones that stay with me, the ones that I regret, are the ones that I made because of fear. For a long time, I was afraid to be who I am because I was taught by my parents that there's something wrong with someone like me. Something offensive, something you would avoid, maybe even pity. Something that you could never love. My mom, she's a fan of St. Thomas Aquinas. She calls pride a sin. And of all the venal and mortal sins, St. Thomas saw pride as the queen of the seven deadlies. He saw it as the ultimate gateway sin that would turn you quickly into a sinaholic. But hating isn't a sin on that list. Neither is shame. I was afraid of this parade because I wanted it so badly to be a part of it. So today, I'm marching for that part of me that was once afraid to march and for all the people who can't march - the people who living lives like I did. Today, I march to remember that I'm not just a me but I'm also a we. And we march with pride." Nomi Marks (sense8 - Season 1, Episode 2)

Humans are fascinating and varied creatures.

Imagine for a moment, a transgender hactivist in San Francisco, a closeted homosexual movie star in Mexico City, a cop in Chicago, a Nordic expat DJ living in London, an orphaned gangster in Berlin, a bus driver in Nairobi who has never lived in a home with running water, a Hindu bio-chemist in Mumbai and a kickboxer in Seoul whose father owns a powerful investment firm.

Lives so disparate that it would be simple to create walls of division to keep them wholly separate and incapable of acting as a whole...

And yet the show is all about erasing the division between people and as the show goes on these 8 people with all their unique and individual perspectives and backgrounds, will become one and many. A collective as one.

That seems like something I may want to talk a little about.

sense8 is a Netflix drama that ran for 2 seasons (and had 2 specials) between 2015-2018. Created by the Wachowski Sisters of Matrix fame and J Michael Straczynski of Babylon 5 fame.

It is a show about radical empathy, the full spectrum of the human experience and the virtues of living openly and connected in the face of a world that pressures the marginalized to hide and remain divided.

Yet in listening to our contributors, especially those with Indigenous ties or who identify as people of color and/or not bound by the ties of Western medicine, dissociation as it’s been described so far [...] can mean many things that are not helpful. A general consensus from these contributors is that trauma survivors ought never be shamed for doing what they have to do in order to survive, especially because so many of the contexts into which people are born promote division, disconnection, and marginalization. Usually this context is shaped by a dominant culture that relies on separation in its most unhelpful and wounding sense to uphold the power that the dominant culture so readily craves. (Dissociation Made Simple - Jamie Marich)

To acknowledge the flaws in both shows and creators, The Wachowski's tend to have a lens of privilege and blind spots to their works that undermine their messages of radical empathy, most famously their fumble in the diversity of Cloud Atlas' cast and the use of white actors in Asian roles (Natalie Portman was originally offered the role that went to Bae Doona).

sense8 is not immune to this and does have issues with connecting the 8 main characters without consideration to certain biases. Some mild examples are that the Christmas special having all 8 unanimously celebrating the Christian holiday (including a Hindu and a character with religious trauma centered on Christianity specifically) to the unchecked Copaganda and the show completely erases asexuality as a valid lifestyle with dialogue even going as far to say that sex is why we exist and to deny it is to deny being human.

Also as someone with an extreme aversion to depictions of suicide... this show does like to offer suicide as The Only Way Out a lot. The show opens on a suicide and the final episode involves no fewer than 3 attempts by various characters when they are cornered. One even succeeds. Lana's experience with her suicide attempt was important to her coming out as a trans woman. A version of that moment is even depicted in the 4th Matrix movie with Neo (allegorically Lana herself) helping someone else wake to their own identity in a suicide attempt. I do not want to rob her of the transformative power of that event and memory. It's clearly important to her and her work, but it's troublesome that averted suicide attempts are always depicted virtuously in her work. Again... it's a matter of blind spots and biases.

I acknowledge the show is flawed in these and many more respects but it does speak to empathy and connection in a way that though not perfectly placed upon the screen, is a message worth internalizing. Though it's okay to be uncomfortable with how it is presented and opt out.

Regardless of imperfect execution and the early cancellation, it is still a miracle of a show. In many ways it is a show that shouldn't exist. It cost $9 million per episode and its filming schedule required flying between 11 cities for 3 weeks of shooting a piece. It features full nudity, multiple sex scenes involving huge swaths of the cast at once.

To put all of that in perspective, the entire experience is literally bookended by a rainbow strap-on glistening from use.

But... this is not a show about dissociative disorders. Mental illness is only represented in that characters briefly question their sanity. So why am I talking about it in my Media, Myself and I essay series on positive representation of dissociative disorders in fiction?

Well... it just so happens to also feature the best depiction of Functional Multiplicity in all of television.

Functional Multiplicity or "Integration" is a goal in treating complex dissociative disorders where the dissociative system are able to function as a single person with minimal division between parts.

It is important to note that intergration and fusion are two separate concepts and are both valid outcomes for treatment within CDD therapy. Where fusion is the concept of merging all dissociated personalities into a single unified personality, integration allows the system to communicate and cooperate with full access to memories and skills with no inner-conflict exacerbating symptoms.

The final approach in Fraser’s article addresses the issue of fusion or integration, a strong area of potential controversy for those diagnosed with or identifying as DID. Many individuals with DID strongly resist or oppose a psychiatrist or any other provider’s insistence that they integrate the various aspects of their personality into a cohesive whole. This process can feel disrespectful to the members of a system, and if you are reading this passage and have ever felt triggered at the suggestion that you need to integrate, you are not alone. (Dissociation Made Simple - Jamie Marich)

The terms “dissociation” and “integration” have long been synonymous with one another—meant to signify that the only reasonable goal in working with splitting and compartmentalization must be the fusing together of dissociated parts to create one single “homogenized” adult. Daniel Siegel, however, makes a strong case against defining integration as fusion. He asserts (2010a) a different view: “Integration requires differentiation and linkage.” Before we can integrate two phenomena, we have to differentiate them and “own” them as separate entities. We can’t simply “act as if” they are connected without noticing their separateness. But, having clearly differentiated them so they can be studied and befriended, we then have to link them together in a way that fosters a transformed sense of the client’s experience, facilitating healing and reconnection. - (Healing the Fragmented Selves - Janina Fischer)

Acknowledging the separateness and clearly differentiating people to befriend, link and foster a transformed sense of experience, facilitating healing and connection.

Now that sounds like sense8 to me.

As mentioned above the shows protagonists are from different walks of life. Nomi, Lito, Will, Riley, Wolfgang, Capheus, Kala and Sun are all "born" into a "cluster", a nest of 8 connected minds who share their every thought and experience with one another.

The core 8 are able to share control of one another's bodies as well as speak telepathically in one another's heads. "Sharing" and "Visiting" respectively, if we are to play the YA Novel game of naming every single concept in a fictional world.

Each character has their strengths and weaknesses and connections that make up for their weaknesses.

To give an example Lito is an actor who has a little bit of a diva streak. He's good at lying under pressure, he can flirt with women effortlessly, he is deeply in touch with his emotions and he lives in absolute terror of his homosexual lifestyle being discovered for fear it will ruin his career and the comfort he has earned in life.

Wolfgang is ruthless and blunt and so leans on Lito's ability to lie under pressure, something that he is typically incapable of doing because he does not value roundabout methods of deception when he can just brute force his way to solutions. Lito helps him lie when the situation calls for it.

Sun is emotionally repressed, choosing to work her emotions through her fists, though she is one of the most privileged members of the cluster she has more than enough reason to be sad with a father who refused to show her love, the worst brother on the planet, a dead mother and a plot that involves her being wrongfully imprisoned and subject to multiple assassination attempts. She can offer the rest of the cluster her fighting skills but it is Lito who helps her to be able to cry when she needs it. In a beautiful scene late in season 2 a depressed Lito is crying in Sun's hotel room and Sun admonishes him saying that she is the one with reason to cry and Lito responds plainly "But you never would. Maybe that is why I am here."

On the flipside whenever Lito is in conflict about his life in the closet he pulls up Nomi, a transgender woman who has been through the entire coming out process, and leans heavily on her.

Though it takes much of the first season for the characters to understand what is happening to them we eventually get to see all 8 of them completely at home with one another's thoughts and perspectives.

They are separate, yes. But they are of one mind.

This is akin to the end result of trauma focused parts work in therapy. When a person is not yet treated for trauma based dissociation their inability to integrate their experiences creates a fracture and a disharmony that breeds emotional volatility and a breakdown in inner experience.

Disowning requires selective attention, a focusing away from whatever is “not me.” The senses fail to register what is taking place around us; we don’t feel our emotional responses, good or bad; we are in a zone. We can’t “own” our anger or dependence or fear when we don’t feel them. We can’t “own” traumatic events that we haven’t witnessed. We can’t know ourselves as whole human beings because only those qualities valued in a traumatic environment are accessible to consciousness. Segregating intense feelings, though, results in affect intolerance: if we can escape our emotions by automatically and involuntarily shifting into a different part of the self or different feeling state, we never get the opportunity to exercise our “emotional muscles,” and all feelings gradually become more and more intolerable. Inner conflicts are never resolved, just distanced. When that happens, acting out (self-destructively or addictively) and “acting in” (through self-hatred, self-judgment, punitive introspection) become the only avenues for regulating emotions and autonomic arousal. Splitting or fragmentation must become more complex and creative. - (Healing the Fragmented Selves - Janina Fischer)

As the main cluster of the show are able to expand their horizons via empathy and connection to one another they are able to challenge their blind spots and achieve a level of comfort in their world that was not accessible before. From our above example Sun can process her emotions thanks to Lito.

In a similar fashion, in Season 2 Kala becomes guilty about her lifestyle because she discovers that the company she works for is sending inferior medication to Capheus' region of the world and through experiencing life through Capheus' eyes she is aware of her position of privilege and uses her power to make positive change.

Had the show have been able to continue on this empathy would have been the center of the show with Capheus running for political office, Lito embracing his role as a queer icon who can inspire others and Riley risking exposure by touring her music and making contact with other sensates.

Alas. We'll never get the promised potential of the show's premise.

Another factor that was promised but was not fully paid off on was the concept of blockers.

In the show other sensates could visit (but not share) with a single member of a cluster if they make eye contact (Cloud Atlas which shared 3 directors and 3 writers with this show also included this concept of eye contact creating a human connection) and the only way to prevent their intrusion was to take blockers. A medication that cut off their empathetic connections and turned off their psychic ability.

The blocker allegory was about masking and hiding and working to blend in with the dominant culture without standing out. Part of the show's humanity was the characters wishing to go against the narrative that they needed to hide and to live loud and proud and inspire others to do the same.

It would have been interesting to see each of the sensates on blockers learning to act in ways their cluster would without being able to let them take control of their body. Show that the integration of the system is not a matter of separate parts in their own boxes but a cluster that is fully connected and capable of sharing their sole life.

To go back to my discussion on functional multiplicity, the concept of being able to share memories and skills is emphasized as a part of both integration and fusion models.

Sharing roles, responsibilities or tasks also enables other parts to help the System’s successful functioning in the outside world. Then, these parts can grow and mature individually. It also gives the System the opportunity to feel first-hand appreciation for what parts have done and contributed to the System’s survival and success, as well as better understanding of what it takes to keep the System functioning well today. (Got Parts? - ATW)

We are all in this together.

A beautiful thing that the show displays outside of the core cluster is the radical empathy and acceptance that exist within the side characters.

In the final episode of the show Wolfgang's surrogate brother and only true family Felix arrives to the help the cluster Capheus rushes over to him and embraces him exclaiming "MY BROTHER, FELIX!" and laughing with joy. This was Capheus' first time meeting Felix but the empathetic connection travels between them.

The same connection causes Kala's love for her husband to be felt by Wolfgang and allow the three of them to engage in a polyamorous relationship. The final orgy scene of the show literally climaxes with Kala's non-psychic husband exclaiming "My god, I didn't think such things were possible" after a threesome with his wife and Wolfgang who share the same love for him. This is the very last line of the show.

In a dissociative system conflict can breed between parts that are not integrated when their needs, desires and drives are not in alignment.

To give an example from our own life, Wynn is a part that is capable of turning off our empathy. When she perceives a threat to us from the idea of someone emotionally manipulating us (a parent trying to shame/guilt us into ceding to their demands or a partner threatening suicide) she will lock out the rest of the system who may be swayed and force us to act with hostility and coldness. More than once this has ended with us in further danger or emotional turmoil and it leads other parts to over compensate to try and "fix" the damage done when we were "emotionally compromised" by the part acting in our interests of survival over the harmony of the system and our relationships. Especially because the dangerous situations that necessitated her existence are not part of our present and her reactions may no longer be appropriate.

This kind of divide is natural in a dissociative system early in their healing journey.

The range of emotional experience, including both positive (e.g., joy, love) and negative (e.g., anger, fear, grief) affects, plays a vital role in human adaptation by promoting closeness in relationships. Relational distortions result when emotions repeatedly fail to achieve their purpose, when they are persistently activated, or when their expression is blocked or punished. Distortions in emotional regulation (and associated defensive distortions of behavior) refl ect distortions in care (Bowlby, 1969/1982) that manifest as dysynchronies between caregiving behavior and child emotional experience and needs (Sameroff & Emde, 1989) [...] A lasting split between self-preservation and integrative self-regulation leads to a vicious cycle. Extreme affective states become infused into the person’s selfand other-representations (“bad objects,” Benatar, 2003), producing disorganized and unstable mental representations, which further destabilize and fragment affect, perception, and behavior. Thus, dissociation results when extreme stressors necessitate a lasting split of the integrated relationship between self-preservation and selfregulation. (Dissociation and Dissociative Disorders, DSM-V and Beyond - Paul F Dell)

But towards the end of therapy parts, even when activated, are able to act in a way that benefits the stability of the shared life, preventing further dissociation and division between parts.

It is when one part, who wants to deny our condition to prevent thinking about our trauma, accepts that our multiple nature is integral to who we are and how one of our closest relationships function and in accepting this allows for us to carve spaces in our life to exist as a system. To take off the mask. To stop hiding.

To march and state boldly I Am Also A We.

There are times where we worry about using the term "Plural". We view our condition through a lens of psychopathology and constantly try to justify our existence through reading psychology textbooks and working with our therapist and constantly justifying.

We play by the rule books written for us and about us but not by us. Not by others like us. Well... mostly.

One of the quoted books in this essay is from Jamie Marich who is openly a diagnosed dissociative system. Her book is written from an insiders perspective there to promote love and acceptance. I selected her quote at the top of this post with care. She does get it. Got Parts? Is also written by collaborators with DID sharing lived experience.

There are so many things which divide us as people who experience plurality. There is syscourse raging in Tumblr inboxes Just Asking Questions about whether a person should be diagnosed to openly present as a system, there is fakeclaiming trying to witch hunt those who really have a CDD and those who are "roleplaying", the tone policing in support communities that admonish anyone who glorifies or fetishizes that which is a hard to live with disorder...

Over the years we internalized many of these narratives ourselves. We lived in fear of scrutiny, worried for the day we were exposed as Not Traumatized Enough, Not Performing Our Disability Correctly, Not Divided Enough or a number of other accusations.

We still are. It's terrifying to think that at any point someone could just deny all of our truth and no amount of paperwork, testimony or evidence would be able to make us any more legitimate than we already are.

In some regards we shouldn't be proud of being who and what we are. The fact that there is always going to be a part of us stuck in London reliving the worst experiences of our life is not a source of pride.

But we survived.

We survived. We kept one another alive. The part that needed to be an adult when we were a child kept us safe. The part that needed to seal off our heart kept us safe. The part that kept our emotions alive kept us safe. The part that pretended to be what our abuser wanted us to be kept us safe... and yes. The part that handled erotic concepts kept us safe.

We survived and we protected one another and we are the only Family who have been here the whole time. Experienced everything. Shared in all the pleasures and all the joys. We survived. And we will continue to... but not we're not surviving anymore. We're living. And we choose to live together. We choose to be 5 and 1. We are an I.

I am proud of that and this show helped us feel just a little bit more confident in saying that outloud. We are plural... and there is no shame in that. None at all.

-

Forgive me for the less than stellar work on this one. This essay was more a vehicle to talk about positive integration and use the show as a framing device for the topic. Plus I just wanted to be a bit Plural Pride because the show made a compelling argument as to why I should be.

The promised Act 6 of In Stars and Time essay and the Umineko follow-up essay are both in the research phase. Act 6 of ISaT is looking at characters who share a common history and I want to make sure I have some good examples without treading on other creators I respect's toes and the Umineko follow-up requires replaying all of Chapter 7 of that game and it's a long one.

Media, Myself and I is a series of Tumblr Essays for positive depictions of dissociative disorders.

Other essays include:

Time Loops and Dissociation (In Stars and Time) A History of Murder Alters Discworld and Plurality Incidental, intentional and accidental representation Gender, Dissociation and Clinical Stigma in The Third Person Recontextualized Memories in Umineko Derealization in Night in the Woods and Metal Gear Solid The Dangers of Hypnotic Personality Play in Penlight System Origins in The Incredible Hulk Relationships with Systems in The Incredible Hulk The Healing Journey in Mr. Robot

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1/22-PCW Extreme Political TV

Last Week on PCW Extreme Political TV -MATCH #1: the decision of the Derek Tran/Adam Gray (Progressive Alliance) defeated Michelle Steel/John Duarte (American Patriots) in a State of California rules that took place on Extreme Election Night 2024. -10-Bell Salute to Jimmy Carter -MATCH #2-NON-TITLE: PCW Women’s Champion Catherine Cline defeated South Side Homeowners Association President Suzanne Allen-Hapsley -New State of California Commercial with Gavin Newsom -PCW Invades the Golden Globes -Incoming CEO of PCW Donald Trump has a ‘talk’ with American Patriots leaders Mike Johnson and John Thune -MAIN EVENT: The MAGA-Powers (Starz N. Stripes and ‘Anti-Hollywood One Man A-List’ Stone Chism) defeated The Canadian Connection (Jack Fraiser w/his Oootlander Blaire Rendell and Carl McKenzie-Bob and Doug McKenzie’s long lost brother w/Canadian PM Justin Trudeau) -Pulp Fictions videos: ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels, Kamala Harris, Gavin Newsom, PCW champion Charlie Blackwell, 9-year-old Gracie McAvay’s “How Dare You?”, and Jamie Raskin.

Political Championship Wrestling Extreme Political TV D.C. Armory Taped Monday January 20th, 2025 Wednesday January 22nd, 2025

‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder ‘Low-Level New York Times Reporter Trying to Make a Name for Herself’

PCW Champion: Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland) Since 2/10/2024 Contenders: ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels (Progressive Alliance) Neal Conn (American Patriots) Mike the Mechanic (Main Street USA)

PCW Women's Champion: Catherine Cline (Independent) Since 9/21/2024 Contenders: Kathryn Randall Collins (Progressive Alliance) Laura Brobert (American Patriots) ‘American Girl’ Sarah Mae Smith (Main Street USA)

PCW Tag Team Champions: The MAGA-Powers: Starz N. Stripes and ‘The One-Man Anti-Hollywood A-List’ Stone Chism- Since 3/3/2024 (American Patriots)

Contenders: The Green World Order: GreenPete/’Extreme Vegan’ Brock Cole Lee (Progressive Alliance) The Sports Entertainment Corporation: Gator Bates/The Alabama Kid Bi-Partisan Dream Team: Blue Dog D/RINO Main Street USA: Ken Worth-American Trucker/Farmer John Deer Wall Street World: Kirk Walstreit/P.M.C. Banks

The camera pans through the Washington, DC crowd.

Crowd: PCW… PCW… PCW…

Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder stand in the ring. 

Johnny Suave: HELLO! And welcome to PCW Extreme Political TV!

Crowd: PCW… PCW… PCW…

Johnny Suave: I am ‘The Voice of PCW’ Johnny Suave and she is a ‘Low-Level Reporter at the New York Times Trying to Make a Name for Herself’- Colleen Crowder.

Colleen has a pained expression on her face.

Colleen Crowder: Why do you have to say it like that?

Johnny Suave: We are live from the DC Armory where, tonight, Donald J. Trump will officially take power and become the new CEO of PCW.  Also tonight, we’ve got a PCW Title match between PCW champion Charlie Blackwell and the number one contender for the PCW title, ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels.  Last week on Extreme Political TV… we heard from Blackwell and Daniels and here’s what they had to say.

(LAST WEEK ON PCW EXTREME POLITICAL TV) The camera pans across a lavishly decorated dressing room, settling on ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels adjusting his designer suit in a full-length mirror. The Skanky Rich Bimbos, Paris and Nicole, flank him, their skin-tight dresses sparkling under the vanity lights.

Paris twirls a strand of platinum blonde hair.

Paris: Kevin, darling, do we look fabulous enough for you?

Nicole pouts her collagen-enhanced lips.

Nicole: Yeah, are we Hollywood enough?

Kevin barely glances at them, his eyes fixed on his own reflection.

Kevin Daniels: Ladies, there’s only one thing on my mind right now…

Paris and Nicole lean in eagerly, their eyes widening with anticipation.

Kevin Daniels: The PCW Title!

Kevin’s voice drips with self-importance. The bimbos deflate visibly, their shoulders slumping in disappointment.

Kevin continues, oblivious to their reaction.

Kevin Daniels: And that means you, Charlie Blackwell. You backwoods, cattle-wrangling excuse for a champion. Your days are numbered.

In the background, Taylor Switt strums her guitar, providing a melodic backdrop to Kevin’s monologue. The pop starlet’s eyes never leave Kevin, a mixture of adoration and calculation in her gaze.

Kevin Daniels: It’s my birthright.  I’m Hollywood royalty.  You rubes don’t understand true star power. I vow to win that title.

Kevin strikes a dramatic pose.

Kevin Daniels: So PCW will finally have a champion worthy of the bright lights and red carpets!

Paris and Nicole, having recovered from their initial disappointment, begin preening again, adjusting their hair and makeup as if preparing for a photo shoot.

SFX-the screen goes static and crackling.

The scene abruptly cuts to a close-up of PCW Champion Charlie Blackwell’s (American Heartland Coalition) weathered face. His steely eyes bore into the camera, his Texas twang thick with disgust.

Charlie Blackwell: For the past four years, the Progressive Alliance have been actin’ like a bunch of entitled brats throwin’ a kegger while Momma and Daddy are out of town.

He spits to the side, his lip curling in contempt.

Charlie Blackwell: But let me tell you somethin’.

Charlie leans in closer.

Charlie Blackwell: The party’s over. The adults are comin’ home, and there’s gonna be hell to pay.

The camera pans back, revealing Charlie’s impressive physique and the gleaming PCW Championship belt draped over his shoulder.

Charlie Blackwell: Kevin Daniels and those coastal elites think they can run roughshod over real Americans. I’m fixin’ to teach ’em a lesson they won’t soon forget.

Charlie’s fingers tighten around the title belt.

Charlie Blackwell: Momma and Daddy are comin’ home, and your ass is mine.

(END VIDEO)

***

Victoria McGill: What the *BLEEP*?

The once pristine space looks like it’s been hit by a category five hurricane of incompetence. Papers litter every surface, empty pizza boxes form precarious towers, and is that… a cardboard cutout of Kamala Harris grinning maniacally from behind an overturned desk?

Incoming CEO of PCW Donald Trump sidles up beside her, his signature coif somehow remaining perfectly in place despite the chaos.

Donald Trump: Looks like Sleepy Joe left us a little welcome gift, doesn’t it?

Tori’s jaw clenches, her statuesque body trembling with barely contained rage. She stalks into the room, designer heels crunching over what appears to be shredded classified documents.

Victoria McGill: Little? This is a *BLEEP*-damn disaster zone!  

She kicks aside a discarded “I’m Speaking” mug. Her eyes narrow as she spots a pile of “Kamala for CEO” posters.

And what’s this bull-*BLEEP*?

Tori’s mind races, calculating the cost of this mess. The cleanup alone will set PCW back thousands, not to mention the potential security breaches. She can feel a migraine building behind her eyes.

Trump nods sagely, reaching out to pat her shoulder.

Donald Trump: Don’t worry, we’ll make PCW great again. Believe me.

Tori shrugs off his touch, her patience wearing thin. She turns to face him, her imposing height allowing her to look down at the former president.

Victoria McGill: Just… start cleaning. I need some air before I snap and put someone through a table.

With that, she storms out, leaving Trump to survey the wreckage of Biden’s tenure. As the door slams behind her, Tori can’t help but wonder if she’s just traded one circus for another. Her heels click aggressively against the floor as she marches towards the reception area. Her eyes lock onto the overflowing mailbox, and she lets out an exasperated sigh.

Victoria McGill: Let’s see what other surprises those clowns left behind. 

She snatches up the stack of envelopes.

As she rips open the first bill, her eyes widen in disbelief. “What the actual hell?” she exclaims, her voice echoing through the trashed office.

Victoria McGill: Five thousand dollars for… custom-made ‘Dark Overlord’ robes? You’ve got to be kidding me!

She tears through envelope after envelope, her fury building with each unauthorized expense.

Victoria McGill: Hair plugs… ice cream socials… chin-up bars for the Oval Office?

Tori’s face flushes red with anger, her statuesque frame trembling with rage.

Victoria McGill: These idiots have been treating PCW like their personal piggy bank! We’re on the hook for…

She pauses, mental calculator whirring.

Victoria McGill: …over a hundred grand in unauthorized expenses!

Her mind races, imagining the hit to PCW’s bottom line. This could set back their expansion plans, maybe even force budget cuts. The thought of having to scale back production values or talent contracts makes her blood boil.

Victoria McGill: ARRRGHHHHHHH!

She storms towards the exit, her long legs eating up the distance in powerful strides. She pushes through the door, leaving a wake of tension and unpaid bills behind her. As it slams shut, the sound reverberates through the office.

***

JETFUEL EXTREME DO IT YOURSELF TAX COMMERCIAL SCENE: the back yard.

A man holds a garden hose in his right hand and is filling up his above ground pool with water. In his other hand, he holds his cell phone and looks down at it- seemingly confused and perplexed.]

Announcer: This is Tim. He thinks you have to be a mastermind to figure out how to do his own taxes.

A large brown wooden fence encloses the yard. The right wooden gate opens up and pro wrestling manager, ‘No Frills’ Chris Escondido, enters Tim’s back yard.

(GRAPHIC: “’No Frills’ Chris Escondido, professional wrestler manager)

Announcer: So we flew in pro wrestling mastermind ‘No Frill’s’ Chris Escondido to help him.

Escondido peers over Tim’s shoulder to look at his cell phone.

Escondido: Dude. What does it say there?

Close up of Tim’s phone. ‘Did you buy a home?’ Press here.

Tim: It says…did you buy a home?

Escondido: Did you buy a home?

Tim: Ummm…

Out of nowhere, PCW champion Charlie Blackwell runs in and whacks Tim in the back with a Singapore cane.

Tim: OWWW!   YES! YES! I BOUGHT A HOUSE!

Escondido: Then I’d press there.

Tim: There?

*WHACK*

Tim: AARGGHH! THERE! OKAY, OKAY…I’M PRESSING THE BUTTON!

Tim, in immense pain and anguish, presses the button. The display turns to a green check mark to indicate that he was successful and a message appears that reads: ‘Congrats, you get a big tax break…and a trip to the emergency room.

Tim: Huh?

*THWACK*

Tim: AAARGHHHHH!

Escondido nods down at Tim who’s fallen to his knees in excruciating pain.

Escondido: Okay then.

He then turns and walks away.

(Graphic on screen: ‘It doesn’t take a f@#$ing genius to do your taxes’)

Tim looks down at his phone and winces in pain from the Singapore caneshots.

Announcer: Jetfuel Extreme Do It Yourself Tax. Taxes done to the extreme.

*THWACK*

Tim’s voice: ARGGHHHH! OKAY! STOP! PLEASE!

***

Commercial Break The ground trembles as a thunderous explosion rocks the air. The acrid smell of smoke fills Johnny Suave’s nostrils as he grips his microphone tighter, his voice booming with unbridled enthusiasm, his eyes wide with excitement.

Johnny Suave: Are you ready for some REAL AMERICAN BEER?

The camera pans across a scene of beautiful chaos. An American Jeep bursts from the belly of a transport helicopter, crushing smaller vehicles beneath its massive tires. At the wheel sits PCW champion Charlie Blackwell, his 6’4″ frame barely contained by the driver’s seat.

Charlie’s mind races. This is his moment. Time to show these coastal elites what a real Texan can do.

With a practiced motion, Charlie cracks open a Bud Light. Foam erupts from the can, spraying in all directions like a geyser of patriotism. The cool liquid hits his throat as he takes a long swig, savoring the taste of victory.

“BUD LIGHT- *BLEEP* YEAH!” A chorus of voices rings out, punctuating the mayhem.

‘American Girl’ Sarah Mae Smith

Sarah Mae’s heart pounds. This is more than just a commercial; it’s a battle for the soul of America. She shouts, her voice carrying the weight of her Midwestern roots.

Sarah Mae Smith: Bud Light – for the heartland heroes!

Bullets whiz past as Sarah Mae and Catherine engage in a fierce firefight against unseen foes. The staccato of gunfire mixes with the sound of shattering glass and crunching metal.

Catherine’s eyes narrow as she takes aim. She’s fought hard for her championship, and she’ll be damned if she lets anyone take it from her now.

Sarah Mae ducks behind a burned-out car, her mind racing. This is their chance to make things right.

Sarah Mae Smith: We’re reclaiming this beer for Main Street USA!

As if in response, the chorus swells once more: “BUD LIGHT- *BLEEP* YEAH!”

Johnny Suave: Bud Light – now with 200% more FREEDOM!

Stone Chism, the ‘Anti-Hollywood A-Lister’, emerges from the smoke, his muscles rippling under his shirt. He locks eyes with his tag team partner, Starz N. Stripes, and they nod in unison. This is their moment to shine, to show these Hollywood elites what real American strength looks like.

“Let’s show ’em how we do it in the heartland, partner,” Starz drawls, his Iowa accent thick with pride.

They stride towards two massive kegs of Bud Light, each easily weighing hundreds of pounds. Stone flexes his biceps, thinking, ‘This’ll put those sissy craft beers to shame.’

With a grunt, they hoist the kegs overhead as if they were made of styrofoam. Beer sloshes out, raining down on them like liquid gold. The crowd goes wild, their cheers drowning out the gunfire.

“BUD LIGHT- *BLEEP* YEAH!” The singers’ voices reach a fever pitch.

Suddenly, a shadow passes overhead. Stone looks up, his heart swelling with patriotic fervor. A formation of majestic bald eagles soars across the sky, their wings spread wide against the backdrop of chaos.

The air crackles with anticipation as fireworks explode overhead, spelling out “BUD LIGHT” in bold red, white, and blue letters. The spectacle is so bright it nearly blinds Sarah Mae, but she can’t look away.

In perfect synchronization, Charlie, Sarah Mae, Starz, and Stone face the camera. Their eyes gleam with the fire of true American spirit as they shout in unison:

“BUD LIGHT – *BLEEP* YEAH!”

The words echo across the battlefield, a rallying cry for the heartland, a middle finger to the coastal elites. As the commercial fades to black, the wrestlers stand tall, champions not just of the ring, but of the American way of life.

***

Donald Trump Becomes the New CEO of PCW Back from commercial, the arena erupts in a cacophony of cheers and boos as the ringside area begins to fill with PCW’s most notorious personalities. Johnny Suave leans into his microphone, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Johnny Suave: Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time.

Colleen Crowder: I can’t believe this is actually happening.

Johnny Suave: In just mere moments, Donald Trump will become the new CEO of PCW… again.

Colleen sighs.

Colleen Crowder: Yay.

Former PCW CEO enter and walk down the ramp towards the ring.  Bill and Hillary Clinton, George W. Bush and his wife Laura, and Barack Obama.

Johnny Suave: The stars are aligning at ringside!  Look who else is coming down that aisle- PCW Women’s Champion, Catherine Cline!

Cline struts down the aisle, basking in the adoration of her loyal fans, especially the young girls who eagerly reach out for high-fives and selfies with their idol.

Colleen Crowder rolls her eyes and adjusts her glasses, her lips curling into a smirk.

Colleen Crowder: Oh joy, another cheap ploy to win over the fan’s hearts. I’m sure the crowd will eat it up like the sheep they are.

Johnny shoots her a look but presses on.

Johnny Suave: Also here… the Tag Team Champions, The MAGA-Powers! Talk about a star-spangled spectacle!

‘The Original Rookie Sensation’ all those years ago, Starz N. Stripes flexes his muscles, basking in the mixed reaction from the crowd. Johnny can’t help but admire the sheer presence of the man.

Johnny Suave: You’ve got to hand it to them, Colleen. They know how to work a crowd.”

Colleen rolls her eyes.

Colleen Crowder: If by ‘work’ you mean pander to the lowest common denominator, then sure, they’re masters of their craft.

As Stone Chism makes his way to ringside, Johnny’s excitement reaches a fever pitch.

Johnny Suave: And his tag team partner… the ‘Anti-Hollywood One Man A-List’ himself, Stone Chism!

Colleen Crowder: Because nothing says ‘anti-Hollywood’ like a guy who looks like he just stepped off an action movie set.

Johnny ignores her jab, focusing on the next group approaching.

Johnny Suave: And now, Colleen, feast your eyes on the American Heartland coalition. PCW Champion Charlie Blackwell, the ‘Prairie Populist’ William Daniels Bryan, and newcomer Dave Paul, surrounded by their loyal supporters.

Colleen leans forward, her interest piqued despite herself.

Colleen Crowder: I have to admit, there’s something compelling about their everyman appeal. It’s almost as if they’ve tapped into a vein of authenticity that’s been sorely lacking in this circus.

Johnny Suave: It’s certainly missing within the Progressive Alliance. 

Colleen Crowder: Johnny, that’s misinformation and I won’t stand for it.  Did you not hear Gavin Newsom advocating to Joe Biden about misinformation about the LA fires?

Johnny Suave: What… that a reservoir wasn’t filled up during a record rainfall year or brush that should have been cleared out before a fire took place wasn’t cleared out and provided more fuel for the wildfire or that the LA Fire Department budget was slashed last year? 

Colleen Crowder: Yes.  The LA mayor has called for unity at this time of crisis and for everyone to come together and that’s what we should do.

Johnny Suave: I’m sure holding hands and singing kumbaya will rebuild all the buildings that have been burnt down. Next, the mayor will suggest we all hug it out with criminals and crime will then go down. Brilliant idea, truly.

The camera pans to the Progressive Alliance box, revealing a scene that’s more ghost town than grand gathering. Johnny Suave’s voice drops an octave, his usual enthusiasm dampened.

Johnny Suave: There’s more tumbleweeds than attendees in that desolate wasteland of a box. Even my silky smooth voice can’t lift the lifelessness in the air. Looks like the Progressive Alliance party is a little lacking in popularity tonight.

Colleen Crowder: I think you’re exaggerating it just a little.

Johnny Suave: I’ve witnessed a bigger turnout at a vegan cooking class in remote Texas.

The camera zooms in on Charles Robinson-Richards, Esq., his polished exterior at odds with the glum expression on his face. He’s surrounded by a handful of Hollywood stars, their designer outfits a stark contrast to the empty seats around them.

Johnny clears his throat.

Johnny Suave: That’s Charles Robinson-Richards, leader of the Progressive Alliance, looking about as happy as a cat in a dog show.

The scene shifts abruptly, and Johnny’s voice rises with renewed energy.

Johnny Suave: Meanwhile in the American Patriots’ box…

The camera pans across a sea of animated faces. RFK Jr. is engaged in an intense discussion with Tulsi Gabbard, while Elon Musk tinkers with what appears to be a miniature rocket.

Johnny Suave: …it’s absolutely buzzing!

Colleen Crowder: Johnny, their guy is about to become CEO of PCW.  There’s nothing more than…

Colleen’s eyes narrow as she spots a familiar face.

Colleen Crowder: …what the hell?  Is that… Lindy Li? What’s she doing there?”

Johnny nods, his voice tinged with excitement.

Johnny Suave: That’s right, Colleen. Looks like the American Patriots have a new finance guru.

Colleen’s face darkens.

Colleen Crowder; Unbelievable. She was supposed to be one of us. The voice of reason in a sea of populist madness. And now look at her, rubbing elbows with… with…

Johnny Suave: With people who actually show up and don’t call her the c-word and other over-the-top epithets because she had the nerve to question how the Progressive Alliance handled their money in the Kamala Harris campaign.

Johnny earns a death glare from Colleen.

The camera settles on Steve ‘The Elk’ Elkins… the leader of the American Patriots… holding court in the center of the box. He’s gesticulating wildly, his booming laughter carrying even over the crowd noise.

Johnny leans back, a smirk playing on his lips.

Johnny Suave: Say what you will about the American Patriots, but they know how to throw a party. It’s like a political rock concert over there.

Colleen’s jaw tightens and she bites back a response.

Johnny Suave: Oh hey look.  CNN’s here!

The camera cuts to the CNN box.  There’s just one person in there.

Johnny Suave: Oh wait!  That’s Zachary Young.  He’s the guy who just won a five-million-dollar defamation lawsuit against CNN. 

Colleen Crowder: It’s a sad commentary when the media is under attack.

Johnny Suave: It’s a sadder commentary when the media can’t even handle a little criticism without crying foul… especially when they run hit pieces against people on the flimsiest of pretexts.

The arena lights dim, and a hush falls over the crowd. Suddenly, Victoria McGill emerges from behind the curtain, her statuesque figure commanding attention as she strides towards the ring.

Johnny Suave’s voice crackles with excitement.

Johnny Suave: Here comes the boss lady herself, Tori McGill! And boy, does she look ready for business!

Kimber Marshall also walks down to ringside.

Victoria’s eyes blaze with determination as she climbs the steel steps, her mind racing. This is it. The moment of truth. She can’t help but feel a mix of anticipation and dread.

As she enters the ring, Kimber’s voice booms through the arena.

Kimber Marshall: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the owner of PCW, Victoria McGill!

The crowd erupts in a mix of cheers and boos. Victoria grabs the microphone, her voice steady despite her inner turmoil.

Victoria McGill: PCW Universe, are you ready for a change?

Before the audience can fully react, the opening notes of the Imperial Death March thunder through the arena. The crowd goes wild, chanting “Trump! Trump! Trump!” in perfect rhythm with the music.

Colleen Crowder’s voice drips with sarcasm.

Colleen Crowder: Oh joy, here comes the orange messiah himself.

Johnny ignores her, his voice rising with the crowd’s energy.

Johnny Suave: Love him or hate him, you can’t deny the electricity in this place right now!

Donald Trump emerges, his signature red tie flapping as he marches towards the ring.

As Trump enters the ring, he and Victoria lock eyes. Suddenly, the lights flicker and die. A sinister laugh echoes through the darkness.

Johnny’s voice drops to a whisper.

Johnny Suave: And here comes the Supreme Dark Overlord of PCW, Joe Biden.

The Supreme Dark Overlord of PCW Joe Biden

Jill Biden appears beside him, guiding him down the ramp. As they near the ring, Biden trips. His sunglasses slip, revealing glowing yellow eyes. Before anyone can react, bolts of blue lightning shoot from his eyes and incinerates a hot dog vendor in the front row.

The crowd screams in horror and delight as the vendor’s reduced to ashes on the steps.

Johnny’s voice cracks with disbelief.

Johnny Suave: Ladies and gentlemen, I… I don’t even know what to say. The Supreme Dark Overlord just barbecued a hot dog guy!

The ring is bathed in an eerie glow as Victoria McGill, Donald Trump, and the Bidens face off. The tension is palpable, electric.

Trump steps forward, his face a mask of determination. Biden’s lips curl into a sneer. Victoria clears her throat, her voice cutting through the tension.

Victoria McGill: Gentlemen, shall we proceed?

As she speaks, J.D. Vance climbs into the ring, carrying a golden briefcase.

Johnny Suave: Folks, we’re witnessing history in the making. The transfer of power from one CEO to another.

Trump reaches for the briefcase, but Biden’s hand shoots out, gripping Trump’s wrist. For a moment, it seems like another lightning strike might be imminent.

Suddenly, Biden releases Trump and steps back.

Joe Biden: It’s yours.

As Trump opens the briefcase, he sees the CEO contract inside. 

Johnny Suave: He’s done it! Donald Trump is officially the new CEO of PCW!

Colleen Crowder: God help us all.

Victoria watches as Trump signs the contract with a flourish, J.D. Vance beaming at his side. She can’t help but wonder what this new era will bring to PCW.

Johnny Suave: Back with more after these messages.

***

PCW Pulp Fiction Video The camera pans across a dimly lit parking lot outside the arena, settling on Paul Finebaum’s haggard face. His eyes are wide with disbelief, hands trembling as he clutches a crumpled newspaper. The headline screams: “Ohio State 34, Notre Dame 23, The Buckeyes claim National Title!”

Paul mutters to himself, his voice cracking.

Paul Finebaum: This can’t be happening. It’s a nightmare. The SEC… we’re unstoppable. We’re…

He trails off, sinking to his knees on the cold asphalt. The sound of distant cheers from inside the arena makes him wince.

Paul Finebaum: How?

Paul’s mind races with images of Alabama and Ole Miss not even making the playoffs… Tennessee’s humiliation at the hands of Ohio State… Georgia going down to Notre Dame.  Ohio State eliminating Texas in the semi-finals. Each memory is a dagger to his SEC-loving heart. Even worse, Ohio State and Penn State both made the final four!

Paul’s head snaps up, eyes narrowing.

Paul Finebaum: Two Big Ten teams in the final four? What’s happening to the natural order of things?

He stumbles to his feet, wobbling like a punch-drunk wrestler.

Paul Finebaum: We were supposed to be invincible. 

His voice is a mix of anger and despair.

Paul Finebaum: The SEC was built for this. We live and breathe college football.  Dammit, in the SEC… it just means more!  How could the Big Ten, of all conferences, outshine us?

Paul’s fists clench as he stares at the arena’s bright lights. The camera zooms in on Paul Finebaum’s trembling hands as he clutches his SEC-branded microphone. His eyes, wide with disbelief, dart around the empty parking lot outside the arena.

Paul Finebaum: It’s… it’s impossible,” he mutters, his voice cracking. “The SEC… we’re supposed to be invincible.  The Big Ten is better than the SEC?

Finebaum stumbles forward, his normally impeccable suit now disheveled. He catches a glimpse of his reflection in a nearby car window and barely recognizes himself.

Paul Finebaum: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself.

As he walks away from the arena, each step feels heavier than the last. The weight of the SEC’s failure presses down on his shoulders.

Paul Finebaum: I need to find answers. This isn’t over. The SEC will rise again. We’ll be back.

With that, Finebaum disappears into the night, leaving behind only the faint echo of his final words and the lingering scent of defeat.

***

COMMERCIAL The camera pans across a warehouse filled with racks of identical hooded sweatshirts and basketball shorts. John Fetterman, towering at 6’8″ and sporting his signature bald head and goatee, stands center frame in a black hoodie and cargo shorts.

Fetterman grins at the camera.

John Fetterman: Most men think it makes more sense to rent a tuxedo than to buy one for formal occasions… but not me.

He gestures expansively at the sea of casual wear behind him.

John Fetterman: Welcome to John Fetterman’s Wearhouse, where comfort meets class.

He grabs a measuring tape and approaches a customer,.

John Fetterman: Everyone needs a good hoodie. Or ten.

As he measures, Fetterman continues his pitch.

John Fetterman: You can wear these clothes over and over again. They’re durable, versatile, and most importantly- comfortable.

Main Street USA’s Farmer John Deer walks in, looking bewildered.

John Deer: What in tarnation is going on here?

Fetterman’s eyes light up.

John Fetterman: Perfect timing! Let’s get you fitted.

He bustles over to John, measuring tape at the ready. John looks around, confused but too polite to object as Fetterman measures John’s inseam.

John Fetterman: Now, these outfits are 100% fitted to you perfectly and cost little in these inflationary times.

John nods slowly, still unsure.

John Deer: Well, I reckon that’s important. Times are tough on the farm.

Fetterman beams, handing John a set of shorts and a hoodie.

John Fetterman: Try these on. You’ll feel like you’re wearing a cloud.

As John hesitantly takes the clothes to a changing room, Stone shakes his head.

Stone Chism: This is ridiculous. You can’t seriously think people will buy this gimmick?

Fetterman just smiles.

John Fetterman: In politics and fashion, my friend, never underestimate the power of comfort.

The changing room curtain swishes open, revealing John Deer decked out in Fetterman’s signature hoodie and shorts combo. He steps out, tugging at the unfamiliar attire, a mix of confusion and unexpected comfort on his face, rotating his shoulders.

John Deer:  Well, I’ll be. It’s like wearing a field of cotton.

Fetterman beams, clapping John on the back.

John Fetterman: See? Comfort meets practicality!

A stream of satisfied customers flows past, all sporting various shades of hoodies and shorts. They high-five Fetterman as they exit, grinning from ear to ear.

John Fetterman: The best thing about it is you know exactly who wore it last.”

John’s eyebrows shoot up.

John Deer: Come again?

But before Fetterman can elaborate, a booming voice cuts through the air. It’s Johnny Suave, PCW’s play-by-play announcer, suddenly appearing in frame.

Johnny Suave: John Fetterman’s Wearhouse! Where comfort meets… whatever this is!

John Deer stands in the middle of the store, still tugging at his new outfit, muttering to himself…

John Deer: Well, I reckon it beats overalls in August…

Fetterman turns to the camera, his grin wide and slightly manic.

John Fetterman: I guarantee you’re going to like the way you look.

As the commercial fades to black…

John Fetterman: Or at least, you’ll be too comfortable to care!

***

MAIN EVENT-PCW TITLE MATCH: Charlie Blackwell (American Heartland) © vs. ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels The scene abruptly cuts to the announce table, where Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder sit poised for action.

Johnny Suave: Welcome back, folks! It’s time for our main event!

Colleen adjusts her glasses, a hint of disdain in her voice.

Colleen Crowder: Let’s see if the ‘Hollywood elite’ can score a win for us tonight and rescue something out of the 2024 debacle.

The arena erupts as “Mr. Hollywood” Kevin Daniels struts down the entrance ramp, flanked by the Skanky Rich Bimbos, Paris and Nicole. Taylor Switt saunters behind them, cradling a suspiciously bulky guitar.

Johnny Suave: And here comes the challenger.  Look at this entourage, more silicone than a computer factory!

Colleen rolls her eyes.

Colleen Crowder: At least they have star power, unlike the Heartland ‘down-home’ talent around here.

As Daniels preens for the crowd, he can’t help but smirk. These rubes don’t know real talent when they see it. I’ll show them what a true champion looks like.

Taylor Switt strums her guitar, sending a puff of white powder into the air. The crowd goes wild, not realizing the sinister implications of the ‘special effects.’

Johnny Suave: As usual, Taylor Switt has her loaded guitar with her.

Colleen shrugs.

Colleen Crowder: It’s all part of the show, Johnny. Don’t be such a square.

The scene fades out as Daniels climbs into the ring, ready to face his opponent in what promises to be a politically charged battle for the PCW title.

The arena suddenly darkens, and a thunderous roar erupts as Carrie Underwood’s acapella version of “America the Beautiful” blares through the speakers.

Charlie Blackwell emerges, the PCW title belt held high above his head, its golden shine catching the spotlight.

Johnny Suave: And here comes the PCW champion!

Colleen scoffs. 

Colleen Crowder: If you can call him that. More like a relic of a bygone era.

Blackwell marches down the ramp, his steely gaze fixed on the ring. These coastal elites think they can waltz in and take what’s mine? Not on my watch.

Ring announcer Kimber Marshall’s voice echoes through the arena.

Kimber Marshall: Introducing first, representing the Progressive Alliance, from New York City, New York, standing at 6 feet tall and weighing 200 pounds… ‘Mr. Hollywood’ Kevin Daniels!

The crowd’s reaction is mixed, with cheers and boos battling for dominance.

Kimber Marshall: And his opponent, representing the American Heartland Coalition, from New Braunfels, Texas, standing at 6 feet 4 inches and weighing 215 pounds… he is the reigning PCW Champion… Charlie Blackwell!

As Blackwell enters the ring, Suave comments,

Johnny Suave: This is a clash of ideologies if I’ve ever seen one, folks!

Colleen Crowder: More like the future versus the past.

The bell rings, and Daniels immediately dives for Blackwell’s legs, taking him down.

Johnny Suave: Daniels with a quick takedown!

Colleen chimes in.

Colleen Crowder: See? That’s how progressive thinking works for you!

Daniels twists Blackwell’s arm, applying pressure to the joint. Blackwell grits his teeth. Suddenly, Blackwell drives his knee into Daniels’ groin, eliciting a collective gasp from the crowd.

Johnny Suave: Oh! Low blow from Blackwell!

Colleen Crowder: Typical dirty tactic from the so-called champion.

Johnny Suave: It’s PCW… the rules tend to be more like suggestions.

Blackwell shoves Daniels into the corner and charges, connecting with a high elbow. He goes for the cover…

“One… Two…” The referee counts, but Daniels kicks out.

Johnny Suave: Daniels showing some resilience there.

Colleen nods. 

Colleen Crowder: Of course. You can’t keep a good progressive down.

Daniels, dazed but determined, climbs to the top rope. He’s going for broke.

Johnny Suave: What’s this? Daniels is taking a big risk here!

Daniels launches into a moonsault, but Blackwell is ready. He catches Daniels mid-air with a devastating superkick.

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP!  Superkick out of nowhere!

Colleen gasps.

Colleen Crowder: Nooooo!

Daniels staggers, barely conscious, and tumbles out of the ring. Blackwell, sensing victory, prepares to dive after him.

Johnny Suave: Blackwell’s going for a dive!

But before he can launch, Paris and Nicole position themselves in front of Daniels, blocking Blackwell’s path.

Johnny Suave: The Skanky Rich Bimbos are interfering!

Colleen Crowder: They’re just putting their bodies on the line to protect their investment, Johnny. It’s called strategy.

As the crowd roars its disapproval, Blackwell glares at the interfering entourage. This ain’t over yet, Hollywood. Not by a long shot.

Daniels, seizing the moment of distraction, slides back into the ring and catches Blackwell off-guard with a vicious forearm shot to the back of the head. The PCW champion staggers, his vision blurring.

Johnny Suave: Cheap shot from Daniels!

Colleen Crowder: It’s called seizing an opportunity, Johnny. Maybe if Blackwell wasn’t so busy ogling those ladies…

Daniels, a smirk playing on his lips, grabs Blackwell and executes a textbook release suplex. The champion’s body arcs through the air before crashing to the mat.

Johnny Suave: Textbook suplex from Mr. Hollywood!

Daniels, relentless in his assault, grabs Blackwell’s hand and starts stomping on it mercilessly.

Colleen Crowder: Look at that! Daniels is targeting the champion’s hand. That’s strategy, folks!”

Blackwell grits his teeth, fighting back a cry of pain.  But before he can retaliate, Daniels rolls him back into the ring and applies a brutal armbar, dropping his knee onto Blackwell’s elbow.

Johnny Suave: Oh! Vicious armbar by Daniels!

Blackwell, his face contorted in agony, tries to fight back, but Daniels shuts him down with a swift kick to the chest.

Kevin Daniels: Stay down, you backwater hick!

Colleen barely contains her glee.

Colleen Crowder: Did you hear that, Johnny? Daniels is really giving it to him!

Daniels, not content with his advantage, ties Blackwell in the ropes and starts kicking away at him like a soccer ball.

As the crowd boos, Blackwell’s eyes narrow. With a burst of strength, Blackwell breaks free from the ropes. Daniels, surprised by the sudden reversal, hesitates for a split second – and that’s all Blackwell needs. He lunges forward, taking Daniels down with a thunderous tackle.

Johnny Suave: Blackwell’s free! And he’s not happy!

The tide of the match has turned, and the real fight is about to begin.

Blackwell, his eyes blazing with Texas-sized fury, catches Daniels off-guard with a devastating superkick. The sound of boot meeting jaw echoes through the arena.

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP! SUPERKICK! “Blackwell’s fighting back with everything he’s got!

Not wasting a moment, Blackwell hoists Daniels onto his shoulders. The crowd rises to its feet, sensing what’s coming. With a grunt, Blackwell executes a flawless Canadian Destroyer, flipping Daniels head over heels onto the mat.

Johnny Suave: CANADIAN DESTROYER! 

Blackwell goes for the cover, but the Skanky Rich Bimbos leap onto the apron, distracting the referee.

Johnny Suave: And the Skanky Rich Bimbos have the referee’s attention.  Look at this blatant interference.

Colleen Crowder: Behind every great man there’s at least one woman… sometimes two.

Daniels, seizing the opportunity, pokes Blackwell in the eyes and shoves him towards the corner where Taylor Switt waits, guitar at the ready.

Johnny Suave: TAYLOR SWITT!

Switt swings her loaded guitar, aiming for Blackwell’s head. But in a twist of fate, she connects with Daniels instead. The resounding *BOOM* is followed by a cloud of white powder.

Johnny Suave: HOLY CRAP! Taylor Switt just took out her own guy!

Colleen Crowder: I don’t *BLEEP*-ing believe it.

Daniels drops to the mat, dazed and covered in white powder.

Johnny Suave:  Blackwell, seeing his chance, pounces.  He’s saying this ends now.

He locks in the Katahajime, his signature submission hold.

Johnny Suave: KATAHAJIME! 

Daniels, still reeling from the guitar shot, taps out almost immediately.

Johnny Suave: And Charlie Blackwell retains!”

The bell rings.

Colleen, visibly deflated, sighs.

Colleen Crowder: Well, folks, it looks like the American Heartland Coalition keeps the gold tonight… sigh.   Johnny, your thoughts on this… controversial finish?

Johnny Suave: Taylor Switt tried to take out Charlie Blackwell and instead took out her own man.  Karma’s a bitch sometimes. 

Colleen sighs.

The camera pans back to the announce table, where Johnny Suave and Colleen Crowder sit, their faces a mixture of shock and excitement.

Johnny Suave: Charlie Blackwell retains the PCW Championship in a match that can only be described as absolute chaos!

Blackwell climbs the turnbuckles and raises the PCW title belt as the rest of the American Heartland Coalition join him.

[lawlessfm]

Hiii! Are there any older FCs you'd like to see? Especially poc >:3

Omg,   there certainly are,   beloved!    Some older muse suggestions,   specifically FCOCs would be: Gabriel Luna,    Angela Bassett,    Shelley Conn,    Lily Gladstone,    Antonio Banderas,    Gabrielle Union,     Arjun Rampal,     Sandra Oh,     Kerry Washington,    Okamoto Tao,    John Cho,    Thandiwe Newton,    Angelica Ross,    Hyun Bin,     Nurgül Yeşilçay,    Danny Pino,     Yamashita Tomohisa,     Catherine Zeta-Jones,     Jesse Williams,    Giancarlo Esposito,    Shu Qi,     Benicio Del Toro,    Hiroshi Abe,     Jamie Chung,    Charles Michael Davis,   Gil Birmingham,     Jamie Foxx, Carlos Miranda, Taye Diggs,    Shannon Thornton,   Emilio Rivera, Jay Hayden,   Utkarsh Ambudkar,   Jessica Parker Kennedy,      Alex Meraz,    Winston Duke, Amber Rose Revah, Steven Yeun,    Javier Bardem,    Eva Mendes,     Lee Dong-wook,     Michael B. Jordan, Sonequa Martin Green,    Common, Shah Rukh Khan,    Takumi Saito,    Yutaka Takenouchi,     Danai Gurira,     Halle Berry,      Laurence Fishburne,     Viola Davis,     Shemar Moore,     or  Osamu Mukai!    I hope some of these catch your eye,   angel!   

[thronesfm]

fcs suggestions for dorne and iron islands?

dorne :  adjoa  andoh  ,  aishwarya  rai  bachchan  ,  aiysha  hart  ,  amita  suman  ,  anna  shaffer  ,  anya  chalotra  ,  archie  renaux  ,  beren  saat  ,  beste  kokdemir  ,  burcu  ozberk  ,  charithra  chandran  ,  cynthia  addai-robinson  ,  deepika  padukone  ,  demet  ozdemir  ,  dev  patel  ,  dilraba  dilmurat  ,  ebonee  noel  ,  dylan  wang  ,  golda  rosheuvel  ,  hulya  avsar  ,  isabela  merced  ,  ishbel  bautista  ,  jacob  anderson  ,  ni  ni  ,  kiana  madeira  ,  li  yitong  ,  maddison  jaizani  ,  madeleine  madden  ,  marcus  griffith  ,  mckell  david  ,  medalion  rahimi  ,  nazanin  boniadi  ,  nur  fettahoglu  ,  oscar  isaac  ,  pedro  pascal  ,  santiago  cabrera  ,  sean  teale  ,  sebastian  de  souza  ,  sevda  erginci  ,  sonoya  mizuno  ,  shelley  conn  ,  thalissa  teixeira  ,  tuba  buyukustun  ,  Vanessa  Morgan  ,  wang  haoxuan  ,  woo  dohwan  ,  wilson  nbomio  ,  xiao  zhan  ,  xuan  lu  ,  yu  bin  ,  zhang  chenxiao  ,  zoe  robins  .  

iron islands : amy  wren  ,  alexander  drayman  ,  alexandra  dowling  ,  alexandra  moen  ,  amber  midthunder  ,  amelia  clarkson  ,  amita  suman  ,  arias  fedaravicius  ,  archie  renaux  ,  charlie  murphy  ,  jessica  chastain  ,  emily  cox  ,  emma  d'arcy  ,  eve  best  ,  ewan  mitchell  ,  fabien  frankel  ,  liu  yifei  ,  harry  treadaway  ,  luke  arnold  ,  harris  dickinson  ,  hayden  christensen  ,  hera  hilmar  ,  heida  reed  ,  jacob  collins  levy  ,  jack  davenport  ,  jack  wolfe  ,  jamie  alexander  ,  jessica  barden  ,  joanna  macgibbon  ,  kiana  madeira  ,  kit  young  ,  kuang  tian  ,  leo  suter  ,  mahesh  jadu  ,  oscar  isaac  ,  reece  ritchie  ,  sofia  boutella  ,  taika  waititi  ,  theo  nate  ,  tony  leung  ,  tony  revolori  ,  dianne  doan  ,  hakeem  kae  kazeem  .

[arte-e-homoerotismo]

Longa Jornada Noite Adentro (filme de 1962)

Long Day's Journey into Night é um filme de drama estadunidense de 1962 dirigido por Sidney Lumet , adaptado da peça homônima de Eugene O'Neill, vencedora do prêmio Pulitzer . É estrelado por Katharine Hepburn , Ralph Richardson , Jason Robards e Dean Stockwell . A história aborda temas de vício e a disfunção resultante da família nuclear , e é extraída das próprias experiências de O'Neill. Foi filmado no Chelsea Studios em Nova York , com exteriores filmados em City Island .

O filme ganhou os prêmios de Melhor Ator (para Richardson) e Melhor Atriz (para Hepburn) no Festival de Cinema de Cannes e foi nomeado pelo National Board of Review como um dos Dez Melhores Filmes de 1962. A atuação de Hepburn lhe rendeu uma indicação ao Oscar e ao Globo de Ouro de Melhor Atriz.

A peça de O'Neill foi adaptada para o cinema novamente em 1996 , dirigida por David Wellington .

Trama

O filme é uma tradução direta da peça teatral de O'Neill, sem grandes cortes ou alterações no material de origem.

Long Day's Journey into Night

Long Day's Journey Into Night é uma peça teatral de 1956,[1] um drama em quatro atos do dramaturgoamericanoEugene O'Neill. A obra é considerada por muitos sua obra-prima, e O'Neill recebeu postumamente, em 1957, o Prêmio Pulitzer por ela.

Resumo

A acção decorre num único dia desde cerca as 08:30 da manhã até à meia-noite, em agosto de 1912, em casa dos Tyrone, à beira-mar no Connecticut, o que corresponde a representações semi-autobiográficas do próprio O'Neill, do seu irmão mais velho e dos seus pais na casa da família, a villa Monte Cristo.

Parte das preocupações da peça tem a ver com as consequências pessoais e familiares do vício do consumo de substâncias e a resultante disfuncionalidade da família. Na peça os personagens escondem, culpam, mostram-se ressentidos, lamentam, acusam e negam, num ciclo de conflitos em escalada com ocasionais tentativas desesperadas e sinceras de afeto, encorajamento e consolo.

Personagens

James "Jamie", Jr. – 33 anos de idade, é o filho mais velho. Tem queda de cabelo, um nariz aquilino e mostra sinais de envelhecimento prematura. Tem uma expressão habitual de cinismo. Parece-se com o seu pai. "Nas raras ocasiões em que sorri sem zombar, a sua personalidade possui o remanescente de um encanto irlandês bem humorado, romântico e irresponsável – a sedutora imprudência, com um laivo da poética sentimental". Ele é atraente para as mulheres e popular entre os homens. É um ator como o pai, mas tem dificuldade em encontrar trabalho devido à reputação de ser um alcoólatra, irresponsável e mulherengo. Discute muito com o pai sobre isto.

Conteúdo autobiográfico

Em aspectos fundamentais, a peça segue estreitamente a vida do próprio Eugene O'Neill. O local, uma casa de verão em Connecticut, corresponde à casa da família, Monte Cristo Cottage, em New London, a pequena cidade da peça, no estado do Connecticut, e na vida real a casa ainda tem hoje a composição que aparece descrita na peça.

A família corresponde à família O'Neill, que era irlando-americana, com três mudanças de nome: o nome da família "O'Neill" é alterada para "Tyrone," o nome do condado concedido a Conn O'Neill por Henrique VIII; os nomes do segundo e terceiro filhos, "Eugene" e "Edmund", são invertidos; na vida real, Eugene era o terceiro (mais novo) filho, que corresponde na peça à personagem "Edmund"; e a mãe de O'Neill, que na vida real era Mary Ellen "Ella" Quinlan, é apelidada de Mary Cavan. As idades são iguais às da família O'Neill em Agosto de 1912.

Na vida real, o pai de Eugene O'Neill, James O'Neill, foi um promisssor jovem actor na sua juventude, tal como é o pai da peça, que contracenou com Edwin Booth, que é mencionado na peça. Atingiu sucesso comercial no papel principal da adaptação teatral de O Conde de Monte Cristo de Alexandre Dumas. Desempenhando o papel cerca de 6,000 vezes, foi criticado por ter preterido o mérito artístico em favor do sucesso comercial.

A mãe de Eugene O'Neill, Mary, estudou numa escola católica, Saint Mary's College, da cidade de Notre Dame, no estado de Indiana. Subsequente à data em que a acção da peça decorre (1912), mas antes da sua escrita (1941–42), o irmão mais velho de O'Neill, Jamie, morreu devido ao vício de bebidas alcoólicas (c. 1923).

Quanto ao próprio Eugene O'Neill, em 1912 já tinha estudado numa universidade famosa (Princeton), passado vários anos no mar, sofrido de depressão e alcoolismo e ter colaborado no jornal local, o New London Telegraph, escrevendo poesia, bem como fazendo reportagem. Ele passou por um sanatório em 1912-13 por sofrer de tuberculose, quando se dedicava à dramaturgia. Os eventos na peça são, portanto, colocados imediatamente antes de O'Neill ter começado a sua carreira de dramaturgo a sério.

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Grease (1978) Randal Kleiser

April 26th 2022

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And we see, narratively, that James “pays his debts” because just chancing upon Beard turned him homicidal. The man kept him from his son, gave him at least one hard knock against that door, and took control of the situation.

Jamie tried to keep his dad away, gave him that solid punch to the face, and refused to do what his dad wanted. (Took control away from him). James has even more motivation to hurt his son because the Getting Away point of escaping abuse is when abusers are most angry. And thus most dangerous.

I have a written breakdown of the fight under the cut. But for this part here it only matters that James was knocked unconscious in an alleyway during Beard After Hours.

Because I’m American, I’m familiar with the most common way criminals end up in rehab; mandatorily by court order. So I went to look up if there was a similar option in Britain. Looks like there have been pushes to create rehab wings in prisons. Links are below.

What this means in this context is that James could have been picked up for drunkenness and evidence of fighting. Maybe they think he and Denbo fought each other? Maybe it’s just disorderly conduct. Maybe he had warrants out already.

But we don’t have to even charitably think this was his self-motivated wake-up-call. He could be court-ordered to get treatment or be in treatment within a prison program.

Both of which would prevent him communicating with Jamie until later. And his adult son wouldn’t be contacted about prison so unless Denbo and/or Bug had wanted to try, Jamie would only know if he randomly tried to check prisons and medical facilities. Which I do not believe he would.

Fight breakdown and prison rehab links under the cut:

Beard yells at imaginary Theirry Henry to shut up.

James punches him in the face.

James and Denbo low five.

Beard tries to punch James in the face but he dodges Beard and chuckles.

Denbo punches Beard in the gut while yelling “Huh, mate?”

Beard’s key falls out of his pants.

(“Punch him again” is shown on subtitles but isn’t audible so whom knows who ‘said’ it).

“Prick!” is shouted while only seeing the backs of James, Denbo, and Bug. Sounds like James though.

Beard struggles to get to his feet and James yells “You’re nothing!”

Beard stays low and drives his shoulder into James’ torso while wordlessly screaming.

They struggle a bit and James holds on so he, Denbo and then Bug can punch along his shoulders and back a few times each.

They drop him to the ground.

He is kicked in the gut by Bug from one direction and James in the other direction.

Denbo punches him as he tries to push off the ground with his arms.

James punches him right after while screaming “Gotcha”.

James punches him again while he’s prone and yells “Stay down!”

The three aggressors are panting a bit and when Beard moves his hands under him James says “Oh shit”.

Beard is almost upright and James stumbles back a step saying “Oh shit” again. A metal pipe is visible on the ground behind him.

Through his breathlessness, James says “I told you to stay-”

And Beard interrupts to slur out “Fellas! …How about we call this a draw?”

Then he turns to sucker punch Bug in the kisser.

Denbo hollers, comes at him from the side and hooks one arm around Beard’s right bicep.

Beard yells “Whoa” as Denbo pulls that arm up and then hooks his other arm around Beard’s left. He pulls it up too and keeps them locked that way from behind his back.

James sees the pipe, grabs it, and stalks closer.

James “You had to push it, didn’t ya?”

Beard closes his eyes and nods his head yes.

James raises the pipe and adds “Say goodnight, son.”

He is sucker punched in the back by Darren. James goes down and the pipe clatters.

In his shock, Denbo loosens his hold on Beard, who rolls out of the lock down and to the side.

Denbo stares at Darren and then puts his fists back up and does two jabs with his left that don’t connect. He swings wide with his right and Darren dodges that too and brings his left fist into a swinging punch that connects and drops Denbo.

Bug bends down to check Denbo, sees Darren staring at him, and skitters away.

i guess the charitable view is that the James Sr. doesn't contact Jamie after Man City because Wembley was his wake up call and he realized he needed to make personal changes before interacting with his son again. however one also must consider that not contacting Jamie was an intentional choice James made to maintain power over him. And regardless of where James' real intentions land on that sliding scale, it has to have caused pretty major anxiety for Jamie and like, a constant underlying fear that the other shoe will eventually drop. We don't see the effects of it until Mom City, after things have gotten really bad (under the added pressure of specific external factors), but those feelings didn't just materialize out of nowhere. i have to imagine Jamie's been carrying them with him to some degree for the better part of a year. wondering if his dad is suddenly going to reappear and make good on you can have that for free. wondering if he's never going to see his dad again at all. not knowing which is worse, really. And I think there's a version of James that relishes in knowing he can have that kind of a hold over his son even when he isn't there, even when they haven't spoken in a year. i'm sick.

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