On the 25th of December 2022, Instagram decided to grace me with a video of Wayne Brady (King Dice’s VA) during an interview. However, the audio was certainly cursed, and the imagery my brain conjured even more so.
With my shitty editing skills you too get to see it for yourself!
You can find the original clip here, as I have cut down the audio
Logan couldn't help the smile which came to his lips. While he didn't know if he'd call what they did a team sort of thing...it was still a sentiment he could feel either way. What with how Logan made sure Will was doing ok otherwise when he was done playing criminal for Crawford.
He just felt like he could be doing so much more, if only...
"Yeah, I guess we are." Logan says after a moment, trying to dispel the way his heart flutters and how he feels a sort of warmth spread all through him at the mere thought of Will, let alone his presence. Crossing his arms over his chest once he'd run a hand through his hair to dispel some nerves (and blatantly hide behind a soft curtain of blond tresses), Logan clears his throat. "Sometimes I feel like I could do more to help you, but..." A shrug now.
Now he was just embarrassing himself. Taking a deep breath, what Logan liked to call the corpse geeks wandered in, asking for Will to come in and inspect the newest batch of bodies. Logan would sit it out: he'd been instructed it wasn't good for his instability to see dead bodies.
"Go on, I'll be here." He offers with a soft smile and for good measure, he sits in a chair to wait it out. To sort through his feelings and get the damn things under control. He can't afford a slip like that...not now.
Sometimes I wish we would start calling out the performative radicalism on this site for the poser bullshit it is. "Remember, it's always morally correct to kill a cop!" "Don't forget to firebomb your local government office!" "Wow, it sure would be a shame if these instructions on how to make a molotov cocktail got spread around!"
Okay. But you're not killing cops or firebombing government offices. You are posting on a dying microblogging website to a carefully-curated echo chamber that has radicalized itself into thinking that taking the absolute most extreme position on any subject is praxis but that anyone discussing the most practical way to effect actual change is your sworn enemy. You do not have the street cred OR the activist cred to be talking about killing cops, babe.
What do you MEAN you're going to remove one of the most important aspects of Sokka's character arc in the first season? What do you MEAN you're going to remove Sokka unlearning misogyny, accepting change and embracing his role as a fighter and protector of the Avatar in order to end the war? What do you MEAN???
The world exists in such a baffling state of simultaneous sex-aversion and sex-hegemony. Every social platform on the internet is trying to banish sex workers to the shadow realm but I can't post a tweet without at least two bots replying P U S S Y I N B I O. People are self-censoring sex to seggs and $3× but every other ad you see is still filled with half-naked women. Rightwingers want queer people arrested for so much as existing in the same postal code as a child and are also drumming up a moral panic about how teenage boys aren't getting laid enough. I feel like I'm losing my mind.
Every time I see that G--gle phone photoshop commercial my heart is filled with infinite sadness, like, yeah it's cool you can have a good family photo, it's cool you can do that, but god, there is something to be said for the honesty of a family photo where you're blinking, or crying, or have ugly wrinkles.
What is too unsightly for you? Would you swipe-click-replace out the image of my cousin crying on our Florida trip family reunion photo? Would you remove the plastic snake I have clenched in my grip, which I still have to this day? Would you scoff at the wrinkles around our eyes and the strands of hair on our faces as we squint into the wind, the day before the massive storm? Would I remember it if I didn't have these reminders, if the picture was perfect and clean, all children in a row with perfect gleaming white tombstone tooth smiles? No tears. No plastic snake.