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bogleech · 3 years ago

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I’ve been watching so many cartoons for free, good ones and bad ones, that here’s a status update on the ones I know some of you (frequently for the right reasons) wouldn’t even watch if they paid you: Family Guy: now owned by Disney, and it’s obvious they were given strict new rules about what they could and couldn’t joke about, Quagmire isn’t even a sex weirdo anymore and some episodes border on somehow kid-friendly with a smattering of kinda funny inoffensive jokes, but it’s still overall poor quality and the best thing you can say is that it stopped being as cruel to Meg. Some episodes are probably the worst ideas they’ve ever had and for “some reason” the Disney buyout did not change the frequency or nature of its scattered Jewish jokes.

South Park: many episodes are the terrible takes and bland running gags you remember, and even when they aren’t that bad on paper, the jokes just don’t land for me. Oftentimes the whole joke is that someone, usually Randy, is dramatically overreacting to something trivial. I will say that after they were criticized for preaching apathetic, lazy centrism to their fans, they’ve increasingly taken blunt sides in controversial topics and almost gone overboard to leave no ambiguity. I had to cut out a detailed example here because a few people skimmed it and thought I was literally saying South Park is good now, which it isn’t.

Rick and Morty: I haven’t watched the new one but I know a lot of people stopped years ago or never even started, though it can have earnestly creative science fiction scenarios and a lot of funny bits that are unfortunately never the ones that go viral. Almost any joke that isn’t tryhard mean tends to be at least okay. For the last season or so, Rick has still been a generally unfunny asshole, but he has generated more entertainment by suffering more satisfying consequences and humiliation for his selfish personality. Morty by this point is even written completely aware that his grandpa sucks and uses everybody and gets the last laugh over Rick in a lot of stories. Overall it’s still trying to be edgier and more cynical than I think anyone really likes these days, and just has really stark ups and downs.

Teen Titans Go: this isn’t one of the shows people blast as cruel or offensive or anything but a lot of people older than its main viewership really really resent it. This is a shame because some of it is still funny regardless of your age or your ambivalence to superheroes (me) while sometimes they just do cute quirky things with their access to WB properties. One episode has them fighting Beetlejuice (though the gags are all lifted 1:1 from the original movie, which is kind of hit or miss) and more recently they did a crossover with Freakazoid. They also have this strange, more serious (but still deeply absurd) sci-fi AU setting with big budget art direction, which did so well in ratings that it’s getting its own spinoff.

American Dad: I made some posts about this ages ago but this series was bought by a different network, got different writers and drifted so far from its original “political family guy” angle that many episodes don’t even have edgy or nasty humor and are instead just obtuse, niche nonsense, as if the writers want to see how many viewers they can alienate. If you’re both bored and curious you can just read the episode summaries on wikipedia from about season 14 and up until you hit one that sounds like an algorithmic shitpost, like that one I think I showed a clip from once in which Santa Claus is excavating the corpse of the giant Humbaba from the Epic of Gilgamesh so he can receive Humbaba’s Seven Radiances. He believes this is how he can finally end his curse, which we call Christmas, and will then be free to do what he really wants, which is kill people.

I edited a bunch of this for clarity but I still don’t know how anybody thought I was actively promoting things like South Park, I think I’m pretty clear here that I just watch a mix of things I like and dislike?

#cartoons

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plus-size-reader · 3 years ago

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Curfew

Randy Meeks x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 3065 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader struggling when the curfew is put into place, but Randy has an idea that could make it a little better.

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You were bored.

Woodsboro wasn’t a super happening place to begin with but now that the curfew was in place, it was even worse.

There was nothing to do, and with the additional stress that these recent murders had put on everyone, you were about to blow. The boys could see it, Tatum and Sidney could see it, and most important, Randy could see it.

It was only a matter of time before you absolutely lost it.

Your parents were taking this whole thing extra hard and basically had you on complete lockdown outside of attending school. They couldn’t imagine going through what Casey and Steve’s parents were going through right now, and they were scared.

Which was fair enough.

Everyone was scared right now, but you didn’t understand how putting you under house arrest was going to keep you any safer than you would be anywhere else. Casey was killed at home, after all?

If anything, you would be much safer in a group setting than you would be locked up in your house alone. Still, your parents had made themselves very clear where this topic was concerned. You were absolutely forbidden from attending Stu’s party, or any other party until the curfew was lifted.

It just made everything that much worse.

Parties, especially Stu’s parties, were one of the only things you were looking forward to as of late. Knowing that you couldn’t go to them was really starting to wear on you, and you were understandably let down by the whole thing.

...but it wasn’t just that.

Getting together with a big group of people, your age and ready to party, was an escape for you. With so much uncertainty going on and everything falling apart at the seams, you needed that normalcy to feel human again.

Not that you could really complain about that to anyone who could actually do something about it.

You knew that there was a very real danger out there and the only way to really be safe would be to stay inside your home where no one could get you but you just felt like your folks were taking it a little too seriously.

If everyone else was going to be out anyway, what different was it going to make, really? If anything, it made you a bigger target because you were one of the only people stuck in your house while everybody else was together.

To you, the logic was sound but to them, it was little more than a pathetic excuse to get out of the town’s mandated curfew.

Which it kind of was, but you couldn’t help but feel like they were being unreasonable. You were a smart, responsible young woman and you weren’t going to take any stupid, unnecessary risks. You just wanted to maintain some level of normal life.

You were tired of being stuck at home like a rat in a cage, never allowed to go out and do anything. It was a stark contrast to how you normally were, with a thriving social life and active party presence.

It was almost as if you were dead too, not to be dramatic.

This was just hard on you, and they weren’t making it any easier. You had to rely on your friends, now more than ever, and they were basically cutting off any contact you had with them to lunch at school and quick phone conversations.

No one would have just taken that and been happy with it. Certainly not within your tight knit group of friends.

You sighed, fiddling with your pen as you tried to remember all the things you needed to get done when you got home. You knew well enough to know that if you didn’t write it down now, you would never remember it all.

With everything else on your mind, school seemed like the least of your worries.

You were so enthralled, in fact, tapping your pen away on the table that you didn’t even notice at first when Randy came up and sat down beside you, taking note of how unhappy you were about everything going on right now.

He couldn’t blame you.

The male at your side was perfectly aware of how excited you had been for the parties the recent nice weather was bound to bring, and equally as aware of how bummed you were that your parents had put a kibosh on the latest shindig before it even had a chance to begin.

“You okay?” he hummed, startling you just a bit when you looked up to see him already sitting at your side, but the racing in your chest calmed down just as quick. No one really knew who was responsible for all these terrible murders but you knew in your heart it wasn’t Randy.

You had known him all your life and even if he was a little strange, he was the sweetest guy in Woodsboro. He wasn’t some natural born killer or a sociopath on a killing spree.

“Honestly, if I have to think about this anymore, my brain might explode” you allowed, leaning slightly into his side to take some of the pressure off your aching, tight muscles as you kept focus on your schedule.

All this stress had to be bad for your body.

Tatum seemed to think so, at least, warning you that if you didn’t learn to decompress somehow you were going to go prematurely grey and get crows feet under your eyes. While you weren’t sure how much you trusted her endless cosmo knowledge, you certainly didn’t feel the greatest.

This was all just a lot for one person to juggle.

Randy could see that much.

He had been watching you all day, moping around that you wouldn’t be allowed to go to Stu’s party and worrying about a huge midterm you had to take for your english class that would physically make or break your grade.

You were spreading yourself way too thin. Luckily, he had an idea of just how he could help you feel a little bit better without breaking your parents' rules.

He just wasn’t so sure you’d go for it once you found out just what he had in mind.

“I was thinking, maybe you’d wanna come over to my place later? I have tonight off so we could watch a movie or something?” he offered, trying not to come across as painfully awkward as he felt. Randy was your friend, and usually could talk to you no problem but what he was proposing was different.

The two of you had never really hung out, just the two of you, before.

You nodded, not even looking up from your notebook as you scribbled something down in black ink, likely a reminder to do your calculus homework based on the way your brow knit together as you formed the letters.

You were preoccupied, too in your head to really consider what was going on but he certainly wasn’t.

Randy was aware of every little movement you made, from the way your nose scrunched up as you concentrated on making sure all the due dates and assignments were right on your calendar to the way your shoulder rested gently against his side.

“Who else did you invite? You know Tatum always complains about the movies you pick” you reminded, thinking over all the times the six of you had tried to watch movies together in the past. She got bored of psychological thrillers and grossed out at the gorey slashers.

She was much more of a Meg Ryan fan herself, constantly pulling for the cheesy romance flicks that made you want to ralph. You couldn’t put it past her to make Randy grab a couple of sappy videos too, just in case.

If she was going to be involved in movie night, you were sure you’d have to shoot down a few of those crappy comedies before you could watch anything worthwhile.

Randy sighed lightly, doing his best to keep you from noticing as he thought about what his next move was. Clearly, you’d missed the point of what he was asking entirely, not that he could blame you.

He had never really been good at asking out pretty girls, especially not ones he;d known since he was in elementary school, so this was new for him as well. He just sort of hoped that you would catch his drift early so he wouldn’t have to clarify out loud.

The last thing he wanted to do was put you on the spot and make you uncomfortable.

“Oh, I was actually hoping it could just be the two of us. I know it's no Stu Macher party but it could be fun” he shrugged, this time almost wishing a giant hole would open up from under him so that he didn’t have to have this conversation.

He wanted you to say yes, of course, more than anything but he just wasn’t sure if it was going to happen and if it wasn’t, he wanted to know early on.

At least then he could have some dignity in this whole thing.

You stopped writing for a second, letting the meaning of his words sink in as you sat there, your left leg bouncing up and down to try and keep up with the racing of your thoughts. It had been going nonstop since you sat down, but now, it was just resting against his.

Was Randy hitting on you?

Randy Meeks, your childhood best friend who had never once made a move on you aside from calling you pretty in your winter formal dress in middle school?

It didn't seem likely, but it was also hard to misinterpret his words. That was about as cut and dry as a date invite could be, and if it had been coming from anyone else, Tatum and Sid would have surely confirmed it for you if you asked.

Not that you could ask either of them right now.

“You wanna watch a movie tonight? Just you and me, at your house?” you clarified, setting your notebook down beside you without a second thought in favor of looking him in the eye.

He was uncertain for a second, trying to read any cues of how you were feeling about that from your own expression but found nothing there, so he nodded.

“Like a date?” you hummed, the words barely leaving your lips as you spoke them, feeling silly at having to clarify at all but you couldn’t help it. If he wasn’t meaning it in that way and you took it like that, you risked making an even bigger ass of yourself.

...but if he did, you needed to know that too.

There was a light blush on his freckled face as he considered his options before he nodded again, giving you all the information you needed. Randy was definitely hitting on you, now all you had to do was decide if you wanted to.

A movie could be fun.

You and Randy had watched a hundred movies together before, with you sometimes staying after hours at the video store while he closed to just see the ending of Frankenstein's bride that you loved so much.

Usually, there were more people there, Tatum and Stu at the very least, with Billy and Sid joining in when they saw fit, but it couldn’t be so different to just be the two of you.

You loved spending time with him, so doing so under the context of it being a date couldn’t possibly change that up so much. This was just Randy after all, it wasn’t like he was some guy you’d only just met or some creep Tatum thought it was okay to set you up with.

...and you were sure that your parents would agree to it.

Spending a few hours at Randy’s house was vastly different than going to some house party and out of all your friends, you knew that they trusted him the most. If he said you were there, they would believe him which would cut down on the third degree.

There really were no downsides.

Besides, if you were going to go out with any of your friends, it would be him, even if Billy or Stu did happen to be single. You and Randy just had a lot more in common and you knew that he would never put you in any danger.

You trusted him, and you liked him.

If he liked you too, it only made sense that you had a movie night together, just the two of you.

Getting your parents to agree to letting you spend a few hours at Randy’s house wasn’t as easy a sell as you thought it would be but by the time he came to pick you up, he managed to convince them that it would all be fine.

He wasn’t going to let anything happen to you, and in all honesty, they believed it.

Randy had never given them any reason not to trust him and at the end of the day, they came to the conclusion that you did have a little bit of a point. Knowing that you were somewhere with someone else made them feel a little bit better than if you were home alone.

It brought some amount of comfort to know that Randy would be there with you. Besides, your mother was just so thrilled that he’d finally asked you out on a date that you were sure she would have agreed to anything.

That was how you got here in the first place, walking down the familiar aisles of the video store with Randy as you searched for something to watch. Between the two of you, you had basically seen all the good horror films that they had available.

Not that knowing that was stopping either of you from picking up title after title, looking them over incredulously as you searched for the perfect thing.

Initially, Randy was just going to pick something up on the way to get you but decided that this would probably be more up your alley first. The video store was only open for a short time today due to the curfew but that was more than enough time for him to find exactly what he wanted.

After all, there wasn’t a title in the store that Randy didn’t know by heart. In fact, he had likely put them each right where they were, in each of their respective spots on the shelf. That was literally all he did all day when he did work.

“What about this one?” you suggested, holding up a pretty well loved copy of night of the living dead happily for his approval. It was a classic, one that you had each seen a dozen times, but because of that, it was quick to go into the basket.

Then, after scanning the few horror aisles one more time, Randy settled on what he always settled on and plucked a copy of Prom Night off the shelf.

At this point, you were sure he’d rented that specific video nineteen times by now but didn’t bother to point that out. You knew that it was one of his favorite movies of all time and if that was what he wanted to watch tonight, you weren’t going to argue.

All you really wanted to do was spend the night relaxing with your best friend, on what was technically also your first date. It was a little bit of pressure, more so than you were used to, but nothing that you couldn’t handle.

At the end of the day, you loved Randy and this was just something else you could do together.

“Alright, are you ready to go? I’ve got plenty of good snacks at the house for us to munch on too” he promised, fully aware of just how you liked your movie nights to go down. That was something else the two of you had in common.

You were very particular about your movies, especially horror movies.

It was something he could appreciate, along with your sense of humor and heart of gold. All in all, when Randy actually stopped to think about it, he wasn’t sure why he’d waited so long to ask you to do this in the first place.

This was going to be awesome.

Randy’s house was nice, of course, well put together every single time you had been there but you couldn't really focus too much on that.

Instead, you occupied yourself putting the tapes into the player while Randy made popcorn in the kitchen. It was kind of strange for a few moments, as you sat waiting for him to get back, looking around the living room under such new circumstances.

You have been here a hundred times before.

You had sat in this exact spot plenty of times but tonight, it was so different. You had only ever been here before as a friend, normally with all your other friends there to keep you company even when someone had to leave the room but not anymore.

Right now, you were waiting here as a girl on a date, a date with a guy you’d known your entire life.

It was just so strange how quickly everything had changed. Just this morning, you and Randy were little more than friends, and now, you couldn’t quite be sure what you were. Not that you had too much time to consider that before he was back.

“I bring gifts,” Randy grinned, plopping down beside you on the couch, swamping the coffee table with bags of chips and assorted boxes of candy before handing you the big bowl of popcorn. Clearly when he promised snacks, he wasn’t kidding.

You watched him do a onceover of the spread he’d provided before he ultimately decided that it was going to be fine.

“Perfect, just what we needed” you smiled, relaxing even further into the couch next to him, getting ready to start whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. It was new, uncharted territory for the both of you but it wasn’t looking too bad.

A copy of Prom Night and some popcorn with Randy was perhaps the only thing that could make this whole curfew thing worthwhile.

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crhinge · 4 years ago

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Breaking Down The Classic Rom-Com

I feel like I haven’t written a fun post in a hot sec so lets talk about one of my favorite subjects: Rom Coms

According to wikipedia, a Rom Com, also known as Romantic Comedy, is “a subgenre of comedy and slice-of-life fiction, focusing on lighthearted, humorous plot lines centered on romantic ideas, such as how true love is able to surmount most obstacles.” In the past, Romantic Comedies have also been called “Chick Flicks” but I think this is devaluing of both women and the romantic comedy genre.

The other day, I woke up to find that the most wholesome rom-com couple of all time reunited: Matty & Jenna (Aka Mark Ruffalo & Jennifer Garner). This got me thinking about the beauty of the Rom-Com and how unappreciated they can be. It has been years since we have seen a rom-com with the cultural impact of 13 Going on 30, and I would like to petition for more of them after a sad and painful year.

I can already hear the millions (in my head this blog is extremely popular) of comments “What about To All the Boys I’ve Loved Before?!?” “What about The Kissing Booth?!?” And too that I say, "Good Riddance!” If you’re rating your rom coms on a TATBILB scale, or even WORSE The Kissing booth, I feel sorry for you. Truly I do. So let's dive into the best Rom Coms of all time, but first...

What makes a Rom-Com good? Well let's start with a relatable as hell main character. I am talking a girl (sometimes guy), who has many flaws, but the audience can see themselves within her/him. Let's use Jenna Rink from 13 Going On 30 as an example. Well, she's literally a 13 year old in a 30 year olds body, but don’t we all still have a preteen hiding inside of all of us? She is 100% willing to be herself at every step, even if that means dancing thriller all alone. She touches on all of our insecurities, while teaching us how to break down our walls.

Rom-Coms also need characters to make realistic choices. This does not mean that the movie itself is realistic, but rather than you can understand the choices the characters make. Again, 13 going on 30 does a fabulous job of this. Obviously, Jenna traveling in time because of wishing powder is not realistic, but the choices that her and her past self make are. Due to the insecurities of her childhood and a need to feel included, relevant, and powerful Jenna pushes important people out of her life, which happens to so many people in the real world. These decisions force her to miss out on the love of her life, and ultimately, the story ends sadly: the love of her life marries someone else and she is left with tears, wishing powder, and an old doll house. That is until she is able to travel back in time and change the course of her life.

Lastly, Every classic Rom-Com couple needs to have chemistry. There. I said it. Hollywood loves just casting random famous actors without giving them a proper chemistry read. One great example of this is Julianne Hough and Josh Duhamel in Safe Haven. Both fun, famous, Hollywood actors who have zero chemistry. Mark Ruffalo and Jennifer Garner had more chemistry throwing back Razzles than those two did during an intimate sex scene.

Alright, now that we have broken down the requirements of a Romantic Comedy, let's jump into the best and worst of all time.

Best: When Harry Met Sally. 9/10. A classic. A tale as old as time. Both Sally & Harry are very flawed, yet relatable characters. Sally is too picky and particular, while Harry is a player. They both suck at relationships, but make rational decisions based on their motivations. We all have friends like these two and their chemistry is on point, both on a friendship and romantic level. They bounce off of one another splendidly.

Worst: Sleepless in Seattle. 1/10 I know, this is a strong take, but this is a terrible movie about a stalker. Meg Ryan (I don’t even remember her character's name) is the stupidest most unrelatable character I have seen in a long time. She is extremely unlovable, cheats on her SO emotionally, and flies across the country to stalk a man that she has never met before. And then you’re telling me that Tom hanks FALLS FOR HER? Nope. No. I refuse to except this. Plus, their chemistry in this is pretty mediocre (You’ve Got Mail is Way Better) and we only get to see them together once.

Best: 10 Things I Hate About You. 8/10. I was tempted to leave all high School Rom-Coms off this list, but Heath Ledger is my exception. Talk about likability. Kat is a strong, powerful, independent woman who learns how to be more vulnerable while still being a feminist badass. We all wanted to be Kat growing up. Meanwhile Heath Ledger is the classic bad boy with a soft side, and who wasn’’t into that? Both characters grow into new people throughout the movie making them relatable, complex, and realistic. Not to mention the angel that is Joseph Gordon Levitt, who keeps the audience up beat and smiling throughout the course of this Shakespeare tale

Best: My Big fat Greek Wedding. 10/10. Have you seen this film recently? Because it is an absolute DELIGHT and so relatable. It dives into the difficulty of family expectation and cultures merging. It also has the cutest proposal of all time with a realistic couple that fights for one another on a daily basis. You laugh. You cry. You get a dynamic cast with wonderful chemistry. You feel invested in the family and the relationship. Just a joyful wonderful film.

Worst: Something Borrowed. 0/10. If you’ve never seen this movie, don’t. Ginnifer Goodwin sleeps with her best friends fiancé and we’re supposed to be okay with it because she liked him first. Hard pass. And she ignores John Krazinski who is right in front of her. She is unlikable, unreliable, and makes dumb decisions that no one else would.

Best: He’s just not that into you. 9/10 I will go to bat for this movie. It follows several realistic storylines in a Love Actually manor, except they actual seem legit. A woman realizing her boyfriend is never going to marry her. A girl facing the fact that maybe some guys just aren’t that into her, and she isn’t an exception to the rule. A man slowly making the decision to cheat on his wife as they are growing apart. A woman realizing that she is worth way more than her bastard husband. A woman realizing that the person she’s sleeping with will never leave his wife for her. It's compelling, has realistic characters that we can relate to, and still warms your heart in the end.

Best: The Big Sick. 8/10. Okay to be fair, this is based on a true story so it automatically has realistic characters and decisions. Maybe I should leave this off of the list, but I wish this film got the recognition it deserves. Two lovable main characters who make mistakes that are understandable. Wonderful chemistry between Kumail and his girlfriend as well as her family.

Best: About Time. 11/10 This is hands down the best Rom-Com of all time and Potentially the best film of all time as well. If you don’t cry in this movie you do not have a heart or soul. The characters are SO insanely likable and adorable.It touches on the importance of family and valuing time and how little of it we have. The chemistry within the whole cast is palpable, and we can all relate to at least one character, whether it is the protagonist Tim, his wife Mary, his sister Kit-Kat, or his father.

Well it is important to point out the obvious here: this list is lacking diversity in a huge way. All but one of these movies follow a cis, straight, white couple, and that is extremely concerning. People have attempted to make more diverse rom-coms over the past few years, but they all seem to be lacking one of the three core components of what makes a rom-com great: Relatable, realistic, and great chemistry. For example. Crazy Rich Asians was a fantastic film, but the high level of wealth that Nick Young comes from, made his character difficult to relate to, and I’m sorry but the chemistry just wasn’t there for me. Always Be My Maybe’s characters fell flat and it’s not a film I would want to watch more than once. Love Simon made some huge waves for LGBTQ representation in the media, but that ending kiss was unrealistic along with his friends reaction to fining out he was lying, which left the movie anti-climactic by the end.

Now, the most recent film on this list was made in 2017. And before that 2013. So where have all the Rom Coms gone? Why don’t we see more of them. There are a few Rom Coms that could be contenders on the “Best” list from the last couple of years that include a small amount of diversity:

Yesterday 7/10. The big question here is does this count as a romantic comedy? The love story isn’t the main plot, but is definitely a large sub-plot. This movie features an interracial couple and is highly re-watchable. The main characters are entertaining, relatable, and have pretty good chemistry. We will see if it stands the test of time.

The Broken Hearts Gallery 7/10. This movie has gotten NO recognition. The main character, Lucy, is an extremely likable 20 something, not unlike our Ginnifer Goodwin in He’s Just not that Into You. The plot is fun and predictable but keeps you watching. I don’t know if this one will stay on my list long, but it’s definitely up there.

But here is my challenge to Hollywood: create some new, beautiful Rom Coms that celebrate diversity but that don’t throw away the relatable, realistic, and high chemistry characters that we are just waiting to fall in love with. It’s got like 16 ideas up my sleeve, so just give me a call Hollywood.

#rom com #romantic comedy #13 going on 30 #when harry met sally #sleepless in seattle #my big fat greek wedding #10 things i hate about you #something borrowed #he's just not that into you #the big sick #about time #yesterday #The broken hearts gallery

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zalrb · 4 years ago

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What were your favourite childhood movies? I was rewatching the karate kid movies and the newest version is nowhere as good as the old one.

This list is kind of all over the place, haha, because some movies are movies I grew up with meant for my age group at the time and a lot of them aren’t because I was exposed to a lot of media as a kid, haha. I’m also jumping around in time

Lion King --- I had Just Can’t Wait To Be King on repeat, I’d rewind it again and again and just sing it until I had to go to my room because my mother had enough

Aladdin --- apparently I just went around going, “I’m not a prize to be won!”

Land Before Time --- this movie is so fucking depressing but I really liked Ducky --- like to the point that the reason why I go “yepyep�� is because Ducky goes “yepyepyep” and I remember when I realized that, I was like holy shit is that why all these years I go “yep yep” and my family was like, lol yes. But then as an adult I found out what happened to that child actress and that just made the movie all the more depressing

The Breakfast Club --- I explained this yesterday I believe

Grease --- so my mother loved/loves Grease, she knows all the songs, can play most of them on the piano and we used to live across the street from this movie theatre that played old movies and Grease was a regular so we watched it a lot

Sixteen Candles --- I remember thinking this was so romantic as a kid. Super problematic movie tho

Titanic - ah yes, Titanic, Leonardo DiCaprio, my first celebrity love. Oh, I can’t stand this movie now, lmao

Lord of the Rings trilogy --- lmao so when the first movie came out, I was obsessed with the elves and Rivendell and I used to write my homework with swirly letters to look like elvish and my teachers complained so I had to get a talking to about it

Love and Basketball --- first Black love story I ever saw.

Back To The Future 1 and 2, lmao as John Mulaney pointed out, the first movie anyway is actually REALLY weird when you think about it

Bad Boys --- I mean Martin Lawrence and Will Smith were the shit back then so I just liked watching them in a movie together

The Best Man --- THIS is funny so the 90s and early 00s saw a lot of African American movies and my mother was all about getting me to see Black people onscreen as much as I could so she took me to these movies even if it wasn’t exactly kid appropriate, she would just make sure to have a conversation with me about the movie when it ended, anyway, so when I was a kid, I didn’t really get a lot of the nuances of The Best Man but when it came out on VHS and when the soundtrack came out we got it so we watched it a lot and there’s a song by The Roots that I really like and one day I was like, I don’t know why I like this song so much and my mom was like because they play that song when you see Morris Chestnut for the first time and I think you went through puberty in the theatre when you saw him and I just diiiiiiiiiiiiiiied

As an adult, The Best Man is fucked up and I would’ve kicked Harper’s ass as well but only because what he did as a writer was a fucking dick move.

Pretty Woman --- it took me a while to realize that she was a sex worker

You’ve Got Mail --- I remember watching this in the theatre with my mom and being SO FRUSTRATED because I just didn’t understand why Tom Hanks couldn’t tell Meg Ryan the truth.

Liar Liar --- I related to having an absentee dad who never made good on his promises but I also liked Jim Carey’s exaggerative facial expressions but I remember there’s this joke, so the whole premise is that Jim Carey didn’t show up to his son’s birthday when he said he would (relatable!) and his son was so tired of him breaking promises, he wishes that his father will never lie again but Jim Carey is a lawyer so that causes issues, lmfao, but anyway so Jim Carey can’t lie and he has sex with I think it’s his boss, I forget, but he has sex with someone and she’s like how was it? and he goes “I’ve had better” and every time that joke came on my family would CRACK UP so I kept being like “better what? GUYS WHAT DID HE HAVE BETTER OF? I DON’T GET IT” then my mom and I had a conversation, lmfao.

Goodfellas --- I remember my cousins watching this movie in the living room and I saw the scene of the gif I posted below and was like OH WHAT’S THIS and then they told me to go into the bedroom because it was too grown but it’s like they forgot there was a TV in the bedroom and I just turned it to the channel and watched it there. And the movie came on a lot on TV so I just watched it a lot by myself, lmfao.

Twin Warriors aka Tai Chi Master --- probably my favourite martial arts movie. I know there are better ones but I really resonated with this as a kid. Jet Li was a legend with my cousins.

Fist of Legend

Once Upon A Time in China

Romeo Must Die --- omg I played this movie ALL. THE. TIME.

Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon

Boyz N The Hood --- a really important movie in my household to the point that I was excited to be able to write a paper on it in the same Popular Cinema from the 70s to the Present class I did my Breakfast Club paper for

same with Do The Right Thing

Jumanji -- I fucking love how mean-spirited this movie is and I did appreciate it as a child too although it freaked me the fuck out

Clueless

Home Alone - god, Kevin’s family was terrible

Home Alone 2 --- ah the movie/scene that changed my life

House Party --- to this day I haven’t been to a house party as live as this one

Malcolm X --- another extremely important movie in my household

Hook --- ooooh I still love this movie so much!

Scream --- I remember when this movie was THE. SHIT. Scared the fuck out of me.

Hero --- this movie was so gorgeous

Rush Hour --- I would probably hate Rush Hour now tbh but whenever I hear “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey I think of the opening scene because I was Soo Young belting to Mariah Carey in the car, it was the best part of the movie for me as a kid because I was like I DO THAT TOO but then she gets kidnapped, so....

The Mummy --- CLASSIC

Gremlins

Hercules - DUH

The Godfather --- I rarely talk about my dad but he was very much into mob movies because he liked the way they dressed and carriedt themselves in these movies, especially in The Godfather so whenever I was with him, The Godfather was on a lot

He was also very much into comics, particularly Batman, so even though I don’t really care for DCU/MCU or comics, I’m more likely to go to a theatre (well pre-Covid) and pay to watch a Batman movie over any other comic movie - except Black Panther which is a huge exception because these Batman movies were a pat of my childhood

yes, even Batman and Robin, I even had the soundtrack, listening to Bone Thugs N Harmony on my bunk bed and shit.

Space Jam --- I recently watched the Movie Pitch for this and it had me hollering

Lean On Me --- I have complicated feelings about this movie now but I grew up watching it and I really liked it and the older I got the more I understood what the movie was actually about

Practical Magic --- I wanted to live in that house

Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone --- because it was real finally!

Armageddon -- I still love this horrible, nonsensical, illogical, terrible movie because it’s utterly fantastic and hilarious. As a child I didn’t understand this moment and why it was such a huge ask, as an adult I’m like YES. IF I SURVIVE SAVING THE WORLD I’M NOT DOING THIS, THE FUCK I LOOK LIKE?

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heesulovebot · 4 years ago

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i was tagged by the lovely nico @transtian ty bb 💕

favourite colour: black 🖤 lmao ok ik it isn’t a colour or woteva. probably blue then.

last song: a love from outerspace — A.R. kane. i recently just discovered this black british alt/dream pop duo from the 80s. they’ve contributed a lot to the genre—literally pioneered it— but it blows my mind that i’m just hearing about them???? apparently their racist ass record label owns everything they put their hard work in 🙄 anyways decolonize ur airwaves, fam ✌️

favourite musicians: solange, peggy gou, rihanna, my wife meg thee stallion, new order, kali uchis, toro y moi, yves tumor, donna summers, sunni colón, yumdda, khalid, beyonce, crush, dev hynes a.k.a blood orange, prince, cocteau twins, bad bunny (ba bonni bay-bay), missy elliot, bruno mars, mariah carey, i need to stop this is getting out of hand fkjndjfnsdkjjn

last movie: fist of fury for my HK cinema class

last show: like last show i finished? in that case it would be queen cheorin/mr. queen and wbl. currently watching atots 🥺

sweet, spicy, or savoury: savoury!!!! i mean i have a sweet tooth but i will take a slice of pizza over cake always

sparkling water, tea, or coffee: i’m shocked sparkling water is on the list????? i LIVE off of sparkling water. i got san pellegrino in my veins lmfaooo (sorry, nico)

pets: 2020 was a terrible year and 4 of my family pets passed 😔 one of which was my first ever pet i ever had since i was young. coco, i miss you every day. RIP, bb. i’m also separated from my cat whose back with my cousins in victoria— here’s a picture of her, her name is torpedo and she’s the CUTEST:

and also this is the funniest picture i have ever taken in my life have a tiny fat gremlin coco roasting in the sun on your dash:

tagging!🌈💕✨: @gremlinmetawin @tianphupha @itoldsunset @zeejade88 @teepakorn @kaonoppakao

#tag game #thank you nico!!!!!

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heroes-fading · 5 years ago

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Why Veronica Mars Won’t Have a Season 5

My introduction to Veronica Mars came in the midst of my father’s death. I watched episodes in hospital waiting rooms before it happened, and holed up in my room afterwards. I found a lot of comfort in the strength that the characters provided. The scene of Logan at his mother’s funeral - maniac and trying to find the humor in it - is exactly what I felt at my father’s. I, like Logan, made jokes and tried shrugging it off. I was certain that this was some sort of cosmic joke, and I was on the receiving end. Veronica’s personality shaped most of who I was in high school - my dad passed away two weeks before I started. Her snark, intelligence, and resilience inspired me so much then. I found a wonderful community with fans of the show, and to this day as a semi-adult I love and adore so many people I met through the show.

When the movie was announced, I was ecstatic. I remember rushing to a bathroom stall at my high school so I could eloquently keyboard-smash about it with my friends, donating to the Kickstarter, wearing my t-shirt, going to the theater with my friend to watch it and livestreaming it the night of its release with my online friends. In a sea of horrible feelings and helplessness, Veronica Mars helped me feel empowered and supported.

That’s partly why all of this stings so badly and feels so much like a betrayal.

Logan Echolls fits into a lot of tropes I’ve grown to hate as a self-identified feminist who has zero time for bad boys. Men who “atone for their sins” to get with a leading heroine are ones I often find boring - so often they’re executed poorly and their past mistakes would be absolutely unforgivable in a real context. Chuck Bass, Damon Salvatore, Spike, et. all are characters I’m tired of seeing in fiction. Logan Echolls organized a bum fight, took out Veronica’s headlights, burned down a community pool, made a series of racist comments to Weevil, and generally had moments of being the absolute worst. But for some weird reason, I have a massive soft spot for Logan and he’s become one of my favorite fictional characters.

Maybe it’s because we’ve seen him go through much, change so much over the course of the show. Maybe it’s because the show actually held him accountable (as well as Veronica) so the redemption didn’t feel cheap or unearned. Or maybe it’s because I’m just a weak heterosexual hypnotized by Jason Dohring’s abs and my feminism only goes so far as who I think is hot. I hope it’s not the last one, but I’m sure some would argue it is! The point is -- healthy, going-to-therapy Logan feels earned after the deaths of his parents, his abusive dad killing his girlfriend, numerous beatings, and too many near death experiences to count. Logan went from being an obligatory psychotic jackass to a fairly well-adjusted boyfriend in a way that made narrative sense.

His offscreen death right after getting married to the love of his life? Not so much.

The thing that stings about Veronica Mars’ final episode is not just Logan’s death - it’s what it means for the show going forward, especially its titular character. What made Veronica lovable was not her toughness as Logan’s final voicemail details. As season 3 Logan reminds us, Veronica isn’t invincible and she isn’t always right. What made her such a compelling character was what was underneath that toughness, and the people around her that highlighted that warmth buried underneath layers of trauma. In other words, what made her a marshmallow. Burnt on the outside, but gooey on the inside, as Wallace describes her in the pilot.

When we meet Veronica in the pilot, she’s been through a litany of traumas: her best friend’s death, a breakup, sexual assault and drugging, social ostracization, her mother’s addiction and swift exit from her life, a swift drop in socioeconomic status, and routine humiliation at the hands of her peers. But in spite of all of that, she’s still the girl that cuts Wallace down from the flag because it’s the right thing to do. She’s still the girl that worries about her father, has sympathy for Logan after his mother’s death despite all of his cruelty, defends and comforts Meg Manning after she endures the same bullying Veronica did, cares (often, initially unwillingly) about the people whose cases she takes, and bakes cookies for her friend after his basketball game just because. Even as recently as the books, Veronica bakes a cake for her terrible, abandoning mother on her birthday in spite of her replacing her and Keith with another family. She looks after her half-brother Hunter, even if he’s a painful reminder of her mother’s foibles. Veronica isn’t nearly as tough as she pretends to be, and that’s a good thing. That’s what makes her interesting and stops her from being like every other cynical hardboiled detective trope.

The people around Veronica - who support her, evolve with her, and serve as contrasts to her - are what help make her story so compelling. People who can tell her when she’s wrong (Logan, Keith, Weevil, et. all), who remind her of her soft side (Keith, Wallace, Mac, Logan), who can stop her from turning into a noir stereotype and cement her as Veronica Mars. People aren’t tuning in just to see Veronica snark at random side characters. Her personal journey in moving past her trauma and her relationships with other characters are what really makes the character who she is.

Her journey, from the pilot episode to the movie, is realizing that she can’t just shove down and run away from her trauma. Over the course of her show, we see her form bonds with people in spite of her attempts not to - Wallace, Mac, Logan, and a variety of others. They help her, support her, and challenge her in ways that only serve to make her story more interesting. In the movie, we see Veronica realize she can’t keep running and she doesn’t want a cushy life as a New York lawyer with a boyfriend who doesn’t understand why she cares so much about what happens in her hometown. Neptune, as corrupt and corroded as it is, is her hometown.

That’s why it’s such a spectacular slap in the face for the end of season 4 to offer the exact opposite. Veronica loses her husband (after finally evolving from the Veronica in the pilot who swore she was never getting married because she was so cynical about relationships) immediately after marriage. She leaves behind Keith, Wallace, and everyone else to chase unknown cases with unknown people in unknown places. As Rob has said, he saw this as the only way for Veronica to continue to be interesting - roaming the world solo as if she’s Sherlock Holmes.

This is not character progression. This is not driving the plot forward. This is regressing to a character to a point even before the pilot episode - a hardened Veronica who pretends she doesn’t care, who uses her trauma as an armour, and keeps people away from her. It undermines the central message of the movie - that Neptune is her home and in spite of her problems, she’s willing to fight for it. By killing Logan, Rob wanted to kill Veronica’s ties to Neptune. This isn’t an evolution - it’s a devolution.

Rob Thomas has offered this option before - a Veronica exit vehicle sans everyone else, including only Kristen Bell snarking at a camera - in the form of the last-ditch FBI pilot. It was not well received by fans nor networks, and unsurprisingly not picked up or seen anywhere other than a reposting on YouTube. I think if he sincerely expects any other result from a similar future attempt, he’s lying to himself.

If Rob Thomas wanted the male character-centric P.I. noir he initially planned on writing rather than Veronica Mars, he should have written that rather than allowed it to take over the Veronica Mars universe. Writing a woman with the same elements of toxic masculinity as male characters (a complete disregard for their own feelings, ripping themselves away from personal connections, framing “toughness” as superior and emotional development as a waste of time) is not feminism - it’s just lazy. “Strong female characters” don’t have to be made strong by undergoing trauma after trauma and shutting down until they’re a shadow of their former selves. Their male counterparts aren’t expected to have to deal with rape, death, ostracization, and every other possible form of trauma - women sure as hell shouldn’t.

Furthermore, the way that Rob Thomas has framed his fanbase is shameful. Veronica Mars fans aren’t just deranged fangirls too obsessed with Jason Dohring’s abs to care about the health of the story. This isn’t “not what we wanted, but what we needed” - we’re not an audience too stupid to know what’s good for us. We’re an intelligent audience when we’re giving the showrunners money, but when we’re disagreeing with the writing choices we’re just too invested in romance to “get it”. Predictably, these fans (who make up most of Veronica Mars’ fanbase that the showrunners claim to adore so much) are women. For decades, women have been stereotyped as media-consumers that only care about romance and thus can’t care about depth as if the two are mutually exclusive. This stereotype is incredibly sexist, especially given what this fanbase in particular has done for this franchise, and the continued insistence that these fans just don’t know what’s good for them or the show is incredibly condescending and transparent.

This fanbase poured $6 million dollars into a Kickstarter for a money, maintained energy for a revival and actively lobbied streaming services and networks for a continuation, and kept the fandom twelve years after the finale episode of its original incarnation aired. As much as some may resent how fan energy encouraged writers to see Logan evolve, or Logan and Veronica to sort out their issues, or anything else - these were choices the writers made and stood by for years. A sudden U-Turn in storytelling to go from “the fans were right, this dynamic is wonderful and we’re going to base our advertising around it!” to “well, it was never supposed to be about that” is a kick to the teeth to a fanbase that (literally!) gave so much.

It’s not as if this is the first time the fanbase has been disappointed by a writing decision. Speaking for myself, I was heavily disappointed by the way sexual assault was handled on the original incarnation of the show. Veronica’s rape was handled by at first not framing it as a sexual assault at all in “A Trip to the Dentist” - Duncan Kane (her ex-boyfriend/potential half-brother at some point in time) having sex with her while she was unconcious was framed as just “feelings and nature taking over” because he was under the influence. In season 3, the writers decided that framing women protesting sexual assault on campus as deranged feminists who sexually assault men by inserting them with Easter eggs was a good choice. That Easter egg part was played for laughs by the show, writers, and leading cast member.

Even the inclusion of Dick Casablancas for laughs - whose GHB was intended for his girlfriend and ended up in Veronica’s cup - doesn’t feel right. Ryan Hansen’s charm explains a lot of it, but the show seems to place a lot more blame on Madison for Veronica’s rape despite the fact she narrowly escaped the same fate at Dick’s hands. I was disappointed then, and I’m still disappointed with it now - far away from any romantic concerns of the show.

And my biggest problem with the ending of season 4 isn’t just that Logan is dead. I’m incredibly crushed and disappointed to see all of that character development be met with an offscreen car-bomb, but it doesn’t bode well for Veronica’s characterization and ultimate arc either. I fell in love with Veronica’s character first, and I don’t even recognize her anymore.

If the movie was a thank you to the marshmallows (both the fans and Veronica’s inner softness), the ending of the show was a middle finger to both. If the lesson from the series and the film is that you fight for things because they’re worth it and not because they come easily (whether they be relationships or towns), then the lesson from the revival is that the best thing to do is leave and take your bags. So much of the narrative was set up around Veronica accepting who she was and where she’s from - and the revival’s Veronica has finally been traumatized so much she’s packing her bags and giving up. That’s not toughness. That’s not strength. That’s certainly not saving the show or the character.

That’s selling a grim story because you think it’s edgy. That’s trying to be subversive and failing, too focused on shock value to care about the characters. There’s a reason shows like Game of Thrones, Dexter, and How I Met Your Mother got such backlash -- they just don’t make narrative sense and the endings are far from satisfying. Making the fans happy isn’t a mark of bad storytelling, especially when the survival of your franchise has been so contingent on it. Sometimes, they actually do know what they’re talking about! And if you want a season five, maybe don’t alienate your fans to a point they don’t recognize the show anymore. Rob mentioned, “...I will have made a really bad bet if, en masse, the fans turn on the show. That would certainly be a tough lesson to learn.” -- I think he accomplished that!

I wish the Veronica Mars that got me through the toughest parts of my life was still around. But I’d rather say goodbye to her forever than be faced with a cheap imitation.

#veronica mars #veronica mars spoilers #vm spoilers #logan echolls #logan x veronica #veronica mars season 4 #tv: veronica mars

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linkispink1995 · 5 years ago

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Tears of I miss you

Billy Hargrove x pregnant reader

Warnings (Angst, language , a half way happy ending)

It was the morning of July fourth , it had also been 5 days since I last heard from my boyfriend Billy. I was in my car pulling into his driveway when I noticed his car wasn’t there , which was odd since I knew he had the day off. I exited my car and began walking up to his house when I also noticed that Max’s bike was missing. After knocking on the front door Susan , Billy’s stepmother opened it she had red puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. Since I hadn’t the faintest clue what she was upset about I asked “is Billy home”. The mention of his name caused her to tear up again saying “you didn’t hear” I shook my head as she gestured for me to enter the home. As I entered there small living room I saw Billy’s father sitting in his leather chair watching the local news and as Susan pointed to the television set I read the words I thought I’d never see STARCOURT MALL FIRE!!! I sighed before saying “what happened”. Just then Mr. Hargrove spoke up saying “they said it was an electrical fire from the movie theater” he then said seven words I wasn’t prepared to hear. “They found him in the food court” I then turned to fall into Susan’s arms and began to cry.

2 weeks earlier ~~~~~~~

I was currently sitting in the passenger seat of my boyfriend’s car , holding my head in my hands crying. I felt a warm hand begin to rub my back , saying “it’s gonna be okay Y/n , we’re gonna be fine”. I lifted up my face to respond to him saying “No were not , Billy we just graduated high school” he nodded saying “yeah , but we’ve also got jobs , we’re gonna be fine”. I sighed saying “and what do you know about taking care of a baby". He shook his head saying "nothing , but you watch your little sister all the time". I sighed saying "she's fourteen" , he nodded saying "so , I love you" he the placed one of his hands on my lover stomach saying "and you , and I'm gonna be here for both of you".

Oh how I wish that was that he was. Shortly after Billy's funeral , I ended up telling Max since I felt she was the only person from that family who deserved to be in my baby's life. I also ended up moving into my own place with the help of my sister. At first I was filled with sadness since I lost my best friend Heather and then I was angry that I had also lost my father but most of all devastated I had lost the love of my life and the father of my child . I had decided to give my sister El the spare bedroom and also placed two beds in the room I in case Max came over and stayed which was a lot since after Billy was gone , Neil had found a new target.

It had been eight months since then and I was just about to pop , it felt strange being in my own place with just and El and I and soon the baby , but not bad of course I missed Billy and my father but it felt like I had woken up from that terrible nightmare .I had just gotten of the phone with Joyce , who had recently moved to Chicago in October , who told me the same thing she did after every conversation we had which was "get some rest". After placing the phone on the receiver El came out of her bedroom with a somber face , causing me to ask "what's wrong kiddo". She sighed saying "can Max come over" I nodded saying "of course , are you okay" she shrugged saying "halfway happy". I sighed before pulling her into a somewhat hug since I had quite the large stomach , causing the baby to begin to kick. She gasped saying " does that hurt" I shook my head saying "depends where they kick" she chuckled before rubbing my stomach saying "are you scared". I shrugged saying "kinda , I mean , I wish I had someone". she nodded saying "you have me" causing me to smile saying "your right , I have-" before I could finish someone began knocking on the door of the apartment , I walked over to open it seeing Max holding a small duffle bag.

3 and a half weeks later , I was in a small Hospital bed holding in my arms William James Hopper - Hargrove , he was eight pounds and seven ounces and had Billy’s beautiful blue eyes and my hair color. I didn’t think I could love something so tiny , but after meeting William I couldn’t be more wrong. Both Max and El were the first to see and hold him they both simply adored him , Billy’s stepmom also came by saying Neil was busy but we were welcome to stop by and visit , I knew that was something Billy wouldn’t have wanted but I remained polite saying maybe. After bringing home the sweetest baby from the hospital , since William usually didn’t fuss a lot unless he was hungry or was wet. I almost couldn’t believe how much El loved to jump in and help , she had such a full heart it made me think how much dad would’ve loved to see it. She absolutely adored her nephew , she loved to hold him , dress him and I would sometimes catch her singing to him. I also couldn’t get over how much he looked like Billy , they had the same beautiful blue eyes I fell in love with and the same nose the wiggled when they would laugh , and even the same smile. I knew I didn’t have the most perfect situation but I also knew that all I needed was my son and my sister as well as my adopted sister.

Maybe a part two

{do not plagiarize my work}

Thanks- meg

Feedback is appreciated

Request are open

#billy hargove imagine #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove angst

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funkymbtifiction · 5 years ago

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At this link below, this was a reblog of an old funkymbti post for Amy March bring an ENFJ. With the recent movie it looks like you typed her as an ESFP. I was curious why the switch in type? I’ve been researching the sisters types and it appears in most places Amy is considered an ENFJ. Any clarification on this is much appreciated!

[You created that post in the app, so tumblr won’t let me edit / reply to it.]

I did type Amy March ENFJ a long time ago, but I was never 100% happy with it so I retyped her after re-watching the 90′s film and the more recent film has convinced me that it’s correct (I have read the book before, and have one on my bedside table, but haven’t looked at it lately, so I can’t shed book insights into it).

My reasons for typing her ENFJ were rather basic -- she had a bold over-reaching idea of what she wanted from her life and never wavered from it (marry a rich man) and got what she wanted (Laurie, a rich man ;). But comparatively, she is not like her mother, the actual Fe-using N (ENFJ). Marmee is concerned with the unseen (N), with sculpting her unruly daughters into Little Women. She does this through ‘policing’ them (gently) into getting along with each other, into forgiving each other, and into behaving as proper young women should. And Amy, out of all of them, has the hardest time overcoming her own selfishness.

Fe-using Meg is too influenced by what other people think and quick to do things to impress or please them (such as when she lets them ‘paint and squeeze and make me into a doll’ and “I enjoyed it!”); Amy is far more concerned with her OWN thoughts. SHE thinks her nose is terrible, despite what others say. SHE intends to get what she wants. SHE... well, it’s all about her and her feelings all the time, rather than other people’s, and when she burns Jo’s book, it’s out of spite and revenge to satisfy her own hurt feelings of exclusion. Amy probably matures the most out of all the sisters, because she starts out spoiled and selfish and childish (because she IS still a child) and becomes considerate of others and wise. Little Amy would not have felt bad, taking Jo’s place going abroad with Aunt March (and I guess in the book, Amy STILL decides to stay abroad when Beth is sick, because she doesn’t ‘want to miss this chance of a lifetime’). Amy’s criticisms of Laurie are also based on her personal contempt for his behavior, and not social expectations of him. She doesn’t chide him to force him to conform, but to force him to re-evaluate himself. SHE doesn’t want to be courted by him, if he’s going to waste his life.

She’s also sensory. She paints. She draws. She wants to attend the opera. She goes ice skating on the pond. She leaps at the chance to travel. She’s attracted to beautiful things and people. Amy isn’t thinking about what ‘could be’ or how to improve the outside world; she wants to be IN IT, DOING THINGS. High Sensor. She judges Laurie based on his actions and behaviors (observation). She makes impulsive decisions without thought of the consequences (burning Jo’s book, which leads Jo to not forgive her for ages, which makes her miserable). Amy is very much all about the ‘here and now’ -- thus, ESFP.

An ENFJ Amy would have much stronger insights into what is written between the lines, be more like her mother in actively wanting to shape people in abstract ways (she does this with Laurie, but it’s much later, after she has matured and grown into her own important self-realizations), and be more socially conscious and less pursuing of just what she values. She would frankly, meddle more. ;)

- ENFP Mod

#question #little women #amy march #enfj #esfp

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reachingforaspark · 5 years ago

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TAGGED BY: @momentofmemory thank you 💜

ARE YOU STAYING HOME FROM WORK/SCHOOL? Yes! I am staying home from both, and am very lucky to be able to continue both duties while I do so.

ARE YOU A HOMEBODY? Absolutely! But I have a terrible habit of getting to insular in my apartment usually, so tend to need my part time work to get me out of there for my health 🤣 It’s the opposite now but that’s okay, I’m compensating.

AN EVENT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING FORWARD TO THAT GOT CANCELLED? I had funding for an overseas study trip approved and signed off *sigh* but the world will wait! It actually will be good for me to become more settled in my current tasks before running away again.

WHAT MOVIES HAVE YOU WATCHED RECENTLY? Howl’s Moving Castle for the billionth time. It’s my calming movie, the floating landscapes and score. I did rewatch Your Name as well.

WHAT SHOWS ARE YOU WATCHING? No watch. Only rewatch. The Witcher, the Mandalorian and Community again.

WHAT MUSIC ARE YOU LISTENING TO? Thelma Plum, Christine and the Queens, Odette and Meg Mac.

WHAT ARE YOU READING? Textbooks and journal articles though The Hating Game, Six of Crows and Dominion: The Making of the Western Mind are all waiting to be read. And my comfort fanfics are being reread on the regular right now.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING FOR SELF-CARE? I am doing the Active Coping Calendar, which I’m actually finding useful and less intense than trying to do lots of good for me things a day. But I am trying to eat at set times.

TAGGING (if you want!): @ferretshark, @friendlyneighborhoodsecretary, @hanuko, @lovely-tothe-bone, @rosegardeninwinter, @arainydream and anyone else who’d like to share 💜

#self isolation #covid-19 #self care #sharing #grace is NOT a disgrace

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vagrantblvrd · 5 years ago

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Tabula Rasa (1/1)

Summary: In a shocking twist, Ryan finds it annoying when he stumbles over a body when it’s not one of his. Especially when it’s obvious whoever left it there for just anyone to find didn’t even try to hide it.

Notes: Prompt fill for Anon who asked for FAHC AU Ryan finding amnesiac hitman!Gavin who unbeknownst to Ryan was hired to kill him.:D?

(Read on AO3)

In a shocking twist, Ryan finds it annoying when he stumbles over a body when it’s not one of his. Especially when it’s obvious whoever left it there for just anyone to find didn’t even try to hide it.

It’s sloppy and unprofessional, even in a city like Los Santos where the news outlets don’t cover stories about dead bodies being found unless they’re a celebrity or otherwise well-known figure in the city.

So this, literally tripping over one in the middle of an alley when he’s taking a shortcut back to his apartment after a quick run to the corner grocery story is galling.

“Aw, come on,” he mutters, staring in dismay at the groceries that didn’t survive the cartoon clownish balancing act he did trying to keep them from tumbling out of the paper bag he was carrying. “Not cool.”

The eggs continue to ooze their way along the dirty asphalt, seeping into cracks like some kind of terrible metaphor for his life.

Or maybe it’s been a long goddamned day and he should just go home and order takeout and drown his sorrows in diet soda.

But then what he assumed was a typical dead body has the temerity to groan, this awful, pained sound followed by a soft scrape. Rustling, clattering nose as it tries to pull itself out of the pile of trash and whatever else it fell onto.

“Dammit,” Ryan says, as he turns to look at it.

There are eyes – well. An eye, the other doesn’t count with the way it’s swollen shut, focused on him.

Battered face with dried blood all over and whoever they are, they must have pissed someone off in a major way because they look like hell.

“You look awful,” Ryan’s mouth says without his brain’s okay because he’s tired and it’s been a hell of a week for him and it’s only Tuesday.

The body makes this horrible rasping, croaking sound, and after a moment Ryan realizes it’s laughing at him.

Mouth pulled up in this little smile as they give up on trying to sit up and slump back down, zombie noises giving way to this breathless laugh.

“Oh good,” they say, hand flopping around as they gesture vaguely at themselves. “I’d hate to feel worse than you think I look.”

There’s a pause.

A frown.

“Wait, that doesn’t sound right.”

========

You’d think Ryan would know better than to bring strange bodies home with him given his line of work, but you’d be wrong about that.

Horrifically, astoundingly wrong.

By all rights he should have left it there and gone about his business, but he’s not as heartless as all the rumors say he is. Had regarded the body for a long, long moment considering his options before that last shred of a conscience he had goaded him into making what’s turning out to be a grievous mistake on his part.

“Oh, what a lovely place you have,” the body says, slumped sideways on Ryan’s couch as he roots through his first-aide kit. “Urban modern?”

There’s no theme to his “décor”, just whatever the place came furnished with or whatever he needs from a furniture store catalog.

Ryan side-eyes the body, suspicion in the back of the mind why someone would want to kill him because he’s proving to be an annoying bastard.

Kept talking all the way here, odd little comments and hasn’t shut up since.

Oh, there was the expected trepidation when Ryan set his bag of groceries aside in the alley to approach him. This pathetic attempt to move away from Ryan that ended in a soft hiss and hand clamping down on his side. (Wary expression and tense as hell like he expected Ryan to finish the job someone fucked up.)

“Do you ever wonder,” he asks, words twisting oddly with that accent Ryan can’t quite place. Bit of a twang to it, but more something you’d find in a bad movie rather than the Texas panhandle or thereabouts. Might be down to the split lip and everything else, or someone with a bad grasp on accents. “Do you ever wonder if hands could have toes?”

Normally it would seem like a bizarre question coming out of the blue like that, but considering one of the body’s hands is a bloody mess, broken fingers and such?

Not so much.

“Well I mean,” Ryan says, and shrugs because somehow that’s not the weirdest thing anyone’s ever asked him. “There’s a surgical procedure for that.”

Not your typical elective surgery, maybe, but it is a thing. Ryan remembers reading about some poor bastard a while back who had it done after an accident where they lost their thumb.

The body looks up from staring at his hand, and does his best to smile.

Painful to look at, and right, okay.

Better get him cleaned up and patched up before he makes things worse.

========

Ryan’s still trying to figure out what the hell he thinks he’s doing bringing strange bodies home with him when Meg calls.

Meg’s one of the smartest people he knows, one of the best and brightest in the assassin-for-hire field, and all around terror when she gets something in her head.

They’ve know each other for years, professionally and personally, and he’s learned to be terrified of when she gets a particular tone to her voice.

The same one she has when she asks “What the fuck did you do?”, the moment he picks up.

Ryan freezes as he runs through recent events, eyes going to the body on his couch that fell asleep as he was stitching him up.

First time that’s ever happened to Ryan, what with the whole stitching someone up without proper anesthetic being an unpleasant sort of thing.

“Uh,” he says, watching the rise and fall of the body’s chest, hears the faint wheeze of his breathing. “What?”

Meg sighs, something she does a fair amount when dealing with Ryan and his everything.

“Did you know,” she asks sweetly, which means whatever she is seriously doubting his intelligence and self-preservation skills. And, like. Everything else to do with him. “Ryan, did you know there’s a price on your head right now?”

Ryan doesn’t roll his eyes because she would know about it (Meg always knows) and also -

“When isn’t there?”

Ryan’s one of those well-known figures in Los Santos the news would have a field day about if he ever turns up as a dead body. (Statistically speaking, it will happen one day. Can’t do what he does and not expect to.)

He’s made his fare share of enemies over the years, stepped on the wrong toes and worse. And even if by some miracle he hadn’t, there’s bound to be someone who wants to prove themselves by going after the big, bad Vagabond like something out of a Vinewood western.

Meg sighs again, and Ryan likes to think it’s a fond sort of sigh, not the eternally exasperated kind.

“You know what I mean, smartass,” she says.

Ryan doesn’t smile because she would know about that too, and he’d rather not have to worry about her being one of the people out to collect the bounty (bounties?) on his head because he pissed her off.

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah I do.”

========

The body wakes up when Ryan’s trying to decide what to make for dinner, or if ordering takeout is still on the table.

Makes a pained noise, and then goes quiet and still as he tries to figure out where he is and how the hell he got there. (Why he feels like shit and if there’s a chance of more pain headed his way anytime soon.)

“Hey,” Ryan calls from his kitchen. “Does pizza sound good to you?”

He’s too tired to bother with cooking anything resembling edible, and it doesn’t make sense to kill his house guest after all the work he put into keeping him alive.

When he doesn’t get an answer, Ryan goes to make sure the poor bastard keeled over on him.

“Er,” the body says. “Yes?”

Trying to get his preference for pizza toppings is more of the same bafflement.

All, ”That sounds fine?” and “I suppose?” and ”Does anyone like anchovies on their pizza?” which is the firmest opinion he seems to have on the subject.

“Probably,” Ryan says, wrestling with the app for the pizza place a few blocks over. “Otherwise you think they’d take it off the menu.”

He gets a noncommittal noise from the body – and honestly, it’s getting weird for Ryan to refer to him as that even in his head.

“Not to be rude,” Ryan says, pocketing his phone once the order’s sent off. “But do you happen to have a name? Something I can call you?”

The body stares at Ryan – he does that a lot – and frowns. (Also something he does a lot.)

“Er,” he says (yet another thing he seems fond of doing). “I honestly don’t know?”

========

Ryan’s seen his share of terrible movies, watched more than enough terrible television shows.

Grew up watching old soap operas with his grandmother, so naturally the first thing to pop into his head is amnesia.

The body makes a face when he floats that little idea in front of him as a – perfectly valid – answer why he can’t seem to remember anything about himself.

His name.

Occupation.

Reason for ending up half-dead in one of the many glorious alleys Los Santos has to offer.

The usual things people have a decent grasp on in their day to day lives.

And since there’s not much that can be done about finding answers to most of those questions tonight, they settle for choosing a name for him in the meantime.

“You don’t really look like a Gunther,” Ryan says, picking up another slice of the pizza that arrived while they were taking stock of what they know. “Sorry to disappoint.”

He’ll ask around in the morning, go to his contacts all nice and discreet because it’s dangerous not knowing what, who, he’s dealing with here. More so, considering the condition he was in when Ryan found him.

“What about Edgar?” Ryan asks, and no, he doesn’t have a problem. It’s a perfectly fine name. “Reggie?”

========

The real question in all of this, Ryan muses as he searches through piles of trash and other horrible things looking for clues, is what the hell does he think he’s doing?

He knows how Los Santos works better than anyone. Knows you don’t go around looking for trouble if you want to keep doing that thing where you’re the opposite of dead. Knows you sure as hell don’t go poking into the kind of trouble that’s landed him with a house guest who has amnesia, for God’s sake.

And yet he still made a few calls to the handful of contacts he trusts to be discreet – extra discreet – without prompting.

Mark, as he settled on rather than any of Ryan’s suggestions, looks somewhat more human with all the blood cleaned off. (Sure, he also looks like someone who should probably be in a hospital but that’s beside the point.)

So, yes.

The two of them are back in the alley where they met (if you want to call it that) looking for any kind of information about Mark.

There’s a scrabbling noise behind Ryan as said house guest searches through his own pile of trash and God knows what. A far more difficult task for Mark given the fact he has one functioning hand at the moment along with his other injuries.

They’ve been here for a while, and Ryan’s starting to think it’s all in vain when Mark makes a triumphant noise, catching his attention. When he turns around to see Mark holding up a phone that looks like it’s had better days.

“Found something,” he says, wiping it off on his pants.

Ryan moves closer and watches as Mark turns it on and runs into a fingerprint lock screen.

They share a look before Mark unlocks it – and they’re faced with the a home screen littered with app icons and the most adorable looking wallpaper with fluffy kittens.

“Huh,” Ryan says, as Mark’s face softens and he makes the quietest little noise.

Either Mark has a thing for cluttered home screens on phones or he’s a sucker for adorable kittens. (Ryan’s fairly sure it’s the kittens.)

Overhead the clouds that have been threatening one hell of a thunderstorm all week rumbles threateningly and they share another look.

“My place or yours?” Mark asks, wry smile and a lame attempt at an eyebrow waggle that has Ryan coughing to cover his laugh.

As far as they’re concerned this alley is Mark’s place, and just, no.

========

They don’t quite make it back to Ryan’s place before the storm hits, rain pouring down in one of Los Santos’ thunderstorms, because of course they don’t.

As a courteous host, and since Mark’s teeth are chattering by the time they get inside, Ryan lets him have the first shower. Sets out a pair of old sweats that might offer some bit of extra warmth while his own clothes are being washed.

To kill time, Ryan rattles around his kitchen to make them something to take the chill off. He doesn’t have coffee on hand because Ryan’s not the biggest fan of it, but he does have is several kinds of hot chocolate.

He’s debating whether he wants mini-mini marshmallows in his or regular mini marshmallows when he hears Mark shuffle in.

“I may have used all your hot water,” Mark says, something like a smile in his voice and not sounding apologetic at all. “Sorry about that.”

Ryan glances at him, and ends up staring longer than he should.

He was concerned his clothes would be too big on Mark from the outset, but other than forcing the poor bastard to go around in wet clothes and risk catching a cold or worse there wasn’t much choice.

It was a short-term fix until Mark’s clothes were dry, but now?

Ryan’s unsettled at how much smaller Mark looks in Ryan’s clothes. Bruises and other small hurts standing out in the harsh lighting of Ryan’s kitchen. Dark and ugly against his skin, split lips giving him a lopsided grin as he moves over to the kitchen bar and takes a seat.

“Is one of those for me?” he asks, teasing note to his voice.

Ryan’s a hardened criminal. Gun for hire with a reputation that has people running scared with all those rumors about him out there, and yet -

“What?”

Mark’s lopsided smile is distracting, and the quiet laugh of his as he points at the mugs in Ryan’s hands is even worse.

“Uh, yes,” Ryan says, when Mark’s eyebrows go up when Ryan doesn’t answer right away and all that staring he’s doing doesn’t stop. “If you’re into that kind of thing?”

- Ryan is a human disaster.

========

Ryan doesn’t flee the latest scene of his complete and utter failure to human being, no.

He just.

He’s wearing wet clothes and the shower’s free and look, alright, look.

No one would take the Vagabond seriously if he came down with a cold and had to deliver a message or other menacing threat with a stuffy nose.

So, yes.

When he he goes out to the living room it’s to see Mark sipping his hot chocolate and scrolling through his phone, furrow between his eyes as he does.

“Find anything useful?” Ryan asks, and stares as Mark jumps.

This startled little thing, quickly followed by the phone falling from his hand as he hisses in pain and Ryan catches a quiet, strained, “Oh, God, that was a mistake.”

Ryan moves closer when Mark lifts his head to give him a wan smile, not sure what to do to help.

“I’m alright,” Mark says, pained note to his voice as he slowly straightens up. “You just startled me is all.”

Obviously.

“Are you - “ Ryan stops himself before he can ask Mark if he’s okay because it’s clear he isn’t. “Do you need help?”

Mark laughs, this painful sounding wheeze, and waves Ryan off with a soft thanks and an apology of all things.

Ryan frowns, but when Mark waves him off again he backs up a step to give him space and notices the phone’s been kicked under couch just out of arm’s reach. Feeling guilty about startling Mark, Ryan skirts around him to retrieve it, taking a curious look at the screen to see what Mark was looking at - and freezes.

“Wait - “ Mark says, but it’s too late.

Ryan’s staring at the phone’s screen and the grainy photo Mark was looking at before Ryan surprised him.

Black and white and grainy as hell. Blurry and out of focus. Something off a surveillance camera, if Ryan had to guess.

Odd to be sure, but not the strangest thing Ryan's seen.

No.

The thing that’s caught his interest is the focus of the picture.

Someone in a leather jacket looking at someone or something just off camera. Looks to be in a parking garage of some kind.

A mask that looks like a skull.

“There’s more,” Mark says quietly, getting up to walk over to Ryan.

Ryan lets him take the phone, watches as he pulls up the messages and tilts the phone so Ryan can read the latest ones.

Nothing overtly incriminating to them, but it’s clear there’s a business transaction taking place.

An interested party contacting Mark for a job they have for him.

Carefully worded and if this wasn’t Los Santos, if Ryan wasn’t what he is, he could almost think it’s just someone concerned about potential leaks or unscrupulous business rivals.

But this is Los Santos and Ryan is very much what he is, and he’s had more text conversations like this than he cares to remember.

He darts a look at Mark, sees the expression on his face and realizes that while Mark may not remember who he is or what series of events landed him back in that alley, he’s not stupid.

Can read between the lines just as easily as Ryan can, and that’s a little troubling in itself, but -

Mark scrolls down to the most recent message and opens the attached file.

The still from the surveillance video pops up again.

Too much to hope that Mark just happened to have a still of Ryan on his phone, that it was disconnected from the series of messages Mark showed him.

“I think,” Mark says, with a disbelieving laugh like he knows most people in his position wouldn’t have expected something like this when Ryan doesn’t say anything. “I think I was meant to kill him, whoever he is.”

#freewood #ragehappy #fahc au #Prompt Fills #Kings of Nowhere #vagrant fic #Anon #:D?#:D???#???#¯\_(ツ)_/¯

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Do you think if we take a step back we can view what happened w/the recent SW movie thru the lens of creative growing pains for Hollywood as they attempt to have better rep & inclusion? I haven’t been tracking this issue & don’t know if I have the life experience/perspective to say it’s true. But I am a member of the queer community, so I have seen that in attempt to have more rep on screen (which is progress), it seems normal that not everyone will do a good job & there’ll be a learning curve.

Obviously that doesn’t mean we don’t call creators out when they do something wrong! But for me even w/the SW movie ending bad I still see progress there. They’re changing the picture of who we see on screen. Who is important & explored in depth & fleshed out. They’re just bumbling the narratives & stories. Which makes sense if they’re not used to telling those stories. I think the right people being on screen is the 1st step. And/Or getting the right rep in storytellers behind the scenes.

Actually maybe getting the right storytellers bts is actually the key to what will take this move toward better rep and inclusion to the next level. Don’t get me wrong, like you I believe creators can tell thoughtful, nuanced stories about issues they haven’t experienced or communities they’re not a part of. But if they don’t have any of those people on their teams on in their ears, I think they’re taking a big risk and doing a disservice to themselves and the stories they want to tell.

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This is, I think, a very insightful question and something to look at. To be honest, it’s such a big question with so much IN it that I’m having trouble answering.

I think you’re right. That the current wave of “diverse” content, created mostly by white men, lets be honest, is problematic. And there are reasons for it being problematic... mainly telling a story that represents diversity when your life is... not diverse, is, well, really hard. And to get to that point where you can tell that story without falling to stereotypes and harmful tropes or cardboard characters is a process.

You can’t tell that story without doing a lot of work and really examining your view point. And ok, it’s not that ALL white men can’t tell these stories. Or that “diverse” creators (lgbt, poc, jewish, disabled or otherwise minority) are telling stories that AREN’T problematic. The truth is we live in a racist, homophobic, heteronormative, christian, ablist society. And it takes a lot of active work to rub off those layers of inherent bias.

I HAVE been watching this happen for a long time. And there has definitely been improvement in both representation of minorities in the media and people BEHIND the scenes.

I do think the key to improving representation in the media is to allow us to tell our own stories. Like for instance, while it’s not perfect, if we look at Witcher in comparison to Game of Thrones, you can TELL this is a story told by a woman. The writer of the book is male, but this version has a feminine voice. The way women are perceived. The way men are presented. Things that are valued.

Or like Ava DuVernay. A black director of A Wrinkle in Time, written by a white woman. You can tell that the voice in this story, is a WOC, and it’s NOT just because Meg Murray is portrayed by a black girl. It’s because the story sees black people as part of the human experience, rather than just an addition for flava and ratings.

Diversity makes the diverse people the subject of the story, rather than characters who are objectified as exotic poc of the day, or tragic lgbt movie of the week, or a terrible thing that must be magically cured because disabled people can’t be heroic. :/

I honestly don’t have the answer to this, except to keep telling our own stories, and to value the voices of traditionally underrepresented people.

I think that having white men, first, start writing us into their stories is a first step. It’s like we didn’t exist before? At first we get to be cautionary tales, like the old fashioned “tragic mulatto” where the beautiful passing part black girl is doomed by the stain of her heritage and ends up dying. We don’t really do that anymore. But we do see Bury Your Gays and the Dead Lesbian Syndrome, don’t we? Like maybe before we get to exist as “real” people, we have to show up as tragic, sad tales of how hard it is to be us. :/

Sometimes we get sick of all the stories about minorities being about how hard it is to be minority, and the terrible suffering we go through yadda yadda yadda. Ghettos and immigration and poverty and harassment. But you know what?

When we tell our stories, we find out they aren’t just about tragedy but about the full spectrum of human experience. Love AND heartbreak. Joy AND suffering. Struggle AND success.

I think also we’re entering a time when there’s some backlash from people getting to tell our own stories, and speaking up about how we are excluded. But maybe people who don’t really believe that our stories are worthy are still into, you know, killing us off in chains, or at the hands of our abusers or reducing our characters to grinning cartoons, or magically making our disabilities go away? And we start to complain?

Have you seen what’s happening with the Romance Writers of America? A writer’s organization that banned a half Chinese woman for complaining about racism in a woman’s novel? Yeah. THEY IMPLODED in the last two weeks. I watched it go down, because I follow the woman who was banned on twitter National news. They wanted her silenced. They said she was bullying when she questioned racism. Wow. It was. Wow.

They were working within the organization to make it more equitable and some people within the organization resisted. Because, you see, if we allow POC and LGBT folk and other minorities to tell their stories, we’re questioning the default humanity of straight white christian men. The closer you are to that center, the more social and political power you get, and having people ACTIVELY start telling non-white stories is threatening to the white men and Nice White Ladies because it takes away their dominance of what it means to be human.

There is bound to be backlash. And in a way, I think we’re deep into that backlash now. They’re starting to fight dirty. And what they’re doing is also obvious to a whole lot of us, because we see it now, where we didn’t before. When there was one Wonder Woman and we were glad to get her and we didn’t complain about her wearing high heels and a swimsuit.

Did I answer any questions? I don’t have answers. But this is very important to consider. Keep asking the questions.

#tell your story #diversity #yeah

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