#L.A. Meyer

[captainsvscaptains]

Round 2 Part 1 Poll 2

Propaganda

Finnbar lost his wife and son in a pirate attack, steals his ship back with the help of another dilf and they go on adventures.

Jacky's from a book series I read as a kid. she dresses up as a boy, makes other boys think they're gay, kisses girls, becomes a pirate, starts a theater, has adventures, becomes a consort to Zheng Yi Sao. I love her.

#battle of the captains #tournament polls #round 2 #finnbar galedeep #redwall finnbar #redwall series #redwall #animation #bookblr #jacky faber #l.a. meyer #bloody jack series #bloody jack

[theridgebeyond]

📚 Katelyn’s 2022 Booklist 📚

January

The Change (Animorphs #13) by K.A. Applegate

The Unknown (Animorphs #14) by K.A. Applegate

The Escape (Animorphs #15) by K.A. Applegate

Amish Grace: How Forgiveness Transcended Tragedy by David L. Weaver-Zercher, Donald Kraybill, and Steven Nolt

Mississippi Jack: Being an Account of the Further Waterborne Adventures of Jacky Faber, Midshipman, Fine Lady, and Lily of the West (Bloody Jack #5) by L.A. Meyer (reread)

February

The Weight of Our Sky by Hanna Alkaf

King and the Dragonflies by Kacen Callender

The Whole-Brain Child: Twelve Revolutionary Strategies to Nurture Your Child’s Developing Mind by Daniel J. Siegel, M.D. and Tina Payne Bryson, Ph.D.

March

Trying Differently Rather Than Harder: Fetal Alcohol Spectrum Disorders by Diane Malbin, M.S.W.

Bonhoeffer’s Black Jesus: Harlem Renaissance Theology and an Ethic of Resistance by Reggie L. Williams

Cinder (The Lunar Chronicles #1) by Marissa Meyer (reread)

April

Call Down the Hawk (The Dreamer Trilogy #1) by Maggie Stiefvater

The Dream Thieves (The Raven Cycle #2) by Maggie Stiefvater (reread)

May

Queen of the Tiles by Hanna Alkaf

The Warning (Animorphs #16) by K.A. Applegate

#booklist #k.a. applegate #animorphs #amish grace #mississippi jack #bloody jack #l.a. meyer #the weight of our sky #hanna alkaf #king and the dragonflies #kacen callender #the whole-brain child #daniel j. seigel #tina payne bryson #fasd #diane malbin #dietrich bonhoeffer #bonhoeffer’s black jesus #reggie l. williams #cinder #lunar chronicles #marissa meyer #call down the hawk #the dreamer trilogy #maggie stiefvater #trc #the raven cycle #the dream thieves #queen of the tiles

[clintcatalyst]

Never forget. Intersection of Las Palmas Avenue @ Hollywood Boulevard Photo by Rick Meyer, 1997

#angelyne #billboard #icon #hollywood #billboard queen #rick meyer #los angeles #1990s #L.A. landmarks

[maddie-grove]

What I've Read So Far This Year

Nonfiction

The Body Keeps the Score by Bessel van der Kolk (2014)

A Mother's Nightmare--Incest by John E.B. Myers (1997)

General Fiction

Nineteen Eighty-Four by George Orwell (1949)

Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver (2022)

My Sweet Audrina by V.C. Andrews (1982)

Black Swan Green by David Mitchell (2006)

The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton (1905)

The Fell by Sarah Moss (2021)

Beware the Woman by Megan Abbott (2023)

The Great Gatsby by F. Scott Fitzgerald (1925)

Old Babes in the Woods by Margaret Atwood (2023)

Just Like You by Nick Hornby (2020)

How to Sell a Haunted House by Grady Hendrix (2023)

Romance

Get a Life, Chloe Brown by Talia Hibbert (2019)

An Exquisite Deception by Elizabeth Douglas (1988)

YA/Middle-Grade/Children's Lit

Song of the Magdalene by Donna Jo Napoli (1996)

I Never Asked You to Understand Me by Barthe DeClements (1986)

The Fourth-Grade Wizards by Barthe Declements (1988)

Seventeen and In-Between by Barthe DeClements (1984)

How Do You Lose Those Ninth-Grade Blues? by Barthe DeClements (1983)

Little House on the Prairie by Laura Ingalls Wilder (1935)

Ransom by Lois Duncan (2012 update of 1966 original)

What We Saw by Mary Downing Hahn (2022)

Unpregnant by Jenni Hendricks and Ted Caplan (2019)

Boston Jacky by L.A. Meyer (2013)

Rereads

Nothing's Fair in Fifth Grade by Barthe DeClements (1981)

Bad Girls by Jacqueline Wilson (1996)

The Doll in the Garden by Mary Downing Hahn (1989)

Running out of Time by Margaret Peterson Haddix (1995)

Takeoffs and Landings by Margaret Peterson Haddix (2001)

Little House in the Big Woods by Laura Ingalls Wilder (1932)

Drowning Anna by Sue Mayfield (2002)

If the Witness Lied by Caroline B. Cooney (2009)

#books #reading

[seph7]

J.T. Walsh is great at being a villain

Actor is ubiquitous as the bad guy in ''The Client,'' ''Nixon,'' ''A Few Good Men,'' and more

ByKate Meyers

Published on August 23, 1996

First, you recognize his face. Then you think: bad guy. If you’ve seen The Grifters, A Few Good Men, The Client, Outbreak, Nixon, or Executive Decision, then you’ve seen J.T. Walsh portraying, in his words, ”ethically challenged” individuals. Not that it bothers him. ”It’s better than doing the ‘he went thataway’ roles,” he says. His characters, which tend to be middle-aged buttoned-down authority figures, drip with what he calls ”a little juice.”

Hard-pressed to think of a nice guy he’s played, Walsh, 52, easily recalls the lowest — the porn producer having an affair with his daughter in 1991’s Defenseless. Represented on video this week by the thrillers Black Day Blue Night and Sacred Cargo and in September by the indie comedy The Low Life, Walsh says he has no problem accepting low-profile projects. ”My motto has always been, Do whatever comes next,” he laughs.

Born in San Francisco, Walsh was raised in Germany, where his father served in the military. After graduating from the University of Rhode Island, Walsh worked for a decade as, by turns, a teacher, salesman, journalist, restaurant manager, and social worker. But those became just day jobs when, at 31, the self-proclaimed hippie began acting in regional East Coast theaters. In 1974, Walsh hung out at the Theater at St. Clement’s in New York City, where he met an unknown playwright named David Mamet. Cast in the role of Bobby in American Buffalo, he made $100 for the six-week run. Ten years later, Mamet picked Walsh for the Broadway production of Glengarry Glen Ross, which was ”the pop” that got him into the movies. Walsh moved to L.A., where he’s been evil ever since.

Married briefly in his 20s, the unattached Walsh (”Who wants to go out with the bad guy?”) lives in the San Fernando Valley with his 22-year-old son, John. He’s currently playing — surprise — a morally ambiguous Navy colonel on NBC’s sci-fi drama Dark Skies. ”As an actor he conveys the attitude of the guy you call if you need a job done,” says Bryce Zabel, the show’s executive producer. ”You wouldn’t want to ask him how he got it done, but you’d call him.”

”Sure, I want bigger parts,” Walsh says. ”I call Sharon Stone and say: ‘Gimme a break. I just wanna make love to you.’ She doesn’t get back to me.”

#j.t. walsh #jt walsh #underrated actors

[futuremrsdrcullen]

Aren't We Just Terrified - Epilogue

Final Part of the New Moon reader insert fic that I've been promising for FAR far too long.

Summery- The idea of facing mortal danger just to see a ghost of him almost sounded rational here.

I watched as Bella hugged her chest to keep herself whole. I stood by as she chased adrenaline for the smallest glimpse of Edward.

I didn’t feel perfect- standing there didn’t heal me. I let out a small humorless laugh and shook my head accepting that I couldn’t keep pretending that there was never a wound in the first place.

Word Count- 1,819

Warnings- This is New Moon, so it's a lot darker than the first. IF YOU HAVEN'T READ I'm Always in This Twilight READ THAT FIRST!! Depression, abandonment, misunderstandings, break ups, Age gaps because of vampires, angst! It's very angsty, but it gets better! I promise it has a very happy ending.

Notes from me- My name is Claire and this is my second love child. I have finally finished my version of New Moon and I could not be more excited for you guys to see it.

This is book 2 of probably 5 so stayed tuned for the rest of them.

I DO NOT own The Twilight Saga. All rights go directly to S. Meyer.

Read on AO3 <3

Part one <3 Part Two <3 Part Three <3 Masterlist <3

Thank you for being here, I Love you <3

Almost everything was back to normal- the good, pre-life altering heartbreak kind of normal- in less time than I would have believed possible. The hospital was very welcoming when Carlisle explained that his kids didn’t really ‘fit in’ in L.A. I had laughed uncontrollably for a while when he told me.

Bella had started applying to just about every college in the country. Well, Edward was making her apply; she didn’t actually plan on going.

He was allowed in the house, as long as Dad or I were there. Bella continued to sneak him in her window at night. I pretended I had no idea. Dad did not, however, let Bella out of the house, outside of school.

She wasn’t even allowed to go see Jacob, though he hadn’t been very forgiving. He hadn’t spoken to her at all since the day she left. They were all very mad at me and Bella, and the Cullens of course, but that goes without saying. 

It was almost as if the last 8 months were just an excessively painful nightmare.

Almost.

I still felt Dad's judgment everytime I went over to the Cullen house. Rose and Emmett stayed home now, so the house usually had super hearing vampires. Of course, Carlisle worked during the same hours Bella was at school and Dad was at work. I had to take every opportunity I could just to see him, and I wasn’t going to sneak him in through my window like a horny teenager.

Edward would hear him anyway and I really didn’t feel like explaining it to anyone.

So I ended up spending extra time at their house everyday. Carlisle got off work most days by 4, so I would go over around 3. This way, there was less of a chance of running into my dad.

Emmett liked watching Buffy with me more than Carlisle did anyhow. Carlisle and I watched the whole series and all of Angel too. He’d watch it if it were on, but mostly he just wanted to read, like the old man he is.

“Dude, why do I kinda hate Willow this season?” 

“That’s because she sucks right now.” Willow had always been one of my favorites, but I hated what they did to her character.

“Does she at least get better?”

I cringed. “Well-”

“No. No. Don’t tell me, I don’t want to know.” I laughed at his optimism and we got pulled back into the show.

The sun had started to come out and was peaking through the windows. It wasn’t much, and would probably be completely covered in just a few moments, but I tried to soak up as much of it as I could.

It was one of the few times I was thankful of how oblivious Emmett really was. He didn’t notice how long I stared at the light dancing off his skin. He didn’t even notice the sun. He didn’t shy away from it. Their home was a safe haven, they didn’t need to hide here.

And they had welcomed me in and existed with me like I had belonged there all along. This, above all else, was one of the main reasons things had truly started to go back to normal. Some layer of peace had been restored.

“Oh, Carlisle’s home.” Emmett turned to look at the door, his eye catching mine. “Are you alright?”

I blinked back the tears that threatened to fall. “I just… zoned out, I guess. Sorry.” I faked a laugh, but he completely bought it.

“Welcome home, Pops!” He waved a hand at him. I couldn’t help but cringe a little at the nickname.

Carlisle chuckled. He’d only let Emmett get away with that. Sometimes choosing to ignore him was the safest course of action. “Thank you.”

He hung his scarf and coat on the rack by the door and then, within a heartbeat, He had me in his arms. “Hello, Dove.” I barely registered the words. I laughed and threw my arms around his neck.

He was still hesitant. Always scanning my features for nonverbal consent. Still waiting for me to make each first move. I kissed him quickly, but broke away before Emmett could start with his usual groaning and tell us to get a room. 

“How was your day?” I asked.

“Painfully slow, but better now that I’m home.” I smiled at him. He swiftly moved us back to the couch. Emmett stayed on one end and we stretched out on the other, like normal. I laid comfortably on his chest. He ran his cool fingers down my arm, before interlocking them with mine. “Where are you?” he nodded towards the TV.

“Season 6, episode 5.”

“Almost at Once More With Feeling, then?” I nodded excitedly.

“She keeps talking about how it’s her favorite episode.” Emmett said with fake annoyance.

“Uh yeah. ‘Cause it’s the best. Now shhh…” I held up a finger to my lips.

His expression quickly changed. He grabbed the remote and paused the show and stared at me, his mouth open. “What?” I tried not to seem too alarmed.

“Y/n!” His open mouth turned into a wide smile.

“Emmett?! What’s up? You’re freaking me out.”

“When did you get a tattoo?” He grabbed my arm and turned it over to get a better look.

Carlisle hugged me a bit tighter while shaking with quiet laughter. 

“Oh… I got it like a month ago. Maybe longer.” I started to count in my head, but gave up. I tried to pull my arm back even though he was very strong. I doubted he noticed at all.

“Dude, it’s so cool.” He looked at it a moment before letting go of my hand. “It’s wicked what they can do with ink these days!”

“Wicked?” Carlisle laughed, and pulled my arm up so it rested on his chest 

“Yeah man. I had a few. They weren’t nearly as elaborate as yours. Super traditional stuff, ya know? Anyway they went away when I turned.” I’m sure he saw the confusion on my face. “Oh, I guess ‘cause the transformation is supposed to make you like ‘perfect’. Or like it gives you a blank slate. It’s weird… I wonder if Rose knows where those photos of me from my human days are…” And then he was gone. 

I pressed my face into Carlisle’s chest to contain some of my laughter. I felt more than heard Carlisle laughing too.

“He’s going to talk your ear off once he finds those photos.”

“It’s perfectly fine. I'm kinda excited, honestly.” I smiled up at him. “I want to know more about his human life. I feel like I get to see what it’s like to be human from the point of view of someone who is no longer human. And it helps me know what I’m getting into.”

“If this is the life you choose, we’ll make sure you’re plenty informed. With years and years of information.”

‘When’ I thought. I almost corrected him out loud. It hadn’t taken me long at all to want forever with him again since most of me had never really stopped in the first place. I knew I would be ready to be a vampire when the time came.

His eyes were gentle when they met mine. His hand rested on my cheek, his thumb brushed my cheek bone. I leaned in to kiss him, but I got a message on my phone. I sighed and begrudgingly sat up to check what it was. 

 TEXT MESSAGE FROM Chief Father

4:25pm: I SWEAR TO GOD Y/F/N SWAN…

4:25pm: Did you know about the fucking motorcycles?

I knew I had to answer, but I didn’t want to. 

Uhm… well…: 4:26pm

4:27pm: OF COURSE!!!

4:27pm: When you get home we’re going to have a very long conversation about lying and hiding things from your father.

Okay… : 4:28pm 

I quickly sat up and looked at Carlisle. “So, can I stay here tonight?” He sat up now and wrapped his arms around my waist. 

“Of course you can, but may I ask what this is about?”

I showed him the messages on my phone. “Jacob Black has chosen war, over forgiving Bella and moving on.”

“Motorcycles?” I nodded, “And war?”

“While you guys were gone, Bella and Jacob rebuilt some bikes to ride and apparently-”

“Jacob told your father.” He caught on and finished the sentence for me.

I winced. “So it would seem.”

“So now, you’re staying here to avoid the ‘very long’ conversation with your father?” He half smiled.

“Exactly!” I kissed the tip of his nose. “I’ll have to deal with it at some point, but I don’t want to today.” I added.

He nodded in understanding, but there were still a thousand questions dancing in his eyes. “Was Bella addicted to adrenaline or did she just miss her life being in constant danger?”

“Well, she said whenever she did dangerous things, she could see and hear this like a ghost of Edward, so she kept doing foolish things just so she could see him again.”

He winced and I didn’t know if the words had hurt him or if he was just confused by the information. After a second of processing, his face softened and he said, “You know, in any other circumstance, that would be very romantic. Right now, however, it seems rather bizarre.”

I laughed “Okay. Fair.” he chuckled with me, placing his hand back on my cheek and resting his forehead on mine. “But in our world full of vampires and werewolves, it does feel kind of standard.”

He really laughed at that. “I see your point.”

We sat there, giggling like that for a few quiet moments. I was completely in love with him and still getting used to the feeling of it again.

We would be alright. Because I loved him. Because he loved me. Because, when the time came, I would still choose him. Still want forever with him.

I kissed him. Really kissed him. He kept his hand on my cheek and mine slid into the hair at the nape of his neck. My heart raced in my chest. I knew he could tell based solely on the half smile I felt against my lips. I pulled myself closer to him. I parted my lips and he took the advantage to deepen the kiss.

“Hey Y/n! I found those photos- Oh my god, guys! Get a room!” Emmetts booming voice filled the room again, though he only stood in the doorway. 

I rested my forehead on Carlisle’s shoulder laughing harder than I had in months. He reached past me and chucked a pillow at his son. 

“Oh you’re fucking on, Old Man.” He threw it right back and I used Carlisle as a shield. 

Our laughter filled the room and I knew, deep in my soul, that he would cover me.

Forever.

Taglist

@jakanddexter67 @a-not-so-poetic-poet @bridge597 @cestlavie03 @gaymazinglula

#twilight #twilight renessaince #twilight fanfiction #carlisle cullen x reader #im always in this twilight #carlisle cullen #twilight x reader #new moon #arent we just terrified

[wexler]

Tour Nancy Meyers’s Newly Revitalized L.A. Home

#THE DREAAAAAM #nancy meyers

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

Charles Baudelaire (trans. Michael Hamburger) [h/t Mikhail Iossel]

* * * *

“We clear the harbor and the wind catches her sails and my beautiful ship leans over ever so gracefully, and her elegant bow cuts cleanly into the increasing chop of the waves. I take a deep breath and my chest expands and my heart starts thumping so strongly I fear the others might see it beat through the cloth of my jacket. I face the wind and my lips peel back from my teeth in a grin of pure joy.”

― L.A. Meyer, Under the Jolly Roger: Being an Account of the Further Nautical Adventures of Jacky Faber

#the port #Charles Baudelaire #Michael Hamburger #Mikhail Iossel #words and writing #quotes #L.A.Meyer #Under the Jolly Roger

[killed-by-choice]

Natalie Meyers, 16 (USA 1972)

Natalie was only 16 when she died. She was brought by her mother to have a second-trimester abortion in LA in late October of 1972. California allowed abortion even before Roe v Wade, making this legal.

She had a saline abortion, which was designed to chemically burn her baby alive. This kind of abortion is extremely dangerous for both mothers and babies and was already banned in many places. Even the notoriously pro-abortion Soviet Union banned saline abortion as too hazardous.

After abortionist Milton Gotlib injected a toxic concentration of saline into her uterus, Natalie was horribly sick. She was having a hard time breathing and was obviously in a lot of pain. She was sent to County-USC Medical Center just before midnight, but she was already in shock from her raging infection. Natalie had hyaline membrane disease brought on by the abortion.

Despite an emergency hysterectomy, Natalie was pronounced dead on 9:35 AM on October 27. She only lived a few days after the abortion. An autopsy revealed that most of her internal organs were hemorrhaged and swollen.

Natalie and her baby deserved better.

LA County Coroner Report 72-11445

"Inquest Ordered in L.A. Abortion Death," Los Angeles Times, November 16, 1972

#pro life #tw abortion #abortion #tw murder #abortion debate #pro choice #tw ab*rtion #unsafe yet legal

[dustedmagazine]

Agriculture — S/T (The Flenser)

Agriculture plays “ecstatic black metal,” which sounds like an audacious claim until you figure out that the band is naming a sub-subgenre moniker describing a specific stylistic register. Two potential problems ensue: 1) that’s still an audacious assertion, even if it’s just a matter of niche creation; and 2) some of us recall with distaste the obtuse and frequently nasty exchanges of opinion that accompanied Haela Hunt-Hendrix’s pronouncement of Liturgy’s desire to play “transcendental black metal.” Ecstatic is not Transcendental, but they’re in the same spiritual ballpark. And there are other surface-level similarities: young and literate American white kids from a coastal city infamous for its hipster population (Brooklyn for Liturgy, L.A. for Agriculture); confrontational deviations from the kvlty aesthetic doctrines of black metal’s self-identified trve believers; a tendency toward embracing rapture and the sublime, rather than spewing hatred and blasphemy. You can just about feel the underground’s outrage machine humming, waiting to grind into aggressive top gear.

One response to that: If the music is good, who cares what the trolls in corpse paint think? And much of what Agriculture has created and recorded for this debut LP is very good, exploding with energy and replete with interesting textures. There are compelling tremolo runs and rhythmic shifts that contribute to songs’ dramatic structures. See especially “Look, Pt. 2,” which is aggressively acrobatic and satisfying in equal measure. This reviewer is delighted by the maneuvers around the 3:40 mark, at which staccato chunks of thump and crash sound behind a gloriously vertiginous, winding bit of soloing. It’s complicated and a bit gaudy, and it works.

So, is it ecstatic? That’s a high bar, even if we stick with the somewhat underthought notion of ecstasy the band has addressed here and there in media chatter about the record. Guitarist Dan Meyer seems mostly to use “ecstasy” as a synonym for “joy”—which is provocative in its black metal context. But that sense fails to engage ecstasy’s intensity and full complexity. For a different sense, see Bernini’s famous sculpture of Saint Teresa, or maybe the OED. In a true state of ecstasy, the distinctions between pain and pleasure, good and evil, joy and sorrow, all melt away. Being is projected into an unthinkably passionate beyond.

That more persnickety — if correct — sense for ecstasy ends up being relevant to a good portion of the record, which mobilizes black metal’s aggro and ugly qualities to access states and feelings of terrible beauty and, sometimes, caustic joy. Agriculture doesn’t always hit those marks; acoustic, crooned interlude “The Well” is close to insufferable. But it’s also short, and when the band stretches out, into expansive gestures charged by volatile playing, the record is exciting and satisfying. Album closer “Relier” gives itself over to Agriculture’s maximalist impulses. It’s the pyrotechnic display the record promises, and it’s terrific. More fiery ecstasy of that sort. St. Teresa would approve.

Jonathan Shaw

#agriculture #the flenser #jonathan shaw #albumreview #dusted magazine #metal #black metal #ecstatic black metal #Youtube

[eightysixed]

[ TYSON DOBBS. 30. MALE. HE/HIM ] is here! They’ve lived in L.A. for [ 16 YEARS ] and are originally from [ CORPUS CHRISTI, TEXAS ]. They are a [ BOXER & EMPLOYEE AT TRADER JOE’S ] and in their downtime love [ SCARFING SPICY CHICKEN SANDWICHES FROM HOWLIN RAY’S ] and [ SMOKING WEED BY THE OASIS POOL ]. They look a lot like [ MACHINE GUN KELLY / COLSON BAKER ] and live [ IN OASIS APTS TBD ].

current amateur boxer, formerly a pro skater who peaked at 24. his career dwindled and hit a wall at 28 due to smoking, partying too much, fame getting to his head, the usual etc. 

BACKSTORY

born in Corpus Christi, Texas (illiteracy capital of the U.S. and very fitting for this man)

d.o.b. November 18 (has a scorpio stellium, is basically Scorpio Man)

born in michigan while his dad’s band was on tour but raised all over. ohio on his dad’s side, texas from his mom’s side, 100% certified dennis the menace.

his dad was in an 80′s glam metal band called Whipplash. they were mega famous once, but faded when 90′s grunge took over.

his dad couldn’t take it and hit the bottle. died of alcohol intoxication when tyson was 8. shit went downhill after that.

life w/his mom and stepdad was chaotic so he ran off to california at 14.

was homeless for a while and took shady jobs to get by. 

became “adopted” by a boy named dom and his mom and lived from then on in a neighborhood in crenshaw.

had a bit of a problem with crack for a while, but his friends got him back on track.

he got noticed by a local skate company, eventually becoming an accomplished vert skater and sponsored by the big leagues.

fast forward to 21, he’s winning world championships, the summer X Games, you name it. fans nickname him Tyson Hawk for his height and resemblance to the OG.

when he was 21 he got his girlfriend pregnant but they lost the baby in a late term miscarriage. had a series of serious relationships since then but none of them were that great.

•·················•·················•

headcanons: 

covered in tattoos, half of them skate themed (including a large “skate or die” on his arm) and the other half comic book themed. one of his favorites is all 4 of the dark judges from judge dredd on his back. also has The Scream by edvard munch on his back because he finds it relatable. 

used to live in Silverlake for 2 years. the neighborhood was too hipstery for his liking, but he made friends with a lot of good people and he wouldn’t take it back. 

has never read a book in his life, ever. is proud of that fact.

except for comic books, which he’s read a bunch of.

says he’d be a comic book artist if he wasn’t so lazy and his drawings didn’t suck. used to draw decent but has since forgot. 

politically: libertarian. problematic pro-gun shitlord, but he doesn’t think 2 much abt it. honestly more of an anarchist really.

wake bake skate by fidlar might as well be his theme song

relationship w/alcohol and drugs: friendly

420 all day

will sell a friend to satan for 1 (one) hot wing.

used to be active on instagram and tiktok posting skate content and jackass type pranks, but now it’s mostly personal shit.

his culinary peak is kraft mac & cheese (and he’s fucked that up before)

•·················•·················•

fav movies: half baked, blade, boyz n the hood, step brothers

tv show: the boondocks, the wire, baywatch while stoned so he can look at pam’s tits

music genre: 90s hip hop, rap, rnb, etc

comics: judge dredd, sinister dexter, nemesis, too many to list

CURRENTLY

training to be a professional boxer with eddie. has 3 amateur wins under his belt.

works at trader joe’s in Silverlake.

in his main verse, he’s married to Sasha Smith ( @imaginarybabies​ ). it’s all very recent, but they say they’ve been together for 2 years because they count from the day they met (4th of july 2020) 

important NPCs: 

Angela Meyer (mom)

Johnny Dobbs (dad, deceased)

Cliff Meyer (stepdad)

Mason and Audrey (younger half siblings)

Eddie (boxing coach)

Ray (former skate coach)

Gus (Trader Joe’s boss) 

Dom, Marlon, Joe, Mikey, Alejandra (The Squad) 

elsewhere: 

SL  |  niles  |  niles take 2  |  inspo blog  |  twin brother (au)

#bios #tyson #bio: tyson #this took 5 years but was overdue

[n7viper]

Another Getting to Know You

Tagged by @plisuu (and @blarrghe!), ty sweet pea 💖

not tagging anyone directly since most everyone has already done it or been tagged by now :) but if you see this and would like to do it, go for it! tag me, I love seeing your responses

Nickname(s): Viper

Sign: Just Aries (I don’t astrology lol)

Height: 5’7”, 170cm

Last thing I googled: Peranakan food - I was watching some annoying food blogger show on HBO. He was in Singapore and the food looked so good. But I am so tired of the over exaggerated food eating reactions from people like that.

Song stuck in my head: hmm honestly I don’t know. Maybe 'No Way to Live' by Stick to Your Guns. But it’s less “singing along” stuck in my head and more just thinking about the vibes of the song.

Amount of Sleep: about 7.5 hours today, which is more than normal. I’ve not been sleeping well for months now, usually 4-5 hours a night.

Dream Job: Yeah, what Sterling said - I do not dream of labor. To be community focused, though, I would probably work in a very specific type of healthcare or also potentially animal welfare.

Wearing: Joggers and a band tee from the last show I saw

Movies/Books that Summarize You: what a question for someone with no sense of self lol

Favorite Song: I am not good at narrowing down stuff like this. So here’s 3 good songs from my favorite bands — “Slaughterhouse” by Motionless in White, “Wonderful Wonderful” by The Killers, and “Trade Mistakes” by Panic! at the Disco. Throwing in some normal stuff haha

Instrument: Is this favorite instrument or what we play? Because I do not play any instruments. So I’ll just put drums here because blast beats my beloved.

Aesthetic: Hmm I don’t really dress for any of the aesthetics I prefer. I really love things like yumekawaii and fairy kei.  

Favorite Author: I don’t do a lot of reading anymore. But I’ll say L.A. Meyer because his Bloody Jack books were so important to me as a young adult.

Random Fun Fact: About me? I don't know how to ride a bike and I have 4 cats.

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[thepropertylovers]

Nancy Meyers’s Home in Architectural Digest

Design lovers! We have been fed!

After years of swooning over her movie houses, like Something’s Gotta Give, The Holiday, and The Intern, I have always wondered what the inside of iconic filmmaker Nancy Meyers’s home actually looks like (we only get glimpses from her Instagram and an old feature in a magazine over a decade ago), Architectural Digest has just published a tour of her beautiful, casual L.A. home and it does not disappoint.

It’s giving It’s Complicated more than any of her other movies, and I love her use of white and various shades of beige and cream, which has become her signature style in so many of her films. Everything looks so put together, like it has a place and a purpose. It’s all so dreamy and is getting me excited for when Holiday House is finished. I want it to look and feel just like Nancy’s house.

Then again, don’t we all wish our home looked like one of Nancy’s? You can click here to tour her whole house and see the rest of the photos.

(All photos by Amy Neunsinger via Architectural Digest)

[stinerbros]

The Gallery That Destroys All Shame from Aurora Brachman & Jessie Zinn on Vimeo.

One evening in L.A., a group gathers to learn how to take back the speculum.

A film by: Aurora Brachman & Jessie Zinn

Featuring: Pamela Samuelson, Sydney Reyes, Danielle DeRose, Rebecca Bien, Kelly Kannard, Ana Marquez, Lauren Hulit, Amber Morasse, Dana Morgan, Denell Nawrocki, Kim Ritley, Mary O Neill, Madeline Mikkelson, Carolyn Barron, Emma Tasini, Nix Grover , Leandra Gunkel, Carol Downer, Mychal Reilly, Sarah Ferguson, Kat Special, Phoebe Lyman.

Faculty Advisor: Jan Krawitz Technical Support: Mark Urbanek & Paul Meyers Re-recording mix: David Sandwisch Score: Gallery Six

Produced in the Documentary Film M.F.A Program, Department of Art & Art History, Stanford University.

(c) 2021 Aurora Brachman & Jessie Zinn