#some Thelma and Louise type shit

[seasonalsands]

Bruh what are we doing here, why yall holding hands on TWO SEPERATE DIRTBIKES

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I just want to thank you for weekly rebloging "donny big lewoski bumblebee fancam" I just got around to watching the movie yesterday and I only have to say

WHY 😭😭😭😭😭

I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone who hasn't seen it but I loved it 🧡

Do you have similar movie recommendations? I adore movies about ordinary people in weird shenanigans.

Oh man I have so many. so glad u enjoyed 🥰

going 2 post movie recs under the cut in case this gets long:

First off, other coen brothers movies will have a very similar vibe.

-Raising arizona: nic cage looking about as good as hes ever looked. more on the silly side akin to big lebowski

-Fargo: i LOVEEEE this movie. Another Buscemi Banger... It's still pretty ridiculous but the overall tone is a bit less silly.

miller's crossing is also really good, but its a lot more mobster movie than ordinary guy in a situation movie. Burn after reading is similar to the others but I dont really like that one as much.

Moving on from the coen brothers, I actually think nic cage has some other bangers in this category...

moonstruck: i just really like this one idk why, but is more rom-com than coen brothers movies tend to be. i think i just really like cher tbh.

adaptation: This Movie Is So Silly And It Made Me Cry Big Time. its about a guy who steals flowers, a woman who wrote a book about the guy who steals flowers, and the screenwriter making the movie about the book. ridiculous premise played straight situation.[this concludes the nic cage section... Unless... Ur brave enough to enjoy Con Air or Face/Off...🤨]

punch drunk love, inherent vice, the nice guys:

all some type of flavor of "some shit goes down in LA". the nice guys was one i got on by the OP of the original DBLBFF creator. A rec straight from the source

california split and mikey and nicky are both dudes rock movies where some guys find themselves in a situation. also just love robert altman and peter faulk and john cassavetes as actors. these are both on the more serious side iirc

big night: i really like this one but its not higher up because its not very lebowski-ish, but its about two brothers trying to save their restaurant.

Oh yeah, any stuff by the Safdie brothers has a touch of weirdness in the mundane at the least. It's like if the big lebowski was a lot more high stakes and made u sweat a lot while ur watching. I especially like Good Time for rpatts looking nice and grimey ans The Curse (which is a tv show but wow is it insane. it's really insane and im getting off topic but the curse is really good.)

notable mentions for movies I just really like who have interesting weird characters in situations: Dog day afternoon, ghost dog, my cousin vinny, thelma and louise, lars and the real girl, and office killer. I'm kinda losing the plot here so I'd take the earlier recs first, but all of these movies are fun in some way imo.

this got kinda long mostly because i really like talking about movies, hopefully u find something good out of those anon tysm for askingggg^_^ i think my overall theme for this list ended up being "movie with average people in a situation that will hold your attention for 90 minutes"

[dailyopulence]

𝚃𝙴𝚇𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳: 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚋𝚘𝚍𝚒𝚎𝚜

Group texts between members of the Auto Club taking place between October 9th to October 16th. Feat: @marsdenlee​, @wolfontheloose​, @sirensofia​.

[text from mars]: Anyone know who owns that green 2010 Dodge Viper? I want an introduction and a joy ride. [from Ryden]: no clue [from Ryden]: i can try finding out? [text from mars]: ,,,,,,,,,,'xxcccccccc mmmmn hhhh'"""""";;;;;;; [text from mars]: Sorry the drool machine had my phone. [text from mars]: Yes please. Thank you. 😘 [from Ryden]: was bout to say that was the smartest thing u ever said [from Ryden]: ok i found out [text from mars]: You've wounded me you saucy boy. [text from mars]: Who is it? [from Ryden]: dont cry [from Ryden]: cant tell u that what if u plan to steal it? [text from mars]: I ain't gonna steal it. [text from mars]: I just wanna play with it. [from Ryden]: thats what they all say [from Ryden]: tell honeybun im bringing over smt nice for her tmr [from Ryden]: gnite [text from mars]: I'll let her know. [text from mars]: Sleep tight don't let the werebugs bite. [text from sofia]: you realise he didn't even tell you right? [text from sofia]: it belongs to that guy who manages the gas station. [text from sofia]: like lenny or larry or something. [text from mars]: You're right, I've been bamboozled. [text from mars]: Gas station Lenny! [text from mars]: I'm gonna bribe him with jerky. [text from sofia]: he probably has infinite access to jerky, you know, working at a gas station. [text from mars]: Good point. Sweet talk him for me! [text from sofia]: i don't think that would work... [text from sofia]: i may or may not have told him his fingers have the dexterity of a falling tree... [text from mars]: My dream of riding in that Viper dies with you. [text from mars]: How do you know his finger dexterity? [text from sofia]: i may or may not have said it while they were inside of me. [text from mars]: Ew. [text from mars]: My condolences for your pussy. [text from sofia]: i felt bad for it too. [text from sofia]: regardless, not sure i can sweet talk a ride for you. men tend to take insulting their lack of technique personally instead of, you know, getting better. [text from mars]: I'll try to sweet talk him but pretty sure I'm not his type. [text from sofia]: it's surprising whose type you can be. [text from Ryden]: u guys... srsly, if i asked for yall cause u got a rly cool house or smt would u like ppl giving ur name around?😒 [text from mars]: How cool of a house are we talking? Do I have an indoor pool with a slide? [text from sofia]: ry should come hang out at the mansion with us. [text from mars]: Great idea! 😯 [text from Ryden]: delusional yall dont have mansions [text from mars]: I have a huge mansion. [text from mars]: Seven of them. [text from mars]: Each is a different color of the rainbow. [text from Ryden]: okay mars bar ❤️ u can have whatever u want [text from mars]: I want us to Thelma and Louise that Viper 😘 and then hang out in my blue mansion in my indoor pool [text from sofia]: he really doesn’t think we have a mansion… [text from Ryden]: ...shit dont tell lenny bruv, he pack... i cant🙁 [text from mars]: Awright pack is pack. I'll leave his pretty Viper alone for you. [text from mars]: Fair, Sof, we're glorified squatters. [text from sofia]: eat the rich tbh. its ours now. [text from Ryden]: oh no like lenny is shithead he dont even service it at my place like i would steal it meself just to spite him but cant cuz pack [text from Ryden]: eat the rich? i would im game [text from mars]: That sounds like I can steal at least one lug nut. [text from Ryden]: i heard nothin [text from sofia]: steal the gear stick, he can’t work it anyway. [text from Ryden]: heh tru [text from mars]: One commemorative gear stick and lug nut coming your way [text from mars]: BRB [text from Ryden]: well tits.... [text from sofia]: just us now. your girl gave me a tattoo. micah and i probably going back this weekend for some more. i’ll look like you nerds soon if he has his way. [text from Ryden]: cel gives best tats [text from Ryden]: u can always tell micah no if you dont wanna look like a nerd [text from Ryden]: but in those exact words cuz he otherwise won't undertand [text from sofia]: nah, i should look like what i am. [text from sofia]: you got any tats with anyone? [text from Ryden]: yah [text from Ryden]: latest one with nerd no 2 [text from Ryden]: we were both drunk tho😁 [text from sofia]: you each had space left? what did you do? tattoo your ball sacks? [text from sofia]: that’s where i’ll convince the old man to get one. [text from Ryden]: i had to look rly hard [text from Ryden]: marsupial has some catchin up to do [text from Ryden]: mines just above my left ankle had some space there left [text from Ryden]: hah dont he'll be useless for weeks u dont need useless teabags in ur life [text from mars]: I got the shift knob but not the lug nut.

[text from Ryden]: u chaotic mf u screwed me tnx  alot... [text from mars]: Anything for you dear.😘 [text from mars]: He didn't even see me. I was so stealth. [text from sofia]: what did y’all get though? [text from sofia]: dibs on it. [text from sofia]: i’m not sure what you imagine the balls of a man in his fifties are doing either but they’re already useless teabags. only good for a some flavor 😏 [text from mars]: Raw onion flavor? [text from mars]: Pass! [text from mars]: Not even sour cream and onion which is far superior. [text from mars]: Consider this knob all yours Sofia. [text from mars]: May it serve you better than your current one. [text from mars]: I have no memory of getting a new tattoo. [text from Ryden]: u know who's fuckin useless [text from Ryden]: that guy right there this one called fuckin marsden lee [text from Ryden]: steals shit like a pro but remembers jack squat [text from Ryden]: useless [text from Ryden]: bff role revoked mate [text from Ryden]: i got a pacman and i got it alone so there [text from mars]: Oooooooh that's right I got the ghost gang. [text from mars]: Don't forsake me baby 😢 [text from Ryden]: too late bye [img text from mars]:

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[text from Ryden]: pulling ur leg is fine u were piss drunk dont drama [text from mars]: I'll drama if I want to drama. [text from mars]: fine gimme a moment to mute [text from sofia]: that seems so off brand for your tattoos. [text from sofia]: whatever, what’s your guys opinion on red ink? [text from Ryden]: but we were drunk so thats ttly on brand [text from Ryden]: do not recommend [text from sofia]: why? [text from mars]: Red ink makes the ouchy more ouchy. [text from sofia]: pretty sure we could handle the ouchie. [text from Ryden]: most risky, can cause alergic reactions easily in some ppl [text from Ryden]: but like we are superhuman who cares [text from sofia]: watch me give micah an allergic reaction because i want something special. [text from sofia]: i’ll show you guys at the next meeting though. [text from Ryden]: dont forget to show i wanna see [text from sofia]: i’ll remember! i’m not that forgetful. [text from Ryden]: sweeeeeet 👍

[ezrastokes]

[ CODY CHRISTIAN, HE/HIM, CISMALE ] —  [ EZRA STOKES ]  is a child of [ HEPHAESTUS ] with the power of  [ TECHNOKINESIS ] .  they were born in [ 1995 ] and have been in nemean lion since  [ 2010 ] .  with the change, they [ HAVE GRADUATED FROM ] the [ TECHNOLOGY ] role which makes sense since they’re usually [ FIRING POTTERY IN THE KILN AND BREWING A THIRD CUP OF COFFEE ] .  if you’d like to meet them try the [ MOON ]  building .  —  kati / she & her / est / 18+

links: stats / pinterest .

background

most of ezra’s early years were spent not fitting in and for most of that time, he didn’t know why. he didn’t understand why his father seemed to hate him so much, why his younger brother, caleb, seemed to get all of the attention. ezra chalked it up to just not being quite good enough, maybe because he wasn’t into sports the way caleb was, coming home with paint on his shirt instead of grass stains. 

for a while, ezra tried to fit in, went out for baseball to try and garner his father’s approval, but it was never really him. over time, he began to isolate himself instead, because it was easier to be on his own than face rejection and disapproval.

his mom was loving, but only behind closed doors. it always seemed like she was scared to show her affection for ezra in front of his father, like she felt GUILTY about loving him, about caring about him. she’d sneak into his room at night and read him stories or they’d spend all day together when his father was out of town. “ why does dad hate me so much ? ” he’d ask, and his mother would smile sadly and say, “ i’ll explain more when you’re older. ” 

ezra started developing his powers when he was about twelve years old. his mother had hoped it would never happen. it started small, realizing he could do things like make the toaster pop up without touching it or turn on the television with what seemed to be sheer willpower. his parents started noticing this too. he overheard them talking about it one night, fighting. ezra didn’t know what it meant, but over time, he’d listen at the top of the stairwell as the arguments got more and more heated, resulting in broken glass. caleb would sit with him sometimes. “ what are they always fighting about lately ? ” ezra would ask. “ you, ” the dreaded answer, but he’d already known. he just needed to hear someone say it. “ it’s because you’re a freak. ” 

anxious during a test at school, ezra set the printer going so hard that it started smoking and set the fire alarm off. to most people, it was nice to get out of the test, but ezra went home demanding answers. “ just tell me what i am, please ! ” rising frustration, appliances in the house whirring to life. ezra was getting more powerful, it was not just a PHASE that he could outgrow. his parents had to tell him the truth. 

his mother sit down and told him about an AFFAIR she had once, with the god hephaestus. he had been able to forgive her for it, but his father had never been able to get over the living manifestation of her disloyalty, the obvious misfit in the family that stuck out and didn’t belong. every day, ezra seemed less and less like he could be his father’s son. everything seemed to click into place for ezra, but it didn’t make him feel any better to be the product of circumstances he couldn’t control ; things would have been easier if he’d been born normal like caleb. 

his mother expressed concern for the way his powers were growing and that modern society might not be the place for him. she’d been told if such powers ever developed, that there was a place that he could go. so, at age fifteen he packed this things and began training at nemean lion. 

ezra naturally assimilated into the technology track with his powers, it seemed to make the most sense for him. in terms of helping heroes, he is most comfortable beneath the hood of a car, developing advanced transportation technology and essentially providing heroes with the best possible support. he also built his own motorcycle and car from scratch, they’re named thelma and louise respectively, his pride and joys. ezra is  a quiet person but get him talking about his hobbies / geeking out and you’ve hit the sweet spot. 

recently graduated and working, though he feels like he’s in no position to mentor the newbies…he’ll try. he would’ve been happy to be a student forever, but due to nl’s new status, he felt the need to rush his graduation and work a little harder so that they’d have the tech help they need for the heroes on the field fighting monsters and such. 

personality

PERSISTENT. essentially, when ezra sets his mind on something, he will accomplish it. in some ways, he can be pretty one-track minded when it comes to things, like he’ll start a task in the garage or at the kiln and he won’t speak to anyone for days until it’s done. balance ? he doesn’t know her. but achieving his goals ? yes, king. sometimes i think ezra believes that people are to be measured on accomplishments and his value only exists in terms of what he can do for others. however, you can definitely count on him to get a job done. 

PRACTICAL. ezra is a pretty realistic person, not the type to get caught up in a daydream or set an unrealistic expectation for himself. granted, he knows he can accomplish a lot, but he would never expect more of himself than what is tangible. he’s definitely not a naive person and is more inclined to believe actions over words every time. 

INDEPENDENT. ezra is the sort of person who has always felt like he’s had to fend for himself and is pretty mature. he’s good at taking care of himself and has never felt like he NEEDS other – not that anyone’s really need him. he’s very self-sufficient as a person basically and doesn’t rely on others to get things done. you’ll literally never feel like ezra’s a mooch, but he would let others mooch off him tbh. 

PESSMISTIC. as a result of that practicality, he can come off as rather negative in conversation or in ideals. essentially, ezra can be a real downer to be around sometimes because he will always anticipate the worst case scenario ! he’ll tell you he’s just being prepared though. 

SENSITIVE. although he comes off as tough or even unapproachable sometimes, this is actually because he’s EASILY hurt. he puts on a front like a badass but seriously he is a sensitive baby and if you say something that rubs him the wrong way he will legit never forget it. can literally hold a grudge for 8092390482 years like if you cross him slightly he will bring it up until you die. 

headcanons

if he’s not working with vehicles, he’s making pottery. he has a wheel in his room and is really passionate about art and ceramics. so, when he’s not working, he’s probably firing something.

yes, he has an etsy store <3 

has a little black cat named soot that is genuinely his best friend

has a natural affinity toward all things fire and smoke, developing the nasty habit of smoking cigarettes – american spirits, too, because he has no class. however, since he started dating his current girlfriend, he’s pretty much quit smoking to make her happy – and like, to be more kissable.

genuinely, his girlfriend cecilia baum ( y’all know her ? ) has been a super positive influence in his life because he used to drink, smoke, and isolate himself a lot more before getting to know her but honestly the act of developing a crush and trying to impress her all the time got him into better habits and her caring about him has made him care a bit about himself more too.

granted, it’s not JUST cece. making better friends and meeting people that care about him has been a positive influence on him overall

don’t ask me too much about cece, strud and i are mid-plotting but they are dating. 

you’d probably think like mechanic, artist, he must be super messy? however, ezra is really meticulous and organized, i would say he’s always been really mature and independent. he has his shit together, but he’s also fueled by a ridiculous amount of coffee in order to do so. 

though he does often smell like gasoline from working in the garage so much, though he personally loves that. 

really likes thrifting? like browsing thrift stores for hours and finding weird shit or interesting art pieces. he’ll treat thrift stores like museums, could spend hours walking around, but he’ll also spend hours walking around museums. 

wanted connections

best friends, bros, etc !! i’m looking for the people he really vibes with in a number of ways, his squad, his fam, the wholesome shit. the scott to his stiles, the schmidt to his nick, all of these things. 

but i would especially love to have like his DAY ONE, i will simply go crazy go stupid for a best friend connection and i feel like that person who supported him from the start and made him feel less alone on his first days at NL prob means the fucking world to him.

like, someone he’s protective of? maybe a little sister type connection, essentially someone that’s probably softer and more naive and he feels like he has to look out for them and keep them safe and such. 

someone to test out his vehicles and inventions. ezra is always tinkering away in the garage and he comes up with cool stuff for the heroes to use out when they’re saving the world, it would be nice if he had someone who was always down to literally come through in the middle of the night and be the elastigirl to his edna mode and all.

someone that he really clashes with. give me enemies for god’s sake, or anything, i feel like especially when he first arrived at NL he was a bit rough around the edges, hard to get to know. ezra definitely comes off as grumpy and standoffish around people he’s not super comfortable with and he’s pretty introverted, so they might have gotten a bad impression of him. 

or honestly if you play a char that’s kind of ? stuck up ? full of themselves ? that would really rub him the wrong way. tho he’s probably just jealous bc he lacks that confidence like damn. 

an almost? like a case of bad timing where they were hitting it off or maybe there could have been something between them but he started dating cece instead. maybe your character read into it more than it was and felt really hurt by it. OR he told them he didn’t want a relationship/do relationships and then started dating cece right quick like that’s gotta hurt. 

someone who is good w money. help him manage the finances of his etsy store and how to run a business because he doesn’t even know how to properly price his own goods, probably undersells himself. gimme the business mind to his art mind. 

drinking buddies! sitting around w a good glass of scotch talking about life after a hard day. ezra doesn’t drink so much but honestly their work is hard and ppl die so like, a lil something to take the edge off. 

roommates? is that a thing here? he is in moon building.

naturally also down to vibe and plot anything, exes, family members, enemies, besties, all the things, this is just off the top of my head !!! 

[goodgodgodfrey]

New Beginnings | A Villains Story

So, I just got done watching Villains and I absolutely loved it. I had originally wanted to write a few Mickey one shots but this one just screamed out to me and the writing of it was just so easy I had to go with that flow. I just had to write a super long Mickey story that would include all of the usual good stuff and has endless potential. I hope you enjoy the first part of this new fic :) <3

Tw; sexual harassment, incident of sexual assault, swearing, sexual innuendo

Word count: 1531

“Hey sweet cheeks, how about another coffee over here? We’re dying of thirst,” came the call from the table of creepy guys who were sat close to the door of the roadside café where you worked. A quiet sigh escaped through her slightly parted lips before she turned, her customer service smile suddenly appearing on your face.

“Of course gentleman, I’m sorry I didn’t come back to you earlier …” she said, leaning over the table in her short uniform to pour coffee into their empty mugs. The man to her right, closest to the exit of the booth smacked his large, greasy hand against her backside and gave it a rough squeeze. The young girl pursed her lips into a polite smile, not wanting to risk losing her tips, that was the last thing she needed this month. Once the young girl had finished at their table, she began to slowly slink away, her head hanging in shame. Normally, outside of work, if some greaser even thought about touching her in that manner, her knee would collide with their bollocks pretty fucking quickly. Outside of work, she took no shit from anyone. When taking that shit meant she got to keep a roof over her head and she got to eat that month, she took it. The young woman walked back around to the service station, slamming down her coffee pot and stifling back a sob. Her hand whipped up toward her mouth to quieten herself further. As she stood there, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She quickly spun around coffee pot in hand.

“Woah there, hey hey, wow I’m sorry …” came the voice of the male stood in front of her. He stood there, towering over her petite frame, his hands held up in a defensive position.

“Oh my gosh … I am so sorry Sir, I’m sorry, I’m just …. It’s a rough day …” she quickly said back in response, putting the coffee pot down on the burner. “Can I get you something?” she asked, smoothing out her uniform and grabbing the note pad out of her apron pocket.

“Some sugar …” he said with a cheeky smile. The look on the girls face must have been less than impressed because the man chuckled and pointed to another one of the booths positioned by a large window, “.. for my coffee … relax ..” he said with another beaming smile. He wiggled his eyebrows at her before wandering back to his table. What had just happened? She thought to herself. Usually if a guy made a sexual innuendo as a joke, she would feel gross, disgusting and used inside, but this time, she thought it was cute and endearing. Was it purely based on the fact this guy was young, clean and exceptionally hot? The young girl shook her head before rasping one of the sugar shakers off the stand and pattering over to the booth.

“Your sugar,” she began, placing it down next to the handsome individual’s hand. Before she had a chance to say anything else, she heard the greasy truckers pipe up again. Her face must have looked sad because next thing she knew, she felt someone take her hand.

“Hey, beautiful, don’t let them assholes bother you. They never managed to climb all the way up the evolution tree and so … they don’t know how to treat a lady such as yourself.”

The young girl smiled, pushing a strand of her hair out of her face. “I have to …” she said, gesturing to the men who wanted yet another refill of their coffee.

“Sure of course … hey what time do you get a break? Or like, finish? You know, work?” he said. His voice was like caramel, so fluid and music to this lonely girls ears. His questions took her back as she wasn’t expecting them, but she turned, looked at the clock and responded.

“In one hour …” she said, releasing her hand from his and almost skipping off to serve the other table.

-

An hour had passed, and the young, dark haired man was still sat in his booth, slowly sipping his coffee, occasionally tipping the sugar shaker over his cup. The young girl punched her clock in and clock out card on the machine attached to the wall, grabbed her jacket, and walked over to the booth, taking a few deep breaths. What was she doing? This man was a stranger. She did not even know his name, but something was pulling her towards him. Something … special. She slid herself into the booth, startling him.

“Sorry …” she said quietly, a small smile crossing her lips. She popped her jacket and her small bag onto the seat next to her.

“Oh, hey yeah, no problem …” he said, smiling back at her. She looked intently at his face, scanning his hair line, his beautiful green eyes, the skinny attempt of a moustache across his top lip, and his lips … they were to die for. For a moment he stopped and stared at them, only them. Oh how she wondered what it would be like to kiss them.

“Mickey …” the guy said, holding his hand out to her. She snapped out of her trance and looked him in the eye. “… that’s my name, Mickey. Realised I hadn’t introduced myself and thought, you know, I’m being quite rude …”

The way he formatted his sentences, the way word came out of his mouth was adorable. His personality shone through and she found it incredibly sexy.

“I’m Louisa ...” she said, taking Mickeys hand in hers. Before she had a chance to shake it, he brought her hands to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to the back of it.

“Enchanté Louisa,” Mickey said, his thumb stroking the back of her hand. “So … why is someone as fantastical and beautiful working in a dive like this, serving utter assholes like that table by the other window…” he pointed towards the table that was now clear of oversized greasy trucker types, clean and already set up for the next lot of diners.

Louisa shrugged, “Keeps a roof over my head and food in my belly each month. Its gross and I hate it but … it’s cash…” she said, her tone sad and defeated. She had never imagined her life would turn out so shitty. She had imagined travelling, seeing the world, never having a care, no stress. How the tables had turned.

“Ah, I see, the usual story of this god forsaken land squeezing the life out of poor young girls who have their whole life in front of them. It’s so sad don’tcha think?” Mickey leant forward, a smile on his face. “Like, what if you just, gave it up one day and disappeared, went to travel the world or take risks and do tuff you could only ever dream of doing?”

Louisa couldn’t help but smile at how erratic Mickey was, but at the same time, what he was saying was just ridiculous. She couldn’t do that in a million years, not on her own and certainly not with Mickey. They had only just met, like two hours ago.

“Hey .. hey I’ve got a car, and I’ve got skills … what if we just upped and left? What if I rescued you from this shit hole diner? What if … “ he said, his hands incredibly animated, knocking over the sugar shaker but catching it just in time. “What if … we just left now? Said fuck it and left our awful mediocre lives behind and led a life of wonder and fantasy … do what we always wanted to do!”

“Mickey … we just met. You don’t know me, I don’t know you. We haven’t said more than two words to each other that included information about ourselves. I could be a secret serial killer for all you know!”

“Oh come on … what are the chances of there being two serial killers in this diner at one time? Like that’s an incredibly th-“ he stopped mid-sentence, noticing by that the look on her face that she was less than convinced this was a good idea. “-in and this isn’t a good argument to convince you to come with me is it? Shit …” he said, screwing up his face.

“Okay … lets do it this way …” Louisa began, reaching her hand out to put it on top of Mickeys. “We play twenty questions and if from our questions we seem compatible enough to lead the Thelma and Louise lifestyle and live out the back of your car, then I’ll do it … but … and it’s a big but …” she said, her other hand grabbing his other hand, leaning forwards so that she could talk in nothing but a whisper, “ … we’re swinging by my place first …” she left the sentence open and ambiguous on purpose. Did she mean to pick up some of her things? Did she mean in a more reckless way? She didn’t know.

“Deal …” Mickey said. “To possible new beginnings!”

[darling-i-read-it]

Bonnie and Clyde

JD x reader

Word Count: 1.2k 

Warnings: guns, grabby men, talks of death robbery and hitchhiking

Author’s Note: We STAN JD. I hope you like this one love, I quite like how it turned out especially with how my writings been lately. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Requested: by anon, Hi love!!! Hope all is well. Just wondering if I could request a Bonnie and Clyde type of thing with jd from thelma & louise? Sorry it’s pretty vague but I think it could be cute !

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluff

Song: december 1963 (oh what a night) by frankie valli and the four seasons

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 

(not my gif) (sir, i love you doe, i love you)

    When you met JD you were hitchhiking to nowhere. Sometimes you would just take the ride and get dropped off wherever they could take you. On occasion you had to rob those dirty men who thought they would get more out of you than you were willing to give.

    You ran into JD in one of those scenarios. You were on the side of the road, finger out, blowing a gum bubble that you had gotten from one of the stations close by. A van pulled over (bad sign but oh well) and you got into the back seat. In the front seat was what you would later learn to be JD and beside him in the driver's seat was a stingy old man. He looked like he hadn’t taken a shower in ten years. 

    He stunk too.

    “Heya missy,” he said, his voice gravelly. You had met a lot of strangers and you were able to tell pretty quickly when someone was off. While you were getting okay vibes from the guy in the passenger seat, the guy beside him was bad. You weren’t sure why yet but you forced a smile onto your face.

    “Thanks for the ride. Just take me as far as you can go,” you called. 

“You know, JD here is a hitcher too,” he said, pointing to the passenger seat guy. You raised an eyebrow and felt immediately better knowing that information. He did not know this guy and from the look he shot you you were pretty sure he would back you up if you wanted to leave.

“Where are you getting off?” He looked at you through the rear view mirror, chewing on a toothpick. 

“Wherever you are.” 

“Ah a wanderer. I dig that.”

The driver did not seem to enjoy the looks you were giving each other so he started talking about himself and his adventures although you weren’t really paying any attention. You were watching JD listen to him through the mirror. 

Eventually you got to a point where your driver needed to let you out and you started to gather your small bag. JD got out of the car, waiting for you.

“Hey missy,” the driver muttered, smiling evilly. You knew that look. You hated that look. “If you wanna stick around, I’ll get bucko here to get lost.” His voice was drawled and his eyes were lingering on places that were not your eyes. You scoffed.

“Thanks for the ride man.” 

You started to get out when he grabbed your arm and yanked you back. JD saw this from outside and dropped his bag, climbing back into the car in the back seat with you, wrestling the guy off of you. You looked at the driver with furious eyes and slapped him, not caring about the repercussions. He started going at you again but JD grabbed his face before he could get the chance, banging it against the car window. 

You got out of the car while he did that and eventually he joined you on the side of the road, beside a gas station.

“Get lost!” JD yelled. The guy managed to get his bearing and zoomed quickly away. You flipped him off as he went. You let out a heavy breath and both of you were silent for a moment.

    “Not really worth the ride is it,” he muttered beside you. You shrugged and reached into your pocket.

    “You want some extra cash for helping me out there?” He raised his eyebrows, looking at the wallet in your hand.

    “That his?”

    “Grabbed it while you were manhandling his face.”  He laughed and took it from you, opening it to admire the quite large wad of cash in it.

    “You’re pretty sneaky about that.”

    “We shoulda damn killed him. Scum of the Earth. He deserves his wallet taken.” 

    It was in that moment, in an unlikely turn of events and timing that you and JD gave each other big heart eyes. You felt your chest warm and you knew that your days of wandering alone were long over.

    You and JD started to hitchhike together after that. You didn’t have a place to land and neither did he. You stayed in dingy hotels and slept together and laughed and told stories. You were really in love. You had never thought that kind of love was possible. You were both so happy.

    The real glue in your relationship though was the robbing. All the way up and down the highways you would take men and women who you thought deserves it and decide what you wanted to do with them. Death was possible but robbing was more likely. But you wouldn’t shy away from your gun and neither did he, especially if it meant protecting the other from an unneeded fight. 

    You sat on the side of the road, ready for another victim. JD’s hand rested on your knee as he waited for a car to pass. You leaned into his side, his hat rested on your head.

    “Fuck girl, you think you got enough cash there?” he asked, laughing as you counted the money on your lap. You shrugged.

    “We could use some more. Steak dinner. I’m calling it for this one.” 

    “We could just rob one of those gas stations again.” You had gotten into the habit of doing that as well although it was more high profile. You only did it when you were feeling bold (or had just come off of a good night together). 

    “Eh we’ll wait a bit. I saw a sketch with your face a few towns back. I ain’t about to attract attention yet.” He nodded and handed you the gun from his pocket.   

    “You be careful this time then.”

    “JD, I’m used to the shit now.”

    “Who knows. We might get a guy carrying.”

    “That’s why we scope out before we strike. We’re smart. Quit worrying.” He chuckled and squeezed your knee tighter.

    As a car came into view he raised his hand, a thumb out. You smiled.

tags; @mychemicalimagines​ @tealaquinn 

[morewyckedthanyou]

These are pretty random, but Top 5 alcoholic beverages/drinks and Top 10 movies. 😊

Hmmm I think my Top 5 alcoholic beverages/drinks would be (in no particular order):

1. Beer (especially dark brews and different kind of stouts) because I'm one of those weirdos who actually really likes beer. Not all beer types though, as some taste how I'd imagine cat piss to taste like, but those that I do like I really do like.

2. Lonkero - aka "the Finnish long drink" (explanation for my non-Finnish followers who just went "wtf is lonkero???": usually a mix of gin and grapefruit juice but can also be a mix of gin/something else).

3. Rum and pretty much anything that has rum in it. White or dark rum, I don't care. As long as there's rum, I'm all for it.

4. Strawberry margaritas. Fuck but they're goooooood.

5. Tequila shots for when I want to get super wasted super fast.

Top 10 movies:

Oh shit the question that's always as hard for me to answer. Because I have so many favourites which are all favourites for very different reasons. But ugh, fine, I'll try. 😅

Again in no particular order because fuck if I know.

1. Thelma and Louise (1991) (I'm starting with this one because I don't think I've ever really properly mentioned this before - even though it is one of my forever favourites. Sure the ending makes me cry and it's not a fun movie in general, it gives me anxiety even... But still a great film. Also happens to star Susan Sarandon who is one of my favourite actresses so that's a big plus!)

2. Jurassic Park (1993)(Ok everyone knows I love this one but listen - I saw this for the first time when I was only a kid. A little kid who loved dinosaurs. It left such a huge impact on me and it will be always one of my favourites.)

3. The Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) (I don't care what anyone else says about this film or how problematic it is or whatever. It's entertaining, it's fun, I always sing along to each and every one of the songs, and I fully plan to see this on a big screen somewhere some day.)

4. Pacific Rim (2013) (aka the only Pacific Rim movie that exists for me because I haven't seen part 2 nor am I ever going to. Anyways, Guillermo del Toro really knows how to make a good film with good and interesting characters. Also the scientists are in love and that's that.)

5. The Mummy (1999) (A real classic. So funny and entertaining. Have watched it at least 20 or so times. I don't care how silly the plot is or how inaccurate the things in it are. I am entertained by every second of it, always.)

6. Stardust (2007) (Based on a novel by Neil Gaiman, it's actually weird that I happen to like the film more than the original book it is based on! That so rarely happens with me and movies based on books so this movie deserves to be on this list for that reason alone. It's a fantasy love story, with humour and adventure and great characters. It's one of those movies that always leaves me feeling happy after watching it.)

7. Back to the Future (1985) (I saw this movie the first time when I was maybe... 10 years old or so. Proceeded to have a huge crush on young Michael J. Fox. It's a fun and entertaining film and it makes me feel nostalgic.

8. Kingsman: The Secret Service (2014) (This film is just really entertaining! There are a couple things I like to ignore entirely in it, but other than those I love every second. The church scene (you know the one) is one of the best things I have ever witnessed on the big screen. Also I love Colin Firth in pretty much everything he's ever done AND this film also introduced me to Taron Egerton who is amazing.)

9. IT (1990) (Yes I know it's technically a miniseries but watch me give zero fucks about that. This movie has relatable characters, found family dynamic - for which I am absolutely weak - , genuine friendship and affection between the main characters portrayed in such a way that I actually buy it, canonically queer character(s), and some horror thrown in. Although let's face it, I do not think of this as a horror movie at all, lol. I have my own reasons for enjoying this film so much.)

10. Monty Python's Life of Brian (1979) (Another real classic that just needs to be on my top 10 list. If anyone here reading this hasn't watched it already, please do. It's a religious satire that you can't help but laugh at - or if you can, I may judge you just a little bit...)

Let it be said that MANY other great movies did not make it to this list at all but that's only because I have watched a lot of movies and my taste in movies is all over the place. For example, horror as a genre is very underrepresented on my list, even though I watch a lot of horror and have many horror favourites as well. Maybe I will one day make a masterpost of movies I love listed by genre. Or not.

Anyways, this became super long and I apologize. 😅 Also, thank you so much for asking, @catzy88 dear! I can always count on your asks. 😊

[maythewidowtakeusall]

Partners in Crime (Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader)

Wordcount: 1524

Warnings: death, funeral

Summary: A boring night of mission report writing with your girlfriend Natasha and your friend Clint takes an unexpected turn.

A/N: Inspired by Max Richter’s On The Nature of Daylight, my weird mood after watching the Arrival and my constant insatiable hunger for angst. To amp up the hurt, I highly recommend listening to the song while reading.

"This job will be the death of me one day."

Natasha hums and holds up a finger, chewing on the end of her pen. Clint just grunts, not even bothering to answer you as he stuffs another slice of pizza in his mouth. You crinkle your nose - you're a messy eater, but that boy can be downright nasty. Laying your head on your forearms and resting your eyes for a moment, you sigh. Being a SHIELD agent is all fun and games for an adrenaline junkie like you and your esteemed colleagues, but eventually, when the fieldwork runs out and the paperwork catches up with you (along with threatening messages from Director Fury to deliver your reports on time), you don't feel like it's all that amusing anymore. Being stuck at HQ on a Saturday night at 11 pm isn't your idea of fun. You ignore your badly typed up report in front of you as you gaze at your girlfriend expectantly, mouthing "entertain me" when she finally looks up. She rolls her eyes but smiles, her computer screen lighting up her face, lending her an almost ethereal glow. Natasha has always been an otherworldly phenomenon for you and probably always will be.

"Dying is pretty much part of the equation here," Natasha finally acknowledges you, leaning back in her chair. "Hate to break it to you, but we're constantly assigned the most dangerous missions."

"I meant the paperwork, not the missions," you grin, your face and hair a tired mess that is still the most beautiful thing in the world for Nat. She masks her admiration pretty well though, just so you don't know the true magnitude of your effect on her. She's not sure you're ready for that. Hell, she's not even sure she herself is.

"Well, look at you being all optimistic," Clint speaks up sarcastically with a mouthful of food. "Thinking you'd die of typing up a report instead of participating in a death-defying mission."

"I'm not!" you laugh. "Really, it's not like I am already planning my retirement or something."

"Yeah? 'Cause I am," Barton smiles, his eyes looking but not really seeing. He's seeing Laura and the kids and the house, and he sees himself teaching his children how to shoot straight with a bow and arrow and how to start a fire from scratch, and he's already saving up for their college tuitions. You look at Natasha, who just shrugs with a smile. "Never really had the chance to think about living to a ripe old age before, but better late than never."

"Wait, hold on - are you guys serious? You're really thinking about the future so... positively?"

"It's called hope, baby," Natasha teases you. You click your tongue in mild frustration. You won't be lectured about hope for the future by these two dramatic morons who would sacrifice their lives at a moment's notice if they thought that was the best course of action.

"Well, since you're both so awfully sure about surviving, I guess we need to talk about my funeral," you end up laughing, sleep deprivation soaking into your slurred words. Clint snorts. Nat furrows her brows in confusion. "No dress code. Have a good time. And yes, by that I mean throw a huge party in a fancy club. Oh, and blast Highway to Hell on maximum volume during the ceremony."

Facing your own mortality almost every day is a burden that cannot be carried without the soothing touch of dark humor to ease the constantly impending doom looming above your head. Clint is often game in jokes and ideas such as this, but it comes as a surprise when Natasha breaks into a tired grin too. "I'll start taking notes. Anything else you want? From us, maybe? Since we'll obviously outlive you by far."

"Wait, I have an idea!" Clint straightens his back, revitalized by this quality distraction from his half-assed mission report. "I'll come in full gear, arrows and bow and all, okay? So it's raining, right? Hair all soaked, I have this doom and gloom expression plastered on my face, and I just go up to your coffin, lay a hand on it and whisper some shit like, 'I'm too late... I was supposed to be the one to take you out.'"

"You gotta do your raspy, deep voice though," Nat laughs.

"Wait, are you saying my voice isn't deep and manly enough for you?"

"I'm sold," you say, electing to ignore Clint's last remark of faux outrage. "That leaves you, baby. I want you to wear something insanely foxy and elegant."

"And a pair of sunglasses, even if it's not even sunny!" Barton adds enthusiastically.

"Hey, I thought there was no dress code!" Natasha shakes her head, red curls bouncing around her face in protest.

"My funeral, my rules. Besides, you'll be playing the mourning trophy wife who's recently been widowed and has inherited a fortune. You have to look good."

"You have to marry me first to make me a widow." Her smile is seductive and loving and challenging. Your stomach flips from your sudden surge of anxiety and enthusiasm. Hopefully, someday, you want to say, but you glance at Clint and don't say anything. You're tired of him calling you cheesy and mushy all the time.

"And (Y/n) has a lot of paperwork to do yet to earn that fortune she keeps talking about!"

"You know what, Barton? Fuck you."

You haven't laughed this much in a long time. You look around the room with a wide smile on your face, trying to memorize these cherished little details that make the whole world bearable for you: the green flash of Natasha's cat eyes, the crinkle in the corners of Clint's eyes when he laughs, their playful banters, how Nat swats Clint's arm playfully when he says something stupid, flashing her pearly whites in an open-mouthed laugh. You're so overwhelmed with love for Natasha, the Bonnie to your Clyde, the Thelma to your Louise. You don't know if you could ever thank Clint for having your back no matter what. You want this moment to last forever, and in a way, it does. You've burnt it into your memory, imprinted into your heart even; so much in fact that when you took your last breath, you were looking at a terrified Steve Rogers trying to stop your burgundy blood from spilling out, but that wasn't what you were seeing. You saw your partners in crime, laughing over open pizza boxes and half-written mission reports on a cold December night at the SHIELD headquarters two years ago. You saw Natasha, her reflection dancing on the huge window behind her, as the lights of New York and the star-studded sky crowned her crimson hair. Even then, her eyes were the brightest things you'd ever seen. They will always be the brightest for you. She will always be.

Life goes on without you, even though they don't want it to. They have a promise to keep though, and they adhere to it, down to the last detail, because when they do, they feel like you're still alive. Fury is wearing a knitted sweater the color of orange. "For hope," he says, tugging on his sleeves nervously. Laura is there too, along with all those you had loved and who loved you. Clint wears his full gear, just like he said he would, and he does go up to your coffin, placing a hand over the smooth but cold wood. It's raining, and he's not sure whether the water drops on the polished oak are raindrops or his own tears.

"I'm too late... I'm too late..." he whispers, voice barely audible from the panic of your death dawning on him. "I was supposed to be the one to... I was supposed to be the one to save you."

Natasha never thought she'd ever cry over an ACDC song, especially not Highway to Hell, but today is a first for her from many perspectives. Her mascara is running down her cheeks in thick black lines, but she keeps herself steady because she made a promise to you, and so she obediently keeps pushing her big black sunglasses up that stubbornly slide down her nose every now and then. She is divine, even though she was thoroughly soaked before Steve came to stand with her, sharing his umbrella with her. Your favorite black dress of hers, paired with a black fur coat, delicate black gloves and a pair of high heels. Natasha knows that if this doesn't wake you up, then nothing will.

She is a widow now, truly. Her codename meant little to her before, but now she is merging with it fully. And the fortune you left her? Well, it may not be tangible, like money, or the little shared apartment of yours, or the wedding band the mortician slid off your finger and gave to Natasha - no, it's the memories. It's the nights spent together, the secrets whispered in the dark, the sunsets watched together, the dinners cooked in silent harmony, the love that was made in the symphony of your bodies.

Natasha doesn't know why, but she thinks back to that cold, cold Saturday night from two years ago. And she smiles through her tears.

[wildermouse]

Any good Lesbian movie/tv show recommendations

oh  yes.basically i go through periods where i’ll watch as many lesbian movies as i can in like 2 days and i’ll watch the same ones like 5 times but still not remember the plot at all or how it ends or anything about it so like i’ve seen way more than this but these are what i somewhat remember:

movies:

imagine me & you is a staple

so is i can’t think straight

gia!!!!! angelina jolie!!!!!

^ same thing but girl, interrupted (not really very gay but there’s moments)

fingersmith holy SHIT

the handmaiden is fingersmith but asian

elisa & marcela was so good and please don’t let the fact that it’s not english and is in black & white put you off - it’s worth it!!

girl trash: all night long it’s a musical!! and it’s great, and it stars spashley from south of nowhere which is at the top of the tv show list

disobedience was alright

fried green tomatoes 

all about e bc mandahla rose is 👌🏼

thelma & louise

loving annabelle is one of my favs

bloomington is similar to ^ but some parts i like more, some less

tell it to the bees was cute and also a period drama so bonus

can’t remember elena undone if i’m honest but i’m pretty sure it was good lol

same with the world unseen but i think i like that one more?

lost & delirious is good i think? piper perabo is the true lesbian icon

i always love my summer of love until i remember how it ends (but that’s most of them)

same with liz in september fuck that fucking movie :(((( (but still watch it)

shows:

south of nowhere!!!! early 2000′s one tree hill (which also dabbles in wlw for a brief moment) type show it’s so fuckin good watch it

skins series (season) 3 & 4

the 100…….. i’ll forever be pissed the fuck off at this show but it also contains one of my favourite wlw couples of all time and it’s a fantastic concept for a show and is filmed near me so i gotta still shout it out i guessss

orange is the new black

wynonna earp i’m attracted to all of the main women in this show and i should probably actually finish it oops

lost girl goes back & forth between gay and not gay but the gay parts are fantastic and i loved this show so much when it first started

the l word of course

and the real l word

sense 8

orphan black luv my cosima

grey’s anatomy 

the fosters

glee.. was my life for many years and brittana honestly paved the way for soooo many young wlw of our generation

can’t remember much of lip service but i think i liked most of it.. i’ll have to rewatch soon

feminin/feminin is a cute gay af french show

rookie blue has some gays and for a cop show it’s spectacular imo

faking it 

everything sucks

chasing life also has some gays but that’s not part of the main plot, it’s still a great show and i’ve rewatched it a few times

buffy the vampire slayer obv

black mirror but specifically the san junipero episode (it needs it’s own series honestly)

there are sooo many wlw couples on tv now it’s wild, just the difference in what.. 5 years? though there aren’t many starring wlw or specifically about wlw.

also, many movies & shows don’t end happily for wlw, especially the older ones. i think wlw having a happy ending wasn’t much of an option back then, at least not in the media. we weren’t as accepted as we are now, and things are still changing so that’s good. regardless of how many gay women are killed off or left for a man, many of the movies are still wonderful up until that point, so don’t write them off. it was a problem and still is, but people spoke up about it after the incident with the 100 and people are more aware of how harmful that is.

i’ll add to this if i remember more!

[cleoxortiz]

𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭  𝐛𝐚𝐳.

( ARON PIPER, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) Oh hello, you must be SEBASTIAN "BAZ" MARQUEZ it’s so nice to meet you. Is it true that you’re a SIXTEEN year old LEGACY student and in your SIXTH? I should warn you, rumour has it you’re pretty HEDONISTIC & SPOILED but I think you’re really FUN-LOVING & FREE-SPIRITED - people like to gossip around here, but you’ll find out for yourself. Let me show you to SALISBURY. ( JOCEY, 23, EST, SHE/HER )

rip carter. gone, but not forgotten. herrree is an equally chaotic dumbass! clearly elite has  taken over my life and aron piper is the loml. my need to get this done won over my need for this intro to be good so lmfao. hit that like button and i’ll msg ya for plotty mcplots with my hot mess of a child.

name : sebastian javier cristiano marquez nickname : baz age : sixteen gender : cismale sexuality : pansexual hometown : madrid, spain

━  the marquez family is known to have a bit of a controversial reputation, mostly surrounding how they made their fortune. officially, marquez enterprises is an imports/exports company that controls the major ports in spain, and owns several businesses throughout europe and latin america.

━  but off the books? well, let’s just say there may be rumours that they’re involved in some shady business and have quite a few interesting contacts from all around the world. regardless, it’s common knowledge that the marquezes are filthy dirty rich, enjoy living extravagantly and lavishly, and are practically seen as spanish royalty.

━  baz is the baby of his family. growing up, his parents and his older sister, sabina, always took care of him and took on all the responsibility, so he never had to. he never had to learn how to be responsible, what consequences were or how to look out for himself because there was always someone to take care of it all for him. so, he is about as spoiled and irresponsible as a clueless, rich brat can be - just coasting through life on his trust fund.

━  completely oblivious and ignorant to the real world, you could say that baz has always lived his life through rose coloured glasses. problems are never serious problems (unless, of course, they’re his problems - in which case, it’s the end of the fucking world) and they’re never something a little (or a lot) of partying can’t fix. or a lot of sex. partying and sex. sex and partying. it’s the perfect recipe to fix just about anything. how can anyone argue with that kind of logic?

━  baz has never really been good at anything. his grades are below average, his coordination skills in sports are very below average and his artistic skills are just about nonexistent. the only thing he is good at, and will proudly say so, is having fun. whether it’s throwing the best parties, knowing the hottest clubs or having the coolest connections, baz will have you covered. going to the met gala after party, vacationing with the kardashians, being invited to leo dicaprio’s private island - his stories and adventures are endless. 

━  baz is the type to fall hard and fast. he loves love, but he’s also not the greatest at it because he’s always so fickle and indecisive. he “falls in love” faster than kim k can post a new insta. being the dramatic little shit that he is, this also means that he gets his heart “broken” on the reg. as well. baz is known to be very flirty and affectionate with just about anyone and everyone, so it’s hard to say if he’s kissing you because he’s just being friendly, or because he likes you and wants to get in your skirt/pants. or both. porque no los dos?

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

HOEMANCE  ━  his best gal pal. the bonnie to his clyde, but in the most platonic soulmates, legal, non-murder-y way. or the thelma to his louise? or the other way around. he doesn’t know the difference rip. basically partners in crime, ride or dies, hoes for life. if you invite one, the other will automatically show, no questions asked.  taken by ophelia sinclair BROMANCE  ━  his best bro friend. i love a good pair of chaotic dumbasses who encourage each other’s dumbassery. BONUS POINTS if we make this a trio (if you watched elite, you know da bro vibez). just some bro friends who’ve been there through each other’s good and bad shit, y’know?  taken by nathaniel darlington CHILDHOOD FRIEND  ━  grew up together. maybe their parents are friends, in which case they might know about the marquez’s family secrets?? they played house together and all that cute shit. “if we’re not married by the time we’re 30, promise you’ll kill me. or marry me.” P L E A S EEEE. i am a H O E for that angsty childhood friend catching feelz cliche omg.  EX (BEST?) FRIEND  ━  used to be friends, maybe even best friends, but somehow grew apart. or maybe some shit went down that caused the rift. maybe they found out about baz’s family and noped tf out. IDK. so many possibilities.  taken by preston morgans HELLA HEART EYES FOR YOU  ━  baz crushes on everyone at one point or another. he’s a slu for romance, what can i say. and also just a slu in general. basically people he’s crushing on. could be reciprocated, could be unreciprocated. anything and everything goes.  taken by rydel hooh, alex morgan FWBs/BOOTY CALL  ━  self-explanatory methinks?? just a forewarning that baz catches feelings so damn easily, so this will likely not be just a chill ‘3am text > dance with no pants > fist bump and peace out’ sitch lolol. it can definitely start out that way, buuuut it will probably get messy oops.  taken by nathaniel darlington EXES  ━  baz dates around so damn much, he’s probably got a long list of ex lovers who he was in a relationship with for like... a month max. or something. he loves love, but he sucks at love so either he ended it, or they ended it. there can definitely be some linger feelings. maybe baz regrets breaking up.  taken by maggie stevenson, charlie williams MOM/DAD FRIEND  ━  listen, his sister can’t always be around to save his ass, so he needs a responsible friend around to make sure he doesn’t die, or try to buy a maserati for all his friends, or something idek. also doubles as a good influence ig??  taken by rose baker & charlie williams STUDY BUDDY/TUTOR  ━  baz is borderline failing his classes and pretty sure the only reason he isn’t is because his grades are being bought. and he’s not even buying GOOD grades!!! he desperately needs a good study buddy and/or tutor who will get him to even crack a textbook open.  taken by elizabeth morley & charlie williams

das it fam, das all i got. ofc i’m always open to anything not listed here. btw, unless a plot is crossed out, i am always down for more people filling that plot!

[tiptoelightlypastmymind]

this got rly long and like Philosophical so if ur on mobile and the read more thingy doesnt work then i hope your thumb appreciates some good calisthenics bc thats what i got for you

im heading off to bed here in a moment (cuz i fucking LOVE sleep even tho i never actually ya know SLEEP) but like ive been thinking a lot about like. ignorance is bliss and stuff like that.

mostly cuz like in the last few weeks my family has just fucking waffled the fuck outta how they handle homosexuality. like for a bit every so often they’d say something and id be like damn you guys are like mb close to like realizing Some Ppl Be All Like Gay And Shit and mb realize you cant use gayness or effemininity (that’s not a word but i dont got that word) as a punchline or negative characteristic. but then we had a buncha weeks back to back where it was like bam slam nope. 

waking up and realizing this shit and being like Really Fucking Aware Of The Power Of Language And How It Shapes Belief is hard bc you cant just like ignore it like someone making a punch line like that does two things (1) it creates a pattern that reinforces that behavior (2) it ropes everyone else present in to Being In On The Joke and no fuk u i am not in on this joke and i dont have a silence loud enough to convey what a piece of Shit ur being but like this isnt the time or place to call you out

like its one thing to hear my older brother say something bc he has the social awareness of a duck that has been in a coma for the last thirty-seven years but mom saying shit when she should kno better is frustrating. and i cant get a read on my father bc hes just fucking quiet in general so idk how to interpret his silence on it tho i guess im the most hopeful so far for him given some of our complicated history and stuff. then theres the younger brother who is catholic af but at the same time i also kno if i was able to have a conversation with someone else about it in front of him hed also be the person to immediately realize how Shitty it all is bc hes just introspective enough.

there mighta been a point to this post when i first started typing but i think my train o thought got kinda tangled-the-fuck-up back there so i think ill just let it stand as is. 

also im gonna lay a marker down in the sand. internet will be back mid-june. not bc ive done the math and know this is possible. but bc things cant keep going on like This. and by This i mean like. everything i suppose? or mb just me. or mostly just me. its like theres a path out of this thats been there forever but i keep swerving and not taking it. not bc i like living like this but bc taking action means risking failure and given a choice btwn uncertainty and certainty its far easier to choose certainty bc i like having control even if that control is essentially the fact that ive relinquished control. and as it turns out, that has major fucking consequences, as in like thought patterns and shit that i didnt see coming until we got right up to the edge of the cliff and by that point it was too l8 not to just thelma and louise this whole thing and just live with it 

which is a long assed way of saying im p beaten and down but defs not out of things and im a long ways closer to this side of things than the side i was on when i let it all kinda slip and things got fucked. like at the end of the day failure isnt rly a real option both bc as much as ive seemingly tried to fail the world has strictly informed me that it just isnt rly something thats possible for someone who is me apparently. and if i cant fail then i guess that means ill just have to find a better answer and that answer is probs going to involve being a real person again and taking up physical space instead of just evaporating into a metaphysical concept 

k but one last thing since its bugging me that no one might get it (were about to nerd the Fuck Out so bear with me) but you can reduce any letter of the alphabet to shapes specifically the letter i is either just a line with a dot or its a single line the same as the number one. one is a number but its also how we talk about ourselves and others, both oneself and/or one other. or we can get super reductionist and simply call it is/is not, right. oneself IS me. one other self IS NOT me. 

alright now you can read the last three poems and mb get it bc tho u wouldnt normally know it my hubris is p fucking off the rails sometimes and poetry is p much the only acceptable way to express that kinda thing 

ill be here tomorrow and forever still full of love. goodnight <3 

[seenashwrite]

14.04 Round-Up

Here, have a Nash-Is-Running-On-Fumes round-up.

Disagree on Salem Ohio.  Shoulda gone Indiana. Why would you choose Salem, anyway? Given that this has nothing to do with witchy anything? Wait, does it?  [Post-show pseudo-addendum: Nope.]

Shocker. Like, THE Shocker, or... 😳  *ahem*

What is the fixation with giving characters the same/similar names? 

[Post-show pseudo-addendum: I get the shtick for the purposes of this episode, not entirely the point, keep reading] 

And I'm also not talking about super-duper-common names (Jane, Mary, etc.), I get how those would naturally come up over the course of 13/14 years. I mean they’re fixated on the same names for women that have more than a just-passing-through role. 

This chick is Sam, short for Samantha. So why not just call her Samantha? Especially given the tone of their conversation, we don’t typically revert to nicknames when we’re pissed, we typically dial it up to full first names (and for parents, to full first-and-middle). Nope, gotta be "Sam". And he said it three times. Three times in a conversation that maybe lasted a minute, to make sure we got it.

WE GOT IT

Welcome, Sam-Specifically-Not-Samantha! Meet Anna, Hannah, Anael, Jessica, Jo, Josie, Jody, Jessica, and Jo. Hope you don't die! PS: your hair is phenomenal.

I was about to say - I'd be in my room with all those people running around, too, archangel farts still bouncing around, or no.

So I take it Thundercats is DC property. Learn sumpin’ new every day (I will never need this knowledge)

You know, they *just* had a dinosaur toy come to life in Scooby. Writing wise, wish they'd have just said characters in general coming to life, would've covered the movie/comic spread and all the swag that comes with. Who wrote this? [checks] Oh fuck us, it's Perez.

Fortnite *vomit*

These outfits are fantastic, well-played, wardrobe.

"I don't know who Riley is. But cool." ---> Same, Dean-Who-May-Be-Michael-Faking. Same.

The gif of them ducking down in the car is gonna be precious.

[Post-show pseudo-addendum: Yup]

Why does Sam suddenly not know how to whip his jacket off and put pressure on a wound?

Goddamnit my food got here in time for me to miss the Dean-confronts-thing scene. Thank goodness for giffers and clippers. Though I still haven't gotten my Fluids gif from the Scooby ep. I want that gif.

Stewie is not breathing 27 times per minute. Just hire me. Let me deal with your medical shit. I ain't cheap, but I can be had.

"I like to watch movies where I know the bad guy's gonna lose"   ----> gooooood, Perez, you can doooo eeeeeeet (unless that was a script editor’s call, in which case ::sigh::)

See there now, Sam's calling her Samantha. Stewie could’ve just called her "Sam" once, that plus seeing her name come up on his phone is plenty, didn’t need three farging times in less than a minute at the top of the ep. No, I'm not letting this go.

Blood transfusers don't hang out in rando hospital rooms. It just ain't a hang-out, what-if, ya-never-can-tell type of jam.

This ep's pretty much squelched my Michael impersonating Dean option, might have to be in the Michael's hiding in his back molar camp. I say that because this is the most "Dean" he's acted thus far. I mean, I *guess* he could be accessing Dean's memories about the movies, but why lay it on so thick since Sam's not around to witness it? Doesn't matter, I don't know why I'm even going down this road, I don't trust this writer's room in the least to have a carefully crafted plan that they've shared with Jensen. Well, it's beyond trust - Jensen all but said it in that interview (go find it yourselves, I'm sleepy, and this sammich ain't gonna eat itself, but I love you)

I really want Samantha's hair, and now her flannel shirt. I like her and her personality about a million times more than Maggie, why couldn't she be Maggie? OH SHIT.  Samantha - I forgot to introduce you to two more members of the name game club, here's Magda and Maggie. [Post-show pseudo-addendum thanks to astute Nashooligan] We would also like to introduce you to Amelia and Amelia and also the Name Game Sorority’s den mother, Millie, who we aren’t quite sure should be included but are hedging our bets. Could be Millicent or Melissa, sure, but why not complete an Amelia trifecta? ---> I’m about to digress with a side note that has nothing to do with this ep, I just want to further cement how much you should trust my judgment: in my big story, this name shit infuriates me so much, it was a factor I considered when constructing Millie’s background. I made Millie come from a slightly posh background on her British mother’s side, and a military family life courtesy of her high-ranking American father. I searched for names that the nickname “Millie” could evolve from that I thought would sound appropriate with this somewhat upper-crust lifestyle, so I made her real name be Emeline (Em-ah-lynn for me, though I’ve heard the last part with a long “i”, too) which is a sweet and classy oldie-goldie jam I wish would come back. It’s Brit-y for her mom, allows for her dad to be the only one who calls her Millie til Henry comes along. Her brothers call her “Em”, which annoys her mom. My psychiatrist’s front office girl has this name (except double-M) but insists on going by “Em”. Not “Emma”, not “Emme”. Em. (As in Auntie Em, I just had a fever dream about little people who give out candy, and grown men dressed in costumes who like skipping down roads with young girls, and trees that throw apples, and flying monkeys, which are cool, but still.) I have found her to be idiotic in several respects over the years, and this decision was not a point in her favor. There, I’m done.

Stewie's respirations are not 115 per minute.

(I'm looking at the bottom feed, btw, in case you're wondering. His heart rate and rhythm is up near the top, BP would be bottom left and would be 2 numbers, and O2 sats max at 100. Also not art line nor ICP. I'll get a better look in gifs but pretty sure it's supposed to be his resps. Or else it is the sats and somebody's gotten their butterfingers on the training module. I mean regardless of their intent, 29 to 115′s a helluva spread for any vital sign unless it’s your heart rate whilst I’m doing CPR because straight up, I do happen to get after it pretty fierce when the occasion has arisen. Anyway, they are ass at this. All they have to do is ask. When Nashville the show was still in production, they asked us shit all the time. I’m revealing too much of my secret identity. Moving on.)

This is great, the cutting between movie and real life, high-five to editing.

Sam and Samantha are legit adorable in that scene.

HAHAHAHA hesitation elbow.

Nice cut to the movie commercial. I don't care for the reusing of all the same clips we just saw, I can't imagine there weren't extra little pieces of discarded scenes for editing to choose from, so... but otherwise, I dig it.

Thankfully, the M.E.’s stainless steel vegetable chopping knife was there in the morgue.🤨

I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally wish for a moment there, not even five seconds, when ol' boy was standing above him, we saw some Mikey flash across Dean's face with a touch - and I mean a *touch*, CG department, don't blow your whole wad per usual - of blue. That nobody sees, only the audience and the monster, have monster kinda pause, maybe look confused and hit his little button but this time it comes out with the tiniest lilt of a questioning upspeak on the last syllable, and nothing ultimately happens since Sam arrives, Dean shakes his drowsiness off, then proceed to choke hold, etc. It would fall in line with whatever route they're going (Mikey actively impersonating Dean/Mikey residuals left in Dean/Mikey passively hiding out in Dean), also be a nice audience tease.

I didn't think I needed to specify that I wanted mushrooms on this cheesesteak hoagie. On god, the world is completely falling apart.

That whole car convo was.... weird. The party memory story went on too long and was stupid as shit, sure, but the costume discussion is what I mean. And then the one it ended on was especially weird. Why not just end with a shot of the Impala and their conversation continuing with their voices fading away with the engine? End on a better duo than Thelma and Louise who, Perez, killed themselves by driving their car into a canyon. Hell, end on Scooby. I mean, you had the lunchbox which the camera held on for forever to make damn sure we all saw it, may as well double-down.

The doll's eyes should've flicked closed at the end. Missed opportunity.

Okay, cute little ep. Still leaves a bad taste in my mouth that this Perez kid can't have an original idea to save his life, though. Kinda taints it.  

Heh. Check it, yo - I brought things full damn circle.

You know.

Shocker. Taint.

HEY THERE YOU GO DEAN - duo Halloween costume!

My work here is done, see y'all next week.

[mahouproject-one]

"Too weird to live, too rare to die." | Farah | Trial 4-2 | [RE: Results, Joon-Young]

All things taken into the potluck of consideration, they had to admit they sort of saw this coming out on the endless stretch of the horizon.

The vote for Mitsuo-- it was a vengeance vote really, wasn't it? A vote of pragmatism more than of any real authentic confidence or balls. The flaws were all in the fixings, looking back on those seconds before in 20/20-- why would Mitsuo Ueno cut throats for this motive? Surely the composer would be doing well to be forgotten and go incognito, if anything. This was rooted in rue, all this. Joon-Young Myung made sense. Joon-Young Myung was  the answer. And now Joon-Young Myung would kill for the second time in short follow-through. (You just couldn't trust a nice boy these days, Aphrodite almighty. Them's the breaks, them's the breaks.)

Great googly moogly; once again, it had all gone to shit. Little surprises there, miniscule minutiae of 'em. But if there was one faint, rusted, buried-in-lint-and-aged-shimmer of a silver lining to any of this shitfest shebang, it was that Farah Fujibayashi-Beauregard had narrowly dodged the bloody bullet that would have been Catching One Whole Feeling. By gods above, it had been a close shave! But, thankfully, they believed they just might be able to damn well slip past it to freedom, far away from the ticking doom that was catching The Feelings. It was great! Everything Was Totally Fine! (It was not. Probably.)

Initially, they were inclined to hesitate before embarking back to where they had once been, but something-- perhaps just how irreparably, absurdly gonzo this whole thing really was, as it flung itself off the roadrails-- pushed them away from Joon-Young, the supermodel murderer, and back to the caustic cold comforts of their little black notebook. Oh, they could visibly react to this more, with a "fuck" or a "hm..." or a "goddamn it, what am I doing" or a simiple "crikes", but they needed some sense, some sensibility, some hushed observation-- and where, pray tell, could they contextualise things into such pristine shells and shapes the way they could with writing? That was their duty. They had little more left to spread; this was but another notch on their collective bedpost of surrealism and misery, surely. They were just here to record as they witnessed.

And, ah, wouldn't they have swayed down that merry way of the eagle eye, if only Joon-Young hadn't locked them in with that look and those words.

Dropping their journo's pen with a clack!, Farah immediately looks up to lock gaze with Joon-Young, and something flashes across their features-- quickly, swiftly, rapidly buried underneath that wry, witty, jovially doomsday manner of theirs, and yet...there's still a small, subtle sign of a knit to their eyebrows as they speak-- and their words cut in sharply, clean through the air. Has Joon-Young...perhaps touched a bit of a nerve? (Not that they'll let it show, of course-- they're not the angry type. Or the upset type. Or the rattled type. They are done with the feelings-catching for this particular day, thank you--)

"Ah, please don't let me be misunderstood, Myung-chi. You're off the markings on my musings entirely. Listen sharp, don't just lookit."

Their stare stayed steely, methodical yet merry, in a way that felt...off. Not in a drastic showing of such, just off. They just kept looking.

"Read my lips, Dash. I'll try an' be plain Jane about it. I cawed about death not matterin' much of a whit...here. The now-now, specifically. In this highly particular, reticular hellhole. The rhyme to my reasonings down this particular road? Hell, just look 'round the room, my friend-- at, say, Miyu Suzuki-chi, for an example! She killed, she suffered, she died. But...she hasn't left for any other plane but you and I's, has she? Sure, she's moved to a state of halfs-- semis-- almosts--" (Miyu has heard this before, and they wonder what it sounds to her ears in this modern context)-- "but she's still here, a voice among the haunted crowd, a vox most phantom! She's not alive-- but she is here. The state's the same with the girl you sent to th' spirit level. The sorry sucker you and our thorny Rose here are about to enable the unholy sacrifice of. Sure, you killed 'em. But you can apologise tomorrow, can'tcha? Now, if we talk in terms of what'll happen after the storm if we manage to break this establishment-- that's a tread into the murkier waters, I'll throw that to you. But 'tween all that jazz and a dash of the Labyrinths-- how y'can get eviscerated entirely and get away clean as they come!-- doesn't that render the mutual murderous aspect of Ouryuu and the sellout's game here...a mild range a'moot? In a world where you can greet your dearly departed 'fore their flesh and bones are even loosing their fresh, what are the consequences? It's death, but it's not Real Death, is it?"

It's 1:42 A.M. and Shiny regrets all of her life decisions, but unfortunately, Farah has opinions. They continue unflinchingly.

"Real Death, now-- that'd be something like my dear old gran! See, she's sailed down the river Styx-- been a good couple a'months since it being so, I'd say. But she doesn't get t'stick around. She didn't get the chance on her hands to come back, be here, stay. I'm never gonna get a note on the back of an embroidered napkin from some sleazy retro-riche old restaurant from her again. I'm never gonna watch her go on a passion-packed rant about a corp that's crooked down to its bones, or ride on the back of her motorcycle, or tell her about my history teach's hokey take on McCarthyism, or gag on a sip of that ghastly tonic she loved because it tasted like that on the tongue, or crawl int'her attic space t'look at all her old badges and posters, or-- or-- ooooor--" they were pausing, goddamnit, you're not talking about this, stop talking about it, they don't need to know, look sharp, Fan, for fuck's sake-- "...Y'get the snapshot, don'tcha? And I've known far younger cats-- younger than you an' I, even-- to croak the bucket, and they don't get those chances, either. That's Real Death, methinks. Maybe it's luckier t'be able to leave this level of existence! Or maybe it's as hot as hell wherever the rest of 'em are. But it's different. So are the cluster of consequences, too. That's what my mode is, Myung-chi. And, y'know..."

They didn't have to keep the chatter up, and they knew it. They could just stay vigilant. But there was something else, and they couldn't help but speak that truth loud, but God, couldn't they just...

"...If your personal path of ponderings ledja down the path that I think life's insignificant, I'll have t'throw in an objection on that measure, too. Life, insignificant? Not by any scale, my man! Life's a giantess, as gargantuan as the Reaper! Just 'cause my prerogatives don't add up to staying on this particular playing field for much time doesn't mean I don't place a price on it. It's a beautiful trauma! A euphoria apocalyptica! It's terrible, gorgeous, slimy, grimy, sleazy, seedy, twisted, absolutely fucked! And it's a riot! It's a privilege and pleasure t'be here, and t'have gotten the possibility to drift the continents and see all the wicked the rotten motherfuckers of this world have had t'offer up to me thus far! I wouldn't try spend it like I do if I didn't place as much fucking value on it as I do."

What were they doing? Why? Why couldn't they answer their own questions about it?

"Don'tcha think I have a life outside? Dreams? Plans? Don'tcha think I wanna write a few more pithy politicking exposés, have a few more rounds 'round the block, maybe wander a few more lands, maybe give my Julie the biggest hug I can and tell her I'd shoot a guy on-spot just t'see her crack a laugh, maybe find myself a beautiful wife with a mind like acid, maybe dismantle the capitalist machine, maybe throw a solid couple a'wrenches before letting the wax wings melt and going all Bolivian army and leaving the place a little more shook up when we plunge off Thelma & Louise style?" Their eyes got wider. "Don'tcha think I've seen the circus spectacle they saw and mused 'bout how to at least make it worth the gawk? Don'tcha wonder if I give it moxie just t'make sure it's seen? Don'tcha muse that I have that deep-down yearn to be as witnessed as much as I do my best to bear witness to this whole thing? Don'tcha think that motive might've got me by the balls just as much? Don'tcha think I would've cut throat for that motive they saddles us to if you hadn't gotten your lovely self to the game first? It's not that I 'spect you to-- I'm not looking for answers, I'm just trying t'give you this forsaken rat's idea on it. Think about it, brother. Just that alone."

And suddenly-- all the built up intensity that their face had gathered, their knitted eyebrows, their hunched shoulders, their blazing blue eyes gazing, gazing, gazing-- all dropped. And they were just...

"...Just a glimpse onto my side a'the shimmering pane, Joon-Young Myung. After that, it's yours t'make the deducions on. And frankly, comrade..."

They shrug-- and they return, to their inscrutable, intensive, ever-extending journals.

What else was there that was close to real?

[kingofthenorth49]

Lead, follow, but get the F$%& outta the way.

Forgive me father for I have sinned. It’s been 30 days since my last rant.

But what a 30 days it’s been. Trumps gone into hiding, Mr. Potato head is in the White House, and Justin Trudeau is asking for Canadians to just “Trust him “with their very lives as he lines Canada up at the vaccine food bank for developing nations.

Or as I like to call it, the new normal.

Did you miss me sheeple? I know a bunch of you missed my slightly right of center muisings because you told me you did. Well, some of you did. Ok, one of you may have implied you missed hearing my voice booming from the silicone based mountaintops.

So what a shit show eh? The wheels are slowly staring to come off the bus, people are starting to crack and I think if someone doesn’t hurry up and grab the wheel we are all about to go flying over the precipice like a collective Thelma and Louise. Think I’m kidding? Is anyone paying close enough attention to what’s going on. I bet you thought it was cute the first time someone you knew was sent to Facebook jail didn’t you. It was funny to watch someone have their access to “society” cut off because they think differently than you do. Cool isn’t it.

If you were curious to know why I shut down my social media presence in the wake of the cancelling of the President of the United States, you haven’t been playing along. That’s the single most scary thing that I have ever witnessed. Single most scary thing ever.

Imagine if they can cancel the “most powerful” person in the world what they can do to you and I.

I’m going to let that one marinate with you for a bit, it’s fairly deep and really deserves a fair amount of thought because what can happen next is very very very scary.

Anyway, I’m in a fan frickin tastic mood this morning and I’m not going to ruin a nice coffee glow go to waste on the negative, I’ll instead focus on the positive.

So for those playing along at home this week (*groan*) our politicians (much different than our technocrat overlords) are busy trying to find new ways to screw with your life and make you question reality completely. Take it from someone who works with the fine men and women of the politbureau on a daily basis that there’s only one image you need to burn into your brain to completely understand your government’s response to the 2019 through 2028 plandemic.

Visualize a large group of egotistical bears collectively trying to fuck a football.

Now do you get it?

Folks, we have completely lost our collective societal mind at this point. Out east where I live we have political demigods who actually believe they can eradicate a virus by throwing up a stop sign and deputizing a fish cop to interrogate Canadians on why they are getting their groceries on one side of an imaginary taxation line or the other. We literally are ripping families apart, denying people basic dignities, destroying our economic base, pitting peoplekind against peoplekind, and generally just trashing the place.

We are, we are literally trashing the place because we don’t have leaders in the public realm anymore, we have celebrities who think they are leaders because they have nice hair.

You are seeing it. Look no further than the summer residence of the former first lady of Canada, when each day, at the assigned hour of noon, the Crime Minister of Canada arises from his slumber in the basement (Bed head is critical for the 19-35 female demographic), puts on a grim face and parades before the chose few and makes it rain cold hard Canadian taxpayer cash onto the charity de jour so his admirers can watch gleefully from afar and show air hands at the generosity We Canadians show.

All the while our G7 nation is amongst the worst off in the WORLD for vaccinating our subjects.

We should be so proud, but we shouldn’t be surprised. We created this mess by giving everyone a trophy, by making everyone the same. We started penalizing those who excelled in their chosen fields and then we rigged the game.

We lost our way because we chose to follow the wrong type of people.

In my real life I often get to interview people who are vying for their next role, their next step in their careers, and one of the questions I always ask of an aspiring candidate is “Who are your role models and why?”. I think that question speaks volumes about a person’s character and who they aspire to be. But it’s not the first part of the question that’s important to me, it’s the second. I want to know what this persons leadership style is going to be like, because we emulate those we admire most.

Problem is we have chosen to follow leaders like Justin Trudeau and Nancy Pelosi.

Justin Trudeau is not a leader, not even close to being a leader. He’s a figurehead with an ego. He’s not unlike a certain health minister here in our region. They believe their own press. They believe they know what’s best for you & I despite the fact what they are doing isn’t working the way they think it is. They are dangerous leaders, and their actions have led us to the edge of the cliff I spoke of earlier.

We needed a plan, we needed transparency, and we needed bold actions.

We got platitudes and charity for female education in the 3rd world when we should have immediately started construction of ICU surge capacity and pharmaceutical manufacturing capacity. We needed a national testing strategy and the ability to convert Canadian fiber into N95 masks and gowns. We needed communities to organize to protect and service their most vunerable. Something as setting up empty hotels for first responders to use while rotating shifts and safe day cares for their children so they could man those lines 100% without having to worry about their families.

Why didn’t our leaders do this?

That’s because they were busy pushing their political agenda’s along versus doing the job they were put in place for in the first place.

I’m disgusted by our politicians in power. Photos ops, daily TV shows where they lead with fear and chastise the unwashed masses for their bad behaviour all the while living not like thee because I’m me. It’s pathetic yet we applaude and say thank you sir, may we please have some more.

I want more vaccines manufactured in Canada for those who want them (you can have mine, I’m good taking my chances with the ‘rona). I want a secure supply of medical PPE made in Canada, not China. I want programs that make sense and policy that follows science, not just medicine. I want a leader to run the crisis response not some medical demigod with an ego on a power trip that will kill more people than it saves.

I want real leadership in times of crisis, not political theater.

I’m beyond frustrated and I know it’s apparent in my prose. I want better for my community, my province, my country, and my world. I want sanity and rationale approaches to get the world moving again. I want politics to go away.

I want a lot apparently.

I want the world back, but to do that we need to shift thinking to a more moderate view versus keeping on the polarizing path we’ve been on the past 20 years. We are allowing politics to control human safety to the point now we are killing people with the controls we put in place to keep people safe. I read a great quote from Mike Rowe last night I think sums up my position on life that I think everyone needs to read.

"if you elevate the business of staying alive to the very, very top of all things, then the only thing you'll ever do is stay alive. You won't go anywhere. You won't try anything or build anything."

This is what we need from our leaders, ones that understand risk and how to translate needs into actions using a transparent plan, not making one up week to week. This is what we should all want.

Ok, I’m done for now.

Get out there and live safely, but live. Oh, and stop voting for celebrities, start voting for leaders.

Love ya all.

Jim Out.

[msclaritea]

I still cannot believe how many young people listened to this woman, a multi-millionaire, who guided them into fighting against their own interest. What does the whole awakening we have gone through in race relations matter if in the end, we lose everything else, like a fair and balanced Supreme Court?

From the Guardian:

Protest all you like, Susan Sarandon. In effect you work for Trump

It’s time the Thelma and Louise star faced the fact that she’s a MAGA asset who works for the US president

Sensational news for people who thought Susan Sarandon couldn’t get arrested in Hollywood after her imbecilic suggestion during the 2016 US presidential election that there was no real difference between Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump.

She’s been arrested! Not metaphorically, admittedly, and not in Hollywood – the Thelma and Louise star got picked up by police at a sit-in in Washington, protesting against Donald Trump’s zero-tolerance immigration policy. It was, she later remarked, “worth it”.

Hang on, you may be thinking – I’m puzzled as to what Susan was doing there in the first place. Didn’t she, in effect, vote for Trump, with her showy endorsement of third party Green candidate Jill Stein? Yes. Yes she did. And if she disagrees with that paraphrasing, she’s welcome to come and have a sit-in at the Guardian’s offices about it.

For now, let’s remind ourselves of her rather grand public letter to the Stein campaign a couple of weeks before the election, in which she foregrounded policies such as Stein’s pledge to legalise marijuana: “I’m therefore very happy to endorse Jill Stein for the presidency because she does stand for everything I believe in. Now that Trump is self-destructing, I feel even those in swing states have the opportunity to vote their conscience.”

Mmm. Obviously, Susan is far from the only person to get that little bit of electoral prediction wrong. In fact, she doesn’t even make the cut of the top 100,000 people to be wrong about it, vast numbers of whom were journalists. She may, however, be one of the last remaining persons to still deny they got anything wrong AT ALL. Only a few months ago, Susan was explaining to this newspaper that had Hillary been elected: “We would still be fracking, we would be at war. It wouldn’t be much smoother. Look what happened under Obama that we didn’t notice.” As she concluded of Hillary: “I did think she was very, very dangerous.”

If your retort to that is “at least she’d have let us be in charge of our own fannies tho”, then hold tight. We’ll get to that. For now, you need to understand that Susan’s got a big old theory about how you jump-start history – one that is hugely similar to Steve Bannon’s, coincidentally. As she told an interviewer during the 2016 run-in: “Some people feel that Donald Trump will bring the revolution immediately if he gets in. Then things will really explode.”

In some ways, it’s the only thing Susan’s been right about. And yet, it is faintly difficult to conclude that her brand of vaguely-gestured-towards creative destruction is the sort of thing you get to say when you can afford to hang around waiting for the revolution in between starring in Ryan Murphy shows.

If you’re being separated from your children right now, or losing your healthcare, or wondering about the imminent danger to your abortion rights, it may feel like Susan’s whole “let’s see where the cards fall” approach borders on the self-indulgent. And you know, it’s a highly porous border. It’s basically the Schengen Area of only-slightly-delineated types of twattery. Fellow residents include the likes of Gwyneth Paltrow, who broke off from advocating vaginal steamers to judge the result of the election thusly: “It’s such an exciting time to be an American because we are at this amazing inflection point and everything is kind of up in the air.” Go on. “It’s such an amazing time for entrepreneurship. People are clearly tired of the status quo and […] it’s sort of like someone threw it all in the air and we’re going to see how it all lands.” Well done, Gwyneth! Can you send some $475 coffee-table books celebrating the world’s most important infinity pools to the Arizona detention courts? Because I heard they need them to snazz up the waiting cages. Maybe pop a few agate body brushes into the care package, too.

As indicated, Susan appears to have had zero moments of self-doubt since the election. She seems to yield to self-reflection about as much as Tony Blair, another individual unshakeably convinced of his own moral rectitude (see also Jeremy Corbyn), who will doubtless go to his grave thinking history will judge him right to have invaded Iraq with an aftercare plan slightly less comprehensive than that you’d get if you purchased a houseplant. “If you think it’s pragmatic to shore up the status quo right now,” Susan explained loftily before the 2016 election, “then you’re not in touch with the status quo.” Strong words – and yet, spoken not entirely like someone who’d been wandering the Appalachians in search of a clue for the past two years.

As far as perspectives go, hers appears not even to have been altered by the prospect of Donald Trump preparing to appoint his SECOND justice to the supreme court, in a decision likely to place various settled rights for immigrants and minorities, and Roe v Wade, right back on the table.

Donald Trump! Possibly a Russian asset, definitely a massive and monstrous arsehole, to say nothing of being the obvious purchaser of around 987 abortions down his years of what he described as “my personal Vietnam” – trying not to catch STDs as he screwed his way round Manhattan. He couldn’t make actual Vietnam, you’ll recall, owing to something called heel spurs. Incredible, really, that he’s yet to tweet about how fewer US servicemen would have died at Khe Sanh if he’d been there, and not detained by his urgent need to hump a model. As always, it is our place to simply thank him for his service.

As for Susan’s service, if only it weren’t so tireless. If only there had been some kind of learning curve for her, other than stuff like the fact she served as co-chair of the national steering committee for third party candidate Ralph Nader in 2000. Another tight election that worked out well, there. If only this doctoral student of absolutely everything was familiar with the famous observation Clement Attlee once made of Labour party chairman Harold Laski: “A period of silence on your part would be welcome.”

Still, if onlys aren’t going to butter many parsnips. Sometimes direct action is called for. So here goes. Susan! If you can’t face up to the fact you dropped a bollock, please don’t expect to be lionised for protesting things not-unrelated to decisions you still believe were unimpeachable. In fact, please expect to be used for it – by the enemy. Until you come to some sort of personal and public reckoning with the sillier shit you’ve said, in effect you work for HIM. You are a MAGA asset. Every piece of showbiz posturing offers his base another chance to internalize the idea of ludicrous liberal arrogance, embodied in someone who – for all her theoretical pretensions – is really operating at the same analytical level as “but her emails”.

Or, to put it more fawningly: we – as beautiful, strong, powerful, is-that-enough-trite-adjectives women – hereby endorse you to cough to the fact that the right to control who we buy our weed off is simply less important than the right to control our own bodies and keep hold of our own children. Thanks for your time!

AND she is still working to suppress the vote...

Susan Sarandon receives backlash after voicing support for Joe Biden detractor

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Cas’ Deciding Moment in S13 (this is so Wild Spec)

Please, please, don’t read this if the idea of human!Cas in any way upsets you, okay? I’m not writing this post to anger or appall. This is entirely my own speculation regarding Cas’ arc this season, based in my own hopes for his character progression. I know how much we all love him, and I sincerely don’t want to get anyone in a slapping-faces-because-I-can’t-take-this-shit type of mood. You may slap me if you forego this plea and read this post and want to slap me. *perhaps this post is a ploy to get people to slap me* *shhhhh*

What I Hope Happens to Cas, in Some Narrative Shape or Form, in S13:

1. I hope we see, or it’s implied, that he’s faced with a choice in the Empty and that it’s his own choice to go back to Earth fully-fledged.

2. I hope this is the right choice made for the wrong reasons, meaning–

–to go fight a war –to raise Jack right –to protect the people he loves –Cas once more dresses himself as the weapon, believing, as ever, that his grace, his wings, his powers are the only things about him that will make him a force to be reckoned with –Cas still believing this is true makes returning fully-fledged a choice made for the wrong reasons –but it’s the right choice because Cas has to come back fully-fledged in order to finally gain perspective on what his grace, his wings, his powers really are, what they’ve always been: a yoke, something to hold him back and keep him in his place, a place he’s never chosen for himself, merely been duty bound to.

3. I hope, at some point this season, that fully-fledged, reset, BAMF Castiel is faced with this truth and that it’s delivered through a situational challenge–

–that situational challenge could be Cas being told to bow down to Heaven fully (a Heaven possibly under the new direction of the fanatical Michael, if he crosses over between worlds)  –in this situational challenge, Cas finds himself reminded of Naomi’s brainwashing, of her saying he came off the assembly line wrong, and finally he’ll begin to see his powers for what they really are: a weakness. –I hope that whatever the circumstances surrounding this situation is - hopefully one that is overtly dramatic and foreshadowed - they serve to lead Cas into doing what Anna did, that the circumstances lead to him cutting off his wings and choosing to become human, because he refuses to serve Heaven for another second.

(as he’s already in a vessel we’ll just forget about Anna falling from Heaven and being separated from her grace etc.) (I’d love for Cas’ humanity to be wholly an individual experience… but, again, not terribly fussed)

4. I hope human!Cas happens, and I hope he happens sooner than later, because to me it feels imperative to his character progression that he takes this leap and faces this oncoming war as a human.

This also makes sense to me where the narrative stakes are concerned –>

–> fully-fledged Cas poses a problem because he more or less negates the stakes (the brothers are never in peril of death when they can call out for Superman… sorry, for Cas and he appears) so to have him come back in order to guide Jack in how to open up the rift, for example, and have Cas with his angel mojo back, only to pull that safety rug out from under him in some way… oh it could be beautiful and so fitting for his individual arc.

5. It also gives me this immediate sense of balance because of the Battle of the Brothers angle, where - if we get human!Cas - Michael represents Heaven, Lucifer Hell and Cas Humanity, all three of these concepts knitted together in Jack, who is also the knitting point for TFW, while TFW - with human!Cas onboard - are completely equal for the first time ever (since there’s no cock blocker angel named Gadreel to put the power of Heaven in Sam).

But leaving that for another post.

6. I have a second scenario in mind, where Cas’ refusal to bow to Michael (because he’s powerful enough to do rip another angel’s wings off…) makes Michael do just that - tear off Cas’ wings - and tell him that if he loves man more than his family, he can live and die as a man.

Cas having the choice stripped off him, like it was stripped by Metatron, would serve as punishment for not learning his lessons and choosing to come back fully-fledged, his forced humanity enabling him to learn his final lessons so that he can reject an offer of his powers restored to him by the end of the series.

But I’d rather he makes the BAMF choice for himself now.

They could still have him grappling with it, with the enormity of it, but also show him embracing his new existence even more than he did in the previous human!Cas arc.

7. I love the idea of all this tying into Dean’s freak-out in 12x20, where he did not see Cas looking back at him. The way I see it, the guy he did see was Castiel, which was why he was so utterly freaked: all that growth reduced to nothingness and Cas, his Cas, gone. Dean saw this BAMF Angel of the Lord, who was reliably unreliable and came and went as he pleased, who was such an overwhelming, startling, breathtaking presence that Dean tried - and most often than not failed - to bring him down to Earth as his Cas was burned away. (wrong of course - all wrong wrong wrong) (but it’s an intriguing thread that they might be playing with here)

So, yeah, I think we’re getting Castiel back not only because it’s important he goes through this final stage before his transformation can actually be complete and his choice to become human feels fully informed by the shit-fest that is Heaven, but because Cas returning as BAMF Warrior of Heaven on a mission to protect Jack is going to throw Dean off completely. 

I mean, Dean won’t know what the fuck to do, right?

He’ll be so ecstatic to have Cas back and alive, and he IS Cas… and still, he isn’t. I can’t wait to see what they do with it!! It’s a remarkably effective way to slow the love story down, now that Dean is poised for self-examination and real fucking growth. If Cas had come back human then, yeah, the way that they’re truly going balls out with Destiel this season means it simply would not have worked. But if Cas is fully-fledged and becomes human by episode… idk, timelines are so fucking hard, but say by 13x12… 

Oh my God, the brain delights if we get that slow build between human!Cas and Dean. Like super slow. Like the human!Cas arc and all the innuendo and flirtation was like a blitz view of what they could be like if both were feeling somewhat on equal footing. 

And do you know what else it might mean, if this wild speculation is even in the ballpark of what is up ahead for Cas and Dean?

It might mean that they are building the love story from scratch, tying it back to the beginning for more callbacks than in 12x19, more callbacks that aren’t just spot-it-if-you-know-it, but that actually draws on that old amazingly taut chemistry between these two men, who are so alike and equally stubborn and omfg it could be glorious. Thelma and Louise moments, PLEASE, give us loads of Thelma and Louise moments. Awkward!Dean is my sweet cherry pie!! (and yours too I bet) (if you like sweet cherry) They would do this to ease the GA into the very real realness of how these two men are meant to be together.

I’ve said all this before, many many times, but I’ll say it again and again because goddamnit if this isn’t where this is headed. *hat-eatage*

Here’s what I see: 

I see them pushing Dean’s character progression so that, once Cas comes back, Dean is ready to relate to him differently. The fact that Cas has had a reset should, absolutely, give Dean pause, and Cas pause, too, but my hope is that Dean is way too far gone now to even start back peddling. He’s in love with Cas and he has, by some miracle, gotten Cas back, so Dean will try to, awkwardly, show his feelings. Dean wants to show this angel that he matters to him. And it’ll be tentative as all fuck, and it’ll be scary, too, but Dean won’t back down because, damnit, he lost Cas once and he cannot do it again.

((The strain on Dean of fully-fledged Cas fluttering in and out, though. Oh man. And will Cas start out with ties to Heaven again, or purely Jack?? What about that smiley angel who stood by his dead body on that table? What’s her play?? Will Cas’ possible ties to Heaven grow and solidify as the episodes roll by? Oh so much fun!! They can have so much fun with this!!))

I see them reliving Cas and Dean’s greatest hits, putting them face to face in long silent stares and Sam somewhere nearby clearing his throat. While Jack observes them, entranced and fascinated. And of course there’ll be head butting and I really really want protective!Dean, wether Cas is an angel or not, because Cas has died - every time except for one - as an angel, so his powers don’t exactly mean he’s invulnerable and the last time he damn near died for good so Cas can just stay behind him, thanks very much. Ohhhhh. PLEASE PLEASE. We want it! We all want it!!

Keep them together! Please. If it’s made sweet and irresistible and undeniable, the GA will be as enamoured with them as the rest of us have always been. And if they’re not - FUCK THEM. My God, Dean and Cas deserve this. They both deserve to be happy!! Together! But the deciding moment will be when Cas decides, for himself, to become human, and the beauty of the above setup is that even if we see Dean trying to show Cas how he feels, fully-fledged and utterly graced Cas will not be able to relate to Dean’s flirtation (I mean, hell, even very humanised Cas in S12 still squinted at Mandy flirting with him in the absolutely most audacious manner one can flirt with another person) and the love story won’t kick off before Cas is human.

And once he is human, well, then there’s the fear as an obstacle to overcome because, all of a sudden, the thought of a future together will seem very real. And possibly probably very, very, very scary. :P *crossing fingers and toes*

I so see positive endgame, my peeps. All the way!!