#more of an emotional dad than Chico

[ozimagines]

Do have any thoughts on Miguel being a parent? Loved your Chico parent ideas!

AHHH yessss! You could tell after Miguel truly understood what it meant to bring a life into the world that he wanted to be a dad.

(Also thank you so much🥹❤️ Love me some Papa Chico)

Miguel Alvarez as a Parent would include…

After Miguel lost his son, he was broken. Broken because he knew it was his fault.

He was seventeen when he got Maritza pregnant. Senior Prom.

At sixteen he was running with the local gangs. At eighteen he was in prison. In those two years there was unprotected sex and drugs and violence. Anything to give him that high.

When his kid is born, there’s a break in the clouds; a reason to change.

Only too little too late. 💔

When he gets a chance to do it again, he does it for his son.

Miguel is not a neglectful father by any means. If anything he’s a little helicopter-y at first.

He encourages his kids into extracurriculars; anything to keep them off the streets.

If they play sports, he’s at every game/match. 🏀⚽️

If they do theatre, he’s got a playbill in one hand and a bouquet of flowers in the other. 🎭

Miguel is surprisingly artistic and I think his kids would love the drawings he does on their lunch notes.

He packs their lunch, doesn’t matter who his partner is. (If he has one)

Like season one Miguel wouldn’t do this but season six totally would; his kids have bento boxes and sometimes they have themes or colors for the day. 🧃

Purple bentos with ube cookies and grapes and jelly sandwiches.

Finds exotic snacks and stuff for them to try: different instant ramens and chocolates and whatnot.

“Today’s theme is Egypt!”

Watches Veggie Tales with them a lot. Knows all the words to “I Love My Duck”.

A Snoodle’s Tale always makes him cry.

Keeps a stash of different jellies and peanut butters to make the perfect PB and J for his kids.

“One strawberry and smooth, one grape and chunky, one…”

Kind of a parent who doesn’t mind picky eaters and just rolls with it.

Makes pancakes in different shapes.

“Smiley face coming up!”😭❤️‍🩹

He can’t tell his kids enough how much school is worth.

God knows he can’t help with their homework but he always tries

Gets his kids involved in academic pursuits

Makes flash cards with little drawings; basically takes the classes with his kids.

They’re bilingual too; he speaks Spanish at home to help them

Is a stay at home dad/works from home

When he’s working, he puts on Law and Order, and his older kids like to watch while he works.

Miguel knows all the endings and accidentally spoils it often😂

Gets them gifts on every holiday. They wake up to flowers on Valentine’s Day, chocolate bunnies on Easter, and even cinnamon rolls on Groundhog’s Day.

He just looks for a reason to let them know they’re loved.

Didn’t hear that growing up. His dad was in prison, his mom was kind of a hardass. So he doesn’t want there to be any confusion for his kids.

When they get in trouble at school, he overreacts. It scares him that they might make the same mistakes he did.

“I’m saving ten years of your life. Don’t fuck this up.”

When his kids get As in school, he has a full on celebration at home, even if they’re used to it. 🎉🥳

When his kids are bullied, his heart aches.

He remembers how the Latinos in prison treated him.

“I know what you’re going through, kid. I can’t tell you it always gets better, but you’ll find people who appreciate you, and those other people will kind of just fade away.”❤️‍🩹

If his kid comes out to him (sexuality or gender wise) he’s as supportive as he can be.

“I don’t know much about this stuff, kiddo. But… you’re my kid and I’m here for you.”

He respects their pronouns and their significant other’s pronouns. It may take him a minute but he’s trying.

His kids’ favorite thing to do with their father is the dishes; he turns on loud music and they sing and dance as they get their chores done.

He’s not especially strict, but when he puts his foot down he’s immovable.

His kids disagree sometimes but knows it comes from a place of love.

Unlike Chico, he’s fairly transparent with his kids about his past.

When he has to have the drug talk, he admits he used and it was the most confusing time of his life. He tells them he knows they’re going to make their own decisions, but hopes his honesty deters them a little.

He hopes if he’s honest with them, they feel like they can go to him with everything.

Has a policy where they can calm him drunk and as long as they don’t try to drive they come home without punishment.

Kind of a parent who allows his kids to go to the birthday party but not sleep over. He just gets nervous.

He holds “sleepovers” every weekend night when he and his kids set up the living room with snacks and pillows and blanket forts and watch movies all night.🎥

Goes to classes as an adult to get his GED/degree. He just wants his kids ti be proud of him.

And they are. His kids brag about him all the time. How their dad beat drugs and prison. How their dad survived.

“Youre so hard on yourself, daddy. We’re proud of you.”🥰

His mom loves her grandkids. She’s an intimidating abuela but she loves those damn kids.

When they get sick, Miguel takes off work and stays with them all day. He makes them chicken soup, looking up a recipe on his phone, plays Disney movies all day no matter how old they are, and gives them snuggles when they have a fever.

He adopts a dog for them and names her/him Julie/Donald.

The dog eats like a damn queen/king, and he enjoys preparing fun pupp-reciation treats for her/him.

When his mom offers to watch the kids while he goes on vacation, he spends the whole time calling home and asking about them. 😅

Like Chico has the Tickle Police, Miguel has Boo Boo Bear; a cheap stuffed bear he cut open the backside to and stuffed an ice pack in. 🧸

He tells people as long as his kids are healthy and happy, he’s happy.

When his kids accomplish anything, he’s in the audience, and they thank him.

They thank him for all the hours of care he’s given them.

The unconditional support.

“My Dad is my biggest hero, because he really truly did get out of Oz.”❤️❤️❤️

Bonus: When his kids are old enough to date, Miguel is actually really nice to their significant others. Like, he’ll invite them for dinner, learn things about them, and tell them to call him Dad or Mr. Miguel.

[canmom]

hi cuba i'm dad

I watched I Am Cuba, whose not-so-recent restoration was playing at the GFT. insanely well shot film, like the level of choreography to pull off those long takes and supercomplicated crane shots with no steadicams or anything is just mind bending. absolutely wild that the soviets didn't say "wow we have a banger on our hands here comrades" and play it everywhere - as a propaganda film, it did its job! definitely leaves you fired up to fight the Cuban revolution.

it is certainly a very didactic film, with the lesson of each vignette being pretty clear. but it is able to lend enough depth to the archetypal characters - the struggling sex worker from a slum who has to hide her relationship serving american visitors at a jazz club, the salt of the earth sugarcane farmer whose land is sold out from under him, the student revolutionary who hesitates to pull the trigger, the other farmer who only wants peace - to get you really engaged, though definitely the revolutionary characters (probably closest to the experience of the filmmakers) feel like they're the most fleshed out.

the third act, in which a revolutionary student plans to assassinate a regime cop (unnamed) but hestitates when he sees the man with his family, only to see that same cop murder first his friend and them himself, is maybe the most spectacular, with huge scenes of rioters getting blasted with water cannons, or the incredible funeral shot...

but it's not just these flashy huge shots; it's a gorgeously lit greyscale film (absolutely crazy detailed looking with the 4k scan, so cheers for that one Scorcese), ingeniously augmented by infrared photography in places to make it extra stark. more than that and so many shots have really elaborate blocking and camerawork, with the camera drifting from actor to actor, effortlessly sliding between closeup and longshot like it's in the hands of Ichirō Itano, which is wild for live action.

one relatively simple scene towards the end I noticed had a revolutionary arriving at a farmer's house and sitting down for the meal; the men argue, and the farmer goes to stand at the door, allowing the camera to perfectly frame the two of them and almost nothing else in the shot.

it is otherwise very happy to linger on a musical sequence, such as the intense club scenes at the beginning, in a way that feels way more modern than you'd think for the 60s.

the architecture of revolution-era Cuba is just as striking - some buildings, like the rooftop where Enrique tries to line up his shot, look like they could easily be modern buildings. compared to the romantic picture of something like Chico and Rita, of course, this is a film determined to remind you how bad things are, not just show you the touristy bits of Cuba. much of the film revolves around the question of violence - certainly from an agitprop angle, like act 3 is sorta should you hesitate (no), and act 4 is like will you be OK if you keep your head down (no); many of the revolutionary songs are in major part about how it's good and righteous die for the country.

when first shown, it was criticised in Havana for stereotypical depictions of Cubans - which doesn't entirely seem unfair, they are kind of stock characters for the most part, although portrayed with a lot of humanity. in the Soviet Union, meanwhile, it got criticised for not being propaganda-y enough, which is wild because to my mind it works better at getting its emotional message across than most oldschool propaganda films I've seen. that said, I definitely need to watch more critical Cuban films from the same period like Memories of Underdevelopment, or recent ones like Strawberry and Chocolate, for some contrast.

all in all cool film, big shoutout to @hamiltonianflow for suggesting we watch it together <3

[louis-ii-reyes-strand]

thank you @birdclowns @thisbuildinghasfeelings @heartstringsduet @lemonlyman-dotcom @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut for the tags today 🖤 I don't have a lot to share (i've had the busiest week of my life probably) so i'm just gonna post the end of the scene from this snippet i posted a while ago from Tangled Roots.

“You need a ride home and–” 

“I can get the bus. I’m thirteen, I’m not a baby!”

Luisa held her hands up placatingly. “As evidenced by you getting the bus here all by yourself, well done!” 

Carlos glared at her, felt anger buzz under the skin of his upper arms, and felt his core tremble as he curled his hands into fists. He didn’t need to be mocked right now. 

 “I came to tell you that I can come to your game next week.”

The anger he had been feeling drained out in an instant. “What?” 

“Yep, I moved some things around.”

Carlos had been disappointed when Luisa told him about the plans she had with her friends, though he tried not to show it. They had spent hours in the backyard throwing to one another, making up drills to practise other skills, and he wanted to show off to her. Show off how much she’d helped him. Ana and their mom would be there, but they didn’t get baseball like Luisa did, they didn’t live and breathe for it like Luisa did. It wasn’t Ana or his mom who threw the pitch on the ball he broke the shed window with. It wouldn’t be the same.

“But you’re supposed to go to Gabriella’s family lakehouse.” 

Luisa shrugged. “There’ll be other times.” 

“They’re selling it and this is the last weekend they can use it.” 

Luisa shrugged again. “It’ll probably be boring anyway. They already sold the jet skis.”

Carlos threw himself at her, careful not to jab himself in the stomach with her knees or knock her off where she was still sitting on the fence. “Thank you,” he whispered as she slowly returned the hug. 

He felt her brush a hand over the back of his head, then squeeze him tightly.

“He wants to be there, you know?”

Carlos sighed and tried to pull away, giving in as soon as Luisa showed a little resistance. He could’ve broken her hold if he wanted to, already strong for a thirteen-year-old, but he didn’t want to. They didn’t hug very often anymore. 

“I know.” He scrunched his eyes closed against the tears he’d been fighting since he found out. “But it’s my first game of the season and he promised.” 

“I know, Chico.” 

“I just don’t understand why he never tries to come,” He confessed in a small voice, in part because he didn’t want Luisa to hear him, in part because he didn’t want to hear himself. “I’ve seen the pictures and videos of him at all your games, or Ana’s dance recitals. Why doesn’t he want to come to mine? What did I do wrong?”

Luisa made a hurt sound and it broke Carlos’ heart more than finding out his Dad wasn’t going to make his game. He did that, he hurt her, and he never wanted to, not really. “You haven’t done anything wrong. I promise you, Dad wants to be there, but his work is important.” She jostled him in her arms, trying to defuse the tension. “And besides, I’m going to be at every game and I’m a much better coach than Dad is.” 

Carlos huffed a half laugh despite himself. “You better be.”

Luisa squeezed him again. “I’ll be there whenever you need me.” 

It felt like she was promising a lot more than a season of baseball games. 

Carlos sniffed. It was too much, they didn’t talk like this, they didn’t make declarations like that. They knew, of course, they did, but it had to remain unsaid. That was the Reyes way. 

Luisa let go of him and then hopped off the fence, jogging a few steps so her back was to him, giving Carlos a chance to quickly wipe at his eyes. Luisa had broken their rules, and Carlos wasn’t going to break any more by crying. 

“Now,” she said as she turned around. Her eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, but her face was dry. “Do you want to saddle up and head out onto the trail? Or should we go home and work on your ground balls?” 

Carlos scoffed, the noise thick with emotion and the unshed tears he hadn’t quite willed away. “I don’t need to work on my ground balls.”

Luisa shook her head with a smirk, eyes flashing with mischief. “You do if you ever want to play short for the Astros.” 

Carlos bristled, he would show her just how good he’d gotten. “Let's go home.”

He began to walk towards the gate but a noise from Luisa stopped him. She held the lead rope that had been hanging on the fence up in her hand. “Are you forgetting something?” 

Carlos slunk back over to her and snatched the rope out of her hand. She may have helped with how he was feeling about his dad, but he still didn’t appreciate her telling him what to do. 

Her laughter followed him all around the paddock while he tried to get [horse name] back in his stable. 

Luisa made him thank Tío Tomás before they left even though Carlos had seen him for all of a minute before disappearing into the stable. Then she packed him into the passenger seat of the pickup truck she wasn’t technically supposed to drive and let him pick which CD they listened to for the short journey home.

i'm tagging: @carlos-in-glasses @reyesstrand @bonheur-cafe @lightningboltreader @liminalmemories21 @chicgeekgirl89 @welcometololaland @theghostofashton (if you've already done it and i've missed it, please tell me!) and no pressure as always 🫶🏻

[voidstilesplease]

Patrivan Drives Me Nuts and Here's Why: Part 6

S5E5: Please, Tell The Truth [prev, first]

-> Because Ivan Confirms That He Likes Patrick Without Confirming That He Likes Patrick

Hola, chicos! This is it! We're here!!! Positively vibrating in my seat because we're now at the best episode of the last two seasons of Elite hands down, and the ultimate patrivan serve. Just- the delivery of Manu and Andre this episode is insane. However bad the previous couple of episodes for this two were, episode 5 singlehandedly fixed for us.

Because let's just come out and say it, shall we? We're all thinking of that scene, aren't we? 😏 In the latter half of the episode? That scene that we have waited for, but still hit us like a train wreck when it happened. I don't know, was that just me? Because for a minute, I thought it was going in a completely different direction (ahem Cruz).

Well, we are going to talk about that scene eventually because I have also just realized something about it that resonates with Patrick's "Five Seconds" in S4 and I'm so not normal about it, but I also have so much love in general for this episode that I couldn't just dump all of it in a single post. I think I'll divide E5 into 3 different ones, at least. But this one, this one isn't for that scene yet. Because it's a crime not to dedicate an entire post to this other tender moment between the two. And that's:

6.1 THE LAWN

*whimpering in the background while writing this, because look at them. LOOK AT THEM 🥺*

So, before we see them on the lawn, we first catch Ivan crying at the lobby and automatically think it's because of Ari's rejection, yes? Because the scenes are cut out to suggest such. But it turns out, that it's actually not. (I mean, good grief, what's he to cry about Ari anyway? Because he helped her cheat on her boyfriend? 🙄) It turns out, that it's because his dad is potentially changing football teams, and they might be leaving again soon, just when Ivan has found people he cares about and wants to stay for in Spain.

Oddly, Ari is one of those people. I won't deny that (though I really want to gloss over that 🙄). But it's not because of what Ivan's trying to imply. But rather, because she's the proof of what Ivan has always known about his sexuality. Having desires for Ari is familiar; being desired by Ari is familiar. And so he wants to cling to that familiarity after all the confusing feelings he's repressing for Patrick. (Also, maybe he's just into cheaters idk LMFAO)

BUT, straight out of Ivan's mouth, we know that what he feels for Ari is a far cry from what he feels for Patrick.

HOWEVER, as I have mentioned in a previous post, he's trying to make his crush on Ari a bigger deal than it actually is, while desperately masking the depth of his feelings for Patrick with 'friendship'.

I mean, this conversation just says it all, tbh.

*SCREAMING SOBBING WALLING LIKE AN IDIOT*

Istg, this is driving me nuts. How could it not? Because what Patrick said, just before this, about them being out of sync because they're looking at different directions, couldn't be more accurate in this dialogue. I MEAN, he said-

"What you and I have." "WHAT YOU AND I HAVE." gaaaaahhhh *pulling at the roots of my hair in pure agony*

Ivan, dear boy. You have what you're looking for, you're just not... looking. *wails*

He wants to have in a romantic relationship what he has with Patrick, but with a girl. *sputtering in total disbelief* Is that why he's so insistent on Ari? Patrick's twin freaking sister? Patrick's literal girl version? Istg, istg-

It's absolutely killing me that Ivan knows the exact emotional connection he needs and wants from a partner but his mind is too fixed on getting it from a specific gender. And since he's found it in the wrong gender, he's pushing himself more onto Ari and away from Patrick 😭. Like-

Ivan, porfa. Por favor, dios mio. 🙏 I'm kinda sad, kinda desperate, kinda frustrated at you. Just- *deep breaths*

ANYWHO-

I take this scene as the confirmation of Ivan's romantic attachment to Patrick, and I will die on this hill. I mean, how else am I supposed to read this, huh? Because don't even get me started on the way they look at each other-

Cue Tate McRae's "Friends Don't Look At Friends That Way". Because bitch no, they really don't. Unless they're in denial, which is what Ivan is.

And, good Lord, by the end of this episode, I'll even be singing a different tune. This time: "You say we're just friends. But friends don't know the way you taste la la la."

Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste La La La

Friends Don't Know The Way You Taste La La La

*la la la's my way to the exit* 💃

credits to Netflix Italia's La storia di Patrick e Ivan in Elite 5

[mag7dumbies]

WHO IN THE MAG7 IS LGBT+ (and who are they dating/Ed)

The Original Sassy Seven+Petra

Chris Adams is Bisexual. and has had sex with Harry at least once. He had a slight romantic relationship with Britt but it was more soft flirtation than anything physical. Of course he and Vin are a couple of marrieds

Britt is Ace. which is why Chris and him did not last long. He and Lee are a couple (I’m not sure if I got that from fic or from canon I just don’t know and I don’t care cause it’s perfect)

Lee is a gay southern belle. he just seems like he is an old queen who has a wonderful relationship with his husband, Britt. and goes to the same gay bar for about 20 years and but will gleefully hit on straighties who try to take over the bar

Harry is like straight but has sex with men HE IS ANCIENT ROMAN. that’s his sexuality I don’t know how else to describe it. But whatever he and Chris have it’s weird and there is not an English word for it (that I know of)

Vin is complicated like he probably wouldn’t have a word for it but he isn’t interested in women that much. But he and Chris are married

O’Reilly is straight like he’s a divorced dad who wears socks and sandals and has a lot of gay friends (that he didn’t know were gay until later)

Chico is very straight and hates his Bisexual wife Petra

Petra is bisexual and does have a girlfriend (they are very off and on and only stop dating after she and Chico get married but they stay friends)

The Boys+Mary,Inez, Raine, Casey and Sarah

Chris Larabee is bisexual. He, Buck, and Sarah were in a poly relationship for about 7 years, he and Buck broke up for good a few months after the fire. Chris and Vin are in love and married (it took a bit for it to take cause both of them wouldn’t know how to deal with those kinds of emotions).

Buck is pansexual (look labels don’t matter Buck will Flirt, Fuck, and Fist anyone who will have him) he and Chris were a slight item during the war but honestly that was just the war talking and didn’t actually have the love talk until Sarah was in the picture.

Ezra is Ace and genderqueer. That dress came somewhere and it came from his stuff. they will use all the pronouns. Honestly I do ship Vin and Ezra but like my otp is Chris/Vin sooooo uh yeah it is difficult

Vin is non-binary but uses male pronouns but he is still non-binary. Like I said he and Chris are married and I could see he and Ezra having a fling before Vin and Chris were a thing.

Nathan is straight but can admire the male body enough that he can question himself (ATF Nathan kissed a man in college because he honestly was curious, he didn’t hate it but it didn’t feel right)

Josiah is Demi and will fall in love with men and women (India definitely opened many doors for him) but he needs to be mentally stimulated by his company (like when he fell in love with a demon aka Maude)

JD is trans and Straight. You can rip the trans headcanon out of my cold dead hands because why else would he never contact anyone from Boston and go to the west without any plans.

Inez is a lez she will steal your wife and local news women

Mary is bi but didn’t know until her husband died (she and Terry would have been an amazing couple) but more importantly she and Inez settle down and become Gal pals

Raine is straightish kinda in the same boat as Nathan

Casey is bi and she and JD had a very long conversation about how she fell in love with JD when she believed he was full man and just because he was born differently doesn’t mean she sees him as such (terfs are not welcome on this blog)

Sarah is queer she’s kissed men she’s kissed women, she’s kissed both at the same time she’s queer

The Gayest version of the Magnificent Seven ever to exist (so far)+Emma

Sam probably is straight but like I could see him on the aro or Ace spectrum

Jack Horne is also straight

Red harvest also straight but I do like him with Teddy Q

Goodnight could not be bi-er. Everyone knows he and Billy are in love mostly because Goody CANNOT keep his hands to himself

Billy is low key gay and he likes it that way he probably would have stayed by himself if it wasn’t for Goody bombarding into Billy’s life

Faraday is like pretty fluid like he isn’t straight and has had relations with men and women. He and Vasquez may hate each other but it’s mostly because they want to jump each other bones

Vasquez is fairly close to the vest he doesn’t really do the whole having label things. But he is Bi. And he and Faraday are in love

Emma is probably straight

If y’all want I would love to hear your opinions

[lunasphantom]

Mission: Rise of Rivalries-Chapter 1

Synopsis: Phoenix, a top assassin from a very secret group, the definition of girlboss.gaslight.gatekeep.No one knows her name but they call them Raven. A very intelligent killer whose kills have been studied by many (some very entertaining by the way). Studied by people like Dream. Dream, a mysterious detective,works with the government. The only person who found Phoenix,she was hard to track but in the end he did find her. Now, these two establishments come together to take over a shared target, Sleepy Bois Inc. A family who has gotten into illegal business. How will these two sworn enemies, Dream and Phoenix, take over the most powerful family.

TW: blood,knives

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After their first tension filled meeting Dream and Phoenix were ready to go on their first step of their mission. Mexico. Throughout the way to the airport and during their time in the airport Dream was acting nothing but like a child. Unlucky for him Phoenix knew exactly which points to push, which made the whole trip entertaining for her. However it wasn’t nice that he was also being mean to ones around him, leaving Phoenix with a lot of “Excuse me”’s. It was like apologizing for your dad's bad behaviour to service. It’s not like Niki or Puffy could give Phoenix a word of advice for handling him.The plane was lowering down, “Be an asshole to me stop being an asshole to a waitress you are starting to become a Karen.” Phoenix argued towards Dream. Dream didn’t acknowledge her at all but just kept “reading” the file for the mission. Phoenixs takes the file from his hands, harshly. “I was looking through that.” Dream says as he looks through Phoenix’s eyes for the first time. Phoenix takes a big inhale “No you weren’t you were just staring in the void.”

“I was thinking of ways to kill you.” Dream said with a smirk and Phoenix just rolled her eyes ``You are just begging to have your hands around my neck.'' It was Phoenix’s turn to smirk now. Dream got stiff over the change of subject. As the plane lowered down Dream's hand tightened on the seat. “Big man afraid of planes,” Phoenix said in a joking manner, hoping to Dream huffed “Haha very funny.” “Have we figured out our story yet.” “Story for what?” “Our couple story, how we met and stuff” Phoenix explained with a slight annoyance “It’s all written on the file” Dream turned to Phoenix. “But who likes going by the book? I’d say we met at a farm” Dream just rolled his eyes. His previous annoyance was replaced with a glint of playfulness “What if we used the real story of how we met?” Dream said wanting a payback over the mention of his hands on her neck. “Before or after you stabbed me” Phoenix asked not even lowering her voice down, earning an eerie look from the old lady beside her “You stabbed me first.” The bickering of who stabbed who first continued until the plane landed. They got their luggage called a cab to go to their hotel. Throughout all of this none of them said a word.

Their hotel room was nice and large enough for other things (knives,guns,computers) to fit in. “Oh you have got to be kidding me” Dream said as Phoenix was fascinated with the amount of food inside the mini fridge. “What happened?” Phoenix said as she opened a small bottle of vodka.Phoenix’s eyes scanned over the room to see that there is only one bed. “You” said Dream pointing at her “are sleeping on the couch.” “Huh no” “Oh yeah I think so.” “You know how my back gets” “Your back will be fine Y/- Phoenix” Dream spit out her name like venom. Unbothered by the sudden rise of emotions from Dream “Rock paper scissors.The one who reaches 3 wins” “We aren’t kids.” “Do you have any other ideas or are you just afraid of losing?” Dream thought for a minute and finally gave up. “Fine” He marched over her like a child. Both of them got into a sort of a stance position, it was a funny sight to see. Two kids fighting over the bed. The game was intense, especially the last round “Rock paper scissors shoot.” Both of them said at the same time. Dream won against Phoenix. As she was about to scream, Dream's phone rang, it was from George. “Did you two arrive?” “Yes we did.” “Okay put me on speaker I also need to talk to her.” Dream looked at Phoenix who was sitting down in defeat eyeing the couch, trying to seduce it to come to her. Dream put George on speaker “She can hear you know.” “Hey George!” Phoenix yelled since Dream was far away, she stood up and approached Dream so she could hear George. “Oh thank God you are alive.I don't have to get rid of any bodies.” “Not yet.” both of them said at the same time. “If I say please, will you not kill each other?” “If you get down on your knees, sure I’ll consider.” Phoenix replied with a smirk.

George laid out the plan for them. It was easy:

Do good in poker to gain Quackity’s attention (Dreams job.)

Talk with Karl enough to get to know him

Get a game with Quackity

Threaten

Get info

Run

Seemed easy and logical. A plan with 0 risk

Couple hours had passed, and Dream and Phoenix were getting ready. Dream wore a suit, a navy green suit while Phoenix wore a matching dress which suited her body elegantly. Dream also saw how this dress made her look beautiful, powerful, it was like the day they first met.

“You look rather lonely for someone this handsome.” Y/N approached Clay in a confident manner without a smirk, showing that she is quite the humble one when it came to her confidence. Clay chuckled while taking a sip from his drink “You look rather beautiful for someone who will be spending the night alone.” Clay said as he leaned down to her “or maybe I can change that.” Clay whispered into Y/N’s ear. It has been a while, a long while since Y/N had been affected by someone like that. Even though she looked powerful Clay could take her walls down with a simple touch, a whisper even just a look from day one. Y/N leaned in more, she tied her hands around his tie pulling him even more close. “Who said I was going to spend the night alone.” Y/N whispered back to Clay. Let his tie loose and walked over her next target.

“What were we threatening them with again?” Phoenix yelled from the bathroom, making a few last touches on her makeup. “You should know it by now, you will do it after all.” Dream said “Well you didn’t let me change our names and how we met, for the first time I am going by the rules. Might as well know it deeply.” Phoenix told Dream as she looked at him through the mirror “They betrayed SBI, released info apparently, almost causing the downfall of the company.” “Why don’t we just let them take down their own business then?” “People who have the information were killed so the family never found out about the betrayal.”

Y/N P.O.V

“Maybe you should do the talking.” I suggested as I walked towards Dream. “And why is that?” He was trying to tie his navy green tie which made his eyes shine through. “Let me do that,” I muttered to him. Seeming to hear it, he let go of his tie and turned towards me. He wore the same tie when we met. “You know betrayal better than I do.” “Phoenix not again.” Dream growled under his breath. “I am not wrong though. You used me to get to my organization. I read that report you know. Shame you didn’t mention our sex life as well, would’ve been more fun.” “You would’ve liked people to know how I fucked you” “Pretty sure we fucked each other Clay.” I said as I tightened his tie around his neck and he grabbed his knife. He pushed me against the wall, his knife was now on my neck and my hands magically didn’t let the tie slip. “Don’t call me Clay.” “Oooh are you mad that I made you realize you were a real person?” I mocked him. “I can kill you.” “Don’t say that to an assassin, we are way too creative.” His knife went in deeper to my neck, but not deep enough to cut it. He took a big breath in “I am not a traitor, you know that.” I looked into his eyes. One who knew him well would argue that Dream got colder after me. Dream got colder after “love” because he didn’t know how to handle it. I heard these arguments from his friends, these arguments over why he got “cold”. However “Eyes never lie chico.” His eyes were the real traitors for his emotions, which made me think back to everything. “You said you would never leave and you left.” I mumbled. He took a step back, confused by my answer. I let the tie loose, it fell to the floor. I took a deep breath, gained my composure back. “Now, let’s gamble shall we?You’ll be fine without the tie.”

I thought I had the toughest job but it turned out to be easy. Karl Jacobs was probably the nicest bartender/ I just watch people gamble so I can psychoanalyse man I’ve ever met in my entire life. Dream played well enough to impress Quackity and we both deserve an Oscar for our performance as a couple. This came naturally to us. Even before we were “dating”, before I knew about his plans of turning me in. I always blame Dream, but I wasn’t any different. We portrayed what we felt differently even though we were the same drug. Quackity bought our act as a couple and told us that he would love to play a card game together in his office, which was downstairs, and Karl would also be there.

We started going downstairs with Dream's hand on my back. The room wasn’t lit enough but I guess it’s to add to the tension. “Come on gentlemen and lady. Lets play, '' Quackity said with a smirk. I think this whole “come to my basement” was just to get money back from Dream cause that man actually knows how to play poker now. Karl laid out all the cards. “If you cheat I will catch you.” Karl said as he sat down comfortably on his chair. “We’ll see about that.” I said with a tight smile. The game was going on. Dream cheated two times but wasn’t caught. But guess who was….me. “No, give me the card back.” Quackity said sternly. “Oh come on you gamble and you cannot handle cheating.” “Cheating means dishonesty and that is a betrayal of my trust. That's important to me.” He said giving me the deadliest look, he fell right into the trap. “How did they react?” “How did who react?” he asked genuinely intrigued. “How did the SBI family react when they found out you released important information but was shit at covering it.” I said as I leaned over the desk to get closer to Quackity who was sitting in front of me. I heard Karl gulp, the smirk Quackity once carried fell from his face. I got up from the desk “I mean come on! Throwing them into the river.” I said as I traced my hand over Karl. I got a chance to look at Dream who wore a smug triumphant look.

“I can come up with more creative ideas, you know.” I said looking straight at Quackity ``And you both can be my little tests to see which one gets the job done faster and cleaner.” I said and finished it with a smile. “What do you want?” “Information.” Dream replied coldly “Why would we give it to you?” Karl asked “This family isn’t helping you, they are stopping you from growing your own company and you are basically their sl-” “One way or another we are going to get to that family Karl and Quackity.” I cut Dream off. “A family that doesn’t care if I kill you now or later. But I am sure they would be itching to kill you when they find out about the leak.” I leaned down to Quackity “I heard they are also very sensitive about this.” The next move came at a very vulnerable moment: Quackity pushed me against the wall and pulled out a knife and dragged the knife against my stomach. Not deep enough but still a wound that’s going to sting. Since I am used to pain, both internally and externally, I couldn’t show much reaction (which seemed to worry Quackity) “They are holding a ball on the 20th. It’s masked, you can go, I can arrange the invitations.” Quackity whipped his head around and took the knife out. “They are right Quackity we are literally slaves, this family needs to be taken down. You were talking about your own plans last night, this is your chance.” Karl pleaded. Quackity thought for a minute, looked at us “Go. Karl will give you the things you need tomorrow just come here.” he grumbled. That was our queue to leave.

When we arrived at our hotel room I was exhausted. I also lost the rock-paper-scissors game for the bath. Again. As Dream was showering I decided to change into more comfortable clothes. Through the adrenaline and stress I totally forgot about my wound. I was deeply staring into the wound trying to decide whether it’s deep or just a surface-level one. I was into thinkin that I didn’t feel Dream’s presence “Who did this to you?” he whispered. I turned around. He looked at it and touched it. I winced. His eyes were filled with worry “Sorry I-” “I know” I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. “It was that Quackity guy wasn’t it.” Dream said sternly. “It’s fine, it has happened before.” “Come here, let me fix it.” he said as he held my hand and dragged me to the bathroom so he could fix my wound.

He pulled out the med kit and cleaned up my wound. Every touch had an electrifying effect on my body. I was extremely tired but his touch seemed to give me back life.He didn’t look at the wound all that much, it was as if he was a pirate who already knew his way around the map, the map being my body. With every touch that could cause me to wince he would look up like a child. He finished it off and got up. Our position wasn’t much different from the one where he was pressing a knife to my neck. Well now it was minus the knife and I wasn’t pressed against a wall. “We can sleep together if you would like?” Dream offered his eyes softening. “I won't mind” I checked my bandage to make sure I didn’t start bleeding again. Dream had already gone inside the bed, I followed him and went on the other side. We didn’t talk after that, we were both silent as if his touch on my body had a silencing curse. After shifting a bit more I finally faced Dream again. “Stop shifting it will start to bleed again.” his eyes were closed “You will get away with my death if I just bleed to death” “The scar isn’t that deep” “You never know” I argued “You and I both know that.” “Fine whatever. You’ll clean up the mess when I die.” I said and turned my back to him “Just go to sleep before I regret taking care of you.” “Sweet dreams Dream” the smirk was lingering on my tone. I heard him chuckle but it was a very muffled chuckle “Good night Phoenix.”

[dannyd0levito]

September 26, 2020

I’m not sure why, but I find myself not being able to look directly outside through the window. It’s blue and grey, and quite gorgeous as the world wakes up. I’ve been awake since 5:12 a.m. myself. I’m reading a book I don’t remember the name of, but it inspires me to type out my feelings as I find my eyes blurring and my chest get tight. My throat has been dry and caught the entire time I read it.

           It’s a story of a 17-year-old girl who has had a bad run in with someone named Fucking Frank, coping with the loss of her friend, Ellis, who attempted suicide and didn’t die, but lost enough oxygen to her brain to essentially be a vegetable. She was homeless, her father and dog dead at some point and her mother physically abusive, and she was raped. She tries to escape everything by cutting so deeply with broken mason jar glass in an attempt to end the buzzing and pain but ends up in a hospital and is later transferred to an all-girl nut house. Now, she’s staying at a friend’s studio home, which is really a done-up garage, and struggles to find a sense of normal.

           I found myself relating to it a little too much all at once. It reminds me of my time at Heritage Oaks off Auburn Boulevard in Citrus Heights. I don’t remember exactly how old I was, but I think I was living in Orangevale in Sarah’s studio-home at the time. I think Charlie and I weren’t technically together at the time because I remember a guy in the loony bin taking an interest in me, which now that I think of it, might have been the first and only time in my life a person took interest in me first. I often forget about it, though, because everyone was crazy in that place. He gave me his number before I was discharged at the end of my two weeks and told me the day he was going to be released. I waited in the parking lot for him that day, but never saw him walk out. I haven’t heard from or seen him again.

           A couple months later, the crazy festered more and I tried to find him since he wasn’t answering calls or texts, no acknowledgment of the voicemail I had left. I found his name on the Internet associated with a pizza place in Chico. I remember calling them, the woman who answered sounding very skeptical and confused, but promising to pass on the message that Dani was calling for him. I don’t even remember his name. It’s stalkerish and creepy to do that, now that I look back on it. But I didn’t know this at the time and had no ill-intent. I just wanted to connect to someone who seemed to like me and see me, even when I was at my lowest point. I figured if someone could like me in there, then they could like me for who I really was.

           But I was wrong once again.

           I’m tearing up as I write this, but it’s not sadness. I don’t know what it is exactly. Something deeper, more like grief and depression and hopelessness. A loss of some kind. Innocence, maybe?

           Everything hurts in me right now and feels dark. The void is opening back up for some reason. I was getting so good at bottling my emotions – I envision a mason jar – and sucking it back into some hidden away part of me, but that fucking book opened it all back up.

           I’m relating to that 17-year-old girl somehow, but she was worse off than me. Sure, I attempted suicide that landed me in the nuthouse years ago. I don’t remember how old I was at the time. I think old enough to drink, maybe. Maybe it was 2015.

           I would’ve been 21 at the time, turning 22 July of that year, but I had been drinking and doing drugs long before then.

           I started smoking pot heavily after I started working at KFC when I was 16. I was vehemently against alcohol until I met Charlie. I was against it because of my mom.

           I don’t know why I clung to that relationship like I did. I don’t even remember who he was anymore. But that happens with all of my exes. At some point, I think I’m so enshrouded in a cloud of dissociation, I never really see them for who they are. They become an extension of myself that I project onto. And I don’t really know who’s fault that is. I’ve been told I’ve gaslit others and had it done to me in return by soon-to-be ex-husband. But I don’t really know if I believe the latter.

           I think I paint myself in a better light so someone will pity me at the very least. Making myself the victim and manipulating others to feel bad can be easy. But I really try not to. I’ve just heard that I do that. I don’t consciously do it, I just talk about how I’ve felt and what has happened to me in the past, and I talk about it casually because I know that despite how fucked up it sounds, I brought it all onto myself. Therefore: do not feel bad for me. Shit sucks wall-to-wall, but I know it was of my own curation and I’m at fault.

           I think about how alone my dad is. He has his friends and has always been very charismatic, but he has also been very manipulative emotionally. I never could get a full read on him. Sometimes, he seems quite jovial and polite and nice, like he’s really turning a corner and opening up. Then the more time I spent with him, the real him came out incrementally. If it happened all at once, he’d scare people away. But to normalize it slowly over time traps a person and they don’t realize it until years later what has been done. I think that’s why Marie left him without any warning and won’t go back.

           I’m like him in my own eyes. I don’t have an identity; if someone were to ask me who I am, I wouldn’t know how to answer. I’m a person, but I struggle with assigning even a gender to myself. I’m a biological woman, but I don’t feel like one. It’s not gender dysphoria because I don’t feel like a man, either. But something a little further down the road. I don’t feel like a woman because I don’t feel like a person at all. At best, I can describe my experience up to this point as watching the world through a lens, like a movie that I’m witnessing.

           I dissociate so often that I can’t remember most of my past and don’t even know when it’s happening. Others around me can’t pin-point when it occurs either. I’m really good at switching on auto-pilot. I’m existing at this point, not thriving or living. I’m usually okay with this.

           Occasionally, the cracks deepen and the emotions seep out a little. Like this morning. I think it’s been about a decade since I’ve written my emotions down like this. As a kid, I had tons of journals and treated them as the friend I never had: something to keep all my secrets.

           I still don’t have friends. The closest I have to this is Jerry. Everyone else is an acquaintance. But I don’t even view Jerry as a friend, or really a person. But I don’t say this out of spite or hatred, or anything malevolent. I think it’s just due to my morphing him as part of my weird way of viewing life through a gaussian blur filter. I know he’s a living, breathing individual and yet somehow, I see him as just another extension of myself. I’m still not sure how to explain it, but he’s not real to me anymore.

           Once upon a time, he was. Something happened to me between now and then, though. I fought hard for him from mid-2018 through about September of 2019. He really drew me to him, someone who could understand how bleak life really is for some of us and all the depth of pain a person can experience without being able to fully comprehend. Broken to broken, blind leading the blind.

           It was a mistake I now see. But not a regretful mistake. Just a natural one, like with everyone else in my past. Tom was a mistake. Charlie was a mistake. And every other man and boy before him depending on what age I was.

           It’s been a really long time since I’ve come apart like I am this morning. I guess I needed to at some point or I’d lash out again. It was cyclical for a couple years, my emotions. Despite how fucking terrible I felt every waking moment and wanted to end the pain, I could count on it. But I’ve been empty since maybe February of this year. Jerry screamed at me and something inside me snapped. It’s not his fault, I incite anger in others and goad them. But something in breaking him broke me, I think. I’ve been an empty vessel ever since. It’s pleasant not feeling most of the time, but when I do, it’s like I’m crying over the deceased and I don’t know why.

           I’ve been hurting a lot lately. I’m upset I can’t remember the good times from exes. Not for any reason in particular other than taking personal inventory of how my brain works. I remember some times from Tom, like us going to the San Francisco zoo for his birthday in 2016 so he could see the bears since they’re his favorite. I remember having a good day and I even have photos saved from that day, but I don’t remember emotionally. It doesn’t feel like that day even existed. I often daydream about being saved by someone and that memory holds the same sensation.

           Now he’s divorcing me. I don’t exactly remember where things went wrong, but I know it’s because of me. It was before 2018 when I started to get frustrated with us. He was calm and very nice, but also very cold. I know I got to see a part of him he didn’t allow anyone else to see, something reserved for significant others, and yet we couldn’t speak each other’s love language. His was touch, mine was thinking. He picked the wrong damaged person. My ability to love through touch has been skewed through rape, molestation, and sexual assault before him. Then, the same things happened while I was with him. Once from a man posing as a Lyft driver in 2018 when we had a fight at Pre-Flite on Kati’s birthday. Once in early 2019 when a “friend” from Bakersfield came all the way up to see me under the guise of missing me from high school and as an opportunity to catch up; he instead sodomized me in his hotel then left right after, but not before I offered to buy him dinner. He was antsy the whole time and during dinner, he took a pretend call saying his girls got hurt and he had to drive all the way back home. I tried to make it work logically in my mind, saying that this happens, it’s okay, he didn’t do what I think he just did. But I never heard from him again. Then Tom did it. I don’t think he meant to do it, but I can’t answer that honestly anymore. He had pent up sexual frustration and unfortunately, my experience with the men in my life included that in the form of rape. I know not all men are bad, and I know it’s my fault for picking people like this. But it still hurts. Right after I moved out, summer of 2019 when we separated, we got drunk at Burning Barrell. I was too much to drive, so he took me back to his place where I promptly blacked out. A few hours later I woke up undressed but not remembering how that happened. I was disoriented because I didn’t remember the drive home and it terrified me for a moment as I didn’t recognize his room already, though it was maybe only a month after I moved out. I panicked and put two-and-two together, feeling violated by my own husband and his sad confusion as he apologized. I know he didn’t mean it. I think. But I wailed and sobbed and felt robbed all the same.

           I’m the most stable I’ve ever been as of this year. I lost almost 50 pounds, cleared my skin, and stopped drinking and doing drugs, which were primarily weed and cocaine. And yet, I feel the emptiest I’ve ever felt. I think I’m technically in a relationship with Jerry and I say so because I think he believes that, but we’re not in my mind. I don’t know who he is and I’ve closed away most of who I am because he would scream at it. I hide behind dark humor and anger towards outside sources that don’t matter, like the anti-maskers and the Black Lives Matter protesters, and I live in a world where I’m white but I’m also not entirely, but I’m afraid to feel the way I do because to not support something that I can’t make the emotional space for makes me the evil one.

           I can’t help it. I don’t care about police brutality. I don’t care about the conservative agenda and how Trump is admitting to dictatorship if he loses the election. I don’t even care about myself, so how can one expect me to support things outside of what affects me directly?

           I have to go back to feeling nothing shortly. Today is Steph’s birthday. I have to collect my innards and mush them back into place and paint my face into something acceptable because to be anything else but cheerful would be selfish. This is not a day for me; that day comes once a year and passes as quickly as it arrives because I don’t emotionally celebrate it. Sometimes, people around me do, but I surely don’t. Every year I get closer to 30, I feel more and more disillusioned and like a failure.

           I told myself if I were alive by 30, I’m ending it. I think I still hold that promise to myself. Except I’ve attempted suicide several times now and it hasn’t worked out yet. I’m not afraid of eternal death and don’t believe in any sort of afterlife, but I’m afraid of the pain, then fucking it up, then ending up worse off than I was before – paralyzed, a brainless zombie with no consciousness like those who experience hypoxia, and being unable to finish the job.

[wherethehellisderrymaine]

March Wrap up

Books: Poems and Fragments by Sappho Slugfest: Inside the Epic, 50 year ...  Afterparties (1/2) El hombre que fue Jueves (1/2) Naked Statues, Fat Gladiators, and War Elephants

Songs: cory wong - vulfpeck (lucho’s fav) freaky deaky - doja cat, tyga disco ulysses - vulfpeck malibu man - dan auerbach sagitario - hens smokin out the window - bruno mars, anderson paak silk chiffon - phoebe bridgers bouncin - tinashe family ties - baby keem, kendrick lamar complete mess - 5sos bam bam - camila cabello, ed sheeran another man’s jeans - ashe resident y bzrp session black summer - red hot chilli peppers wake me up - foals attention - justin bieber el idolo - bandalos chinos westcoast - onerepublic down flat - kelvyn boy surrender to me - firecityfunk sunroof - nicky youre open a window - rex orange county who cares - rex orange county  bones - imagine dragons  feels like - lucky daye  lost and lonesome - buffalo nichols  lose my cool - amber mark  freckles - lawrence  stuck in the middle - tai verdes  ayer te vi - louta  como un g - rosalia  sakura - rosalia pink lemonade - the wombats best days - alessia cara hice todo mal - las ligas menores everyday normal guy 2 - jon lajjoie  highway boys - zach bryan mavelous - wallows

Events:

war ukraine and russia love lucho  mum and dad came back from Bs As finished season 3 FARGO with Lucho.  I need to stop drinking and smoking, I feel bad and ugly and not like myself.  medical injurance -birth control pills  lucho sleepover - went to see The Batman (meh, I loved Zoe though) - sleep till late, we needed that - PERIOD CAME A WEEK EARLY - went to Antares’ Factory to have a beer - I ADORE him. - we ate ice cream (and I didn’t feel guilty) adn we watched “Cortar por la linea putneada” y la amé

emotional - PMS is killing me, i’m super tired - STARTED WORK and it was lovely :’) I have less hours but I think it’s gonna be best for me this year. 

Kar came back. We had a party with the whole gang and we had LOTS of drinks.I missed being all together.  BLOATED --- drinking and smoking too much --- my tongue burns  BODY DYSMORPHIA

ONE MONTH with L. We met at his tattoo appointment and then we went to his house. We ordered from La Hamburgueseria (i love that place), we watched Attack on Titan (i’m hooked, man), we drank WAY too many beers and we had sx. I missed him so much. 

i’ve been having unprotected sex with L and that is making me SUPER anxious bc i’m terrified of getting pregnant. I have to tell him bc it’s making me feel quite bad and the risk is killing me.  lots of work but happy Lucho came to el grosellar.  PLAN B PILL - the hormons are killing me.  LOLLA - c tangana cancelled --- loved every day. saw more bands than I expected and had a wonderful time with lari- Miseed Lucho a bit. First F1 race -- WE WON.

Thinking about having a relationship with Lucho. 

Saw Car and told me she’s moving to Spain next month.  Foo Fighters’ drummer, Taylor, passed away :(

fui al condor con nico y despues a dormir a lo de Lucho. Viciamos viendo Shingeki, comimos helado, me hizo tarta pascualina, y had sx. lo que adoro a éste chico no tiene dimension.  Le chocaron el auto y le rompieron el foco de atras y un espejo. mi bebéeee

[aion-rsa]

Deadly Class Episode 5 Review: Saudade

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A trip to Vegas becomes a psychedelic misadventure in this week’s Deadly Class, which ups the stakes by replacing old enemies with new.

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This Deadly Class review contains spoilers.

Deadly Class Season 1 Episode 5

Deadly Class took one of the pivotal road trips from the original comic and masterfully transformed it into a trippy, cinematic triumph that emphasized the careless overconfidence of youth during an authentically botched adventure that ended with a roiling confusion of emotions. The 80s nostalgia was thick in “Saudade,” but the fact that the story is now moving forward with the scarfaced antagonist we now know as Chester gives the series more cohesion than it has enjoyed recently. With the problems building for our group, an escape seems less and less likely, which appears to be exactly where the show wants its audience: in a fog of punk exuberance and hopelessness clinging to any island of connection we can find.

We have to remind ourselves that there’s a certain logic to Deadly Class when it places members of different gangs in situations together, and this week’s road trip allows for the unspoken friendships to exist outside of the school’s rigid social structure. Marcus in his voiceover, which contains babbling as often as profound philosophy, spoke truth in saying, “Human interaction is just a manipulation dance,” which is especially true at King’s Dominion, but Billy’s statement resonates more: “Life’s about who you love and what you do for them.” Saya may need an escape from her family, and Willie may anticipate a hookup that never comes with Saya, but Truly it’s about Marcus helping Billy punish his abusive father.

So why make the stop at the deadhead caravan for drugs? Because they’re kids in the 80s, that’s why. Forget the fact that Marcus and Billy need clear heads to carry out the planned assassination. They may talk about the Grateful Dead groupies as people following a horrible band dedicated to an empty cause, but what are they? Assassins in training attending a dysfunctional school dedicated to a flawed cause. But of course, Billy’s blowjob aside, the pit stop was all about starting the acid trip that dominated the episode.

And what a trip it was! Starting with another amazing Wes Craig animated sequence, Deadly Class took us on an extremely realistic LSD journey that included everything from a talking neon clown to a disproportionately large cop with a teeny-tiny fake ID. Marcus admits he was just trying to impress his friends but is really just terrified of being alone, but admirably, all of his friends sympathize with his having taken a larger dose, seeing as even one dose has Willie talking to flagpoles. Marcus’ goofy smile on the main strip, the glimpse of a Hunter S. Thompson character, and the cameo from Slimer of Ghostbusters fame were all delightful side effects of Marcus’ crucial mistake.

Yet even in his stupor, Marcus still manages to help Billy, even though the old man’s death was more of a fortunate accident than a true assassination. The emotion that comes pouring out of Billy (another expert performance from Liam James) while his father bleeds out on the floor tells us what we already know at this point: these kids are damaged, but they still crave love and belonging to a family. Billy’s dad may have been a degenerate cop and a terrible father for putting his son in indentured servitude to the mob, but he was still the Rat’s father. A heartbreaking scene, even in triumph.

Further Reading: Deadly Class Episode 4 Review: Mirror People

It’s the same with Maria. As much as we may wish to see her free of her abusive relationship with Chico, when she’s finally able to kill him, just as he’s about to dispatch Marcus and all of the witnesses to his crime, it brings little comfort. There’s something about the seduction of Marcus that doesn’t seem right and spoils her moment of triumph. She seduced him, a virgin, during a vulnerable time, and she must be aware of the growing affection between Marcus and Saya. But Marcus admitted, “The only way I can identify with anyone is through a similar painful experience,” and the connection was made even if he didn’t really want it. The glare Saya gives the couple as they kiss in the back seat on the way home is quite worrisome.

But then again, so is the fact that Chester knows exactly what transpired in Vegas and is certain to use it to his advantage. He’s determined to kill Marcus “with pizzazz, P.T. Barnum style” for deforming his face during whatever really transpired at the boys’ home, and he seems to have the patience and intelligence to come up with something truly terrifying. He presents much more of a problem than whatever Master Lin has in store, especially since his appearance at Marcus’ side after he won the slot machine seems to have been mostly illusory.

The truth remains: Chico is dead having killed a store owner and stabbed Billy. That can’t go unnoticed, and that’s why this episode of Deadly Class brought such promise. The stakes have been raised in almost every area of the show. The students’ accountability for their actions, their relationships romantic and otherwise, and the enemies that they’re making are all reaching a breaking point. Combined with the fact that this episode was filmed with such artistic flair make this a pivotal episode for the first season’s success. Let’s hope this momentum is maintained.

Keep up with all of the news and reviews for Deadly Class here!

Michael Ahr is a writer, reviewer, and podcaster here at Den of Geek; you can check out his work here or follow him on Twitter (@mikescifi). He co-hosts our Sci Fi Fidelity podcast and voices much of our video content.

4.5/5

Deadly Class

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Review Michael Ahr

Feb 13, 2019

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does roberto like to go to concerts ? what's his favorite artist or band ? has he introduced brazilian movies and music to his friends ? what about politics ? is he publicly against trump ? is he an activist ? what about the positioning of the brazilian community in the united states that support bolsonaro ? how does he feel about tony stark's imperialistic character ? & is he active on social media ?

random character questions ,  always accepting .

                                                CONCERTS —— -  roberto enjoys them ,  but that doesn’t go to say he’s actively at them ,  set aside the fact he probably never misses rock in rio or coachella   (  & you can guarantee he’s going dressed up to make sure he’s the best looking one there ) .    he likely occasionally makes appearances at music awards ,  but all that aside ,  he likely won’t go to a specific artist’s concert unless someone invites him .   he didn’t go to many when he was a kid either ,  which would play a role in why despite enjoying them ,  he’s not exactly enthusiastic about them .

                                               MADONNA .  he’s really fond of 80s music alongside many other things .   legião urbana ,  dianna ross ,  mj ,  prince ,  cyndi lauper —— -  all artists he loves ,  but in terms of being shamelessly bold  &  outspoken alongside their music ,  madonna tops the charts .    she had   /   has a way of showing off her confidence   &   that she’s aware of exactly where she stands ,    &   quite frankly ,   bobby loves controversial figures .    take in the fact that he himself is one .    he’s listening to material girl   &   papa don’t preach on his way to crash his own funeral .

                                              bobby’s likely had more friends watch novelas with him than movies .    during his time here ,   especially when he was younger ,   unless it was on one of his short term trips to brazil ,   he likely wasn’t hearing much about new movies or music there just because there isn’t much exposure to it here .    of course that changes later on but when bobby first got here he definitely did not have those connections to brazilian media   (  technically he arrived here in the 80s ,   but if we’re goin with his current age being his early mid - twenties as comic books know no time ,   the internet was definitely not so big   &   broad then as it is now  ) .    so aside from when he was actually there ,   globo   &   it’s novelas were his closest things to anything really .    of course ,   movies   &   music he already knew ,   he would share .    legiâo urbana is again on that list for music ,     &  he’d be a fan of old sambas   (  influenced by his mom who i’ve gotta write a meta on cause as i’ve developed more ideas for her   &   emmanuel’s characters  ) .    he’s introduced his friends to songs by chico buarque   &   cartola ,   alongside alceu valença   &   elba ramalho   (  who i know they sing forro   &   not samba but let’s throw them in  ) .    i’m not very familiar with brazilian movies   /   haven’t watched many myself to add them to this list but city of god is probably one he had his friends watch one night ,   considering how popular it also got here ,   it was an easy one .

                                              he is VERY political   &   he is very well informed with politics as a whole .    there’s really no way he would be able to entirely remove himself from it considering his father was a big political figure ,   but his own growth into it was slow .    when he first starts becoming an attention within the news   &   inherits da costa international ,   he would want nothing to do with the subject .    during that specific time   &   rise he really wanted to detach himself from the image of his father   &   that was one quick way to link him instead .    it wound up being a repulsive topic   &   one he was absolutely disgusted with .    this same time he wouldn’t exactly consider himself an  ‘ activist ’  of any sort either   (    &   truthfully ,   he probably never will use the term in reference of himself even though his actions may as well deem him one  ) .    he wasn’t very outspoken on issues though sympathetic with them ,   it was more so a thing he’d occasionally speak about as he does have a very strong intolerance towards various issues despite his desire to maintain himself out of certain lights in the media .

                                              now ,  as he gets more mature ,   bobby’s view on many things encounter a rather drastic change ,   a lot of matters he becomes conflicted on   (  his own perception of his father being one of them  ) .    it’s when he becomes outspoken with politics   &   stating his own thoughts   &   views on things :  policies ,   laws   &   ideas ,   etc .    inevitably ,   despite being a political figure ,   he’s one of influence ,   like his dad was   (  not to undermine that ,   his dad was the type of person to have backhanded tricks   &   work a lot under the table ,     &   bobby’s driven by ambition much like emmanuel   &   is very much capable of acting the same way if for other motives   &   under a pretense of being  ‘ a different story ’  ) .    politics is also heavily one of the reasons bobby becomes a very controversial figure .  he isn’t emotional about it as one might expect ,   if anything roberto shows himself off to be very cold blooded when one the topic of any political issue even if there are things that anger him   &   get him riled .    he can’t go around punching people or things as he normally would here —— -   though trump is one of the things he’d leave clear he’d like to make an exception on .

which is where trouble sets ,   because bobby’s gonna have to meet with trump quite a bit ,  but we’ll get to that .

he simultaneously begins being a bit more outspoken towards social issues during this .    he’s not the person who entirely   /   100% agrees with the popular views of subjects   /   matters ,     &   absolutely refuses to align himself with any movement or label even if he does work besides them often to combat   &   speak out on things he deems intolerable .

he does ,   to many’s surprise ,   chip in quite a bit about environmental issues .

he can’t go around punching people or things as he normally would here —— -   though trump is one of the things he’d leave clear he’d like to make an exception on.

                                             he’s pretty vocal on his dislike of trump from the start   &   it quickly goes from him making general witty   /   cynical   /   sarcastic remarks to actually touching on the matter of politic itself with the man .    trump most definitely wouldn’t miss the opportunity to acknowledge the fact that bobby is technically running a terrorist organization   ( even if he did turn it over to be resourceful   &   no longer considers it such ,   they’ve still got a pretty big focus with shit such as pretty heavy weaponry sO )     &   pointing out the matter that bobby could very much be   /   become a threat .    &   obviously when he’s running something so big   &   potent ,   if he’s taking or just handling some of that stuff on american soil ,   he’s gonna have to have a few settlements   /   discussions with the government   &   trump’s administration .    reports come out tense   &   he’s always got a witty thing to say about it ,   end of the day he’s really damn close to becoming an enemy of the state .    more so due to the fact he absolutely refuses to cooperate with the government in any manner .

                                              bobby’s already fed up with trump so by the time bolsonaro rolls in nothing’s really pretty about it .    he hops into the discussion much quicker   &   he’s definitely more involved ,   but when it comes to dealing with brazilians in the united states that support bolsonaro   &   his thoughts   /   positions on them —— -  beto’s gonna see really quick that sad truth   &   reality of the matter is that aside from a possible single outlier ,   they’re all very ,  very ignorant .    he’s not going to be the one to waste his time   &   energy on them when it’s quite obvious off the bat that there’s really nothing one can argue with them   (    &   bobby does believe that a valid reason can be brought up solely on the term of politic by those who support bolsonaro ,   but he doesn’t believe any of it can it outweigh the stuff he’s said   &   done .    inevitably when that’s the case he’s willing to sit down   &   speak on the subject ,   with all his distaste   &   disagreement ,   but the majority of the times it isn’t .    so he’s not going to waste his breath  ) .    are his own opinions out   &   known ?    yes .    is he going to continue speaking about it ?    yes .    but is he going to surround himself with people who are ignorant ,     &   willingly choose to continue to be so when they have the opportunity to sit down   &   educate themselves ?    no .    he’ll point out the hypocrisy in it ,   as most of these brazilians are actively against trump who is much less in comparison to bolsonaro ,     &   he’ll more than likely leave it to that rather than compromising his wellbeing with said people .

                                              answering the social media question before the tony stark one —— -  he’s on it but his activity is very sporadic   &   it’s all too common of him to be in some feud with someone .    when he’s active ,   it tends to be more so on twitter ,   but there are times he’ll be barely present there if present at all .    &   he does have an instagram where sometimes you might get a nice picture from him ,   but not too often .

                                              NOW ,   his thoughts on tony stark .  i think this can get interesting ,   & i think it should be taken into account how damn close roberto is to being much the same .    the man he was raised by   &   looked up to ,   his father ,   was tyrannical ,   extremely ambitious ,    &   inevitably ,    very imperialistic .    roberto took up a lot after him ,   whether that be for better or worse ,   especially in terms of ambition   (  charles xavier once wrote a card   /   letter   /   thingy about roberto even stating he believed roberto would wind up a villain   &   especially made a point of his ambition driving it —— -    &   while he was being unfair to make such a presumption when roberto was just a kid ,     &   truly did want to do what’s right ,   it really wasn’t a presumption without roots .    roberto had ,   by that point ,   shown some pretty nasty behavior ,   despite in all his efforts to be on the right end ,   despite the fact that more often than not he was on the right end of things  ) .    if it really wasn’t for roberto having some better sense of morals ,     &   factors   /   traits i really do believe were drawn from his mother rather than his father ,   he would be on the same foot over that matter .    alas ,  one of the few times i’ll be mentioning New Avengers on this blog ,   but even mariah hill made a matter of pointing out his ambition   &   having it be one of the many basis for her certainty that before long he’d wind up an enemy as well after he took over A.I.M.

                                              now ,   setting that down —— -    roberto’s aware of this matter about himself .      &   he’s aware of the nature of tony’s own character .    there’s a certain apathy to it .    there are things about tony he admires ,   from perspectives of business ,   mechanics   &   engineering ,   but he doesn’t see tony as being on this pedestal   (  which he at first perhaps ever slightly did  ) .    he had a slight admiration   /  appreciation for the avengers as a whole before joining the team himself ,   but while he was in there that definitely died .    in terms of tony ,  when roberto leaves the team telling steve that he wouldn’t go after friends ,   regardless of what they had done ,   tony was definitely one of those specified people he’s referring to .      &   he definitely left on better terms   &   a better view of tony than he did with steve .    but he also left with the knowledge of his own similarities with tony .

                                              so tl;dr ,  to summarize it —— -  roberto has a certain respect for tony ,   he is not approving of many of his characteristics   /   behaviors   /   manners ,   nor okay with many of them .    they don’t quite alter his views   /   opinions of tony ,   however ,   because he doesn’t really have many expectations of him ,  aside from expecting him to step up should some serious world - threatening issue come along ,   cause that’s kind of all their thing ,  isn’t it ?

                                             when it comes to terms of his own relationship with tony ,   there’s a certain line he won’t overstep nor allow to be overstepped .    you won’t really see him mentioning tony   &   he’ll usually dodge anything asked of him .    but he’s a person roberto can ,     &   will ,   inevitably ,   work alongside   &   with .    he might pitch a good word in about him on the very rare chance .    but he won’t be sitting down for a beer with him unless there’s a very good reason to .

[kenyedoesfiction]

The Boys Are Back In Town, Pt. 3

Part three! Huzzah! 

A young boy with medium length brown hair was playing on his Nintendo DS and sitting out in the swing on the porch of his family’s house when a dark car pulled up in the drive way. He raised an eyebrow and stared at it without saying a word.

 “Wow, this is such a normal and conventional looking place! Did my leaving really affect him that much?” Manuel seemed bewildered as he got out of the car.

“I’m sure he wanted to get away from his old life as much as possible, for better or worse.” Luis shrugged.

“Either way, this is the address, according to the university he works at.” Rodrigo got out of the drivers’ seat and locked the car.

“Hey look, a little boy!” Manuel nudged Luis.

“And that is why I’m going first!” Rodrigo got in front of his friends as they went up the walkway.

“Say, is your father home?” The balding man smiled.

 The boy just stared at him.

 “Pfft, you know nothing about talking to kids, do you?” Manuel rolled his eyes.

“Every kid, just like every adult, is different. And being a strange adult just walking up to a kid and asking them something rarely works. Especially if their parents have them taught a certain way.” Luis shook his head.

“Well, excuse me! Fine, one of you do it!”

“I will!” Manuel puffed his chest out and walked forward. “Dude, are you playing Pokemon??”

“Yeah! Diamond!”

“Who did you choose as a starter?”

“Piplup!”

“Awesome! How old are you? I’m forty-two!”

“I’m eight!”

“Awesome. Ugh, I wish I brought my DS with me so we could trade and battle some.”

“You have one too? Who did you pick?”

“Turtwig! Maybe I’ll bring it next time I see you so we can play.”

“My brother isn’t really into video games unless it’s sports games. Dad likes games too but not Pokemon and I don’t have a lot of friends at school. I’d love to play with you!”

“That settles it. I will bring mine next time.”

“Next time?” Rodrigo put his hands on his hips.

“There will be a next time.”

“Fine, but let’s get to Mariano so there will be a next time!”

“You mean my brother or my dad?”

“Your dad! He was in a band with us when we were all younger!” Luis grinned.

 The boy’s eyes widened and he was silent for a moment as he realized who they were.

“Holy shit. Dad doesn’t really talk much about it, but I have managed to look up the music online and… wow I’m really meeting you guys! Well,” the boy counted them for a moment, “three of you. My favorite song is ‘¿Quieres un chico malo?’ I think I have a lot in common with it.”

 Manuel felt touched. That was one of his songs. And, while he had just met this boy and din’t even know his name, he felt he was meeting a kindred spirit. The boy already reminded him so much of himself at the age of eight.

 “Dad went to pick brother up from football practice. They should be home soon. Mom is inside if you want to go inside and wait.”

“You two can go in. I’ll stay with him and wait for Yano.”

 Rodrigo and Luis glanced at each other and went inside.

 As they closed the door behind them, something struck them.

“We didn’t knock!” Rodrigo put his hand over his mouth, “we just walked right in, uninvited.”

“The boy let us in. I mean, that’s okay, right?” Luis cocked his hea to the side.

“Maybe. I don’t know.”

 In that moment, a woman walked out of the hall and saw them.

“Oh wow I—are you really who I think you are?”

“We’re rude for just walking into your home uninvited is what we are!” Rodrigo moaned.

“Your son let us in though!” Luis motioned at the door.

“It’s okay. Really! I never thought I’d meet either of you!” The woman embraced them both tightly. She was rather short with long, dark blonde hair and was a little chubby. She didn’t look nearly as young as Manuel’s wife Dani, but she still seemed like she was quite a bit younger than the guys in the band.

“Oh, where are my manners? I know who you two are, but you have no idea who I am! I’m Viri, Mariano’s wife! It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you both, Luis! Rodrigo!” She smiled an shook both of their hands furiously. “That was our younger son, Manuel, out on the porch.”

“Wait, Manuel?” Rodrigo stood back.

“Yes! Manuel! Erm, I understand it may seem… odd. It’s just that Mariano copes with things very oddly. Actually, he doesn’t now that I know, but he has this collection of all the pornographic films that your band mate, Manuel, has ever been in. Don’t tell him that I said that though!” Viri looked paranoid.

“We won’t tell. We’re just shocked. We figured he wanted to completely forget his old life after how it all ended so badly.” Luis scratched his chin.

“He did and didn’t. He always seems to be both trying to escape and be obsessed all at the same time. That was true even back when I first met him.”

“How did you two meet?”

“I was a freshman at the university and he was one of my professors and… I just simply feel head over heels for him. He liked me back and everything grew from there! It was great and I regret nothing. I don’t care how many people judged us. It worked and we love each other and that’s all that matters to us.”

“And that is all that should matter!” Rodrigo nodded his head, as did Luis.

 Manuel was deeply engrossed in showing the younger Manuel some tips as Mariano pulled into the driveway with his other son. The strange car threw him off at first, but he kind of assumed his wife has someone over visiting. It wasn’t until he caught sight of… him… with his son on the porch that a flood of wild emotions came into him.

 “Manuel. Please get away from him. Now.” Mariano barked.

“Why?” Both Manuel and Mariano’s son Manuel questioned in unison.

“Because I don’t want you around that man. He might turn you into him.

“Wait, your name is Manuel too?” Manuel turned to the boy.

“Yes! I’m named after you.” The boy shrugged and then glared at his father. “Maybe I wanna be like him!”

“There was a time in my life whne I would have enjoyed that! But not now! I don’t want a son who just walks out on everyone who ever REALLY cared about him! Who walks out on the person who would readily die for him!” It was quite obvious now that Mariano was upset.

“Uh, maybe you should go inside for now while your father and I talk this out.” Manuel nudged his namesake.

“Okay. I hope you do. I need a friend who gets me.” The young boy nodded and headed inside.

“Mariano, you go in with your brother. This is private business between adults.”

“Of course, father.” Mariano’s other son, who was ten, nodded politely and went inside, glancing at Manuel with a concerned look on his face as he entered the house.

 “So, you come to my home after walking away from me almost two decades ago and you instantly start poisoning my son!”

“Poisoning? We were talking about Pokemon!”

“He’s already troubled and lonely! I don’t need someone like you leading him astray.”

“Yano, my man, you know what I was when I was eight years old? Troubled and lonely! I always felt different and out casted! Excuse me if the boy is drawn to someone who understands his life! You’re the one who named him after me!”

 Mariano went silent and stared at the grass of his lawn.

 “I… Yano… I’m sorry. It was wrong of me to just leave you like that. I should have made more effort beyond sending that letter to your mother. I had no idea where you went either though. But even the way I left was wrong. I was emotional and unstable. I’ve always been… a bit off. I’ve always been a bit different, but a doc once told me that getting my head smashed into the hard wall of the school shower when  I was young probably wasn’t good… and all those drugs we all did didn’t help me, I’m sure. I was a fool. The band was falling apart but I didn’t to leave you like that.” Manuel sighed, tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

 Mariano took a deep breath, but said nothing.

 “When the band first started… I cried. I cried because I was fall for you. I was twelve and thought I was hot shit and didn’t need to care about anyone. I thought I could put on an act and make tons of money and fuck a bunch of girls. I never wanted to get emotionally attached to anyone, but instead, I fell in love with you and cared about you. It confused me so much and I cried. José is the only one who ever knew about it because he found me crying. He never told anyone…but I’m telling you now. I was always shit about it, but I did love you… I still love you now. Please… I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.” Manuel got down on his knees and looked up at Mariano, his deep, dark brown eyes pleading heavily.

 “W, w, w,what happened to you? You… “

“I grew up? At least a little. At the core I’m still the same me. I just… don’t want to hurt people I care about anymore. I don’t know if getting married and having a kid has helped me realize that or…”

 “We can start… again. I’ve missed you so much and… I do want to meet your family.” Mariano fell to his knees and hugged his old best friend as tightly as he could.

“But first, can I meet your family?”

“Of course.” Instinctively, Mariano kissed Manuel on the lips. Just as he did, an elderly woman passed by and stared at them.

“What, lady, never tseen two men kiss before?” Manuel said snarkily at her.

“Oh, I’m fine with it! I was just hoping you’d do more! Been a while since I’ve seen a hot show!”

Manuel got a devious look on his face.

“Good god.” Mariano rolled his eyes, got up, and pulled his friend with him. “Come on, let’s go inside!”

 As they walked into the living room, Mariano began introducing Manuel to everyone.

“Family, this is Manuel Soria. The man I was so close with and in a band with years ago when I was young. Chemanu, you already know my son, Manuel. Next to him is my son Mariano.”

The two boys were sitting on loveseat next to each other. Manuel had on a black t-shirt with Pikachu on it and ragged blue jeans. Mariano had on a nice polo and khakis. His hair was brown but cut short and neat as opposed to Manuel’s longer more skater boy-like cut. There was a stark difference in their styles. They both had hazel eyes, like their father.

“And then there’s my wonderful wife Viri! And next to her is Rodrigo and Luis—wait. What??”

 “Hello!” Luis waved happily Rodrigo chuckled.

“Oh yeah, the other reason we came here! We’re trying to get the band back together!” Manuel ran his hang through Mariano’s hair.

“Wha??? The band? I… wow… um. I need to think for a bit.”

“It would be lovely if you did!” Viri bounced up and went to her husband, who was much, much taller than her.

“It’d be fucking epic, Dad!” Young Manuel clenched his fist with delight.

“I agree!” Young Mariano nodded enthusiastically.

 “I… Chemanu, can I see you alone for a moment?” Mariano grabbed his old friend’s hand and led him down a hallway. Manuel was already excited, as Mariano was using his nickname. They went into a room that appeared to be Mariano’s personal office. They went through another door to a big walk in closet. Inside was a big trunk with a lock on it. Mariano put in a combination, which undid the first lock. Then he took out a key and undid the second lock before opene the trunk.

“Holy shit… is that…”

“Yes. A full collection of every film you’ve ever been in. VHS’s and DVD’s both. Also all the magazines you’ve been in as well. I feel so pathetic but… I never stopped missing you or loving you.”

“That is… pretty awesome, actually. But uh, I’d be careful.”

“Why’s that?”

“Just hold onto them very closely and well. Especially the ones Dani is in with me.”

“Your wife? Oh yeah, the ones with her are some of my favorites, I’ll admit. She is great! You’re a lucky man.

“Mhm, yeah, and keep this between us and the guys and at the most our families, but she was fifteen when she started.”

“Jesus! Well, okay she looked well formed for her age.”

“Yes, I agree. But yeah, I don’t know if it will ever get out, but I’d keep your collection safe. I realize only a fraction of my films have her, but still. Also, if you gt your hands on her other films, which I can hook you up with, I’d keep tem those ones safe too.”

“Ah yes! Please, yes, I would like those!”

“Yep,  you’re still just as bad as the rest of us at the core. Like you’ve always been.” Manuel chuckled. Mariano rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Anyway, yes. I’d love to get the band back together.”

“Great! Now we just need to get José.”

“Ah, I have a feeling this won’t be easy.”

“But it’s what needs to happen.”

[mag7dumbies]

Magnificent Seven (1960) warning heavy spoilers ahead

Okay, compadres you ready? I’m leaving a few things out cause some of it just doesn’t make sense but for the most part, I didn’t leave anything out so that means there is a lot of cursing so be prepared for that

(Okay I got cookies, plans to make popcorn later and the Seven stupidest men ever about to come on my screen yeehaw mfs)

(This theme song is a bop, Elmer Bernstein is a genius)

Huh wonder who’s the bad guy, can’t be the dude in red (haha jk he’s an ass)

“I’ll be back” (what is he the Terminator)

“Stupid” well yeah the guy running at you with a machete (?) wasn’t the smartest but you didn’t have to kill him

I actually love how everyone is wearing white (like yeah I know white doesn’t absorb sun well so that’s why) it just makes everything really picturesque and almost heavenly you know

All these guys have fantastic ideas about how to take care of the problem and the head honcho is like ‘really tricking the man who just shot one of our own is not going to work don’t be stupid’

“Let's go ask the old man” we about to get Godfather in this bitch

(It was a machete hell yeah I knew it)

“Buy guns?” “Go to the border guns are plentiful there” Dude that hurts but it’s very very true

(There are so many parallels to the pilot I love it)

We getting racist in this bitch and in rides, Chris like the suicidal idiot he is and Vin is just like I’ll help you go bury an Indian who deserves proper respects like the man we know and love (ugh love this)

Literally used his boot to light a match, Chris stop being extra

And the whole town is following them like it’s the best thing to happen since… I don’t know a herd of cows came through town… (Man aren’t we lucky for the internet)

Love how the second Vin hears a slur Chris is like hold your horses buckaroo it’s just the wind (cause apparently the wind is racist all of a sudden)

Who is this person following them like a puppy (Jd anyone, although I know that’s not his name in the movie but he sure is acting like it)

Well, the graveyard scene left two people bleeding and no other corpses than the one they started with. Larabee, Tanner, and Jackson should take notes

“We think you’re a man we can trust” Bitch I wouldn’t trust Chris as far as I can throw him (I love him but the boy doesn’t have a great track record)

What’s with the fuchsia bag did they even have fuchsia back then? (Apparently fuchsia came to America in 1892 so I don’t know)

“Every man wears a gun” “Sure, like wearing pants, its expected” good lord Chris

What kind of clapping game is this

I really don’t understand Craps 

These guys are just mocking Vin about going to work at a grocery store and I’m living for it

And Chris you got three including yourself, Harry and Vin learn to count idiot

Those two just get off their horses with such grace I could watch that 100 times and still be entranced  

“I heard you’re broke” “Nah I’m doing this because I’m an eccentric millionaire” (Good lord O’Reilly, he is now a new fave of mine)

What the fuck is up with Chris’s hips like why is he swaggering like some hotshot

And if O’Reilly is so expensive what the fuck did he do with the money to make him end up dirt poor and cutting wood

Britt has the longest, lankiest legs I have seen on a man in a very long time

What game were they playing bullets are expensive stop messing around

Oh no the kid’s drunk and mad wonder what the hell he’s gonna do (probably something stupid)

This bitch with his wacky accent I can’t take him seriously, he just needs to chill

Okay I didn’t mean for you to collapse

Chris just fucking left him on the floor good lord

Okay everyone needs to dial the sass from 150 to a nice steady 50 cause damn

The kid is so so stupid, and Harry is just as worried about him as Buck was it's sweet

“What a chucklehead” (good lord I feel that)

Wtf the kid just caught a fish with his bare hands (that might take him out of the running for being Jd who couldn’t catch a fish even if it was handed to him)

Okay the TV show is just full of idiots, the movie makes them out to be brilliant assholes and I don’t know which one I prefer

Okay who names their child Hilario like that just isn’t right (like it’s fine but it’s too close to hilarious for me to take it seriously)

The kid is such a fucking ass, can someone shoot him for me like fuck

(Guys just to keep you in the loop I’m not even an hour in)

Look its Lanky legs Mcgee (aka Britta filter aka Britt)

The kid needs a baby sitter

Surprise surprise the kid did something stupid, (no really I’m shocked, not)

Kid, don’t do it I know it’s a bull and bulls are cool but don’t be fucking stupid playing bullfighter

Kid, she did not try to take your eye out she just slapped you (well deserved I might add) and what do you mean you’ll bite back what are you doing

WTF KIDDO WILL YOU QUIT AND DRINK SOME RESPECTING WOMEN JUICE

She’s wearing pants- is that accurate

Vin is sipping that juice like a good boy 

The boys are so sweet and it makes me emotional

The old guy is gonna die isn’t he

Here we go ya’ll it’s about to get serious 

Seriously don’t throw a hissy fit cause Chris tells you to go away

Love that the guns seem authentic (makes me happy)

(Plus the horse actors are doing fantastic the trainers should be proud)

Kid what are you doing, that’s a good way to accidentally step on your hat

Oh fuck here we go again

Chico is literally going to get shot if he isn’t careful (Chico is the kid btw)

Oh God I love these kids “if you get killed we’ll avenge you and put fresh flowers on your grave” plus they drew straws (how is that not just the best thing you’ve ever heard)

Chico, the girl obviously likes you (don’t know why, you’re an idiot, but extremely cute just saying)

(I fucking HATE the new hat it fills me with rage)

Wait a diddly darn minute did Chico just infiltrate the gang with that stupid hat

Awww my poor boy nightmares are the worst

O’Reilly is such a Dad and I love him

Harry will you quit before Chris kills you or I do it myself

This better be the last time cause lord I just wanna see him dead

Chris looks like he’s gonna whack a bitch when Calvera says he’ll give him a pardon

Oh no Chico is gonna do something idiotic- thank god Chris is there

O’Reilly is adorable- and has some goddamn sense and is willing to use violence (spanking of minors which I don’t exactly approve of) to show that being a gunhand is coward’s work

 “In Texas, only Texans can rob banks” wow did he just call our government and the whole state of Texas racist (yes I think he did)

Chico has some issues that he needs to see a therapist for (guess Chris will do though he needs about as much counseling)

By the way, Lee is the future Judge Travis if you guys didn’t know (Thank you Amazon- you might be all kinds of crap but hey at least you are informative) 

Harry you dirty rotten coward

Here we go once more, my dudes

Vin get yourself taken care of and go home- 

Harry that wasn’t helpful at all 

Why is everyone getting hurt all of a sudden 

Chris don’t lie to him it makes me feel bad

And stop breaking glass it’s hella expensive

Lee you stupid son of a bitch

This is a blood bath I don’t like it

 Britta Filter NOOOOOOOOOOOO

I DON’T LIKE THIS GAME ANYMORE I DON’T LIKE THIS I DON’T LIKE THIS I DON’T LIKE THIS FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

The old man lives wtf (I’m glad don’t get me wrong, but it still hurts my soul)

Three lived I don’t like this,

 Chico, I swear to God you and her’s kids are gonna be adorable don’t fuck this up

Everything hurts 

Well I’m in extreme emotional distress but you know I think I’ll be okay, now before we start with the show I gotta go water some plants- may be using my tears cause ow wasn’t expecting that ending

[inb4vaughn]

The Father-Son Magic Of Pebble Beach

As the golf world settles in for what promises to be a momentous U.S. Open at what I believe is the event’s greatest venue — Pebble Beach Golf Links — on its 100th birthday, it’s the perfect time to revisit one of my favorite columns ever, which originally appeared in the December 2007 edition of Fairways + Greens magazine. As you’ll see, it’s also an apropos Father’s Day story. I hope all the dads and sons out there find it inspiring. The bottom line: In American golf, there’s no finer bucket list destination than Pebble Beach.

On the brink of perhaps America’s greatest 4-par stand a man and his son. The son is a man, too, has been for a while, but now it’s official. He’s turning 21 in a very different place, mentality and situation than his dad did 26 years before, and here, on the very edge of the West, it all becomes achingly clear that they’re moving through a sunlit moment that will never come their way again. Nor should it. Not like this.

The son swings first, 5-wood in hand, the green 205 yards away, downhill and across a churning ladle-ful of seawater scooped out by God Himself. Standing over his own ball 50 yards closer to the hole and shy of Pacific oblivion by maybe 10 paces, Dad watches his oldest of four kids — the man — as his ball soars over the near cliff, toward its target, with a seeing-eye fade. “Looking good, son!” he yells.

It ends up better than good, stopping about three steps onto the smallish green. “Oh yeah!” the son yelps with a leap, silhouetted against the ocean in a rush of unbelieving ecstasy only a golfer can understand. Dad jumps, too, and feels his hands head heavenward, then come together in a clap of pure pride. “Great shot!” he manages before turning away to let the tears come, if only for a split second.

Cliché or not, it truly doesn’t get any better than this. Not when it’s taken two decades to make this father-son trip happen, the first time they’ve been away from their hometown together, just the two of them, for more than a few hours. Not after divorce and remarriage, school and jobs, the aches and strains and setbacks and triumphs of life — accumulated memories that fleet breathlessly by, yet somehow form a continuum and keep the family intact. Not after all that has preceded this getaway on a day when Dad nears 50 and son rounds the bend toward his senior collegiate circuit.

Not when it all comes together on No. 8 at Pebble Beach, with the clock sliding past 5 o’clock and the marine layer slipping its fingers into the nooks and crannies of Carmel Bay. So the tears come, salty as the sea below. Tears of love for the game, for this fabled place where the game has been played for nearly 90 years … and, above all, for the son, Alex.

Dad looks up, as guys often do to stanch the tears, takes a couple of steps toward his beaming boy and says, “You know, we’ll remember this moment the rest of our lives.”

Alex smiles. “This is awesome.”

It was also a longshot. Pebble gets more than its share of ink, and rightly so. I doubt there’s one avid golfer in America who doesn’t know its layout by heart whether they’ve set foot on its storied flanks or not. So I shined on the standard-issue travel piece angle and appealed to something more visceral, with more soul. I went in knowing full well that the Pebble Beach power brokers had a soft spot for the whole father-son ethos — in fact, they’d put it at the center of a longstanding print and TV ad campaign. It took them a few weeks, but finally they bit on my idea of bringing Alex to the Peninsula for his 21st birthday, and giving the experience the good ol’ editorial blow-by-blow.

So here we were on a gorgeous afternoon in early August, walking in Jack and Tom and Tiger’s footsteps and retracing the path made by countless fathers and sons before us. And it all reached its apogee on No. 8 in a flurry of whoops and laughs and tears. Alex’s epic 5-wood must have inspired me; fighting the raw emotion of watching that shot and his priceless reaction, I stepped up to my own ball, took dead aim with a 7-iron and followed its left-to-right flight directly at the stick stuck at the rear of the “Figure 8” green. This could be pretty decent, I thought. The ball landed just to the left of the pin, took two hops into the rough behind the green and settled in for a certain trip to bogeyland.

Alex and I jumped into our cart sporting dizzy smiles. That feeling of warm disbelief affecting most Pebble pilgrims was settling in for the duration. We rounded No. 8’s lagoon and, taking one look at the abyss he’d just cleared, got all worked up again. “Oh, man! That might be the best shot I’ve ever hit!” he said, or something like it. It’s certainly the best shot I’ve ever seen him hit, and we’ve played our share of rounds together since he was around 11 — not even close to the number I wish we’d played over the years, if not for the general busyness of life and my own regrettable recalcitrance to reach out to those most close to me.

“Yeah, the last time I played here, I tripled this hole,” I said. “But not this time. We’re both in great shape.”

Still, par was a 50-50 proposition. After all, this is a hole where I sat during the breezy third round of the 2000 U.S. Open, watching plenty of guys go down to the pressure and elements. Monty took 7 out of the back bunker. Sergio went wide-right into the sea. Only Fred Couples managed a bird, draining a 15-footer from below the hole. So I was in solid company. I snapped a photo of Alex giving a thumbs-up over his ball, then went to mine and sized it up. The lie wasn’t good; the shot was downhill to a tight pin. But as I stood over the delicate wedge shot, I felt a cool calmness wash over me and pictured it as clearly as I could hear the surf 30 feet below. Alex’s putt had come up short, and I was away. Back went the wedge, through the deep stuff, into the ball … which fluttered out, grabbed the green and took a three-foot left turn into the cup. Birdie.

For the second time in one hole, I raised my arms and let out a whoop. This time, Alex cheered for me, as did Dave and Kyle, the two Canadian guys playing with us, and their laugh-a-minute caddie, Terry. The group on No. 9 tee right behind us — a family of grandpa, son, daughter-in-law and grandkids — must have thought we’d all gone nuts. Perhaps we had.

That’s cool. Playing Pebble can do that to a guy. I coulda cried again right there. This was getting good.

Alex ended up three-putting for a 5, but no matter. We’d just played one of the world’s most famous golf holes in even par, hit as fine a shots as we could manage under the circumstances, cleared that Pacific chasm as if it wasn’t there. And I stood at 1-over par for the front nine going into the brutal ninth. “A double or better and a I break 40,” I said to Alex. “Cool,” he replied.

Big mistake. The golf gods don’t take kindly to such “all I need to do” folly. I took triple, then a double on 10. Alex went 5-5, so overall he beat me by a pop on that storied trio of two-shotters. I was proud of him; it would amount to his best golf of the round. But then again, back on No. 1, as Alex verged on displaying the temper that mirrors my own, I proclaimed that we were there to have fun. “Forget about the score,” I said. “This is all about just being together and enjoying it.”

Yeah, we tallied the damage anyway, but no blowup could match our cigar-smoking, beer-sipping, joke-telling, fresh-air-gulping glee. Even when we both tripled No. 14, which was playing about 600 yards from the middle tees thanks to a stout north breeze, we laughed it off. Determined to finish before dark, we had our giddy good fortune to propel us. Alex hit another fantastic 5-wood at 15, this time converting for par. I made par at 16 and 17, the latter after rattling the stick out of the sand, Nicklaus-style. Then we all assembled on the final tee and stood there transfixed and humbled and silent, as if at an altar — which it most certainly is. Terry snapped our photo, arm in arm in the gloaming, the camera’s flash betraying our broad smiles of pride and undeniable, don’t-let-it-end sadness, while behind us the grand dame of American 5-pars swerved off to the left, toward the lights of the Lodge. That shot is now my laptop’s screensaver, and probably will be for life.

“You know,” Alex said at some point during our round, “A lot of guys I know celebrate their 21st out drinking, getting hammered.” I nodded, having been one of those very guys myself, in 1981, pub crawling through the well-documented party mecca of Chico, Calif., until I finished the festivities getting sewn up in the ER with a split lip and busted schnozz. “How many guys did you take on?” I remember the doctor asking me as I woke up from my self-induced fog. “Nobody,” I slurred. “Just a flight of stairs.”

That, and my own demons.

But Alex had no demons to wrestle on this day, except the occasional slice or cold-top, the normal golf devilry that afflicts us all.  “My buddies wouldn’t believe what I’m doing for my birthday,” he continued. “Not one of them will ever beat this.”

I must say, it was music to my ears, and the song just got sweeter as the day wore on. By nature I’m guardedly optimistic, but everything about this trip was surpassing expectations. Blowing them away, really. And we’d had four months to build them up into a thunderhead of anticipation.

When I sprung the idea on Alex — not just to celebrate his 21st, but to acknowledge his work ethic and high performance in college so far, with degrees in political science and perhaps economics or business in the offing — I gave him his choice: Pebble or Bandon. “Gotta be Pebble,” he said, so I made it happen. And though I’d originally planned a several-day jaunt to include perhaps Spyglass or Spanish Bay or both, we only had a scant 36 hours to live the dream. Alex had to be back to work. So we made the best of it. We did a killer warm-up round at Bayonet — the new nine is spectacular — then made for 17-Mile Drive the next morning. We stopped at Spanish Bay and the Lone Cypress, checked in at the Lodge, enjoyed a leisurely couple hours on the range, lunched at the Gallery Restaurant overlooking Pebble’s first tee, loitered around the shops, knocked around some putts on the practice green … and then it was finally, blessedly Our Turn.

Seventeen holes and five hours later, we forged our way up No. 18 as darkness bore down on us by the second. Alex’s tee shot found its way into Stillwater Cove; I followed him on my second shot, a wicked duck-hook 3-wood around the two trees that split the fairway. Alex knocked his third up the middle, took two more to reach the green and made 7. So did I, out of the deep bunker fronting the green’s left side. We holed out quickly and without fanfare, knowing several groups behind us wanted to finish, too. So we saved the handshaking and hugs for later, though, in a perfect world, I’d have held my son right there where, seven years earlier, I’d watched Jack Nicklaus tearfully hole his final U.S. Open putt. And we’d have stayed there in an unabashed, grateful embrace until they had to drag us off.

Then again, the night was young. Forty minutes removed from our 9 o’clock Tap Room reservation, we loaded our sticks in the car, grabbed our keys from the front desk and checked out our Lodge room just off the first tee and above the putting green — a mini-suite with two indescribably comfortable beds, a fireplace, flat-screen TV, balcony and palatial bathroom. My mind reeled at the possibilities: Maybe Jack stayed here. Arnie. Phil. Who knows?

Aw, hell no. Tonight, the Williams boys ruled, and we made the most of what Pebble Beach Resort had to offer on that cool, glorious Wednesday night. The Tap Room is everything a guys’ post-round hangout should be, and we worked it to the hilt. After regaling a couple of fellow golfers with the sketchy details of our round over drinks at the always three-deep bar, we dug into our meal in noisy splendor.

First came an appetizer of bacon-laden “haystack” potato skins, then steaks as big as my head (an unforgettable Delmonico for me and Filet Mignon for Alex), mashed potatoes, creamed spinach and mac and cheese, all presented with that cut-above Pebble touch that all too often gets overlooked in the presence of that little ol’ golf course just outside the door.

Alex and I shared wine duties, though in a clutch I’ll forever defer to his depth of knowledge and passion for the fruit; after working in a Reno restaurant for the past six years, at 21 he knows more about vintages than I ever will — in fact, I know he could ace the sommelier test tomorrow.

“We’ve gotta try the ’04 Joseph Phelps cab,” he said, so we did a glass each, toasting our good fortune, our shared love for golf and chow and drink and all the unspoken stuff, too. I couldn’t resist ordering a bottle of ’04 Chateauneuf du Pape, Vieux Telegraphe vintage — one that Alex had never tried (after all, this was only his 21st birthday, right?). He approved, then just as quickly upped the ante for our digestif, staying in the same year for a Fonseca tawny port. Capped with fresh coffee and a bit of dark chocolate cake, this wasn’t just a meal. It was the crescendo of an emotional, once-in-a-lifetime father-son symphony, arranged and performed on the best stage in the business.

The coda? Cigars and wine on the putting green, of course. We ran up to our room, grabbed our putters (we’d planned ahead) and lugged our stuffed and happy selves down the stairs and onto the surface where so many immortals have grooved their strokes. We mere mortals puffed and sipped and laughed from hole to hole, knocking our pills around in the dim light of the Pebble midnight. Then to bed, and the rest of our lives.

Looking back on that day and night, I know I’ve set the bar pretty high for Alex’s three younger sisters. I’ve gotta come up with 21st birthdays they’ll never forget, too. I’m game. But this one will always carry a glow of its own, bathing a man and his son in light and joy out there on No. 8, carrying them out of the rough, over the sea and across generations.

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[brazilforayear]

Person Of The Week: Clécio

“It’s not normal to find people who have hair like this in [this] city.”

My observations of him: Avid chess player. In fact he’s the state’s chess champion. Loves going on long walks across the city. He invited me to go for a walk on my first month here in Brazil. Drinks more cups of black coffee than anyone I know. A kid in class once said that blood doesn’t run in Clécio’s veins, black coffee does. Atheist. Listens to music loudly. Likes to read, buys a book from every place he travels to as a souvenir. Fights for social justice. Most of all: Kind enough to be my first interviewee and support me in my little “person of the week” project. 

Clecio is one of my classmates.

This whole conversation was in Portuguese and has been translated to English. 

Me: Let’s see if it’s recording say something!

Clecio: *in English* I love chess. 

M: Okay! You’re going to be first person I interview! So you’re from the Northeast? 

C: Yeah, but I think that’s irrelevant. I come from the place where there are few jobs, therefore I have a different accent from everyone here. 

M: Okay, let’s start with silly questions. What’s your favorite place here in Campo Novo do Parecis? 

C: There’s this one plaza. It’s not a plaza, but its as if it were. You have the things to do exercise. I like it especially when it is a little dark and there is barely anyone, even though I barely go. It’s in the middle of nowhere and no one really goes there, I guess that’s why I like it there. 

M: Nice. And what do you do in the plaza? 

C: I sit and think. *laughs*

M: My next question, what’s something you want to do before you die?

C: Before dying? I’ve never really thought about that.

M: A goal you have. Something you want to do with your life before dying. 

C: Woah. I never stopped to think because I’m so worried [with the present], that I never really stop to think. 

M: You don’t have a goal? Such as, I don’t know. Such as, I want to go live in another country. You don’t have a goal? 

C: Oh. Yes. I want to do something for free - such as chess. There’s this website, where it’s all free. This guy gives chess tips for free. He gives the same resource for everyone for free on the website.

M: So you want to give something helpful to the world for free?

C: Yes. He doesn’t charge anything. He asks for donations. It’s equal for everyone on the website. I find cool his attitude about it being free. I want to do something similar. Such as: psychology. And not charge for someone to make a consultion. Make it free. Accessible for everyone. I want to do something like that. I find it very cool. 

M: So you want to give the world something for free.

C: Yes. Free of charge. If I were to be paid, to have it be the government, not the individual. Y’know? So, I can manage to survive. Be able to eat. *laughs*

M: I loved it. A very Clécio thing. Next question, what’s something you want to do when you grow up?

C: That’s a question I asked myself recently. What do I want to do for college? I was so in doubt that I decided to stay a year without studying. It had other factors as well, but I’ve thought that I want to do psychology, but I’m not really sure, I’m not certain yet. I don’t know why.

M: So you’re going to spend a year without doing anything?

C: Not a year without doing anything. I will work, but just to really choose well what I want to do. To see if I change my mind. For now it’s psychology. I don’t know why I chose psychology. I never took a psychology course and never really did anything with psychology. 

M: Why do you like psychology? Do you like to observe people?

C: I really want to understand them. 

M: Understand people?

C: Yes. I don’t know. I don’t understand them.

M: *laughs*

C: Yes. It’s because of that. I don’t understand them.

M: You don’t understand them, so you want to understand them.

C: Yup. Somethings I think I manage to understand, but other things I don’t. That’s why I chose to do psychology. Maybe. 

M: Okay. Now, what’s a fun fact about you?

C: *thinks for a long time* I like to understand people. I don’t know. I guess. There’s nothing cool about me.

M: Of course there is. 

C: I play chess. That’s something cool. 

M: Yes. You’re famous in Mato Grosso for playing chess.

C: No, I’m not famous. Thank God. I like playing chess, but I don’t like the idea of becoming famous.

M: What makes you happy?

C: People. Only that they also make me sad. People are complicated. At times, it makes me not want to speak with anyone due to fear of getting upset.  

M: That’s very relatable. Now, whose someone you idolize and why?

C: My mom. Recently, I was speaking with Jeferson (Clecio’s best friend) and I told him I wanted to meet someone incredible. That even though they face lots of inner problems, you manage to look at them and see them as a normal person. That you look at them and you have no idea what they do and what they are capable of. I don’t know, like, meet someone that you just look at and they seem like they have a normal life, but in reality, they are a really strong fucking person, y’know? They do a lot of things and they’re still there living a normal life. Then, a few days ago, I noticed that my mom was that person. Only that I didn’t tell her, but I thought I about telling her. Because at times I’m very rude with my mom, even though she’s just trying to help. And I try to control myself, I try not to get stressed out, but she keeps nagging and I end up getting mad. And every time something happens at home, we lose a document, something like that, she’s the one who goes after finding the solution. She’s the one who takes care of a bunch of things at home: paying the bills, stuff from the bank, it’s all her. Not to mention, she has asthma, a problem on her rib and still manages to work the whole day. Wakes up early. Takes care of the house. My sister also helps, only that, I stopped to see and she’s really that tough ass person. I thought about telling her. There’s a lot of things I think about saying, only that I give up saying them. 

M: I understand. You get kind of like embarrassed. You feel vulnerable. I understand. I feel that same admiration for my dad. Next question, let me see, what’s your favorite book? 

C: I would say it’s “O Garoto Quase Atropelado.” It was the first book I bought to read because I geniunely wanted to read it. I was reading the summary, it had a sentence at the end that I liked. So I bought it. 

M: The first book you bought because you wanted to read it. Not for school. Not for nothing. Just for personal satisfaction.

C: Yes. Exactly that. That’s my favorite book. And I intend on giving that copy to someone who would like reading it and is worthy of receiving that copy.

M: That’s so cute! Let’s see, what’s something that interests you? Such as, something that you really like and you can’t get enough of. Something that interests you so much that you do research on it without even being assigned to research about it. 

C: I really like studying how a person functions and reacts in different types of situations. I like studying how people react to certain situations. Such as, how something affects a person. Emotions. How emotions affect people. How people behave. 

M: Human behavior.

C: Yes. The human mind. Because one of the ways that you can get what you want is across affecting someone emotionally. For example, the church. I’m not very good when it comes to talking about the church because I don’t like the church a lot. That’s what the church does. They use emotions. If you see someone at church who strongly believes in God, you’ll see they’re really emotional and they end up giving money for the church, but because they want to. But just by the fact that you manage to wake emotions in a person, you can manage to change their mind about something. So, I like that. But you can also use it for bad things. Manipulation and stuff. Except that I’m scared about that. There’s people who can use that knowledge for good and others who can use it for bad. That’s why you can never trust people easily. 

M: Hopefully you use that knowledge for good things. Last question, what’s your favorite way to spend your free time?

C: To walk or to sit and think. To sit and think in that one place I was telling you about. Or to walk and find new places to sit and think. At times I spend my free time doing different things, but just walking or sitting in a nice place. I like spending time alone. It’s cool. 

M: I understand you. Being alone is nice at times. 

C: It is.

M: Anyways, Chico (Clecio’s nickname) thank you for being my first interviewee!

(This was my first interview I did for my first little project for my blog, this interview is really old, but since my computer broke I had no way to post it. I chose Chico to be my first interviewee because he’s a really interesting person. He gives me very “old soul” vibes. I have lots of people I want to interview. Hopefully I manage to keep up this little project and within these last three months I manage to interview everyone I want to interview.)

[alaska-now]

Alaska National Organization for Women and Mat-Su College Present their Third Annual Equinox Women’s Film Festival

Film Schedule:

Friday

6:00PM – 8:00PM

Grace  

Knowing she could never prepare her for everything the future holds, a mother tries to impart life’s most essential lessons to her daughter in a single letter.

 Under A Stone

A woman returns to her hometown for a family obligation. She reunites with her brother, but they clash in how they cope with their awful past.

 Color

A young woman tries to create a piece of art.

 Rosetta's Blues

‘Rosetta’s Blues’ is the story of a young woman finding it difficult to come to terms with her father’s passing. Acting out in theatrical and amusing ways as methods of coping, this is a coming of age tale of how Rosetta is inspired to move forward in life rather than being weighed down by her loss.

 Won't Somebody Think of the Children?!

Amanda and Catherine, both in third grade, are writing a comic book together about feminist superheroine Sergeant Laser. They are hurrying to finish as their deadline approaches, and their "publisher," their classmate Andy, refuses to give them another extension.

 Everything It Takes

Shortly before Mary Helwig signed up to fulfill her dream of running the 2016 Iditarod, a 1,000- mile long sled dog race across Alaska, she lost her home and her dogs' houses, plus almost all her racing gear and possessions to the Sockeye Fire. Everything It Takes documents the year of Mary's life leading up to race day as she and her dogs struggle to ready themselves for the challenge of a lifetime.

  Saturday

BLOCK I - 10AM - 12:50PM

You're Just Projecting

Shot in Paris, and later projected in Rhode Island onto walls and objects, You’re Just Projecting is an intentional fragmentation of the female body wherein legs, breasts, stomachs hands and feet have been placed in or near pieces of architecture that give the illusion of being separate from an actual body to create a sense of entrapment. The concept of the popular image of women in the 1950's-60’s, and today is repurposed by altering and satirizing the male gaze which is only accentuated by the incorporation of the male voice.

 Nanny

From the writer of Solo Dios Sabe (Diego Luna, Alice Braga; Sundance 2006), Niñera looks at the bitter ironies many nannies face.

 Emerald Ice

Emerald Ice is a cinematic journey exploring the mind of the American poet Diane Wakoski. This experimental short brings to the screen her work--the sprawling beauty that is Diane's emotional spectrum.

 Five Awake

Five Louisiana women -- outraged over husbands shooting their wives-- set out to strengthen domestic violence laws, including a controversial proposal to restrict the gun rights of domestic abusers. In Louisiana, this was considered lunacy. Not the part about armed abusers. The part about wanting to disarm them. This is the story of what happens when women, armed with passion, pluck and political savvy, wake up and refuse to take no for an answer.

 Midnight Poetry

A young mother, Tilda, has escaped London with her 7-year-old daughter in order to end an abusive relationship. In Sydney, the pressure of guilt and memory challenge her new life.

 Home Invasion for the Holidays        

A freshly divorced mom and her daughter foil a dimwitted burglar's plans.

 Real Artists    

Real Artists, a dark tale set in the near future, is based on Ken Liu’s short story of the same name. Sophia just scored every animator’s dream interview at world famous Semaphore Animation Studios. Was it Sophia’s rebel ethos and creative instincts that landed her the invitation?

 Crocuses        

On the final day of packing up her home, Rita can’t shake the regret she feels about her late husband, Bernard.

 Alice

One night, eight-year-old Alice is forced to stay with her distant father, after overhearing a big fight between her parents and witnessing her mother leave.

 Klocked: Women with Horsepower

The desolate, alien landscape of the Bonneville Salt Flats, barren, gleaming white…in the distance, the faint, high whine of motorcycles shifting through gears…and then three-woman stream into view on their roaring machines. Designed as a feature length documentary, Klocked: Women with Horsepower focuses on women motorcycle land speed record holders Laura Klock and her two daughters Erika and Karlee Cobb.

 BLOCK II - 1PM - 4PM

Proclamation Punctuation

“Proclamation Punctuation” is an enthralling fashion film centered on a fabulously fascinating woman reciting a short soliloquy paying homage to her love for using exclamation points in her missives.

 Feeling Wanted          

Charell, age 6, woke up to find herself alone. She made breakfast, dropped her baby sister off with a neighbor, and walked to school. With a dad incarcerated for murder, a mom on drugs and a childhood in foster care, Charell knew it was time to break the cycle.

 Love Somehow          

"Genius is a terrible thing.”  Caitlin Thomas was a dancer, writer and woman behind the famous Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas. She partied as hard as him, advised him, loved him, kept him sober enough to write and brought up their family on no money, finally surviving his early death. Very little is written about Caitlin, her role in their legend or her recovery, and most portrayals are laughably inaccurate. This is Caitlin’s lyrical version of her life with Dylan, adapted from a one woman play written by Welsh poet Phil Bowen.

 Relation Shipwreck: The Great Boob Debate

Brooke has to make a difficult decision regarding her most recent acting role.

 Chill

Chill is an inspirational documentary about a single woman fighting to preserve her fertility and dreams of motherhood through egg freezing in her mid-thirties. Weeks before she decided to freeze her eggs, actor, Jennifer Frappier began documenting her thoughts on fertility and parenthood.

 Aether

A young artist, dissatisfied with her efforts to draw, opens a portal that absorbs her within the pages of her sketchbook.

 The Highway

All Henley wants to do is get home in time for his anniversary.  He has a 17-hour drive from his last business trip stop. He tries to drive straight through, but he gets too tired, and he decides to stop for the night.

 Silent No More - Louise Pentz: A Voice for Social Change  

No longer willing to remain silent about the injustice she sees, Nova Scotia ceramist Louise Pentz uses her art as a force for social change. Her sculptures give voice to women around the world who are silenced by social, political, religious or family circumstances.

 Mom

'Mom' is about Alex--a young woman who rents a room in a house with an older woman, with what little money she has left. But Alex must ultimately decide what she is willing to do for money.

 Northfound

Iris and Finn are two sisters with a special affinity for hot dogs and sexy cartoon animals. Devastated by Iris's recent diagnosis, the two are left to navigate their time left together.

 Find Me

After the death of his father, a young man falls victim to the darkest parts of his own mind.

 BLOCK III - 5PM - 8PM

The Last Farewell

An honorable soldier must choose between the woman he loves or the country he had pledged to die for. The story takes place in the year 1973 when the Philippine republic is under Martial Law.

 In-between the Scripts

An experimental film about A male suffering from mental health issues, and his physical and psychological experience with anti- psychotic medications.

 The Baby Lu`au

Brooke Cho, an ambitious young attorney, confronts her estranged family after a 5-year absence, only to discover that not everything is what it seems to be. She soon must race against time to uncover the truth or lose what she loves most.

 America Heard: Refuge of Hope

Syracuse, New York is an unlikely home to over 10,000 former refugees. Two women at the forefront of this community reflect on what their presidential vote means to those whose only true home is the American town that took them in.

 Earworm

A lonely man does battle with a relentless piece of music.

 Hole

After moving into a new apartment, a young woman discovers a hole in her living room wall.

 Tucker Noir

Take a brief look into the life of Northern California's drag king sweetheart, Tucker Noir. Watch as he hosts Chico California's 2016 gay pride weekend and gives us a little insight on what performing drag is all about.

 Bombing

Sophie is an unmotivated comedian. When her estranged young daughter is unexpectedly thrust back into her life, Sophie's plans have to be reshuffled.

 BETWEEN

Shades of Winter’s BETWEEN, a Red Bull Media House co-production, is the latest film by Austrian pro skier and filmmaker Sandra Lahnsteiner who keeps redefining women in action sports movies since her first release in 2010. Between earth and sky, ocean and snow, old friends and new, between the day-to-day challenges and the once-in-a-lifetime thrills of travelling to some of the most exotic and challenging slopes in the world and then mastering them, not missing the moments between. The new UHD 4K action sports feature film with a documentary aspect, not only follows the crème de la crème of female skiing including Olympic gold medalist and alpine skier Julia Mancuso and many more on compelling journeys and to thrilling destinations; it also features three-time world surf champion Carissa Moore. For Between, the long-term duo Sandra Lahnsteiner and director of photography Mathias Bergmann teamed up with German film editor Thomas Kohler known for the documentary “Cerro Torre” (2013).