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pmak2002 · 4 days ago

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As Sick as the Dog.

If there was one thing you hated after owning dogs for most if not all your life. It was when they’d pick the worst time to be sick,

Like at 1 in the morning.

You could hear the sounds of Kodak heaving getting ready to throw up and that got you out of bed fast. You found your three year of German Shepherd vomiting in the hallway but that wasn’t the end. After the puke. Kodak squatted like he was going to poop.

“No no no dog! Outside outside!” You tried to get him moving downstairs so you could get him in the yard. Of course he didn’t dare move and proceeded to have watery waste all over the floor.

You notice the hallway light flicker on and realize you freaking out over the dog woke Timothee.

“What’s going on? Ew Dog!” Timothee said upon seeing the dog’s mess.

“Get him out in the backyard can you? I’ll clean this up. Go keep an eye on him cuz he must have gotten into something. Go before we add to this mess ourselves.”

He nodded holding his nose. Gently encouraging the dog to go downstairs and to the back door.

You quickly grab cleaning supplies and clean the mess. You sigh with relief when you hear the back door open and hearing Timothee encourage Kodak to go out to potty in the yard.

Once the mess is cleaned you head downstairs and put on your slip on shoes and jacket to join Tim and the dog in the back.

“How’s he doing?” You ask.

Tim gestures to where Kodak is using the bathroom.

“Threw up again then peed, and now more poop. It’s disgusting.” He says.

“At least it not a baby or a kid.” You remark.

“I know but he can’t tell us he’ll be sick all over the floor. At least if it’s an older kid they can tell us before.” Tim points out.

“That’s true.” You say.

Kodak finally stops using the bathroom and sluggishly makes his way over to you both his head hung low.

“Aw doggie it’s ok.” You scratch the pup between the ears.

“You aren’t in trouble Kody.” Tim reassured him as he reached to pet Kodak too.

Kodak doesn’t look convinced. But follows you both inside and runs straight to his doggie water fountain.

“Poor thing was thirsty.” Tim says.

“Probably from the ordeal his stomach just put him through. Hopefully it’s a one off.” You say.

“You just jinxed it if it was.” Tim said.

You sigh and shake your head.

“Whatever at least he seems better now.” Tim said with a yawn.

Tim and you return to bed as Kodak flops on the floor and immediately falls asleep.

Both of you hope Kodak won’t wake you again.

Unfortunately Kodak’s sickness is not a one off thing.

By early morning you are exhausted from taking care of the dog and running him outside each time he’s about to get sick. Timothee however has slept in.

You had decided that because of how busy he had been you wouldn’t want him to be run ragged by a sick dog.

You decided to let Kodak fast for twenty four hours to see if it would help but made sure fresh water was available and once his stomach would settle.

You used a pre made chicken and rice meal made for dogs when they had stomach upset. You prepped that and put it in the fridge.

Kodak was acting lethargic and laying on his orthopedic dog bed looking sad.

You pet Kodak and try to reassure him.

Then you hear coughing coming from upstairs.

“Dad must be awake. You tell the dog. Then you hear a loud gag and retching.

Oh no not him too.

You rush upstairs to find Timothee heaving over the toilet in the master bathroom. He vomits harshly.

“Sympathetic puker hm?” You ask.

He shakes his head and pukes again.

You kneel next to him. Rubbing his back as he throws up.

When it stops he’s panting.

“Guess you’re as sick as the dog.” You tease.

“Mm babe it’s not funny. It hurts.” Tim whines.

You frown and feel his forehead when he turns to face you.

“Fever.” You proclaim as you grab toilet paper to wipe his mouth.

“Stomach flu most likely. any diarrhea?” You ask.

He nods sheepishly and rubs the back of his neck.

“Last night while you were out with Kodak for the tenth time. I got super gassy and had the shits.”

“Aw baby. Why didn’t you tell me?” You ask as you brush sweaty curls from his face.

He shrugs.

“Kodak was so sick and you were so tired. It wasn’t that bad I thought it was just because I had accidentally eaten something with spice that upset my stomach.”

“Oh Timmy. Come on let’s brush your teeth and get you into bed. I’ll set up the puke bucket. Ok?”

Tim cringed at the mention of the puke bucket.

You frown.

“I know you don’t like it babe but it’s either that or the bathroom all day.”

He nods and sighs softly.

You leave him in the bathroom to brush his teeth while you go fetch the puke bucket and a towel or two.

When you return to the bedroom though. The bathroom door is shut, you can hear the faucet and fan running. Despite the excess noise you can still hear Timothee groaning in pain.

You are just about to knock to check on him. When you hear gagging from Kodak downstairs.

You quickly set up the puke bucket and towel on Timothee’s side of the bed.

Then rush downstairs to usher Kodak into the yard so he can be sick in the grass.

You leave Kodak so he can stay out for a bit Incase he’s still vomiting or having diarrhea.

By the time you return to the master bedroom. Timothee is finally coming out of the bathroom arms around his stomach. Sweating buckets and looking as pale as a ghost.

He whimpers when he sees you.

“I’m sorry baby the dog was gonna get sick again and..”

Tim gags hard. You grab the puke bucket but he waves it away

“Sorry reflex.” He says tiredly.

You help him into bed and give him medicine and water. He slowly drinks it and takes the medicine. Before putting the cup on the nightstand.

“Cuddle and Tummy rub?” He asks weakly.

“Let me check on sicky puppy then I’ll cuddle ok? I need to let him in first.”

Tim nods and gets comfy in bed as you leave.

When you let Kodak inside the dog seems a bit more perky then before and you make sure he’s okay and then you return to Timothee.

Timothee whines and makes grabby hands at you.

You join him in bed and hold him tight and pepper his feverish face with kisses.

He giggles and smiles weakly.

Soon Kodak joins you both wanting love too.

“My sicky babies.” You giggle.

Tim makes a face

Kodak thumps his tail on the bed.

Soon all three of you fall asleep for a nice long nap.

Soon both boys felt much better and were back to their normal crazy selves.

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beardedmrbean · 11 months ago

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There’s no evidence of terrorism in the fiery New Year’s Day crash that saw the driver of an SUV stashed with gas canisters speed toward pedestrians and collide with a car, killing two people and injuring several more after a concert in Rochester, New York, police said.

The suspect, identified as Michael Avery, 35, of the Syracuse area, died Monday night from injuries sustained in the crash, officials said.

Rochester Police Chief David M. Smith said in an update Tuesday that Avery's motive is not clear and urged the public to come forward with information.

However, authorities have spoken with Avery's family and they believed he “may have been suffering from possible undiagnosed mental health issues,” Smith said.

"We have not recovered any information that his actions were motivated by any form of political or social biases," he added, noting it is believed Avery acted alone.

The crash happened shortly before 1 a.m. as police officers were directing traffic after a concert by the band "moe" at the Kodak Center theater complex, Rochester police previously said.

At 12:52 a.m., Avery drove the Ford Expedition on West Ridge Road toward where police officers were stopping traffic to allow pedestrians to cross.

“At this time, Avery sped up, crossed into the oncoming lane of traffic and appears to have intentionally been driving towards the pedestrian crossing,” Smith said.

That’s when he crashed into the Outlander, sending both vehicles “through a group of pedestrians that were in the crosswalk,” police said in a statement. The two passengers in the Outlander were killed and the driver suffered non-life-threatening injuries, according to police.

The collision caused an explosion and a large blaze that took the fire department more than an hour to extinguish.

Once the flames were doused, firefighters “located at least a dozen gasoline canisters in and around” the Expedition, the police statement said. That prompted police to bring in an arson team and alert the FBI, police said.

The FBI Buffalo Field Office confirmed in a statement that the agency is assisting the Rochester Police Department in the investigation.

Police initially said three pedestrians were struck and hospitalized. That number rose to nine pedestrians, Smith said Tuesday, noting one pedestrian suffered life-altering injuries, and the rest should make full recoveries.

He added that Avery had traveled to Rochester in his personal vehicle on or about Dec. 27 and checked into the WoodSpring Suites in Greece, a suburb of Rochester.

Two days later, Smith said, Avery rented a Ford Expedition from a car rental agency at the Rochester airport and left his personal car in the airport parking garage. Between 9 a.m. and 6 p.m. on Dec. 30, he made “at least half a dozen purchases of gasoline and gas containers at different locations” throughout Monroe and Ontario counties.

A search warrant was executed on Avery’s hotel room Monday and no suicide note was recovered, Smith said. Another was executed on his personal vehicle, which is still being searched and has not yielded any insight into a motive so far.

Investigators asked witnesses or anyone with information to reach out to police. Rochester is about 340 miles northwest of Manhattan.

The band "moe" said in a statement late Monday the fiery crash left them “in profound shock and sadness.”

“On a night that was meant for celebration and togetherness, we are faced instead with tragedy that defies understanding,” the statement said. “Our hearts go out to the family and friends of those who lost their lives, and our thoughts are with those who were injured.”

Rochester Mayor Malik Evans said a statement: My heart goes out to the families and friends of the victims who were killed in the fiery crash that occurred on West Ridge Road last night. I pray for the victims who are still fighting for their lives and whose who are working to recover.”

He asked for patience as investigators piece together the details of the crash and asked for anyone with information to contact 911.

President Joe Biden has been briefed on the Rochester crash, according to a White House official.

#nunyas news #how about no evidence yet #this is a bit too elaborate for a suicide imho

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xaviergalatis · 7 months ago

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zcay · 1 year ago

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emzookini · 1 year ago

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writing down because i want to remember the day i have just lived, i feel like regardless it will be important forever but this way i can look back and pick apart its details

images that are flashing firstly are sights from the airport terminal. a 2 year old girl running down the sliding door screaming daddy!!! an airport vehicle with a human operator transporting a grandma to her son and daughter in law, faces all becoming the sun, ageless, when they see each other. tyriq and four black rectangles filled with clothes i will be seeing him in for the next months, possibly.. he came in business class from LA to paris and then flew to belgrade after a 6 hour layover, he slept and it’s afternoon in LA, his body doesn’t feel the same 11PM that mine does. he is american and a hugger, which is the first thing he will have ever said to me, and wont let me push his luggage and wants to write down in his spotify my favorite song, hes delighted that i know about kanye and kodak and florida, and wants to know what the music in serbia is like. im happy i had 3 drinks with him. he is very intelligent and self aware and really listens, and i was myself. which is always always the holiest place someone can give to you. an example is i said, and mind you we just met, i sad to him i feel like god belongs to me and he said youre spitting bars right now.

this was on my very first day of my new job, i felt effective, skilled and useful, i didnt smoke or overeat and i got to talk about politics and god.

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thirstyblossom · 3 years ago

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Wake up every morning like damn… again?

#anime memes #politics #government #foodporn #kodak gold 200 #sad but true #sad boi hours

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ahnsael · 3 years ago

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Last night I got an update on the guy I found unresponsive with a purple face, slumped over a slot machine last Monday.

I had received two prior updates. One was later that morning, when I was told he was breathing on his own and speaking. on Wednesday, I was told that he was ambulatory and in good spirits, but still in ICU. So the update I got last night hit me kind of hard.

His brother and the brother’s wife came in to pick up the scooter and the money he had on his slot machine when he went down (I haven’t been able to so much as glance at that machine without thinking about this guy).

He’s still alive. For the first time, I found out that it was a major heart attack.

But three of his aortas are 90% clogged, and he doesn’t want open heart surgery to unclog them. He’s going to let nature take its course, and say some goodbyes and apparently also tell a few people off before he passes. But he’s not long for this world with his refusal of surgery.

Part of me gets it. Maybe he just feels that it’s time. And he was really nice to talk to when he was in the casino and...you know, still breathing. Not so nice to talk to when I was shouting “Sir, are you still with me?” while shaking him to try to wake him up and just realizing he wasn’t just asleep.

And part of me is angry. That was a rough situation for me. I got emotionally involved, which I can’t help -- that’s just who I am. I got him down to the ground from his scooter without dropping him (and he was a fairly large guy -- thank you, adrenaline rush). I performed CPR on him with 911 walking me through it. The deputies took over (several of them, working as a team). Then paramedics took over (at least six of them, I forget exactly how many). He was still unresponsive when he was wheeled out of the casino. Paramedics must have done something even more amazing than they did when I was watching, because they brought him back.

And now he’s just...giving up. And I don’t know whether “angry” is the right word. I’m definitely upset. I haven’t been able to process whether that means angry, or just sad, or...just a feeling of “it was all for nothing.”

There’s definitely sadness. There’s also happiness that, if this is his choice, at least I was a part of giving him time to say the things he wants to say to people before he dies.

Before his scooter was picked up yesterday afternoon, it was a reminder every time I saw it. The machine he was playing will always be a reminder.

Tangent time. Because I need to put my head a little bit straighter by remembering a time there WAS a happy ending (as far as I know).

Just like I can never visit the Hungry Bear Restaurant at Disneyland without thinking of the time I was a lead checking on an ice cream cart outside of the restaurant and heard a radio call that First Aid was responding to the restaurant for a child not breathing. I went up to assist with crowd control only to find that the only cast member around was the Custodial cast member who had called it in, and I realized “I’m the guy wearing a tie, and everyone is staring at me, so I guess that means I’m in charge until First Aid gets here. Crap.”

I loudly told the custodial cast member (loudly to snap her out of her shocked state -- she was still holding the radio to her mouth and hadn’t moved since I got up there) to get everyone 20 feet back and to clear a way through for First Aid. She jumped into action and got it done (I think I only got about 10 feet of clearance, but she got an aisle open for First Aid, so she did a great job having to control a crowd that size by herself when crowd control isn’t her normal job function).

I grabbed the kid (and this was back when CPR included mouth-to-mouth) so I reached in to check for obstructions, and had to dig his tongue out of his throat. About 30-seconds of old-school CPR (mouth-to-mouth alternating with chest compressions) and he was coughing and losing the blue tint to his face (it strikes me now how I distinctly remember this kid being blue, but the scooter guy being purple).

Once he came to, his mom picked him up and started to walk away. I asked where she was going, and she said “I promised him I’d take him on Splash Mountain.” I had to stand in her way and tell her she wasn’t going anywhere until First Aid got there and made sure the kid was okay.

A week later, there was a probably 14 year old boy who wasn’t breathing and, once again, I was the closest lead, so I went, thinking “Not again” -- trying to save someone’s life is STRESSFUL -- and found this teenager unresponsive in a pool of THICK vomit. I was grossed out, but...in those situations, you gotta do what you gotta do.

Fortunately for me, one of my managers got there just before I started, yanked me up, and told me to wait backstage (this was by the Kodak boot near It’s a Small World, so I went back to the break room in the Storybook Land boat storage and just...cried). He never told me how it turned out, and I didn’t ask. But he knew how stressed I was after the first one (I had to go backstage to write a statement, but even after I wrote it, I needed about another hour before I was with it enough to go onstage).

Sorry for the aside, but...situations like this stick with you (or at least with me). Knowing that someone’s life could be in my hands and that they may die in my arms is stressful as heck, and those situations (again, at least for me), are things I cannot forget.

I’m sad that it’s going to end this way for the guy we referred to as “scooter guy” while he was in the casino (none of us knew him, and I’d never seen anyone play slot machines in a scooter before -- not that there’s anything wrong with that, and none of us said “scooter guy” in a derogatory way; we just didn’t know him and it was the way we described him so other workers would know who we were talking about -- I worked at Disneyland so I’m used to scooters, just not in this job; we now know his name so we don’t call him “scooter guy” anymore but I don’t want to use his name in a public post), but I know none of it is something to feel guilty about -- I did what I had to do under the circumstances, but I’m just really bummed that there is no happy ending coming. But that is his decision to make (hopefully after discussing it with family, but even if he didn’t, it’s his life/death to deal with as he chooses). But it almost feels like him refusing surgery is tantamount to him committing suicide. And I’m really bummed out by that. I cried a few times overnight. And I’m still not sure which part of what I’m feeling caused it. I think it’s mostly sadness, but there’s also the selfish reason that “in the end, what I did may have made a short-term difference, but in the long run it meant nothing.”

And I’m also upset that I feel that way. What it means to him and his family, I will probably never know. So part of me just wants to just let it go but...I became personally invested in this (which may have been my mistake). Why should I feel bad for someone who is going out the way he wants to go? His body, his choice. I’ve been on tumblr long enough to know this.

But there is that element of “unintentional betrayal,” I guess one would call it. He has no idea who I am. I only know his name, and didn’t know it until after. But it’s his life,and his call to make.

I’ll be okay in the end, knowing that I tried in every way I could, including calling others who were better-equipped to help than I was. But in the short term, this is gonna be hitting me pretty hard.

#work things #tw: death #trigger warning: death #tw: suicide #trigger warning: suicide

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20244202 · 4 years ago

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Diary Entry 6

I’ve looked at this photo for a long time now trying to understand what it meant and why I happened to capture it when I did. “Help ain’t coming” “help ain’t coming” “help ain’t coming.” After about a year of keeping it in a maybe folder, I finally looked at it yesterday. I used to look at that photo and get sad thinking It meant I was just gonna be all alone and it was a sign just to remind me just of that haha. But when I read it yesterday, it made me feel happy. It made me smile because maybe help from others won’t be coming but it’ll come internally. I don’t know what clicked yesterday but a light turned on. I can do anything I want as along as I can imagine and see it. Wild 48 hours! Alright I’ll see y’all later. ✌🏼

Canon AE-1 / Kodak Gold 200

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whosxafraid · 4 years ago

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Meme: OTP Parents Meme Status: Open to past, current and plotted rom!ships only URL: @brooklynislandgirl

who’s the one to wake up the kids:

Maybe some day he won’t wake up an hour or more before dawn. Regardless if he has to report for duty or not. But today is not that day. But also today? He’s off duty. And that comes with certain extras. Extras like having enough time for morning coffee, getting his run in on the beach, a shower while the butter comes to room temperature on the counter. Getting to actually watch the sun come up while he makes breakfast for his two favorite girls.

Flatcakes, bacon, eggs. The painstaking process of replicating those bite sized hashbrowns Eire loves so much. Though while the smell and noise alone is enough to wake up her mother, it’s not quite so for the youngest in the house. So while Beth -- after good morning kisses-- moves to make the plates...he shifts out of the kitchen and into the hall. Silent feet on the hallway runner, to push the little girl’s door open. And maybe he’s guilty of a small pause. Guilty of watching the mess of dark hair peaking out from under the covers, still sound asleep. But it’s only a moment. She’s got a volley ball game today after all. And she needs to get up and get going.

So inevitably a hand finds it’s way to the top of her head. The smallest of shakes. A smile in response to the gremlin like noise he gets in return.

“Up ye ge’ bitten. Breakfast be done. Made ye favorite.”

Five more minutes, da....

She never sees it coming, but the neighbors definitely hear the shreaking laughter of being quite literally tickled awake.

who makes the breakfast:

Most days he’s gone before any semblance of a proper breakfast can take form. Most days it’s left to Beth to fill in the gaps in the morning. Sometimes there’s texts that ping his phone. Complaining mom won’t let her have a bowl of the sugary cereal on the top shelf. That she doesn’t want to eat the monster snot that everyone else calls oatmeal. And those are the mornings he laughs. The mornings that remind him how very different her childhood is and will be in comparison to his own. Those are also the mornings the wee girl is given the same response without fail.

[ Text: Bitten ] Listen ta ye mother, Eire.

who’s the one cried to for everything:

There are moments that only a mother can handle. Just as there are moments only a father can. And when it comes to Eire, they do their best to be a team. A united front and singular safe haven. But sometimes that just isn’t how the real world works. Because sometimes? Sometimes Da just isn’t there. And Mom steps in to fill the gaps he leaves. Until most often it becomes instinctive for Eire to seek her mother out in times of upset. Yet still there are still moments only Da can fix. And he does to the best of his ability. Because if Da can’t fix it? No one can.

who’s the more disciplined parent and who’s the more lenient one:

They’re both guilty of folding to the little girls wants as much as they are of putting their foot down. It just depends on the circumstances. What it is Eire wants. Granted while he’ll never admit it, Luka does tend to fold more than Beth over most things. Eire was a gift in more ways than one and when it comes down to it, he does like to spoil her. Give her the things he missed out on. Make sure she knows that he loves her. Through and through, no matter what. Because he is a lovingly doting father but also because deep down...he wants her to have as many good memories of him as she can. Just in case one day, he doesn’t come home. Though really what is the real harm in having desert before dinner every once in a while?

who helps with the science fair:

When it comes to school projects the assitance usually comes from Beth. Though when he is home, Luka will chip in to do any necessary heavy lifting. Beth is smarter than he is, there’s never been any doubt of that. And Luka has no problem following orders when it comes to making sure his daughter gets a good grade. Besides...he was never in a science fair back in grade school. And it’s best to leave such things to the professionals. Though he did have to drag Uncle Creek out of the garage once before Beth could register the fact he’d just offered to wire the volcano to literally explode.

who does baby talk:

Neither. Between reading every parenting book Beth handed or sent him during pregnancy, and Beth’s only personal opinion---Luka quickly picked up the popular understanding that baby talk only holds them back. Though that didn’t stop him from perhaps doing it every now and then in Gaelic. Because what real harm could it do? She couldn’t understand it yet anyway.

who wakes up for midnight feedings:

As often as he was home, they shared the responsibility. Getting up in shifts to feed Eire. Or full fill any other need the child needed. Though sometimes Luka would get up more than his share, to make up for the time he wasn’t there too help.

who’s the one who always worries:

Worry comes in different shapes and forms.

Worry is phone calls when you can. Worry is text messages at 2am and not getting onto the little person on the other end becuase they should be asleep. Worry is sadness you can’t be there for her first futball game. Worry is arranging small packages to be sent to your own front door. Little presents to remind you still care no matter how many oceans lie in between. Worry is facetime calls when the connections working, and packing in every ounce you can into that fifteen minute call.

Worry is knowing that empty seat next to you hurts the little girl that just scored. Worry is care packages sent with as much of home as you can pack into it, sans yourself. Worry is reminding yourself to believe he’s okay. Worry is knowing one day you might have to be stronger than you actually are. Worry is filling the gaps at missed birthdays and christmas. Worry is putting everyone else before yourself.

Worry is...alot like love. And they both have enough of both in equal measures.

who picks up the kids early from school for some fun:

There are days that are just meant to be spent playing hookie. Days that jail breaks are aboslutely a requirement. Especially days when daddy is going to be home! Those days are special days. Days that small daughters are picked up from school early for personal reasons, and wisked home to get ready for his arrival.

Where cupcakes are picked up from the bakery, and left on the counter for dessert. Poster signs are crafted with the upmost of care, matching t-shirts are doned. A snack picked up from the cafe on the way to the strip. And it doesn’t matter how hot it is they stand vigil and wait. Because dinner’s been ordered and timed just right so it will arrive just after the three of them pile in the door.

Yes somedays jail breaks are most certainly required.

who’s the competitive parent:

I still do not understand this question. I apologize.

who kisses the ouches:

He wasn’t there the first time she road a bike. He wasn’t there when she fell and scraped knees and bruised elbows. He wasn’t there when she fell out of that tree in the back yard and broke her arm. He wasn’t there when she took a ball to the face and got a shiner for her successful block. He wasn’t there when that boy in her class broke her heart. He wasn’t there for so many ouches....but her mother was. And everyone knows mother’s have the best remedies for all sorts of hurts.

who’s the sucker for the puppy eyes:

Mom is immune to her charms. So she waits until her father comes home. Waits til his boots are set by the door, the cover and jacket hung neatly. She waits until he’s had his shower. Until dinner’s been eaten and cleaned up after. She waits until he’s settled on the couch. Book in hand and ready to sign off entirely for the day.

She waits only a little while more before pouncing. The big eyed little pout that she got from her mother. Hands tightly clasped together as what she wants comes spilling out of her mouth.

“Da...can I pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeasee get a puppy? I promise to take care of it.”

who makes the “dad jokes”:

Uncle Andy, and they are the worst of the worst dad jokes. Seriously he got whip cremed once. And it was unanimously decided it was well derserved. Even if Uncle Baz frowned at the waste of sweet goodness.

who embarrassed their kid for fun:

Eire is never embarrased on purpose. For any reason.

who’s the over protective one:

The state of the art alarm system isn’t over protective. It’s responsible. The motion triggered lights in the back yard aren’t over protective. They’re prudent. Cadence who sleeps in the hall between bedrooms isn’t over protectiveness. It’s safer. The GPS in Eire’s watch isn’t over protectiveness. It’s rational. The corner guards still stuck to the marble bar end since she was born isn’t over protectiveness. It’s common sense. The outlet blocks, the calling when you get there rule, the we have to mee them first stance. None of that is overprotective it’s just sensible.

No one in the O’Rian house is overprotective.

Not one bit at all.

Why in the world would you think that?

who’s the “take a sweater!” parent:

The words ‘take a sweater’ had never crossed their lips until they visited New York for christmas that first year Eire was old enough to travel properly. But the moment it did was kodak. Excited to see the snow and make snowmen she’d run for the door hopping into brand new boots bought special for the trip. Her mother half tripping to get a hat on her head (Auntie Jay managing a glove) as she runs by. A little hand almost completely round the door knob before a choir from from behind her has her stalling. All six adults standing in the kitchen with varying versions of stop right there written into the lines of half smiles and withheld laughter.

“Take your jacket!”

#brooklynislandgirl #morgansmornings #tarnishedhalo #[ tagged for mention ]#He Doesnt Know How Heaven Could Be Better Than Her || Beth and Luka #Traveling Soldier || Military AU [ Closed ]#Return to Sender || Answered Asks

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thedeaditeslayer · 5 years ago

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Running Time Restored Interview: 1997 Josh Becker and Bruce Campbell Indie Gets a New Life in 2K.

You can read the full interview on the upcoming release With Josh Becker, Bruce Campbell, and Don May Jr. from Diabolik Magazine below.

In 1995 on New Year’s Eve, Josh Becker had an idea. Born out of a session pondering Alfred Hitchcock’s legendary, true crime classic, Rope, he decided that he was going to improve upon the master of suspense’s legendary concept of shooting a film in real time. A daunting task but Becker was up to the challenge.

What resulted was perhaps one of the most ambitious efforts to ever grace the silver screen, Running Time. This neo-noir thriller about a heist gone wrong and a small-time criminal who rekindles his love affair with his high-school sweetheart was a hidden gem that didn’t get the recognition that it deserved. Written expressly for Becker’s childhood friend and Super 8 cohort, Bruce Campbell, the pair were once again, doing gonzo-style filmmaking just like when they were growing up in Michigan with the likes of Sam Raimi and Rob Tapert.

Josh Becker was and is an adventurous soul who does things his way, just like the director gods of old. When I think of his work, the names of John Ford, William Wyler and John Huston readily spring to mind. There is something admirable about his driven determination that was the heart and soul of this black and white throwback to another era which is ultimately endearing. Yes, I have a special place in my heart for Running Time because it is honest and not filled with “tentpole” tendencies. At the core of it is the written word. The end result is one of the most overlooked masterpieces of both Becker’s and Campbell’s careers.

What is truly amazing is that this flick was shot in two weeks and that everyone went home early. It was like having a 9 to 5 job. No 18-hour-days, just fast, efficient, run and gun style filmmaking that resulted in a production that could stand toe to toe with noir classics from a bygone era like The Petrified Forest and Desperate Hours.

Prior to Running Time, Bruce was known predominantly for his work in the horror and science fiction genres which can sometimes be limiting for an actor. Becker gave him an incredible script to work with that really showcased his range as a thespian. Behind the smart-ass quips and bravado lies a talented individual who takes his craft seriously. He is capable of creating complex characters and he is most assuredly fit to be a romantic lead.

I had the chance to sit down with the major players in the restoration of Running Time (Josh Becker, Bruce Campbell, Don May, Jr. and Gerry Kissell) to reminisce about the journey of this film from its humble beginnings to preserving this indie classic for future generations.

The Director and His Muse

Diabolique: Bruce, I have to start off by telling you that Running Time is my favorite out of all of your films.

Bruce Campbell: It’s a cool, little flick. Too bad it sort of escaped, it wasn’t released as the old joke goes.

Diabolique: What I like so much about it is the neo-noir aspect. It’s a throwback to the 40’s and 50’s. In Josh’s book, Rushes, he talks about how he convinced you to be in the film. You weren’t getting paid and you invested in it. What was his pitch, how did he sell the concept to you?

BC: The pitch was that it was NOT McHale’s Navy. I just spent 11 weeks in Mexico just sort of bullshitting our way through that film where we would make up our lines of dialogue because there was nothing written for us. In the script it would say things like, “McHale and his guys get off the boat,” “McHale and his men go to Cuba.” Which means they hadn’t thought anything up for you. I did it because I liked the show as a kid. It was a very popular thing; it was from Universal. It made sense at the time. It was just a case of when something is underwritten, the problem that it causes actors. I had just come off of that, and Running Time was very ambitious, low budget it was meant to be this conceit of being done in one shot so it was cinematic. So, I was like, okay, yeah. It was like the anti-studio movie, small crew, fast moving and yet no money. Basically, I invested the money that I was paid back into the movie in order for them to make it. It was definitely for a love of the movie type deal.

Josh Becker: I’ve known Bruce since we were twelve and I’d seen him in a number of plays. I knew that he had a much bigger range as an actor than he’d had a chance to show at that point. Plus, he’s a pleasure to work with. Once I pitched him the idea, he was all for it, partially because the long takes are a way for an actor to really show their ability.

Diabolique: Thinking about your filmography, Bruce, you haven’t played a traditional romantic lead. Do you see Running Time as a love story of sorts?

BC: What’s funny is Josh had Carl come back. In a proper film noir, he would have gone, you would have heard the tires squeal and she would be sitting there crying and the credits would roll and that would be it. It would be bleak, but Josh deep down is a sentimentalist and I think I am too. We had no issue with the happy ending. We wanted to make the audiences think for quite a long period of time that it’s going to be a sad ending. She packs her bag and then she unpacks it. The whole thing is quite an extended piece but I thought it was well worth playing just to kind of throw a little wrinkle in it. Maybe even in a criminal story you can have a happy ending.

Diabolique: In terms of the storyline, Josh, we all know that Rope was the blueprint for Running Time. You hadn’t made a film in 7 years. What was it about that production that captured your imagination besides the challenge of the “long take”?

JB: Part of my inspiration was simply getting another feature film made after seven years of working in television, which was never my goal. But as I thought about Rope, I wondered why the continuous, real-time concept didn’t really have any impact on the story. Then it occurred to me that there was no time element involved. Two young men—ostensibly Leopold and Loeb—have killed another young man for the fun of it, put the body in a chest, then invited people over for a party, including a cop. Well, if the chest was spring loaded and had a timer on it so that at some point it would pop open and reveal the corpse, that would be a time element. So, I thought, how do you use the real time technique and add a ticking clock? The first story that came to mind was a heist which generally has a time element—we’ve got to get the money and get out of here before we’re caught.

Diabolique: Running Time was shot in sequence like a play. Did it pose any challenges for you as an actor?

BC: I liked what Josh was trying to do. These long uninterrupted takes from an actor’s point of view, you know stuff can get really choppy these days. My complaint from Burn Notice is they wouldn’t let a full sentence stay on camera; they would have to cut away to somebody else. It felt like they had to keep cutting, cutting and cutting. This movie was no cutting for like ten minutes at a time. It’s great from an actor’s perspective because you can feel the juices flowing. It’s like a play. You can work on the pacing; you can have something build over a period of time and minutes to play out in literally real time. It’s a real time crime drama. I liked it conceptually and it was challenging. There was a fair amount of dialogue because my guy, Carl is calling the shots. I thought it was a good premise. Guy gets out of prison turns right around and robs the prison because he knows how the prison laundry system works. I thought that was pretty sound. I am always sympathetic for the low budget independent movie. I always will be.

Diabolique: Were there any other films that influenced you and your writing partner, Peter Choi? The entire concept is very noir and the desperate situation that Carl finds himself in is reminiscent of any number of films from the 1940s.

JB: My main inspiration was Straight Time with Dustin Hoffman, an overlooked movie from 1978. And though I didn’t think of it at the time, several folks brought up Joseph Lewis’s Gun Crazy after it came out, and I do see that. The film has one long take in it during a bank robbery, and even though the camera stays in the backseat of a car, it has that same feeling of a real time event.

Diabolique: I know you are a fan of classic movies, Bruce and in a sense Running Time reminds me of Desperate Hours or The Petrified Forest especially when the robbery is botched and the situation is escalating in the enclosed office. Did you find any inspiration from the noir genre for your portrayal of Carl?

BC: No, but the classic tough guys were always awesome. We loved them all, Bogart and Robert Mitchum…the fact that Josh shot the film in black and white was perfect. Because it really helped lend itself to a look of that time period when Jack Palance was a leading man.

Diabolique: In your book Rushes, you talked about your decision to shoot in 16 mm Kodak ASA 64 black and white stock. You get sharper images due to the finer grain of the film, but did that pose any problems in terms of showcasing your work at that time since most people weren’t shooting in black and white?

JB: I didn’t think of it regarding showcasing my work. I thought it was appropriate for the subject matter and that it would be visually striking. Also, moving the camera from inside to outside in color posed the problem of adding or removing filters which would not be an issue with black and white.

Diabolique: You shot over a period of 10 days which was unheard of even back in the 90’s. How were you able to keep things moving along?

JB: It was based on pre-planning. I knew exactly what I wanted. We rehearsed the film and the actors were all very comfortable with the dialogue. Then it was just an issue of getting the complicated camera moves in regard to the actor’s blocking to work right, and that didn’t turn out to be all that difficult.

Diabolique: As an actor, did you enjoy working on an accelerated timetable?

BC: It was exciting to do and so different. The toughest thing was the technical demands. It wasn’t like there were explosions and stuff like that. But in order to do blocking inside of an apartment, the camera is moving in circles, well, the crew had to move every object behind the camera before it got there and then had to put it back before the camera saw it again. So, there was a lot of voodoo, a lot of magic. We would rehearse and rehearse and rehearse and we could never get it right. Finally, we were like fuck it. Let’s just start shooting because everyone gets a little more alert when you shoot. That did it. That allowed us to conquer the impossible. After 3 or 4 takes if we got it, we were done even if it was 10:30 in the morning. I don’t think we spent more than two thirds of a day getting that particular shot. The end result is cool. I’ve seen the cleaned-up version without all the scratches and the dust marks. You can’t even tell what year it is. It almost seems like its videotape transferred like those teledramas of the 60’s that were done on TV. There were moments in the film that weren’t perfect, and that’s okay.

Diabolique: When I revisited Running Time recently, I was impressed with how well it holds up because some efforts don’t. With the 2K restoration, Bruce, this will give your fans a chance to see it. For some, it might be their first time. Do you have a scene that you are particularly fond of?

BC: There’s some scenes that are fun to do. After I get shot, I am in Janie’s apartment and she’s trying to put me together, that fainting on the toilet while she’s trying to patch me together it felt kind of real, playing shot and being delirious. Stuff like that. Just fun to be able to take the moment to do it.

Diabolique: Josh, do you feel shooting in black and white made the 2K restoration more challenging?

JB: Slow speed black and white film stock has a lot of silver in it which creates an inordinate amount of static electricity. When I did the initial film transfer back in 1997, the negative kept getting covered with dust, causing us to have to stop and clean the film every 30-60 minutes. Since the transfer was $375 an hour—in 1997 dollars—I could only stop so many times before it became financially prohibitive. Dust on a black and white negative shows up as white dots. Using the newest technology, Don May was able to remove all of the dust digitally. Therefore, the film has never looked as good as it does now.

Diabolique: What excites you the most about Running Time getting restored, Bruce?

BC: I am always happy when something gets re-released which means in this case, it gets preserved. It will look fantastic in 2K. That’s why with all these reissues fans are like, “Why should we care?” Like well, if you care about preservation, this means it will be the latest version of a movie that is fairly obscure. Sometimes a movie can die on the vine because no one will pay the money to keep it current. Now, we can show the sucker, hopefully, anywhere.

Diabolique: Josh, do you have any plans to showcase Running Time once the restoration is completed? This is a great film that fans should definitely see.

JB: We have no plans at the moment, but then the film isn’t out yet. When it’s done, we’ll see what happens.

Breathing New Life into Running Time: The Art of Restoration

Don May, Jr. along with Jerry Chandler and Charles Fiedler created Synapse Films in 1997. Known for their work in preserving unique genre classics, May had previously collaborated with Josh Becker when his company restored the director’s 1985 production, Thou Shalt Not Kill…Except.

Gerry Kissell was the official artist on Running Time and will be reprising his role for the 2K restoration. He has been friends with Josh since the Freaky Film Festival where he and Bruce premiered the film on the University of Illinois campus.

Both gentlemen were kind enough to take time out of their busy schedules to talk to us.

Diabolique: Were you able to obtain the original negative for Running Time?

Don May, Jr: Yes, thankfully. Josh Becker is a true movie fan and loves the filmmaking process, so we were fortunate to work with him. He kept everything stored properly in a climate-controlled vault, as a man who cares about his movies should.

Diabolique: Can you talk about the scanning process for 2K?

DMJ: The 16mm negative was separated into A/B rolls, so we had to scan a lot of reels separately at Prasad in Burbank, CA. Luckily, because of the actual nature of the “one-take” aesthetic Josh utilized, there were only a total of about 30 cuts in the entire film… hidden in editing, of course. So, we basically scanned the 30 separate shots, and then assembled them digitally using DaVinci Resolve. We had to be VERY careful the way we put the 30 cuts back together, making sure the shots were frame accurate and of the proper length. Unlike a film that has a conformed negative separated into 10- or 20-minute reels, Running Time was all in separate pieces, with each shot edited on separate reels. It was a challenge, but we were able to use a previous master as a reference and most of it went together without a hitch. Being shot in B&W also helped in color correction to hide the edits properly to make the real-time aspect as seamless as possible. Once the film was properly assembled, we were able to ship everything off to India for restoration. Because Josh had everything stored properly for decades, the negative itself was fairly free of a lot of dirt and scratches, but we did carefully sonically clean all the pieces before scanning commenced.

Diabolique: How long does it take the digital artists to fix debris or scratches on the original negatives?

DMJ: There’s a lot of data wrangling involved. Copying data for safety. Making backups, etc. But we have a great working relationship with Prasad. They have worked on such classics as Lawrence of Arabia, How the West Was Won, A Fistful of Dollars, Gandhi, The Red Shoes, etc. They do the lion’s share of my output, and I put a lot of trust in them. They’ve never failed me. We do ship the film scans to India and that takes time. I think Running Time took about 4-5 months. I let them take their time, though, because I don’t want to have to keep sending things back for fixes. With Running Time, they did an excellent job, right from my first restoration test reels. But, again, Josh had taken very good care of his materials, so it wasn’t much of a challenge.

Diabolique: Gerry, what artwork did you originally provide for Running Time and what can we expect from you for the 2K restoration?

Gerry Kissell: I did promotional art that ended up on tee-shirts. It included the shot of the three main characters, which I called Tres Hombres, on one, Jeremy Roberts aiming the pistol at the camera on another, and the last, which you’ve seen of Bruce’s mug all heroic and chinny. All of the art was done on Bristol cold press illustration board. The new painting for the Synapse release is me, 20+ years later, a tad bit better at drawing and painting, lol.

Diabolique: Besides the idea of preserving Running Time, Don, what attracted you to the project?

DMJ: We had worked previously with Josh on Thou Shalt Not Kill…Except, and we had a lot of fun with that one. I like working with Josh. He’s a great guy, and I love that he’s so passionate about film. He loves movies, and he loves MAKING movies. It’s so great to see people like Josh doing things like Running Time, back when using computers to do a “one take” approach was non-existent. You see things today like the film 1917, which is a fine film in its own right, but they cheated a lot of its “one take” aspect using computers. Josh did Running Time, but used his brain, and actual organic film splicing and editing to achieve the same result. He’s smart, funny, talented and I love working with people like him. It also doesn’t hurt that Running Time stars Bruce Campbell, so… yeah… of course, we jumped at the chance to do it.

Diabolique: When can fans expect to see the Running Time 2K restoration?

DMJ: I would imagine late summer/early fall 2020. We’re wrapping up extras and artwork now.

#Running Time #Bruce Campbell #Josh Becker

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mayuzumi-yukino · 6 years ago

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY: @aragakisan, on technicality. TAGGING: Whomever reads it, presumably!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Concern; often worry for the disenfranchised.

Rationality and reason.

Anger; bull-headed and stubborn.

Humor, often sardonic with a touch of observational wit.

Protectiveness. Yukino is defined if nothing else by her compulsive need to keep those around her safe.

GREETINGS:

"Hey!” Familiarity, often spoken loudly and accompanied by a wide grin.

A smile, tender and crinkling on strong features. Those she’s closest to get to see the softest sides of her.

“What’s up?” Casual and intrigued, a means to strike up a conversation and show interest in the other party.

COLORS:

Slate gray. The color of her St. Hermelin uniform and the color of her favorite hat and armored coat -- Yukino isn’t much of one for fashion, and utility often comes before style. The color of metal, iron resolves and unbreakable walls.

Orange. The color is warm and welcoming, reflected often in the forms of both her Personae and portraying the fire in her spirit. Open arms and the rising sun on the horizon.

Brown. Dark like her eyes, lighter like the coffee complexion of her skin. Earthy and rugged, not unlike her own rough disposition, and far from flashy as it gets. It’s a humble, unassuming tone.

Mustard yellow. Yukino’s lack of fashion sense reflects the most firmly in her gaudy yellow jeans, hugging her muscled legs more tightly than they should.

Crimson. A hue often associated with anger and malign -- her temper is short and her vengeance is quick, just as easy to smile and open her arms for an embrace as she is to scowl and swing her fists.

SCENTS:

Smoke. Compulsive need to be a good role model be damned, Yukino smokes and the stench clings to her clothing like a bad reputation. As much as she tries to keep her habit a secret, the scent is damning as catching her in the act.

Chemicals. When not out documenting the world around her, Yukino often retreats into the darkroom to develop her film. The stench of Kodak D-76 is burned into her nostrils by now.

Snow on grass and concrete. Wispy nights on the streets of Mikage-cho with only the flame of a cigarette lighter to warm her; the hours spent under St Hermelin’s occupation of frost and ice.

Blood. Others’ blood on her knuckles or on the ends of her knives, her own blood dripping down her chin and running down her throat from a broken nose.

Burnt ozone. Yukino’s Personae specialize in the power of nuclear fusion, and as such any time they make themselves known the very atmosphere around her is sure to burn.

CLOTHING:

An armored jacket, grey with prominent shoulder blades. Ever since Yukino got jumped by who she thought were her best friends she’s always come prepared, and the armor helps to accentuate her bulky frame. It sends a message: not to be fucked with.

A black turtleneck tank top; sleeveless and cut off above her abdomen. Odd a choice of garment as it is, it’s a matter of vanity: it shows off her musculature, Yukino’s physique something she’s grown quite proud of.

A grey beanie, branded Ostrich with the appropriate brand insignia above it. Yukino is rarely seen without this on account of her mess of hair: without it it’d be all over the place and in her face, black curls snugly restrained under the cover of her favorite hat.

Yellow jeans, with a black stripe down either outside seam. Tacky, garish and questionable, it says all you need to know about Yukino’s fashion sense.

OBJECTS:

Four throwing knives, finish tarnished and blades nicked from constant use and frequent throws. She’s owned these knives since high school, and they’re one of the last remaining relics of her Yanki years. They’re never far from reach, Yukino constantly paranoid that she’ll encounter a situation where she needs to use them.

A vintage analog camera. This is Yukino’s prized possession: it was passed down to her from her mentor and idol Shunsuke Fuuji upon his tragic death. The stories this camera could tell, the things its lens has seen are unspeakable; Yukino can only hope to one day be of worthy skill and passion to be able to use it.

Yukino’s scrapbook, filled to the brim with memories of the past and present, with room to grow for the future. Yukino began taking pictures compulsively in high school as an extracurricular credit, and she’s made a habit of tucking away her memories in the old, worn-out scrapbook for safekeeping. She’s always made a habit of remembering where she’s came from and where she’s going, and the scrapbook reflects that.

A set of bisonskin drums, a relic from the St. Hermelin incident. The rhythms played upon these drums are what first enabled her to awaken to Durga, her true self and Ultimate Persona -- she swears that the resonance of the drum heads are identical to that of her own heartbeat.

A letter from Mrs. Saeko, written as congratulations when she finally graduated from St. Hermelin. Mrs. Saeko is... important to Yukino, to say the least, and beyond this sentimental reasoning it’s a source of pride that Yukino was recognized for her strive and success.

VICES & BAD HABITS:

Reacting with anger and hostility at the first sign of strife. Yukino’s old habits as a yanki die hard, and she’s unable to escape the frustration and violent thoughts her former life of crime was born of. Like her compatriot Tatsuya, she prefers to speak with her fists before asking questions.

Cigarettes. No good street gangster is without her smokes, and Yukino fit the image perfectly. When she left that life behind, this is one vice she was unable to shake: the comfort of nicotine often provides her a much-needed dulling of the edge her nerves right on, a moment of calm in overflowing rage.

Unshakable insecurity and uncertainty. While comfortable and confident enough in her own skin, traumas and internalized negativity often rears its ugly head. Yukino has a chip on her shoulder regarding her homosexuality and is pensively self-conscious of her sapphic preferences, and questions whether or not she has a future at all in any of her passions.

Yukino can often come across as patronizing or overbearing when her “big sister” instincts come into play, self-righteously believing she knows what’s best for all those around her. Even if her intentions are pure and benevolent, she can often stick her nose in business that isn’t her own and find herself in over her head.

Misanthropy and vengeful, spiteful envy. Yukino subconciously hates those who has what she wants but can’t have, as she considers them reminders of her failures. She secretly yearns for the demise of those who have it better off than she does, and takes a secret joy in seeing others knocked down a peg.

BODY LANGUAGE:

Confident, self-assured posture. The woman stands fairly tall for her gender and age, augmented by a prideful swagger in her step and a dense musculature.

One hand often clutching her camera, the other usually planted firmly upon a hip. Gotta be prepared in case you get a great shot at a moment’s notice...!

Observant, analytical eyes. Yukino isn’t the most book-smart in the world, but her street smarts have taught her how to read a room and get a grasp on what any given opposing party might be up to.

Frequent head-and-neck gestures, more animated with tilts and turns of her head than anywhere else. Her black curls often wave and follow her head as she speaks and reacts.

Strong, almost exaggerated facial expressions and bodily gestures. Yukino’s smiles are warm and wide, her scowls are full of raw malign and hatred, her laughs are loud and from the belly, and her sadness is raw and from the heart. Her arms and body often contort and move errantly as if at the whim of her emotions.

AESTHETIC:

Utilitarian - Yukino is more liable to favor the practical and reliable over the frivolous. Hand tools, simple leather jackets, function over form.

Inner city streets. They’re like home to Yukino -- they’re where she spent her youth, and where she often spends her young adulthood as a photographer.

Sapphism. She’s gay, folks, and it’s a pretty big part of her identity and vested interest -- more butch-leaning with a stated interest in more traditionally feminine women.

Magazines, photo albums, art installations. Inspiration for her half-hearted passion, constant fuel to get better and do better.

Family structures and dynamics. For one reason or another Yukino often finds herself in found families and alternate group situations, and usually takes a socially dominant role with that in mind be it a “big sis” or a matronly figure.

SONGS:

A Perfect Circle - ...keeping me from killing you // and from pulling you down with me // in here, i can almost hear you scream // give me one more medicated peaceful moment // because i don’t want to feel this overwhelming hostility

Smashing Pumpkins - what moon songs do you sing your babies? // what sunshine do you bring? // who belongs? who decides what’s crazy? // who rights wrongs where others cling? // i’ll sing for you // if you want me to // i’ll give for you // it’s a chance i’ll have to take, it’s a chance i’ll have to break // i go along just because I’m lazy // i go along to be with you // [...] // i’ll hear your song // if you want me to // i’ll sing along // [...] // i’m in love with you

Bjork - i follow with my eyes ‘til they crash // imagine what my body would sound like // slamming against those rocks // and when it lands, will my eyes be closed? // i go through all this // before you wake up // so i can feel happier // to be safe again with you

Pianos Become The Teeth - because i say it all // when i say nothing at all // so let’s say nothing some more

Touche Amore: i swear there’s nothing innocent in these eyes // because i’ve seen dead friends // and i’ve seen murder // and i’ve done things i wish i hadn’t done // but that’s not to say i’m not afraid // of long nights dwelling on past mistakes // because with life moving as fast as it does // i’ll still have stories to fucking tell

#ooc #about yukino #headcanons

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fuckyeahabocado · 6 years ago

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2018年年間ベストアルバム

2018年の年間ベストアルバムを25枚選びました。ジャケットをクリックすると購入先もしくはDL先へ飛びます。

1. Payroll Giovanni & Cardo「Big Bossin, Vol. 2」

デトロイトのラッパーとミネソタのプロデューサーのタッグ作。

冷徹で緊張感とキレのあるラップが、西海岸や中西部のGを感じさせるメロウでレイドバックしたものが中心のビートに乗った傑作です。Payroll GiovanniよりCardoのカラーが強く、現行デトロイトらしい殺伐とした雰囲気は控えめですが、ハードさとメロウネスの絶妙なバランスに唸らされます。G好きの方なら間違いなく楽しめると思います。

ブヨブヨしたファンク路線のビートにJeezyを迎えた「Dopeman Dreams」がベストトラック。

2. G Herbo & Southside「Swervo」

シカゴのラッパーとアトランタのプロデューサーのタッグ作。

ギスギスした凶悪なトラップビーツの上で、凄味の効いた低音によるパワフルなラップが暴れ回る快作です。絞った客演陣の好演も印象的ですが、それ以上に武骨な2人のコンビネーションが強力。メロディアスな路線も程良く収録されていますが、そこでも損なわれない暴力的な魅力に終始圧倒されます。エネルギー溢れる音楽が聴きたい方は是非。

Chief Keefを迎えた極悪なトラップの「Catch Up」がお気に入り。

3. Travis Scott「ASTROWORLD」

テキサスのラッパー兼プロデューサー。

ダークで捻くれたサイケデリックなトラップを軸にしつつも、南部クラシ��クへの意識を随所に覗かせたTravis Scottの最高傑作です。オートチューンを用いた歌フロウも多用しつつも、ハードにスピットする曲ではスキルフルな一面も見せます。Big Hawkの声ネタやBig Moeへのオマージュなど、テキサス好きをニヤリとさせる瞬間も多数あり。

Frank Ocean、Drake、Stevie Wonderらが参加。

4. SOB x RBE「Gangin」

ベイのクルー。

Keak Da Sneak系のオフビート怪人の系譜にある2人と、メロディアスなフロウも巧みな2人による荒削りな魅力が堪能できる良作です。音的にはメロウやバンギン、ラチェットなどの現行ベイらしいものを聴かせます。

Yhung T.O.の歌フックが心地良い、爽やかメロウの「Anti Social」がベストトラック。

5. Ella Mai「Ella Mai」

UKのシンガー。

DJ Mustardが中心となって手掛けた、ゼロ年代R&Bを思わせるロマンティックな作品です。ヒップホップ感を抑え目にした作りが素晴らしくスウィート。主役のキュートでソウルフルな歌もR&Bファンにはたまらないと思います。

切ないピアノが効いた沁みる「Trip」がお気に入り。

6. Tee Grizzley「Activated」

デトロイトのラッパー。

バンギンやメロウなどの現行デトロイトらしい路線に、アトランタ的なトラップチューンも交えたような作品です。パワフルなスタイルと優しい歌フロウの二面性で聴かせるラップ力の高さに最後まで唸らされます。

YFN Lucciをフィーチャーした哀愁路線の「I Remember」がハイライト。

7. The Mekanix「Restoration」

ベイのプロデューサーデュオ。

メロウ路線やGファンクなどのGな路線が中心のサウンドに、新旧のベイのGラッパーを客演に迎えた非常にベイらしい好作です。ドロドロしたベースや高音シンセなどが、G好きのツボを次々と突いてきます。

J. Stalin、Mozzy、Richie Richらが参加。

8. Evidence「Weather or Not」

西海岸のラッパー兼プロデューサー。

高めの鼻声系の声質から繰り出されるクールなラップが、暖かいブーンバップの上で楽しめる堅実な良作です。時々Gの方の西海岸が香る時もあり、そちら側も好む方はニヤリとすると思います。

Alchemist制作のソウルフルな「Throw It All Away」がベストトラック。

9. R+R=Now「Collagically Speaking」

Robert Glasperを中心とするジャズのグループ。

ヒップホップやビートミュージックなどを取り入れた、ハイブリッドなジャズを聴かせる作品です。全体的にレイドバックした雰囲気に包まれており、また随所で使うヴォコーダーが程良くポップさを出しています。

メロウなヒップホップ系の音でStalleyがラップする「Reflect Reprise」がお気に入り。

10. June「Stressin' for a Blessin'」

ベイのラッパー兼プロデューサー。

Trae「Losing Composure」に匹敵する、哀愁系が充実したGな名作です。もの悲しいサウンドに美しい歌フックの連発で、G好きの涙腺を崩壊させてきます。主役のジメっとしたラップもGな魅力があります。

沁みるピアノが効いたビートで歌うようなフロウに挑んだ「Make 'Em Like You」がハイライト。

11. Kids See Ghosts「Kids See Ghosts」

Kanye WestとKid Cudiによるラップデュオ。

インディロックやトリップホップなどの匂いも漂う、Kid CudiマナーのサウンドにKanye Westらしい捻りが加わった好作です。歌心のあるKid CudiとたまにどうかしてるKanye Westのラップもばっちりの相性。

Kanye Westの奇声が凄い「Feel The Love」がベストトラック。

12. Zaytoven「Trapholizay」

アトランタのプロデューサー兼ピアニスト。

ジメジメとしたトラップチューンが中心のサウンドで、アトランタ勢などの客演を迎えたラップアルバムです。ミュージシャンらしさを感じさせる鍵盤捌きが炸裂しており、ファンの方にはたまらないと思います。

Young Dolph、Kodak Black、Futureらが参加。

13. XXXTentacion「?」

フロリダのラッパー兼プロデューサー。

エモーショナルな曲を中心に据えつつも、エネルギッシュな路線やダンスホール風味なども交えた快作です。現行フロリダらしい畳み掛けるラップや優しい歌、荒々しいシャウトなど変幻自在な主役のスタイルは抜群の存在感。

沁みるクラウドラップ系のビートで歌を聴かせる「SAD!」がお気に入り。

14. PRhyme「PRhyme 2」

DJ PremierとRoyce Da 5′9″によるヒップホップデュオ。

荒々しいフロウもスムースなフロウも尋常ではないスキルで聴かせるラップが、どことなく06年～08年頃のKanye Westに近い印象のソウルフル路線中心のビートで楽しめる良作です。

Roc Marcianoをフィーチャーした緊張感のある「Respect My Gun」がハイライト。

15. V.A.「Black Panther The Album」

Kendrick Lamar仕切りによる、映画「Black Panther」のサウンドトラック。

トラップやシンセポップ系のものなど、多彩な路線を揃えつつもTDEらしいクールな雰囲気に包まれたヒップホップが中心の作品です。また、少しアフリカ風味も感じられます。

TDE印の硬質なビートでKendrick Lamarのサポートも交えた、SOB x RBEによる「Paramedic!」がベストトラック。

16. Rich The Kid「The World Is Yours」

アトランタのラッパー。

高めの声質の現行アトランタらしい軽快なラップが、トラップを軸にしたサウンドで楽しめる快作です。東海岸的な太いドラムを使ったものやエレクトロニカ風味などもあり、バラエティ豊かな曲が詰まっています。

Kendrick Lamar、Offset、Lil Wayneらが参加。

17. Meshell Ndegeocello「Ventriloquism」

DCのシンガー兼ベーシスト。

80年代～90年代のR&Bやファンクを、フォークやサイケデリックロック、ヒップホップなどの要素を取り入れてカヴァした作品です。ハスキーでソウルフルな歌の魅力も抜群。原曲を知らなくても楽しめる良作に仕上がっています。

浮遊感のある幻想的なAl B Sure!「Nite And Day」のカヴァがお気に入り。

18. THE CARTERS「EVERYTHING IS LOVE」

JAY-ZとBeyoncéによるラップデュオ。

トラップチューンや生音を活かしたソウルフル路線などに、華のあるスキルフルな2人が乗った好作です。どちらかというとBeyoncéをメインに据えたような印象で、力強い歌もラップもたっぷり堪能できます。

MeLo-XやTy Dolla $ignらが助力したソウルフルな「BOSS」がハイライト。

19. Swamp Dogg「Love, Loss, and Auto-Tune」

ヴァージニアのシンガー。

ソウルをベースにしつつも、タイトル通りオートチューン等の現代的な要素を大胆に導入した怪作です。伝統的なソウルのセンスや歌ヂカラが、捻った音使いや歌の加工と合わさり非常にユニークなものに仕上がっています。

スカスカのノイズに重層的なロボ声が絡む「Sex with Your Ex」がベストトラック。

20. Chris Dave and the Drumhedz「Chris Dave and the Drumhedz」

テキサスのドラマー、Chris Daveを中心とするプロジェクト。

Funkadelicあたりを思わせる、埃っぽくスペイシーでファンクネスが渦巻く作品です。J Dilla以降のよれたグルーヴや、チョップド＆スクリュードのような半拍連打などユニークなドラムのプレイもポイント。

Stokley Williamsが歌う宇宙な「Cosmic Intercourse」がお気に入り。

21. Noname「Room 25」

シカゴのラッパー。

生音を活かしたソウルフルで落ち着いたサウンドで、肩の力の抜けたリラックスしたラップや歌が楽しめる良作です。Chance The Rapper周辺のシカゴ勢が好きな方は是非。

SminoとSabaをフィーチャーした優しい「Ace」がハイライト。

22. Bun B「Return Of The Trill」

テキサスのラッパー。

カントリーラップ路線やテキサスらしい重心低めのバウンスなどで、男気溢れる武骨でスキルフルな低音ラップが堪能できる好作です。UGKファンの方は間違いなく気に入ると思います。

Big K.R.I.T.、Lil Keke、8Ball & MJGらが参加。

23. SiR「November」

西海岸のシンガー兼プロデューサー。

Musiq Soulchildあたりに通じるソウルフルで誠実な歌が、ジャジーで落ち着いたものが中心の音に絡むネオソウル作品です。オートチューンや早めの808などの現行メインストリーム的な要素も自然に溶け込んでいます。

Andre Harrisプロデュースの粘っこい「Summer in November」がベストトラック。

24. Lil Keke「Slfmade II」

テキサスのラッパー。

現行テキサスらしいトラップなどの流れも少し汲みつつも、軸足はしっかりとテキサスGマナーな快作です。歌心のあるスキルフルなラップも円熟の域。テキサスG好きの方は是非。

自身の名曲のセルフリメイク的な哀愁メロウの「Still Ballin」がお気に入り。

25. The Midnight Hour「The Midnight Hour」

Ali Shaheed MuhammadとAdrian Youngeによるソウルプロジェクト。

生音を活かしたレトロソウルのようでいて、確実にヒップホップ的な匂いやグルーヴも持ち合わせたユニークな作品です。時折A Tribe Called Questを思わせる瞬間もあり、ハッとさせられます。

Raphael Saadiq、Marsha Ambrosius、Keyon Harroldらが参加。

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mayuzumi-yukinoo · 6 years ago

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LITTLE CHARACTER THINGS

just a fun little character game. fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. repost & tag away !

TAGGED BY: @aragakisan, on technicality. TAGGING: Whomever reads it, presumably!

EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:

Concern; often worry for the disenfranchised.

Rationality and reason.

Anger; bull-headed and stubborn.

Humor, often sardonic with a touch of observational wit.

Protectiveness. Yukino is defined if nothing else by her compulsive need to keep those around her safe.

GREETINGS:

"Hey!” Familiarity, often spoken loudly and accompanied by a wide grin.

A smile, tender and crinkling on strong features. Those she’s closest to get to see the softest sides of her.

“What’s up?” Casual and intrigued, a means to strike up a conversation and show interest in the other party.

COLORS:

Orange. The color is warm and welcoming, reflected often in the forms of both her Personae and portraying the fire in her spirit. Open arms and the rising sun on the horizon.

Brown. Dark like her eyes, lighter like the coffee complexion of her skin. Earthy and rugged, not unlike her own rough disposition, and far from flashy as it gets. It’s a humble, unassuming tone.

Mustard yellow. Yukino’s lack of fashion sense reflects the most firmly in her gaudy yellow jeans, hugging her muscled legs more tightly than they should.

Crimson. A hue often associated with anger and malign -- her temper is short and her vengeance is quick, just as easy to smile and open her arms for an embrace as she is to scowl and swing her fists.

SCENTS:

Chemicals. When not out documenting the world around her, Yukino often retreats into the darkroom to develop her film. The stench of Kodak D-76 is burned into her nostrils by now.

Snow on grass and concrete. Wispy nights on the streets of Mikage-cho with only the flame of a cigarette lighter to warm her; the hours spent under St Hermelin’s occupation of frost and ice.

Blood. Others’ blood on her knuckles or on the ends of her knives, her own blood dripping down her chin and running down her throat from a broken nose.

Burnt ozone. Yukino’s Personae specialize in the power of nuclear fusion, and as such any time they make themselves known the very atmosphere around her is sure to burn.

CLOTHING:

Yellow jeans, with a black stripe down either outside seam. Tacky, garish and questionable, it says all you need to know about Yukino’s fashion sense.

OBJECTS:

VICES & BAD HABITS:

BODY LANGUAGE:

Confident, self-assured posture. The woman stands fairly tall for her gender and age, augmented by a prideful swagger in her step and a dense musculature.

One hand often clutching her camera, the other usually planted firmly upon a hip. Gotta be prepared in case you get a great shot at a moment’s notice...!

Observant, analytical eyes. Yukino isn’t the most book-smart in the world, but her street smarts have taught her how to read a room and get a grasp on what any given opposing party might be up to.

Frequent head-and-neck gestures, more animated with tilts and turns of her head than anywhere else. Her black curls often wave and follow her head as she speaks and reacts.

AESTHETIC:

Utilitarian - Yukino is more liable to favor the practical and reliable over the frivolous. Hand tools, simple leather jackets, function over form.

Inner city streets. They’re like home to Yukino -- they’re where she spent her youth, and where she often spends her young adulthood as a photographer.

Sapphism. She’s gay, folks, and it’s a pretty big part of her identity and vested interest -- more butch-leaning with a stated interest in more traditionally feminine women.

Magazines, photo albums, art installations. Inspiration for her half-hearted passion, constant fuel to get better and do better.

SONGS:

Bjork��- i follow with my eyes ‘til they crash // imagine what my body would sound like // slamming against those rocks // and when it lands, will my eyes be closed? // i go through all this // before you wake up // so i can feel happier // to be safe again with you

Pianos Become The Teeth - because i say it all // when i say nothing at all // so let’s say nothing some more

#about yukino #ooc #headcanons

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kandadiff · 3 years ago

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Palooza (3) A Little Party Never killed nobody.

After Edward pulled you away when we all first got to the club Katya decided to let you handle that and decided to distract herself. She tried so hard to push her scuffle with her (ex?) boyfriends to the back of her mind. At first she was successful. She spent and large amount of time dancing and drinking with Ariana and laughing with Billie Elish and despite your idea of ‘fuck Shownu’ she didn’t talk to any men. Instead sent them away when they tried too.

She was just finishing another shot with Ariana when she saw Shownu leaning on the bar chatting with Wonho. Guilt fully entered her and she had to exit the dance floor. She leaned against a wall trying to calm herself, she didn’t want start crying in the middle of the club like Demi did a half an hour before.

She closed her eyes for a minute, trying too calm herself. “You know something” She heard a voice above the blaring music and opened her eyes looking round to see if the voice was talking to her. “Your actually pretty sexy.” It was Robert Clifford, a man who she wasn’t sure how he even got in this tour. Wasn’t it for talented people? From what she heard his band ‘Meanwhile’ had one one big hit “Wanna” he hiccuped and as he approached she smelled the mix of liquor and vomit on his breath. She grimaced as he leaned into her “fuck in the bathroom? Your single now.” He said “right you left that bullshit boy?” his eyes traveled to where Bangtan was sitting and laughing.

She leaned into him with a fake smile “You are revolting. Walk away from me.” she said plainly. He leaned into her hair and tangled his finger in a lock of her blonde hair. Before he could spit out another lame pickup line she grabbed the side of his face and pushed him harshly down, banging his head on a stool Kodak Black was sitting at.

“Damn!” He laughed looking up at her.

“Excuse me.” she said stepping on Robert as she walked over to where she saw Shownu head off too.

If she went to face him, he’d have to talk to her, right?

Truthfully Shownu saw Katya as soon as she walked in. And it broke his heart even more when he realized how much he still longed for her. She looked so beautiful and so sad. He tried to avoid her the whole night but watched her from afar and was about to tear off Roberts head when he saw him corner her. Smiling slightly when he saw her handle him herself.

He knew that he'd have to speak to her and was trying to organize his thoughts before he had to. He didn’t want to cry when he spoke to her - he also wanted to pretend it was all a dream and she would never do that to him. But she did, and he would cry. When he saw her approach he was grateful he only told Wonho because the whole of Monsta x against her - he knew would break her heart. Why do you still care? he thought ‘she broke your heart.’ he pushed those thoughts away.

“Hello Hyungwoo” she used his full name, her large brown eyes looking into his own. She greeted the rest of the boys who greeted her politely (all of them just assumed they were in a fight) “Can I talk to you?” Shownu looked at her for a moment then his eyes flicked to Wonho. Wonho looking at him mouthing ‘want me to get her to leave?’ He looked back up to her, his words catching in his throat for a moment before he shook his head forcing himself to talk.

“Not tonight Yekarina.” He said using her full name “I- I just want to have a good night tonight.”

She nodded but he saw her heart breaking and she saw the same thing in his. “Soon then? Please?” she pleaded and he sighed nodding.

“Soon.” he repeated and she was about to turn away when she turned back to him and took his hands.

“I’m so sorry, it was a fucking mistake. and I regret it but I know that doesn’t mean shit to you and I just-” She was crying now, her accent getting thicker until Shownu couldn’t understand her.

The rest of the Monsta x boys looked at him confused Wonho got up “Katya maybe you should leave.” He whispered to her about to guide her away from him. Katya flinched from his touch, now sobbing.

“Someone should get Kay.” Jooheon said peering around for me “or Adi” she started to look for you.

“I have her number.” Changkyun said pulling out his phone about to text me but I stopping when he saw me approaching.

“Kat.” I called to her softly. She let me take her hand as she sobbed and I pulled her away from the curious crowd. “What are you looking at?!” I snapped at them “I know you aint looking at shit Taylor, when you smell like fucking cat piss! And Shawn don’t even start!” I pulled her into the shadowy corner of the balcony.

“I’m sorry.” she cried looking at me with fat tears rolling down her reddening cheeks. “I fucked up...I just couldn’t-”

“Kat” I whipped her tears away “Its okay. I know. I get it. Trust me, I do.” she lifted her arm and I pulled her in for a much needed hug. I let her cry on my shoulder for a bit, seeing Damien looking at me from the other side of the glass door of the balcony. He motioned down to the lock and I thanked him. He locked it so no curious eyes would come to intrude on us. She eventually pulled herself together and looked at me.

“I’m sorry.” She said wiping her remaining tears with her hands.

“Don’t worry about it. I’ve been there.” I said with a small chuckle and she gave me a weak smile hugging me again. “Do you want to go home?” She sniffled and nodded. “Okay let me grab my purse.” she shook her head.

“I’ll take the limo home and go by myself, I don’t want to ruin your night anymore.”

“Kat, you didn’t ruin it.” I shake my head “and I really don’t think you should be alone.”

“I’ll be fine, Honestly im just going to call Marisha and go to bed. I kind of want to be alone with just my sister on FaceTime.” she admits.

“Okay.” I sigh and motion for Damien to unlock the door. He does and I take Katya down towards the exit, pulling Cassie away from Billie Eilish. “Can you go home with her?” Cassie nods and I send them both off running my hands through my hair.

“I don’t know if I told you this yet,” I hear Damien in my ear and feel his arms wrap around me “You're soft side is so fucking sexy and this outfit...I can just eat you up.” He goes to bite my neck for the second time today. I push him off of me and he laughs.

“What did I say? I’m with Yoongi you can’t do that shit.”

“He knows we’re close.” he whispers his fingers lingering on the ends of the short skirt. “Lets be real close today, You know I don’t mind if he wants to watch or join.”

I push my palm on his chest and couldn’t help but laugh and he joins me. “You’re a fucking psychopath.” I shake my head at him “Relax boy.”

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