#no small parts

[warpcoreweirdness]

Lower Decks season 1 finale

loving it: Tendi continuing to lampshade dramatic emotional moments in characters' relationships on Star Trek

sad-ing about it: Riker and Troi references that can't possibly be satisfying for non-TNG fans, c'mon ;A;

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[cinema-screenshots]

Boyd Holbrook as Johnny Cash in A Complete Unknown (2024)

[crispyafterdark]

A shirtless and handsome Jack Ransom in Star Trek Lower Decks s1e10-"No Small Parts"

[trooperst-3v3]

Asked Mitaka if he could tell me the results of the auditions early. I wanted to know who got the biggest parts so I could know who was the best.

He told me that's not how casting works. You don't give the biggest parts to the best actors: you have to cast the actor in the role that fits them the best.

"There are no small parts," he said. "Only small actors."

I am not sure if that was a common saying or a dig at how short I am.

[cristalbeesnow]

[rioblitzle]

working retail

[chalkrub]

autumnal chill....featuring the girl

[mikesfilmtalk]

Bad Monkey: Rosa, Yancy and Bonnie on the Run

This week’s episode of Bad Monkey sees Rosa, Yancy and Bonnie on the run. They join Neville who has been on the run for awhile now. The trio also follow in the footsteps of Eve and Nick who, after threatening his daughter, head off for foreign shores. Episode Names matter This week, Bad Monkey’s episode name shows that these things matter. Entitled That Damn Arm is Back; it does what it says on…

[incredubious]

MODERN AU ACESAN !!!! first impressions with a guy who barely passes the No Shoes No Shirt No Service rule

[vmkhoneyy]

“People are inherently terrible” no!!! Have you ever seen a child wait for their friend while they tie their shoelaces? Have you ever known someone who would bring hurt squirrels and rabbits and mice to the nearest vet just so it doesn’t suffer? Have you seen someone grieve? Have you ever read something that hit your heart like a freight train? Have you looked at the stars and felt an unexplainable joy? Have you ever baked bread? Have you shared a meal with a friend? Have you not seen it? All the love? All the good? I know it’s hard to see sometimes, I know there’s pain everywhere. But look, there’s a child helping another up after a hard fall. Look, there’s someone giving their umbrella to a stranger. Look, there’s someone admiring the spring flowers. Look, there’s good, there’s good, there’s good. Look!!!!

[hollisartsblog]

Where is Bill?

Everywhere.

Especially in my mind

part 1 here

[222cunty]

🍁

[crispyafterdark]

Jack Ransom finds time to do some shirtless exercising in Star Trek: Lower Decks season 1 finale, "No Small Parts."

[inkskinned]

you know, you know. no gods, no masters, no kings on pedestals. everyone is fallible. death of the author. you know! you are balanced about your intake of media - you allow the wiggle room, the grace, the gratitude, the skepticism. nobody above criticism.

but still. a weird gut-punch feeling, something akin to betrayal. you read the article. surprise! an author you love is actually: a serial fucking predator.

well, shit. what now. no, you knew he was a person (all people are), but now you're wondering - what have i overlooked by accident? what messages have i internalized that are strange and cruel? and also, like, what the fuck?

his actions lay a thick glaze on top of everything. like each place is now ruined, opaque in a new way. but okay, fine, you've done this before. you knew better, right? you've been betrayed by many a cherished childhood author.

still, this stickiness. fuck. can you pick up that book again. will you read it to your children. you've recommended it to others - will you ever do that again? and of course, of course, no parasocial relationships. you were theoretically above this kind of sentiment. but the artist informs the art, right.

so it's not something as clear-cut as feeling he owed you, specifically (a stranger) better behavior - just that you kind of, in a distant and odd way... sort of trusted him to do better. it's not like a real trust or something speakable, just the faint hope that the product (good books) was a thin representation of the soul. now it feels like the product (good? books?) was a mask. in some small or insignificant way, your previous support of this person lent them power. your money and your time and your laughter.

and the thing is - you have this terrible, echoing sensation. how many times will this happen? over and over. you find out that the singer you love is actually a predator. you learn over drinks that your favorite high school english teacher is in jail for what he did to her. you listen to the news idly and suddenly discover that a woman you used to idolize has been abusing her kids for an actual eon.

what can you touch without the static melting off. you can't even really complain about it too much (you were supposed to know better, and besides, you don't want the same re-split "it's not your fault, love what you love" basic advice), but now it's here. somehow, it feels like - you let him into your life.

it's not that things need to be pure or an artist has to be like, endlessly perfect, mindful. demure. it's more just this terrible truth that has been replayed through your veins so often it feels criminally vain. power corrupts, absolute power corrupts absolutely. did you want any one person to be worth that power?

it's just that he wrote books where he seemed to understand that. he seemed to know about hierarchies and unfair systems and bigotry and privilege. you thought they were books about what it means to struggle. you thought they were about having power and still using it for good rather than for control. he spooned you a narrative of being a good guy, a kind soul. you fucking bought what that fucking monster sold.

maybe that's why they were fantasies, after all.

[malcontentonline]

you really don't have time for 1 more challenge? ;^;

[luckylsoer]

“Much more efficient than dragging my eyes down there” — Senna

Also, Happy New Year y’all :D