#so makes sense the performance extends to work hours too

[navree]

MAWS Slade is possibly the most normal looking version of the character but also the most unhinged. Why is he so dramatic and alwaus so eager to kill people?

The fact that he's got golden eyes and absolutely snow white hair even tho he's like, what, a couple years older than Clark and Lois? Stupendous design choices all around, there's a reason why whenever he shows up my friend talks about his "draco malfoy slay", I love it so much.

And yeah, looks wise, he's not nearly as crazy looking as he can be. No fucked up goatee, no bell bottoms, no trailing silk ties to his mask (OG Slade had the most ass backward fashion sense, no wonder Addie divorced him). He barely looks anything like himself and it's very funny, but still normal. But in terms of character, he's just so much. He is incredibly dramatic, literally dragging his swords against the wall and actually for real flipping his hair getting ready to kill people who were interns only nine months ago. No one needs to be doing all of that. And you're so right anon, he's always so incredibly eager to cause bodily harm. It gives him literal joy and that's insane, he's so so happy about it. Anime Slade is over here being the embodiment of "if you love what you do, you never have to work a day in your life" while being part of alien Gitmo essentially, it's stupendous.

And this doesn't even touch on the fact that he seems to be perpetually irreverent. He seems to have a mocking disdain for nearly everyone, there's never not a moment where he's not being bitchy to someone for literally no reason. Other than, like, maybe two exceptions, this version of Slade is never sincere, at least as far as we've seen. He sees the lady who legit fried his eye out of his head and still decides to be caustic and flippant rather than being upset that she, you know, fried his eye out of his head. It's part of the reason why I always say that I hope he and Addie are married and he's got kids in this show, because someone with this personality not only having a somewhat functional relationship but also being the person most invested in it when compared to his partner is absolutely insane and also very funny. Plus, she's not gonna be shooting his eye out of his head because he nearly got their kid killed, so they don't even have to get divorced. Imagine this absolute bastard clocking out and going home to be an attempted family man. It's brilliant.

[silverview]

alright i’m shifting back into tlw mode. i'm finally writing a fic from chas's POV and it's sticking a little bit. i know i can never actually do justice to him but the attempt is being made and i have a lot of thoughts, i'm just going to throw them all down in one place

chas might be my all-time favourite in9 character. reece has described the performance as being basically the same as he gives in sardines, which is a fair comparison honestly – the difference isn’t really in the performance or the character as much as in the circumstances. as in, stuart doesn’t do much relatively speaking and he never really has to shift gears onscreen. whereas chas is what you’d get if that character went through literally the full spectrum of human emotion onscreen in the space of half an hour, including an extended closeup on him experiencing the most extreme betrayal and mortal terror it’s possible to imagine, while covered in gunk and immobilised from the neck down. it's an extreme exercise in humanising/complicating a stock character, and it's an extraordinary performance. chas’s vulnerability and humour and courage carry the entire episode. and his little dancey dance. i love him for his defence mechanisms and the pain and heart that's underneath when he lets them drop. i love him for losing his dream, and coping with it terribly, and being forced to rebuild his life and his sense of self. i love him for being a bad person and a good person

and YES i love him for being camp!!!! i watched the original boys in the band recently and recognised so much of chas in some of those characters, especially emory, both as written + performed. crucially the humanising/complicating of a comedy stock character for pathos. tlw is only two seasons out from how do you plead and i think that contributed to some negative reactions about reece's camp performances being too exaggerated and/or too frequent. i don't think many people really noticed that urban explicitly, intentionally speaks & acts that way as part of his job. he is a man who is explicitly playing a character for most of his screentime. why exactly he does it in that particular way is not clear to me. i am desperate to understand that episode & character better, partly because i feel like unlocking it would also provide a key to better understanding their overall handling of gay characters & themes

i've talked before about chas and simon being linked by the experience of death by parasocial rejection. lately i've been thinking about how this strand of rejection (in a less fatal but still tragic form) also runs through reece's characters in merrily merrily and plodding on. "i never responded in kind" = *suffocates you with a pillow* = "move on" = "i don't even know if we are friends anymore." why is he always the one who loves too much, discovering that his feelings are not reciprocated? and why is this tendency punished so much more violently in episodes where it's figured as explicitly gay, hmm? if you read the end of plodding on as resolving the rift in that episode, then it's also resolving this long-running meta arc; if you read it as unresolved then it is also leaving the meta arc unresolved

anyway here's my tlw timeline. i have joe & chas being born in 1965 + 1975 respectively. that puts chas in his early 20s in the late 90s when atlantic 5 was active, 30 when olivia attempted suicide, 39 when he met joe, and 48 when he died. if you listen to the audio described version it literally does differentiate them as being "the younger one" / "the older one," even though that's not explicit in the episode. they do need a bit of an age gap to make the backstory work. idk, i know they have a small age gap irl – it's just funny to me that they managed to turn that into a more noticeable/significant age gap through sheer looks and vibes

and here is my tlw playlist and here is my dedicated chas playlist, which has some overlap and is still evolving and is a mix of songs about him + pure vibes. i get really emo thinking about him listening to eternal flame as a sad teenager and dreaming of finding love someday :/

[su8arandspite]

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

[hermionegalathynius]

Found Family (2/?)

Hey, so I genuinely expected zero reaction to the first part (because the nysm fandom has cooled down a lot since the second movie came out) but it was great to see people reacting to it! (Even if it was just 2 likes 😅)

Anyway, here’s the next part! To those few of you reading, enjoy 😉.

Fandom: Now You See Me

Pairing: Daniel Atlas x Reader

Warnings: nothing, just you sharing a pizza with Danny.

Part 1 Part 3

The six of you spent the next hour going over the plans and working out the minor details. You and Lula were to make your debut with the Horsemen on the stage at the launch in three weeks’ time. With less than a month to prepare, you were to work with the other three Horsemen on a set for the performance. 

  Having been a duo for your whole magic career, Dylan suggested you and Lula split up for this first performance and do your acts with Atlas and Merritt respectively. It made sense, considering you were an escape artist, just like Atlas’s last partner had been. Henley. 

  When he heard what your specialised area of magic was, Atlas looked at you with an unreadable expression. It was a little unsettling and you got the impression you had let him down in some way. 

  “Okay, let’s wrap it up for today,” Dylan said, rolling up the blueprints. 

  With a sigh you realised you and Lula still had to catch the subway home. 

  “Yeah, we have to go now, Lula, if we’re going to get home before midnight,” you said, pulling your leather jacket on. 

  “Actually, ladies,” Dylan added, making you pause your search for your keys, “It might be easier if you both lived a little closer so we can all stick together. I have an extra room in this apartment for one of you and Danny has another in his.”

  “Oh, I call crashing here!” Lula said, flopping onto the couch and giving you what she probably thought was an inconspicuous wink, “I looked around earlier, this place is nuts.”

  “I guess that leaves Y/n with me,” Atlas said, catching your eye. 

  You gave him a small smile, “Thanks.”

  “Jack, you don’t live too far from here, do you?” Lula was asking. 

  “And that is my cue to leave,” you said quickly, grabbing your phone and making your way to the stairs. 

  “Yeah, me too,” Atlas said, following after you.

  Once outside, you suddenly realised you were going to be spending a lot of time alone with Atlas if you were living with him. It was a jarring thought. You also realised — as he climbed onto his motorbike — that you had taken the subway here. 

  “Um, any chance Dylan has another one of those lying around here somewhere?” you asked, stuffing your hands in your jacket pockets. 

  His quirked his brows, an amused smile playing around his mouth, “Nope. You’re riding with me. Here.”

  He extended an extra helmet to you and you took it, quickly placing it on your head and hopping on behind Atlas. 

  “Hold on,” he said.

  Settling your resolve, you held onto his waist.

  Unfortunately, you had never ridden as a passenger before, so the minute he pulled away, you panicked and wrapped your arms around him for dear life. 

  “Jesus, I wish I was driving,” you muttered, making him chuckle. 

  Luckily the drive took only ten minutes, and before you knew it you were stopping in a garage underneath an apartment building. 

  “I’ll ask Dylan to uh… acquire another bike for you,” Atlas said as you climbed off and began unbuckling the helmet. 

  “Acquire…?” You asked, frowning slightly at his strange word choice.

  “Uh, yeah, because he doesn’t buy them.”

  Your eyes widened, staring down at the bike you were just on. 

  “Don’t worry,” he added, “Only from big multinational companies who’s profits are barely affected.”

  “Well, okay then,” you said, feeling a little surreal. 

  You followed Atlas to the stairs and the two of you climbed them to the third floor. 

  The apartment was actually quite nice. There was a couch and a television on one side and a good sized kitchen on the other with a corridor branching off in the middle. You guessed that that was where the bathroom and bedrooms were. You suddenly realised you didn’t have your night clothes with you. Or any of your stuff for that matter. 

  “Um, I don’t have any clothes or toiletries,” you said softly, feeling a little awkward standing there as Atlas moved about the apartment.

  “Actually, you do,” he said, opening the fridge, “Dylan moved all your stuff here. It’s in your room. First door on the right, by the way.”

  You were shocked. Not because Dylan had somehow managed to move all your stuff here, but because of your lack of shock that he had. Barely twenty-four hours into being a Horseman and you were already getting accustomed to the abnormality. 

  “Oh, okay. Thanks,” you said, walking down the hall and opening the door he’d instructed. 

  Sure enough, a suitcase full of clothes sat on the bed, and two boxes full of books lay on the floor. There was a large window with the curtains drawn and an empty bookshelf against the wall. 

  All in all, it was probably the best room you’d ever had. 

  Changing into your tracksuit pants and a spaghetti strap top, you walked back into the main space.

  “Did I hear the doorbell?” You asked, padding into the kitchen where Atlas was typing away on his laptop, his eyes focused intently on the screen.

  “Uh, yes. I ordered pizza. Got a Hawaiian and a ham and mushroom. I’ll eat either, so take your pick,” he replied, jerking his head at the coffee table where there were indeed two pizza boxes. Your stomach growled in response to the idea of food. 

  With a grateful smile, you gathered your confidence and said, “You know, since we’re gonna be living together, we should take this brief period of respite to get to know each other.”

  His hands froze on the keyboard and he slowly retracted them from the laptop, turning in his chair to face you, “Alright, what do you want to know?”

  You shook your head and leaned against the armrest furthest from him, gesturing for him to sit down opposite you, “Come on, Atlas. Don’t leave me hanging.”

  He sighed, but it seemed less frustrated and more playful. You grinned as he got up only to plop down next to you. Leaning forward, you grabbed a pizza.

  “I’ll eat half of this one, and you eat half of the other, then we’ll swap? Deal?”

  He nodded, grabbing the other box.

  You grabbed a slice of ham and mushroom and hummed happily at the familiar flavour. 

  “Okay, I’m just going to get this out of the way quickly so we can clear the air,” you said eventually, tucking your legs underneath your body and avoiding his gaze, “I’m sorry my sister broke into your apartment. I know you and the others aren’t exactly overjoyed to have new teammates, but I promise we’re not just run-of-the-mill, amateur-“

  “Oh no,” Atlas interjected, a slice of Hawaiian balanced precariously in one hand, “believe me, you I don’t have a problem with. You seem sensible and probably a necessary addition to the group considering the maturity level you already witnessed today. Plus, you’re an escape artist and our old one left a while back.”

  Your expression softened, “Yeah, Henley, right? You guys were together?”

  He nodded, “Uh, yeah, but that’s irrelevant. My point is, you I don’t mind. Your sister on the other hand…”

  You laughed softly, glad to see the tension seep from the room, “Lula… she’s my older sister, but I’m the one who looks after her. She’s always been unpredictable and a little erratic, but once you get to know her you’ll see there isn’t a more loyal friend you could have. She’s the reason I got into magic, actually.”

  Atlas quirked his brow, tilting his head in silent query. 

  “When we were kids, Lula was obsessed with Lionel Shrike,” you began, aware of his eyes fixated on your face, “She would read every book on magic she could find just to see if there was any information about his tricks in there. She idolised him. I was 7 and she was 9, and while she was gushing over his card in the tree trick, I was frightened by his failed safe. I knew one day Lula was likely to out herself in a similar situation, and unless I learnt how to break her out of anything, I would lose her.”

  “That’s a lot of responsibility for a seven-year-old to take on,” Atlas murmured. 

  You shrugged, fiddling with your charm bracelet, “As I said, she’s the oldest, but I protect her. I always have. Anyway, from then on I began teaching myself magic tricks. While Lula taught me card work and illusions, I took it upon myself to learn the art of escaping. Trucker’s hitch, Bowline, Clove Hitch, you name it, I learnt how to escape from it.”

  “So you became an escape artist to save your sister if she ever tried something stupid,” Atlas summed up and you nodded, “But you do like magic right?”

  “Oh of course! Somewhere down the line I obviously realised I had found a passion in magic, but that didn’t divert my attention from my main goal,” you said. 

  “Is that why you decided to join the Horsemen?” 

  You gave him a bemused smile, “This is a lot of questions from someone who seemed content to sit in awkward silence ten minutes ago.”

  He huffed a laugh, “Yeah, well I’ve been known to be uh, standoffish. At least, that’s what others tell me.”

  “I get it,” you mused, “I’m the kind of person who enjoys her own company more than other people’s.”

  “It’s just easier, right?” He agreed, “You can’t control social situations. It’s like jumping straight in the deep end every time you enter a conversation.”

  “Merritt was wrong, you definitely don’t have control issues,” you stated, sarcasm dripping off your tone.

  He nodded, “Yep, I stepped right into that one.”

  You laughed softly, chewing and swallowing another bite of pizza, “Jokes aside though, I do get it. We might have more in common than we thought, Atlas.”

  “You can call me Danny,” he said, “Atlas sounds far too much like Dylan or Merritt. If we’re going to he living together we might as well be on a first name basis.”

  “Good point… Danny. In that case just call me Y/n.”

  “It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/n,” he said, a small, genuine smile spreading across his face. 

  “Likewise, Danny,” you replied, grinning. Then, reaching for the deck of playing cards lying on the far side of the coffee table, you shuffled around with them before spreading them out upside down and instructing, “Alright, pick a card, any card.”

[dearweirdme]

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“As for jk's recent live, there's not even a hint of him missing anyone there.”

you and the anon both failed to remember that jimin had a music shoe performance not even 10 hours later so jk's case couldn't be helped. and he DID say he missed jimin (to the anon) just before he started the live he replied to jimin's "i miss you" post with "me too". and the very next day jimin went live after his music show performance ended and jk very eagerly tried inviting him over for food and asked to come see him. from a jkk's perspective, it makes total sense that workaholic jimin didn't focus on anything other than his solo debut during that time and so jk was barely seeing him and was missing him. it's really not that deep and not 'unhealthy' as tkkrs like to say. it's VERY healthy for partners to take breaks from each other especially if it's to focus on work. had jk been working too then he wouldn't have felt the void as much as he did, but he had too much free time on his hand and he barely saw jimin who was busy as hell.

and jimin made his boundaries when it comes to work very clear when he told jk (during the bed live) that he'd only come see him when his promotions has ended. jimin likes his space when he works and he likes for jk to do the same.

Hi again anon!

I seriously cannot believe I have to explain this. Jimin’s comment on weverse ‘I miss you’ was for army… Jk’s comment on that ‘me too’ was also for army.. like, how do you not get that? How do you make a public comment on them missing army about them missing each other? How 🤯?!

The way you explain their relationship does not actually make sense anon. You make it seem as though Jk had no time for Jk at all during the period he worked on Face and the promotions he did afterwards.. that is just not realistic anon. Sure he was super busy, and knowing Jm he took it super seriously and he put in way more work and practice than necessary. But, he would still have had to sleep and to eat and I think he probably would have been able to schedule in some downtime at times. And Jk wasn’t actually doing much around that time, so he would have been able to just go to him whenever it suited Jm best. Even from a Jkk perspective I’d say it’s weird. Why would Jm not want Jk ‘the love of his life” there with him? Does he not need support? Why were Yoongi and Hobi with him but not Jk?

What you describe does not seem healthy to me. What would be healthy, is Jm going around his business and Jk just doing his thing. But you describe a Jk who cannot deal with being without Jm. You describe a Jm who places his work above his partner for an extended period of time. Being apart from your partner is normal, but it’s the way you cope when you’re apart that also matters. You paint Jk as a lovesick, unable to deal, begging for attention person, and Jimin is the one who holds all the rights to decide when they meet.

But, as I also said (and which you ignored) Jk wasn’t sad and upset during that live.

I see you have also completely misread the ‘ in bed live’ which was banter.

You are correct though about Jm not making time for Jk and that he put his work before meeting up with him. I think they did indeed not see each other much for a longer time, and very little inbetween. It did not effect Jk the way you think it did though. Jk was not pining away in his home waiting for Jm. Jk was going through a bit of a rough time of his own. Feeling weird from not being busy as a group. Feeling weird from having a lot of free time. Feeling weird from not knowing what to do musically. Feeling weird because all he’s known for the last ten years had changed. Not everything is about relationships anon. Losing the ‘normalcy’ of your everyday life is very drastic and I think (if you allowed yourself to actually listen to Jk talk) you can really notice how Jk has been going through a bit of a personal journey.

Now I know what you all do is talk about this, and you all make yourself believe that what ‘happened’ between Jk and Jk ia totally normal and they’re still the same (which is actually true 😂), but if you think of them in a relationship then the whole last year does not make any sense. Please leave out all your number theories for a bit and truly look at what’s left.

[dailyanarchistposts]

From anti-heteronormativity to anti-capitalism

The vomit performance described earlier can be interpreted as capitalist consump- tion. The ‘top’, or the dominant capitalist ideology, force-feeds products to the receptive consumer or ‘bottom’. As ‘the bottom struggles to keep taking in more than he really can’, as in middle-class debt-driven consumerism, and ‘the top is careful to give him just enough to stretch his capacities’, the same way capitalism stretches our capacities, ‘a dynamic is established between them in which they carefully keep at the threshold of gagging’ against consuming too much. Berlant and Warner figure this as erotic and the vomiting that follows as a sexualized ‘climax’, as the top offers his stomach for the stream of ejaculate/ vomit.

Susan Bordo considers vomiting emblematic of the contradictions between capitalist production and consumption:

In advanced consumer capitalism ... an unstable, agonistic construction of personality is produced by the contradictory structure of economic life. On the one hand, as ‘producer-selves’, we must be capable of sublimating, delaying, repressing desires for immediate gratification; we must cultivate the work ethic. On the other hand, as ‘consumer-selves’ we serve the system through a boundless capacity to capitulate to desire and indulge in impulse; we must become creatures who hunger for constant and immediate satisfaction. (1990: 96)

Consumerism cultivates the construction of the desire for consumerism itself, which extends beyond the desire for products to encompass the desire for a situ- ation of consumption in which there is a secure assumption that you can have everything you could possibly desire. The body cannot sustain these contradictions, however, even as every queer subject cannot participate in a counterpublic that calls for marginalized quasi-privatized gay-village spaces of consumerism predi- cated on public displays of perfect (white male) bodies indulging in capitalist excess. Vomiting is a bodily expression of the unsustainability of capitalism. This takes on a gendered dynamic as well, as Bordo has found. Women are supposed to make ourselves so ‘slender’ that we almost disappear, a disappearance that leads to multiple marginalizations in queer commercial spaces that demand entrance fees (class), are dominated by cis men (sex), are spaces that either reject or exoticize racialized groups (race), and demand specific body images (able-bodiness). Bordo argues that this ‘embodies the unstable ‘double-bind’ of consumer capitalism’ (1990: 99), as well as suggesting the untenability of women’s bodies within mascu- linist, heteronormative, racist, ableist, capitalist systems.

Queer commerce thus cannot empower all subjects. ‘Visibility in commodity culture is in this sense a limited victory for gays who are welcome to be visible as consumer subjects but not as social subjects’ (Hennessy, 1994–95: 32). It is precisely this social subjectivity that is at stake in anti-capitalist queer social movements.

Exhibit B: Projectile zine

In the 1990s my friend Leah and I produced a zine called Projectile: Stories about Puking, containing sections called, ‘Where to puke in Toronto’, ‘The Montreal Puke’ and ‘The Red Puke’ partner puke reviews, and ‘Colour-code yer puke’, with a cen- terfold depicting one of our friends bent forward projectiling a stream of puke from his mouth. Other punk issues covered included band reviews, condom reviews for sluts, the punk Beer Olympics in New York City, squatting, and police brutality. (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996)

We were always puking so we made a zine about it. For us puking was the fullest expression of an authentic excessiveness in a life lived with the kind of intensity disallowed by polite society. Puking at 7:00am after drinking all night at punk clubs and after-hours bars in a subway train full of commuters was the ultimate cathar- sis. Your head heated up, your face started sweating, your body trembled, you vibrated from toe to head, and that surge produced something of you, a kind of self-production, a collectively approved explosion against everything. The com- muters, staring in disgust, reproduced your disgust at society, as you passed the affect of disaffectation back to them.

These moments created and accelerated our passion and self-rebuilding. We were not caught up in surfaces of life, the body, cleanliness, linear time. Instead we lived in urban grit, by crumbling graffitied walls under train bridges, displaying the broken glass edges of our skin, enjoying the feeling of the piercing needle going in welling up our eyes, the tattoo gun drilling down through our skin. Scarification, cutting, branding, vomiting and fucking intensified our lives. Puking was the cul- mination of a night of fully engaged participation in the most intense gruelling enjoyable expressive living. Fucking was the culmination of an intense connection to another person, a letting go of bodily control, a full-on head-on encounter with another being. Both explosive and expulsive, they gave a sense of finality to the proceedings: Now I’m done. I have lived tonight to the fullest extent of my capac- ity, exceeding norms on so many fronts. ‘Where to puke in Toronto’ lists the grittiest corners of the city, back alleys with the stench of French fry vats and dead pigeons, ‘behind Sneaky Dee’s just outside the kitchen (or just inside)’, dark graffitied streets, abandoned houses, gravelly urban parks like the ‘junkie park at Dundas and Bathurst’ or ‘Kensington park in the sex bushes’ (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996). These were places we loved, we marked our territory with sex and vomit. Puking and fucking in public spaces and naming those spaces our own created a liberatory underground culture. This piece de´tournes the tourist guide ‘Where to dine out in Toronto’ turning consumption/dining in public by the privileged classes into production/vomiting in public by the underclasses. Puking was explicitly anti- capitalist, anti-consumerist and anti-spectacle. The two partner puke reviews tell relationship stories through vomit rated by ‘colour’, ‘texture’, ‘sound’, and ‘loca- tion’. What did it reveal about the relationship? ‘I always think of [them] fondly and somewhat pathetically when I’m hungover’ (Jeppesen and Visser, 1996), con- cludes one review. Puking and fucking drew us closer, creating zones of unmediated shared intensities. Vomiting is a sex-like manifestation of the non-normative, the ejaculate/projectile stream is a ‘fuck you’ on the pedestrian sidewalk of society. It expresses only its own intensities. It is the Deleuze and Guattarian body without organs (1983), literally ejecting its own organs, intensely embracing other bodies without organs. Love and intimacy are created in these moments which would be shameful in consumer culture where intimacy is produced in circumscribed places through consumerism – fancy restaurants, expensive gifts and so on. The excesses of affect and intimacy produced by vomiting and sex in public challenge hetero- normativity and its direct ties to capitalism.

Moreover, the boundary between public and private is thrown into crisis, per- haps even evacuated by the eroticized vomit performance and Projectile’s ‘stories about puking’, whereby both create non-shaming spaces as the body’s innards are put on display. Not just the sexualization of the act of vomiting, but the collapse of bourgeois decorum in the act of ‘puking’ are transgressions of boundaries linked to the public/private divide, including non-normative sexuality, public performance of bodily functions, the reinscription of positive affect onto normatively negative acts, an overshare of expressive personal proclivities, an outward display of punk pov- erty through the lack of private space in which to vomit and so on. Furthermore, the zine, as a form of autonomous media, creates its own fluid anti-capitalist autonomous public. Queer radicals have thus become anti-capitalist, recognizing ‘that heteronormative forms, so central to the accumulation and reproduction of capital, also depend on heavy interventions in the regulation of capital’ (Berlant and Warner, 2000: 327). But gay capitalism has been quick to establish norms of homosexuality consistent with consumerism.

[hopeful-hugz]

💜🧡 A LOT more Melody and Fir things:

Melody:

"Melly" was first used by Fir as a nickname for her, when they were younger. Since then everyone on the blog has adopted calling her that in some aspect.

Melody's a constant Remnant (FNAF) source given her unique circumstances.

Her main ability as a spirit is possession, currently specializing in possessing technology. Since her IC chip is her anchor, anything it's put into is something she can take direct control of.

This does mean she can possibly possess other bots' bodies as well, however they wouldn't be aware of it 90% of the time for obvious reasons. She doesn't like the fact that she has this power.

If her IC chip was broken or otherwise eliminated, that would broaden the scope of things she is capable of possessing. HOWEVER, it would also mean she has to be possessing something in order to remain anchored to the living world. If she isn't possessing something, only specific people would be capable of seeing her and she wouldn't be able to interact with anything whatsoever.

Can't leave her body in TWEWY universes. That's a one-way ticket to being alice-in-wonderlanded to the UG. It's a little more obvious there that something is up with her as well.

Will pretend to be human in predominantly dominated areas. Hates having to act more human than she needs to.

She wants to be a performer and sing on stage! She is. Very naive about the realities of this dream in particular.

Chamyle knew the dangers of the multiverse when making her body and knew one day she would want to go out into it and see it for herself. So she purposely made her body extremely durable, going as far to make modified alloys to ensure that it took a lot to destroy the body.

While her body is solar powered mainly, Chamyle also made Melody's body capable of drawing from many other power sources. If she needs to, she can run off almost anything that said body can process. This was added when she became capable of eating food, as a way to prevent waste if she did eat anything.

Despite being able to eat, Melody can't taste anything strongly. It's all faint since it's a trait from her ghost. If she was capable to tasking more though, she'd have a much bigger preference towards sweets and things that are EXTREMELY sour.

Her form is capable of being self-modified in small amounts to match any alterations to code.

Melody's code and soul are directly connected. Things that affect it and her IC chip can affect the very culmination of her being.

Fir:

Both her legs are wooden prosthetic given extended capability due to an enchantment from Noir. She's currently considering her moving to a different kind; the problem is finding something she can use that is capable of the abilities she needs

Fir's legs in specific are fir tree wood, which is where she got her name. Noir named her! She doesn't have a legal name.

Having been in one of the Undersoul Programs (Undertale/Deltarune) back in the day, it gave her an interest in that form of manifesting it in general. Hence she has become eerily good at having her soul separated from her body, despite still being connected to her.

Her soul takes the form of a little orange heart that floats about her and seems to have a mind of it's own, following her true desires and senses. This makes it VERY hard for her to lie about certain things unless she can physically grab the little heart.

Her fire magic is POWERFUL. She is an incredibly potent fire prodigy and enjoys working with it to a concerning degree. It comes in handy a lot of the time, however.

Other than her magic, Fir's main weapon of choice are iron knuckles of varying degrees.

She is very against the idea of personally having parents in any capacity. Fir is very vocal about both this and being overly cared for and will actively refuse things if they go too far.

Only capable of sleeping for one hour intervals before waking up again. No matter what is affecting her. This is due to a curse she doesn't even know is affecting her.

Both:

Melody is the brains and Fir is the brawn. This means with their newfound archivist work that Fir is usually the one out in the field, unless it's too dangerous and Melody's resilience is needed more.

Fir adores Melody's singing and it's one of the few things that can make her feel safe no matter what. Melody uses this rather often.

Both Fir and Melody live in Arhive Sigilate / The Sealed Archives now that Chamyle has moved on to be someone new. Melody is it's primary caretaker and Fir will check in on the temporary visitors there and interact with them.

Melody also handles initial visitor or returning visitors, while Fir takes care of the Mass amounts of regular and cursed unown that take up residence in Arhive Sigilate.

Melody is currently teaching Fir to dance. It's not going well.

Fir is incredibly protective over Melody, often casting suspicion on anyone new she brings around. It takes a lot longer for her to warm up to and accept people than her girlfriend, given her past of being puppeteered and manipulated. Melody understands this and often warns people of the fact that Fir could be like that and it's not because of any dislike.

While Melody doesn't fear death, she does fear killing and the death of Fir. In contrast, Fir isn't afraid to get her hands dirty and commit some violence- bit verbal and physical- but is terrified of actually dying permanently. Despite this, Melody is still usually the cautious and logical one, with Fir being incredibly reckless and chaotic.

PDA isn't a huge thing for Fir and Melody. Unless it's for emotional reasons, it usually very rare to see them affectionate with one another. Given both are highly affectionate people, this is incredibly out-of-character for them.

Melody will most often call Fir her partner, while Fir will solely call Melody her girlfriend.

Fir is heavily melee focused in combat, aiming to hit hard and take an opponent out fast. Melody is more ranged and defensive, preferring to keep her distance. That being said, they both have options to handle each others roles for when they are stuck fighting on their own. Melody has the Z-Saber that she inherited from Chamyle and Fir has ranged spells.

[jlf23tumble]

Hi Jen

I can't wait for you to watch aotv and share your thoughts. All I have to say is -

- I absolutely adore Jay and I'm in awe of her.

- I don't if there was a little bit too much of Harry at first or if that's what my brain chose to focus.

- At the beach with the kid was pretty meh but the kid at his show was so so cute. Extremely heartwarming watching them together.

- Helene is an absolute gem.

- The fan moments left me appalled because of the white washing and the blatant show of privilege, not my favourite part.

- I'm surprised there was no mention of afhf.

It's been more 30 hours since I watched it, and I haven't had a single thought that didn't start and end with Louis. Nothing we didn't already know, but he's just a wonderful person, warts and all.

I need to watch again because I don't remember seeing some of the things that people are talking about. Hope you have a great time!

anon 2: I thought the hug was weird until I saw the movie myself because the hug was before the last 1d performance bts and Louis was so nervous. Harry and Louis didn't hug Liam or Niall in that room but only eachother for that small second and Helene so it seemed more like a small gesture of comfort, a bit of I am right here if you need anything. Right after everyone leaves the room because Louis needs a bit more practice with Helene (they were all ready to go onstage except for Louis) and Louis goes to the door and asks for Harry so it seems they talked again off camara. They showed the performance and there on stage everyone hugs except Louis and Harry and that made me laugh because bts they did hug and we never knew until this doc. I don't know if they were broken up but still cared for eachother because Harry also kept looking at Louis in that bts footage and he had this worried look on his face.

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Just gonna group all these movie-related takes together since I finally watched it! I won't answer your points line by line, but here are my knee-jerk takeaways:

None of this was surprising at all, but it was cool to see it all lumped into one place where people couldn't really erase it.

Love love love and miss Jay, also, Louis is such a tremendously strong person because this is definitely edited, he was bearing a lot more weight than is portrayed here, and yet he perseveres. He seems pretty present in every moment, too, which is impressive.

I hope Helene is making a shit-ton of money because she's doing at least 3 jobs.

The negative space around Eleanor (those 2x the E tat shows up, rip) is really loud, especially with the growing number of rainbow flags (starts with one, ends with hundreds), he is definitely opting to NOT talk about any relationship, draw your own dots (but also? some of the choices here, like the extended kiss during the Grease part, okay). I still feel El was a proxy, and that makes all of her absence even more ohhhhhhkay.

Related: I want to rewatch the first 10 minutes because I could swear he does this whole double layering with the "break up" talk and how it's meant to be about the band, but it's definitely literally focused on Harry (for one, that's mainly where you see Harry, especially in some obvious VO work, but also he says "relationship" singular vs. plural in a place where with the band, the plural makes a helluva lot more sense).

Related related: the way that Louis is interacting with Liam and Niall being at the same festival he was at, yet NOT interacting with Harry when he was at one, too, hmmmm.

I need to watch the Liam G. doc because Charlie's INSANE use of in focus/out of focus/in focus/out of focus, especially with family members, is meant to make it somehow feel unstaged but increasingly becomes annoying.

I felt like the James Corden bit was one of the very truest parts of this, a lot of it was by the numbers rote media training, but Louis disappearing? Maybe he hates James, who knows, but if it's a pattern, oh man.

I felt it was about 20 minutes too long, you could start seeing the template by the end (line up of fans, empty stadium, crowd excitement, Louis's buzzing, on to the next place) to the point where it almost diluted it? I would edit that shit down or compress it, there was a point where you weren't seeing anything new except for the location.

I disagree with anon 2 about the hug (for one, we don't see all the interactions/hug moments, who knows if a lot of hugs were shared, but also when he's calling to someone, Harry's in the back, I think, not to the left? I'd have to rewatch). Also, I'm in the camp that they had a big split around this time, yet were still friendly enough to be close, support each other (possibly fuck, who knows).

The parts with Freddie and his grandparents were incredibly moving, and telling, too, in that I get the anxiety spike because there's a lot here that is telling some people shit they just don't want to hear.

AIMH Oli, you can cause trouble up in [personal details redacted], and I would want to hear more about it. Hope you're being well paid, too.

Personal projection time: there were so many, SO MANY peter pan and the (white) lost boys antics, like, I disagree that all the fan content was white-washing when the entire BAND is white boy coded (at least SOME of the fans weren't white Americans). I don't think it'll change soon, but I like to hope he'll reach out and experiment more (both in terms of music and people around him). I hold out this hope because he clearly laid out the blueprint early on about 1st album is this, 2nd album is that, 3rd album is closer to what I want to do...I promise you, Loueh, plenty of non white dude fish in that sea.

[evelhak]

19 and 44

Ok, I'm trying to think of something a bit harder to guess about my personality... hmm. I'm obviously really verbal on Tumblr, so maybe it's not so easy to guess how mentally taxing speaking is to me on a daily basis? And I post my random thoughts here so much that it may seem odd that I have a really hard time initiating anything in social situations? I actually have a lot of responsive energy, if someone prompts me, I could talk to them for hours, and if I can read someone's needs, I may even seem socially skilled (which is why I like expressive people) but if there isn't anything for me to respond to, or no one I can take cues from, it's literally like there's nothing I can do. Like, it's impossible for me to have a job where I need to lead and instruct people, verbally but also nonverbally with my being (though teaching is mostly okay because it's more interactive). If I need to give people verbal instructions, see that they follow them and take charge of the situation, especially if it's a large group of people, I'm just going to meltdown later when I'm alone. (Somehow little kids are fine though, but anything from teen and up is too much.) It's hard to explain how it makes me feel. Because I'm definitely not a leader but I'm not exactly a follower either. It's like I need you to guide me to guide you? If that makes sense. I need some kind of external energy/output/cue, it doesn't have to be verbal and it doesn't have to be intentional or directed at me, but I need something I can react to/work with/make something out of, and if that's there I can even be highly effective but if I'm supposed to take charge on my own I'm mostly highly useless and probably will need a sick leave if I need to be in that situation for an extended period of time. It feels like I'm frying my brain for barely passable results. But as soon as I can read a need from someone, it's like I can breathe again and like my social and practical skills just went from zero to hundred. *Sigh* It's difficult because in most environments spiky skill profiles are not very well understood.

Okay, something lighter for the random fact. Um, I'm gonna go to a hairdresser today and I think I'm gonna let her decide what she wants to do with my hair, because I've never tried that before and now's the only time because I'm not performing (ballet) for a while (since I moved to my parents' house and I'm just taking more relaxed classes) so as long as I can get my hair in a bun by next Christmas anything is fine.

Thanks for the asks. 💙 (I trust that you know by now that my answers tend to be elaborate so I'm not going to apologize for that.)

[meatmechapilot]

Sugar Baby Diaries

Chapter 3: Christmas!

Chapter 2

Eren ground down on Levi's crotch, causing the older man to groan. Levi is currently sitting in a chair in his penthouse, his hands cuffed behind his back while Eren is performing an obscene lap dance for him.

Normally, Levi would be too happy to receive a lap dance from Eren, but today he is feeling quite frustrated since he can only look at Eren and feel the sensations, but he can't reach out and touch. Adding to the frustration is the fact that this is happening on Christmas, which is his birthday to boot. As the birthday boy, Levi thought that he should not be restrained, and should be able to touch as much as he likes.

Eren just then ground down on Levi's crotch again, rubbing on the older man’s hard dick. Levi tried to thrust up for more friction, only for Eren to give him a sly smile and moved away from the older man again. When he was a good distance away, Eren reached out and put his hand on Levi's dick and started to stroke. "This feels painful," Eren purred, clearly angling for a reaction from Levi. "Do you want me to do something about it?" The boy said in a teasing manner.

"Either ride me, or take the cuff off of me, so I can pound you into the mattress." Levi commanded. Eren didn't pay him any mind, but responded by giving Levi's dick a light squeeze, while making sure Levi still had no relief. In almost a year that Levi had known Eren, he noticed that the boy had a mischievous streak. However, Eren rarely displayed it when they were together, since they were always preoccupied with having sex whenever they would meet up.

Earlier that week, Eren's parents went on a Christmas Cruise, so he was free to spend his entire Winter Break with Levi. Eren had practically moved in with Levi in his penthouse, and they had been making good use of their extended time together. Levi would be busy with his work, and whenever he was tired of work, Eren would be there to relieve his stress.

Levi was still busy reestablishing his Mafia businesses, which had retrenched during his stint in jail and then community service. This meant Levi had to stay in for the most part, and he and Eren had a very domestic holiday together. Levi promised to take Eren on a proper vacation, as soon as his Syndicate re-established dominance in its former territories.

Levi was beginning to think that he should actually pay more attention to Eren besides just using his body to sate his lust. After all, his original plan for the boy was to recruit him for his organization. Eren has potential, and in the right hand, the boy could be molded into something beautiful, yet deadly. The beginnings of a grand plan for Eren was forming inside Levi’s brian. But for now, Levi was content to play along with Eren's games.

What Eren lacks in finesse, the boy more than makes up for in creativity. Levi still couldn't believe Eren actually got him to agree to be cuffed to the chair. Eren was doing his best innocent virgin impression, all blushes and demure looks. It really looked like he wanted Levi to initiate him into the world of BDSM. Levi thought that he was going to spend Christmas (and his birthday) teaching Eren how to truly be submissive to him.

Eren himself didn't quite believe that his plan to get back at Levi was working so well. He had thought he was being too obvious, but to his surprise, Levi went along with him and let himself be cuffed to the chair. This was probably the only chance Eren somehow managed to get the jump on Levi, and he just went for it.

Eren had been either grinding his ass or gently stroking Levi's erection for the better part of an hour. Levi was visibly frustrated, but not angry. Eren knew that as soon as he took the handcuffs off Levi, he was in for it. Levi was going to pound him so hard for this. But Eren was almost at his limits, and he can sense that Levi was close as well. Eren didn't want Levi's frustration to turn into outright anger, so when he pulled away one last time, he quickly pulled out a key and undid the handcuffs.

As soon as he was free, Levi grabbed Eren and shoved him onto the bed, then climbed on top of him. "What was that all about?" Levi demanded, even as he spread Eren's legs and penetrated him roughly. Eren prepared himself beforehand, but was still caught off guard by the force of Levi’s thrust.

"Payback for the toy," Eren mumbled, pleasure had already replaced the initial pain of penetration, and it was making it hard for Eren to concentrate.

"That's a long time to hold a grudge," Levi half joked while pushing another well aimed thrust into Eren's ass.

Eren moaned before replying, "It's!" another thrust interrupted him.

"The matter of -- ahh!", and another thrust.

"Principle!" Eren finally finished his answer.

"Well, then," Levi rumbled into Eren's ear, while he was balls deep inside Eren, "I better enact my own payback now." He withdrew from Eren then flipped him onto his hands and knees, and resumed pounding into Eren twice as hard, making the boy's voice ragged from vocalizing his pleasure.

Eren welcomed the rough handling. He loves it when Levi puts him in his place. It was his favorite activity in the world, and it was Levi's too. They each sleep better after utterly exhausting themselves with sex. And when Levi finished putting Eren through his paces, they sank into a deep, restful sleep.

[litnerd]

First week of lectures (21.10. - 24.10.) update

Hm well, I guess it's not gonna be daily updates with me after all :') but I'll try to update you as often as somehow possible.

There's some great news regarding my term paper-- after consulting my teacher she allowed me to extend the deadline/ ignore the deadline. This means I can do all this in my own time without getting horrible backpains from being hunched over in front of my notebook, working in the library for hours on end. Still, I want to finish it till the middle of November to get it out of the way so I can better concentrate on the rest of my classes.

Today's plan:

Today I will go to the library of the Seminar of English Philology (it's the coziest library 'on' campus) to work on an assignment.

Some background info for those who are interested:

In my semantics & pragmatics course we have to do weekly assignments (each will give us 4 points) which will then be added to the points we get in the final exam (adding up to a 100 points max), which is a take-home exam. I took syntax last semester and I'm so glad that semantics & pragmatics doesn't have a midterm exam and the final isn't an open book exam that you have to complete in 90 minutes! It takes a lot of weight off my shoulders.

You must know that I take a loooot of courses this semester. I have more than 30 credits (you're supposed to take courses between 28-30 credits, because they would make up 40 hours of work per week, homework time etc. included) so every course that doesn't have a super complicated final exam is a big relief!

New courses

So, I only visited 2 other lectures so far (many things only start next week): the introduction to German sign language (DGS) and one on the early modern literary period of English writing (yeiz, Shakespeare!).

I also visited two seminars: German sign language practice and my acting course.

The acting course was fun, even though there hadn't been any acting yet! The teacher said it would take too long pushing all the tables to the sides so we would start by getting to know each other a little bit. We introduced ourselves with names & the subjects we study (in my case English literature and culture and 'Germanistik') and then we played a looong round of 2 truths 1 lie, which was quite entertaining. The teacher explained to us how warming up before acting (which is what a big portion of this class is going to be about) is incredibly important and sometimes the only way to manage a play when you feel stuck otherwise. Sometimes the only way to get out of your head and manage to give the best performance is by starting at the very bottom and making your way up. I never thought about it this way, mostly cause I'm horrible at all the warm up shenanigans... It's gonna be interesting to see if I'll improve at all, though. Our final ist going to be basically a diary we have to keep about the course, which is going to be an easy pass! I mean I'm quite literally writing the diary right now already, aren't I?

The sign language course was very fun as well! I never thought about the fact that for a person who speaks German sign language, German would be their secondary language. Signers (those of them who were born deaf) can often write and read German (or whatever spoken language they grew up with) but it's more complicated for them because sign language has very short and direct sentences. As you might know if you read "the horrible German language" by Mark Twain... German is the complete opposite of short and direct. We tend to put our verbs at the end of the sentence (though not all the time) which means you work through a very long sentence having to remember the entire content of it until you FINALLY get to the verb so you know what the sentence actually is about... Sign language has different grammar in general- I didn't know that either! It does make complete sense, but I just never thought about it. And there are different dialects of sign language, even inside Germany. There are minor differences between those dialects such as how they sign colours or the days of the week.

Our teacher is deaf herself and for our first session there was a sign interpretor, translating everything she signed into German and anything we asked her into DGS. From next week on the translator won't be there anymore, so we won't be able to speak German to her unless we write down our questions on the board... Scary, but also kind of cool! She can write German, too, so she will probably give us our exercises via power point presentation. Our final exam in this course will be an "oral" test, aka we gotta practice some signing (it's not going to be extremely hard since it's a beginners course) like signing our names, using the finger alphabet, saying "hello" and "how are you" etc. Just the very basics. We tried doing the finger alphabet already this time and I felt like I was tangling my fingers into a knot :') I have absolutely no idea what my hand is doing when I don't look at it lol!

Anyways, that's it guys. See ya!

[tcawirelespearlcity]

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Fast and Reliable Repairs: Most repairs, like screen replacements and battery changes, are completed the same day, ensuring you get back to your routine without delay.

Experienced Technicians: Our team has years of experience handling all types of phone repairs, from minor fixes to complex issues.

Affordable Pricing: We offer competitive, transparent pricing with no hidden fees. You’ll always know what to expect before we begin any repairs.

Convenient Location: We’re conveniently located in McDonald's Parking Lot next to Territorial Savings Bank at 850 Kamehameha Hwy Ste #8, Pearl City, HI 96782. Whether you’re in town or coming from another part of the island, we’re easy to reach.

FAQs

Q: How long does a typical phone repair take? A: Most common repairs, such as screen replacements or battery changes, can be completed in under an hour.

Q: How much does it cost to repair a phone? A: The cost varies depending on the issue and phone model. We provide upfront pricing, so you’ll know the cost before any work begins.

Q: Do you offer a warranty on repairs? A: Yes, we offer warranties on both parts and labor for all our repairs. If you experience any issues after the repair, simply bring your phone back, and we’ll fix it at no additional cost.

Q: Can you repair all phone brands? A: Yes, we repair all major phone brands, including iPhones, Samsung, Google, LG, and more.

Q: What should I do if my phone has water damage? A: Turn off your phone immediately and bring it to us as soon as possible. The sooner we address the water damage, the better the chance of saving your device.

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If you’re in Oahu and need reliable, fast, and affordable phone repair service , visit Aloha Phone Repair by TCA Wireless - Pearl City. We’re located in McDonald's Parking Lot next to Territorial Savings Bank at 850 Kamehameha Hwy Ste #8, Pearl City, HI 96782.

Call us at +1 (808) 944-8886 to schedule your repair or stop by for a quick fix. Whether you choose to repair or replace, we’re here to help you make the right decision!

[the-firebird69]

And we have an ideas but he wants one of the VW bug Porsches and it's a great idea it really is and wonders if you can turn like a Chevy and a Ford into a BMW sedan and people do that and we can do that too as a kid it's a way to start he says you get a name like Trump does you know like plant on company or something or stick on panel company Eddie's dumb names and you start that and then you take the plant on and you keep the name and it's for like this full kit it doesn't make any sense but they sell it and that's what he's using for cover Saturday it says no not really so we'll go ahead and try that but yeah we want to hold you a Porsche okay good the Volkswagen

:: the standard Volkswagens like 97 to 2000 2017 or something now 2007 they made a lot of these it's probably 3 or 400 trillion and each area and they come with a lot of 140 horsepower and if you put on the Porsche and kids it says 9:29 it looks like it was very cool and it's a lowered one and it it has a very sleek look to it and it is very fast start the VW bug will go 180 mph when you put the plants on kit on and you keep the interior that you don't touch the roof for the frame or anything you just pull some panels off and you pull the fender and bumpers off and you put new ones on and some plantains not many times and it goes then 235 mph cuz again of 55 mph but you're changing the tires and rims yes you have to do that because the kit calls for it you're not laughing the engine in this case or really the exhaust but she just pretty extenders on if you want to add this performance schedule will go about 285 miles an hour so he wants to get it and would have a limiter and still be about 150 mph but that is very fast and it is. And we think we can make the kit for cheaper of course he was saying to build it ourselves and sell it as a different car and it's not a replica it's a kit and it would look like when it wouldn't be exactly like one but selling the kid is safer bets and it's not much work and we can offer the interior but that really is a kid itself is just quarter panels and fenders bumper extenders and plant-ons and there's some sanding and prepping to do that's minor stuff you get yourself and have some bolts and screws and nuts you're not touching the glass at all on the whole car and the whole kit would be like wholesale $2,000 and retail about $3,500 and it would look like a Porsche and people would go nuts here's a Volkswagen now and you can turn that into a Porsche quite easily you take the panels off they come off the the wheel hubs come off and the rear comes off and the trunk and the hood you take it all off and you put all new on and it's lighter and the enclosure is sufficient and the metal doesn't really help you much no it does but we can sell it reinforced and you'll still be the same price more or less he's thinking of metal panels but that would require a lot more effort because they want the plastic so reinforce plastics is good it comes with like metal on it and it acts as part of the accident so we could do an accident testing I'm going to start assembling these and I've got father and mother and from Hera's side even though they do a different car they want to see how it goes for the BMW idea and that would be older BMWs and you convert them into supercars people want to do that my father and mother want to do it all the time if something fun project and they can make it safe enough and it's really something that would be a lot of fun for people it's dangerous these days but we know the type

Savage oppress

I don't give a darn but I want to get going on this he wants me to get going on too and he's going to get going we have a lot of great ideas but he's going to move it Thor Freya Olympus

[theblogs2024]

The Value of Tunes: When and Why we listen to audio

There is no question that the majority of human beings invest a great deal of time listening to audio. New music is Plainly crucial that you us. Neilson (a worldwide measurement business) suggests that Us citizens are Hearing four.5 hours of music per day; A different a person claims it’s 2 several hours. Lots of Some others like me spend amongst two and four several hours listening to some thing musical. So why is music so crucial to us?

Enjoyable Reality: Among the list of oldest devices recognized to people is really a Flute built outside of a vulture’s wing bone. It truly is at least 40,000 several years aged. Scientists look at the existence of devices as a transparent marker of State-of-the-art societies. (source)

The forty two,000-yr-old flutes from Hohle Fels, Vogelherd and Geißenklo¨sterle higher Danube area (now southwest Germany)

Audio is actually something which stimulates the auditory nerves (hearing feeling). But, songs is maybe on the list of only stimuli, been given to one sense organ, which stimulates almost every one of the Mind in distinctive techniques. Lots of “audio” takes place inside the Mind. Our interpretation is essential for differentiating concerning music and sound.

No individual perceives songs in exactly the same way. Bearing this in your mind, you can say that each person is uniquely motivated to pay attention to music. Individuals will even have particular factors to listen to audio. Some widespread reasons are:

Pleasure Distinctive emotion Structural portions of the music which can be desired (refrain, conquer, and so on.) One of a kind sensations like ASMR (head orgasm), piloerections (goosebumps), euphoria, deep trance, and so forth. Not to get bored (All things considered, songs stimulates The entire brain) Social/Interpersonal bonding

Capabilities of tunes: the widespread part it plays within our lives Theoretically speaking, you may hear any music at any time for virtually any or no rationale. Investigation by Jenny M. Groarke and Michael J. Hogan points to 11 essential adaptive features of songs that describe the purpose tunes plays inside our lives. Those people factors are:

Tension Regulation: We use songs as a means to distract ourselves from demanding circumstances. It helps us escape a situation and comfort us.

Stress Regulation: We believe that new music aids us regulate our stress and anxiety and luxury us. Occasionally by escalating optimistic thoughts, matching panic to audio, distracting and comforting us, and even re-evaluating our ideas.

Anger Regulation: Music can calm us down or perhaps validate our emotions. We pay attention to new music simply because we believe it can help us control our anger.

Loneliness Regulation: New music aids us decrease our feelings of loneliness.

Rumination: We in some cases dwell and give attention to nervous and unfortunate thoughts for the reason that music lets us do this in a novel way.

Reminiscence: We keep in mind our earlier experiences – fantastic or negative – and dive into These with a small perception of reliving Individuals Reminiscences.

Sturdy Psychological Activities: We request out profound psychological ordeals via audio.

Awe and Appreciation: Sometimes, listening to music is focused on appreciating its beauty.

Cognitive Regulation: A few of us use tunes to improve our concentration and emphasis when finding out or Performing. This involves streamlining focus, buffering towards sensory inputs, modifying the sensory landscape, and many others.

Identity Formation & Relatability: Music allows us Specific ourselves and create an id. This extends into a social id shared by a larger team of individuals much too (subcultures, genre-enthusiasts, musicians, etc.). It really works like a social glue as well as a tether among individuals.

Slumber Help: Many people use tunes (songs, sound, and auditory podcasts) to help us rest.

Some psychologists simply call this self-regulation making use of new music a “self-calming” system. Like when individuals get started humming a tune when they are stressed or briefly placed on earphones in a social gathering to hear simply a Section of a music they like to restore their mood.

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[cherrydreamer]

After Starcourt and the whole holding off a meat monster thing, Billy's hands are too messed up to drive. Too shaky. Too prone to random flares of red-hot pain or ice-cold numbness to make it safe for him to be in charge of any kind of heavy machinery which, apparently, includes Susan's shitty hatchback.

So Steve offers him a ride to and from his physical therapy sessions.

Billy suspects that Max was the one who sorted out the arrangement, can't imagine King Steve offering his chauffeur services out of the goodness of his heart, especially not at eight in the fucking morning. But hey, the public transport in Hawkins sucks ass, so he's not gonna look a gift horse in the mouth. And while the first ride is awkward- full of stilted conversations that peter out into uncomfortable silences- the second one isn't quite so bad. The third is almost pleasant, and by the fifth they've got a heated game of license plate spotting going. The sixth has them both singing along to Bohemian Rhapsody, Steve's attempts at the falsetto being the first thing to make Billy laugh in months. The seventh has Billy brandishing a tape of A Night at the Opera and insisting on a repeat performance, then regretting it when Steve keeps on replaying I'm in Love With My Car over and over again instead.

And from then on, it's good. Fun. Easy. A hell of a lot better than taking the bus.

Which is why Billy doesn't say anything when he gets cleared to drive. Because it's not like he has his own car any more so, really, it makes sense to keep shtum. That's what he tells himself, anyway, as he tries not to think about the fact that the half hour he gets in the car with Steve is easily the best part of his day. Hell, it's the best part of his entire week.

He doesn't know that Steve overheard Doc Owens giving Billy the all-clear weeks ago. Because Steve doesn't bring it up either. But he does start taking the scenic route home, with some hastily muttered excuse about the shitty traffic signals on Kerley.

And it works. For a bit. Billy gets an extended pocket of happiness. Steve warbles his way through the Queen back catalogue. Billy holds his tongue through I Was Born to Love You. It works.

But eventually there comes a point when Billy's discharged from hospital completely, when, right at the end of his session, the doctors inform him that there's nothing more they can really do for him. When, apparently, his broken body and messed up mind are considered good enough. And that's when he has to bite the damn bullet and swallow the bitter taste in his mouth, the reminder that Billy Hargrove never gets to keep a good thing for long, and tell Steve that he's got his Wednesday mornings back to himself now.

He holds it all in until they're back at Cherry Lane. Forgets about it, just for an hour, and lets himself have one more ride. One more easy conversation. One more bubble of laughing, smiling happiness.

And then he lets it all pop.

"So the good ol' doc says that was my last poke 'n prod visit. Looks like this is as good as it gets. So, yeah, you're a free man, Harrington. No more taxi service. Thanks, uh, thanks for...y'know. The help."

And Steve nods and he smiles. Warm and bright and genuine when he tells Billy that he's welcome. And then he makes some joke that Billy isn't listening to before driving away with little more a dorky little salute wave and his usual, "See you around, Hargrove."

And Billy doubts that. He doubts it very much.

But he does see Steve. Because Steve comes back. The next week, Wednesday morning, just like clockwork, Billy hears the familiar pip of a horn and he shuffles out of bed and pulls back the curtains and there he is, like he always has been. Harrington. Steve. Smiling. Waving. Waiting.

And Billy has to swallow that bitter pill again, but first he has to hold it in his mouth while he pulls on some pants and walks barefoot towards the Beemer and then he has to try not to let the bitterness colour his tone when he leans through the open passenger's side window and says, "Thought I told you, Stevie, I don't need a ride anymore."

And Billy knows it must just be a trick of the light, but he's pretty sure Steve's cheeks flush. Just for a second, he could've sworn that Steve looked sheepish. And he's pretty damn sure he must be dreaming when Steve smiles at him, soft and fond but a little nervous and says,

"I know, but...you still need breakfast, right? Cause, if you want? There's a diner, does this pancake platter thing with, like..."

But Billy's not really listening. Because there's a tape sitting on the passenger seat. Queen, again, but this one's brand new and still wrapped in shiny cellophane. Ready and waiting.

A Kind of Magic

Fitting. Billy thinks.