#William Katt imagine

[nostalgicat173]

do you have a homestuck sona (of either the kid or troll variety?)

I think so, I've dr3wn myself 3s 3 Homestuck kid 3nd im3gined myself in 3 Homestuck MSPFA. Fun f3ct: My online "re3l" n3me [K3tt Willi3m] comes from me w3nting 3 Homestuck styled n3me, I got it from remixing my internet nickn3me [C3t, which comes from nost3lgi'C3t'] into 3 3ctu3l English n3me 3nd getting rid of the 's' in my re3l f3mily n3me to line up with Homestuck's four seven n3ming convention

I think so, I've drawn myself as a Homestuck kid and imagined myself in a Homestuck MSPFA. Fun fact: My online "real" name [Katt William] comes from me wanting a Homestuck styled name, I got it from remixing my internet nickname [Cat, which comes from nostalgi'Cat'] into a actual English name and getting rid of the 's' in my real family name to line up with Homestuck's four seven naming convention

[sidewayspeace444]

Girl go OFF!! 👏

I’m so sick of these idiots and their theories about this girl being pregnant. 🙄 dude can’t even say her name, act like he gives a shit about her, but they want us to think these two need a baby added to this mess?!

Many claim the last pap run was her “showing”, yes …..I mean these fools saw her coat and went….she look pregnant to me…..

HOW SWAY, HOW?!

Ugh Idiots everywhere, their previous theories and speculations are falling apart with the AD article that never happened and whatever else bs they said. None of them claiming wedding expected that Vermont house to go for sale, but certain PR blogs stated it was coming…..and here we are. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Ugh please let this mess end so shit can really hit the fan, imagine spending a year plus calling people crazy for stating the obvious, only to discover you were a pawn in a Hollywood pr stunt, like I hope people go off on a certain lonely queen blog…. Katt Williams style, the truth shall set people free. 😂

It’s such a weird situation

[adamwatchesmovies]

Carrie (1976)

Carrie is more frightening, and more relevant than ever. Although there are a few (two) rough spots, the cast is perfect, the imagery is iconic and the characters resonate like they were written for the screen yesterday. You couldn’t imagine anyone taking another crack at this story and making it work as well as director Brian DePalma.

Shy, lonely Carrie (Sissy Spacek) is constantly tormented at school and suffers an even worse fate at home thanks to her mentally unstable religious zealot of a mother (Piper Laurie). After a particularly harsh round of bullying, two of Carrie's classmates (Amy Irving and William Katt) and her phys-ed teacher, Miss Collins (Betty Buckley) take pity upon the girl and invite her to prom night. They don't know Christine "Chris" Hargensen (Nancy Allen) and her boyfriend, Billy (John Travolta) are planning on ruining the evening. Meanwhile, Carrie discovers that she possesses telekinetic abilities.

The screenplay by Lawrence D. Cohen nails its characters. You don’t get much more of an underdog than Carrie. At first, she's so reserved and broken that she’s almost a non-entity. When this invitation to prom comes her way, you think "This could be the one thing that turns it all around". Carrie is getting cruelly stomped on by pretty much everyone there is but the worst of them all is Chris. There’s no reason for her to dislike Carrie as much as she does; Chris has looks, friends and a boyfriend that’s wrapped all around her finger. She could just let the poor girl be but refuses to. You can’t wait to see her get knocked down to where she belongs.

Just when you think things couldn’t get any worse for Carrie, you meet her mother, Mrs White. This mom’s a whole other bag of crazy, the kind of person everyone in town knows about and dislikes. She’s always ranting and raving about these poisonous ideas. It takes about 10 seconds for you to realize there’s no getting through to her no matter what kind of angle or tactic you use. Better to just politely walk away and be done with the madwoman as quickly as possible. Unfortunately, Carrie does not have that option. Piper Laurie brings an intensity to the role that’ll have your blood boiling. She dominates the screen like a mountain and all Carrie can do is shrink and obey.

It takes a while for Sissy Spacek’s character to crawl out from the hole she’s been forced into, which is why the actress’ look is key to bringing Carrie to life. You completely believe her in every scene she’s in because she’s got such an unusual look to her. She isn’t ugly but she looks like she’s never smiled in her life without getting slapped five seconds later. You see this young woman and your mind extrapolates an entire childhood of misery.

And then, Carrie begins to discover her abilities… that’s when things change completely. Most people probably already know the film’s big scenes, the ones that come right at the end and confirm that you are indeed watching a horror movie. If, for a second, you can ignore what you already know, Carrie feels like a different kind of picture. It’s a high school drama that could end with a sweet sort of romance. This tone threatens to trick you into believing that you’re watching something else, particularly with the funny little scenes where the boys are going shopping for their tuxes and Carrie is getting ready for the prom. You see how this story COULD end, which makes the conclusion - stylishly shot with great uses of the color red - feel that much bigger.

Even if you “know” what happens to Carrie, you don’t actually know the movie unless you’ve seen it front to end. It’s a horror film that plays with you. It gives you hope and then smashes it to dust. The performances are fantastic and the characters so real you latch onto them instantly. It’s a great horror film that you can never forget. (On Blu-ray, March 5, 2020)

#Carrie #movies #films #movie reviews #film reviews #Brian De Palma #Lawrence D. Cohen #Stephen King #Sissy Spacek #Amy Irving #Betty Buckley #Nancy Allen #William Katt #John Travolta #P.J. Soles #Piper Laurie #1976 movies #1976 films

[nicetrynicetry]

155

Saturday and I would’ve been leaving today had I not extended the trip, so I feel I’m on borrowed time. I am exhausted and depressed and it rains heavily. A’s dog Blanquita barks at the rain drops and scurries around while I smoke. LA falls apart in the rain, its landscape does not suit it. People stop going anywhere and cancel plans. I leave A to work on his K Pop backing tracks and head to H’s apartment building where he started a gallery almost 3 years ago. The Toyota speeds through water and wind, and when I arrive to H’s I am so hungry that I pounce on the dregs of a bowl of bagels, scraping the last licks of cream cheese from spent deli containers. H’s pregnant wife is at therapy, and A (other A) and E and E’s son arrive and the son is promised a ring pop in return for asking thought-provoking questions about the sculpture on display. He does, and then willingly surrenders the ring pop when E reads the packaging label and sees artificial colours that E’s wife wouldn’t approve of. I’ve never seen a child do this before, but then I haven’t met too many children of famous people, and assume they’re built different

I see a few other people I know and many I don’t, and I watch the guy serving coffee create latte art and get a car back to A’s to lie on the couch listlessly and do the crossword. We decide to go to Palm Springs, where A’s house is under construction but where the weather is better. I never imagined I’d be escaping LA for better weather, but that is what we do. I pair my phone with A’s car and play Katt Williams on Joe Rogan. The insanity of the conversation topics sees us through the 2 hour drive into the desert. We drive into and out of 8 different climates, rain, clear sky, rain and wind, just wind. I begin to miss LA and wonder what we think we’re doing, but much like Disneyland and Adam Sandler’s comedy special, one must surrender. A is heartbroken to discover the pool at the house is temporarily unheated, but I seize on the opportunity for a cold plunge-like experience, and swim naked for 20 minutes, enjoying the bracing water after too long spent in cars. We get dressed for a fancy dinner at a Palm Springs hotel and eat steak and oysters and I watch A get drunk enough to befriend the older Canadian man and woman at the table next to ours. I am struck by how unthreatening to others one becomes when part of a couple. Before I know it we are talking about the Canadians’ two sons who are being given a tour of an F1 track and their delayed flight and the food at New York restaurants. I think this is how people get into swinging. A advises the couple on how to spend their day tomorrow, and after dinner we all have drinks with 4 further Canadians who want to discuss Joshua Tree and ask how A and I met. We laugh at the fact that A and the man from the older Canadian couple were both forced to wear a jacket to enter the hotel restaurant, and that they keep communal jackets for such occasions in a lit closet and every jacket is the most hideous jacket you’ve ever seen - gold paisley on black silk, red metallic florals on green cotton, other awful shit. A terrifies everybody by begging them to visit the Integratron - a structure built by a German man in the 1940s who believes he was given the blueprints by aliens, and who built an apartment under a giant Native American rock only to explode himself and the FBI agents who raided it 20 years later. “Eh, we were gonna go stargazing”, says a younger Canadian man with a Jordan Peterson accent. I plead with A to drive us home, and instead he drinks a vodka soda and sneaks us into the hotel’s grounds where a raccoon crosses our path. When we are home I try to put my finger in A’s ass to say sorry for having a UTI and he tells me NO, that he is a SIMPLE MAN

[smokeybrandcompositions]

Comeuppance

It feels like there has been a season of reckoning lately, like the pendulum has started to swing the other way in terms of old grievances and accountability. I’ve noticed it for a while, but it’s become more and more recognizable in the wild, since the whole Katt Williams/Club Shay Shay situation. If you’ve been living under a rock these past few weeks, Katt Williams basically went on Shannon Sharpe’s podcast and bombed out the entire comedy game. He sent shots to everyone; Kevin Heart, Steve Harvey, Tyler Perry, and Cedric the Entertainer. Hell, even Ludacris caught a stray and he was just existing. It was wild to see. The thing is, though, Katt has been saying the same goddamn thing for years. He’s been screaming about this same bullsh*t, for decades now. He’s been showing the same receipts for just as long. Obviously, there’s hyperbole in there, no one is reading three thousand books in a summer and I doubt mans can run a four flat at his age, but woven in all that blowhard bravado is real truth. Steve Harvey is a scumbag who stole Mark Curry’s entire career. Cedric the Entertainer did steal his joke. I don’t buy into the whole “Illuminati” sh*t but I wouldn’t discredit it all that much either. The Skull and Bones exist. So do the Free Masons. And black people are notorious for gate keeping It has long since been established that Oprah absolutely does not have the best interest of her people at heart and Tyler Perry is right up there with her. Mo’nique literally proved that with her Shay Shay expose. Like, she got Tyler Perry, on tape, admitting to and apologizing for, purposefully sabotaging her career. She also called out Kevin Hart for being a snake and Oprah for just being terrible to black people in general. Again, all sh*t she’s said before, for decades, but now, apparently, people are paying attention. They’re seeing the other side to the story and not just blindly following the narrative of the powerful. The entitlement is coming home to roost and it’s wild to see.

As a LAker fan, watching my team play the way they do is rough. I blame LeBron James. Wherever that dude goes, chemistry and coaching issues follow. Being “King James”, he has a certain amount of pull in the NBA, often exerting that leverage in very, personally benefiting, ways, the team be damned. We watched that sh*t in Cleveland the first time. Definitely saw it in Miami. More than witnessed it on the Cavs the second time around. Then it happened to my darling LAkers. LeBron has forced us to trade away strong assets to get AD, (which I’m not too upset about), has us mortgage our future with just SO many picks in an effort to build a “win now” team for him, handcuffed Pelinka into making terrible f*cking trades (Westbrick was a disaster for us), and cost us the best coach we’ve had since Jackson in Frank Vogel. All for a single Bubble championship. James has been doing this sh*t his entire career but, apparently, no longer. Pelinka made no moves at the deadline. He kept the assets we have. D.Lo is still a LAker and AR15 is developing into a proper leader. A few nights back, Bron and Ad sat out against, arguably, the best team in the league and thoroughly trounced Boston. More than that, these kids played ball with joy. They trusted each other. They were a team. That ball moved effortlessly to where it needed to go. They proved that we do not need James, or AD for that matter, and it’s thrown a wrench in James’ usually plans. His cryptic and childish tweeting fell on deaf ears. Rocking that Knicks towel moved no needles. Demanding that Darvin Ham be fired only got him a single game benching. Sh*t is not going the way it usually does and the “King” is hating that no one is recognizing his crown. I imagine James is feeling some kind of way because this is the first time in his career a franchise has properly told him “No.” We missed out on some solid trades and lost a ton of draft capital but, you know, better late than never. Speaking of…

Yo, Puff Daddy is going to f*cking prison! Never mind the stuff with Tupac and what not, though that sh*t is a whole situation prime for a deep dive, Cassie absolutely exposed dude! She got him on the hook for millions, forcing dude to sign over all the Masters he was holding to their respective artists, with a little bit of NDA incentive. Like, cats have been quietly suspect of Diddy for years. They were saying sh*t out loud, but not really pointing fingers, you know? I mean, 50 was but he built different. There was this air of invulnerability around Sean, one that has been three since the Nineties. Dude has been bulletproof since he “allegedly” had BIG killed because he was trying to get of Bad Boy. I mean, that was proven to be false, sort off. BIG was killed in retaliation for the Tupac hit; The one Diddy is being looked at for as we speak! But, again, that’s not what this is about. This is about how predatory this dude is, and has been, for years. Cats have been saying mans was weird. Rumors about him and Usher. Him and Fab. Up and coming artists, being raped in limos. Taking dudes “shopping.” Have all male orgies and sh*t. I’m over here asking what the f*ck Farnsworth know and why he fell of the face of the earth? Diddy is a devil in the music industry and Cassie has brought that violent asshole into the light. Cats are straight up telling on this man and sh*t is getting bad. We now know, for a fact, he is abusive. We now know, for a fact, he blew up Cudi’s car over Cassie. She has alluded to Diddy being responsible for Kim Porter’s death, among other, various, bodies. All things that have been whispered for years but never taken seriously. Now, after that multi-million dollar settlement, which is a low key admission of guilt, no one is afraid of the Big Bad Diddy. Everyone is coming to blow this man’s house down.

The big one for me, though, is how the entire international community, save the whitest countries in the union with the exceptions of Ireland, have completely turned on Israel. If you know me, you know I’m no fan of the Zionist State. I don’t see the difference between that, end European Imperialism. Neither should you, the sh*t goes hand in hand. It’s weird to me that everyone in “Western Civilization” (that’s code for white people), turn a blind eye to the atrocities these Ashkenazi assholes have been committing against Palestinians for decades. It’s like, just because the Holocaust happened to them, it’s fine if they do it to someone else. I’m not kidding about that, either. Germany has basically said as much. Now, them, the Germans, I can give a pass to for all of that Israel propaganda. They have a VERY deep seeded responsibility for a lot of what these assholes get away with, but everyone else? Like, Netanyahu has basically turned Israel into a Radical Jewish Terrorist State. and no one in the Western media cares. That’s not the narrative. Israel isn’t committing a genocide against the brown people who have lived on that land for centuries. I cannot tell you how frustrating it was to watch people defend Israel for committing actual war crimes and crimes against humanity, because if you didn’t, you were an anti-Semite. I mean, I could, because it happened to me, but lately? Not so much. Lately, cats are seeing Israel how I have seen them for most of my life. And the Hague agrees. The youngsters, agree. A lot more of my generation, agrees. Calls for a ceasefire have been ringing for months. People are heckling Biden, demanding action to stop this Zionist blood lust This is the first time, in my lifetime, that Israel isn’t getting away with their bullsh*t. People are doing things about it. Yemen is blockading supply shipments. Djibouti told the US to f*ck off when they wanted to install arms in their territory to bully Yemen into stopping their siege. Ireland has been acting a fool, calling out everyone in the EU who has backs the radical Israel regime, to their faces, even going so far as to disown Biden from his heritage. It’s nuts to see the chickens coming home to roost. There has been a shift in perception, sparks of rebelling against the narrative, flying across the globe. I am mad curious what’s going to happen in the future but, for the first time in a long time, I’m not so nihilistic about what comes next.

[smokeybrand]

Comeuppance

It feels like there has been a season of reckoning lately, like the pendulum has started to swing the other way in terms of old grievances and accountability. I’ve noticed it for a while, but it’s become more and more recognizable in the wild, since the whole Katt Williams/Club Shay Shay situation. If you’ve been living under a rock these past few weeks, Katt Williams basically went on Shannon Sharpe’s podcast and bombed out the entire comedy game. He sent shots to everyone; Kevin Heart, Steve Harvey, Tyler Perry, and Cedric the Entertainer. Hell, even Ludacris caught a stray and he was just existing. It was wild to see. The thing is, though, Katt has been saying the same goddamn thing for years. He’s been screaming about this same bullsh*t, for decades now. He’s been showing the same receipts for just as long. Obviously, there’s hyperbole in there, no one is reading three thousand books in a summer and I doubt mans can run a four flat at his age, but woven in all that blowhard bravado is real truth. Steve Harvey is a scumbag who stole Mark Curry’s entire career. Cedric the Entertainer did steal his joke. I don’t buy into the whole “Illuminati” sh*t but I wouldn’t discredit it all that much either. The Skull and Bones exist. So do the Free Masons. And black people are notorious for gate keeping It has long since been established that Oprah absolutely does not have the best interest of her people at heart and Tyler Perry is right up there with her. Mo’nique literally proved that with her Shay Shay expose. Like, she got Tyler Perry, on tape, admitting to and apologizing for, purposefully sabotaging her career. She also called out Kevin Hart for being a snake and Oprah for just being terrible to black people in general. Again, all sh*t she’s said before, for decades, but now, apparently, people are paying attention. They’re seeing the other side to the story and not just blindly following the narrative of the powerful. The entitlement is coming home to roost and it’s wild to see.

As a LAker fan, watching my team play the way they do is rough. I blame LeBron James. Wherever that dude goes, chemistry and coaching issues follow. Being “King James”, he has a certain amount of pull in the NBA, often exerting that leverage in very, personally benefiting, ways, the team be damned. We watched that sh*t in Cleveland the first time. Definitely saw it in Miami. More than witnessed it on the Cavs the second time around. Then it happened to my darling LAkers. LeBron has forced us to trade away strong assets to get AD, (which I’m not too upset about), has us mortgage our future with just SO many picks in an effort to build a “win now” team for him, handcuffed Pelinka into making terrible f*cking trades (Westbrick was a disaster for us), and cost us the best coach we’ve had since Jackson in Frank Vogel. All for a single Bubble championship. James has been doing this sh*t his entire career but, apparently, no longer. Pelinka made no moves at the deadline. He kept the assets we have. D.Lo is still a LAker and AR15 is developing into a proper leader. A few nights back, Bron and Ad sat out against, arguably, the best team in the league and thoroughly trounced Boston. More than that, these kids played ball with joy. They trusted each other. They were a team. That ball moved effortlessly to where it needed to go. They proved that we do not need James, or AD for that matter, and it’s thrown a wrench in James’ usually plans. His cryptic and childish tweeting fell on deaf ears. Rocking that Knicks towel moved no needles. Demanding that Darvin Ham be fired only got him a single game benching. Sh*t is not going the way it usually does and the “King” is hating that no one is recognizing his crown. I imagine James is feeling some kind of way because this is the first time in his career a franchise has properly told him “No.” We missed out on some solid trades and lost a ton of draft capital but, you know, better late than never. Speaking of…

Yo, Puff Daddy is going to f*cking prison! Never mind the stuff with Tupac and what not, though that sh*t is a whole situation prime for a deep dive, Cassie absolutely exposed dude! She got him on the hook for millions, forcing dude to sign over all the Masters he was holding to their respective artists, with a little bit of NDA incentive. Like, cats have been quietly suspect of Diddy for years. They were saying sh*t out loud, but not really pointing fingers, you know? I mean, 50 was but he built different. There was this air of invulnerability around Sean, one that has been three since the Nineties. Dude has been bulletproof since he “allegedly” had BIG killed because he was trying to get of Bad Boy. I mean, that was proven to be false, sort off. BIG was killed in retaliation for the Tupac hit; The one Diddy is being looked at for as we speak! But, again, that’s not what this is about. This is about how predatory this dude is, and has been, for years. Cats have been saying mans was weird. Rumors about him and Usher. Him and Fab. Up and coming artists, being raped in limos. Taking dudes “shopping.” Have all male orgies and sh*t. I’m over here asking what the f*ck Farnsworth know and why he fell of the face of the earth? Diddy is a devil in the music industry and Cassie has brought that violent asshole into the light. Cats are straight up telling on this man and sh*t is getting bad. We now know, for a fact, he is abusive. We now know, for a fact, he blew up Cudi’s car over Cassie. She has alluded to Diddy being responsible for Kim Porter’s death, among other, various, bodies. All things that have been whispered for years but never taken seriously. Now, after that multi-million dollar settlement, which is a low key admission of guilt, no one is afraid of the Big Bad Diddy. Everyone is coming to blow this man’s house down.

The big one for me, though, is how the entire international community, save the whitest countries in the union with the exceptions of Ireland, have completely turned on Israel. If you know me, you know I’m no fan of the Zionist State. I don’t see the difference between that, end European Imperialism. Neither should you, the sh*t goes hand in hand. It’s weird to me that everyone in “Western Civilization” (that’s code for white people), turn a blind eye to the atrocities these Ashkenazi assholes have been committing against Palestinians for decades. It’s like, just because the Holocaust happened to them, it’s fine if they do it to someone else. I’m not kidding about that, either. Germany has basically said as much. Now, them, the Germans, I can give a pass to for all of that Israel propaganda. They have a VERY deep seeded responsibility for a lot of what these assholes get away with, but everyone else? Like, Netanyahu has basically turned Israel into a Radical Jewish Terrorist State. and no one in the Western media cares. That’s not the narrative. Israel isn’t committing a genocide against the brown people who have lived on that land for centuries. I cannot tell you how frustrating it was to watch people defend Israel for committing actual war crimes and crimes against humanity, because if you didn’t, you were an anti-Semite. I mean, I could, because it happened to me, but lately? Not so much. Lately, cats are seeing Israel how I have seen them for most of my life. And the Hague agrees. The youngsters, agree. A lot more of my generation, agrees. Calls for a ceasefire have been ringing for months. People are heckling Biden, demanding action to stop this Zionist blood lust This is the first time, in my lifetime, that Israel isn’t getting away with their bullsh*t. People are doing things about it. Yemen is blockading supply shipments. Djibouti told the US to f*ck off when they wanted to install arms in their territory to bully Yemen into stopping their siege. Ireland has been acting a fool, calling out everyone in the EU who has backs the radical Israel regime, to their faces, even going so far as to disown Biden from his heritage. It’s nuts to see the chickens coming home to roost. There has been a shift in perception, sparks of rebelling against the narrative, flying across the globe. I am mad curious what’s going to happen in the future but, for the first time in a long time, I’m not so nihilistic about what comes next.

[queenbabyqueenbaby]

126

At the weekend I watch Jo Koy bomb so badly during his opening monologue at the golden globes that it actually makes me a little nauseous. I watch Katt Williams claim to read 3,000 books a year. I watch two episodes of The Curse, which I once looked forward to every week but inexplicably lost interest in. I watch John Mulaney host the Governor’s Awards despite having no idea what they are. I like his opening line: for those of you who don’t know me from the Tuesday night AA in the Palisades, I’m John Mulaney. I watch Joe Rogan explain how on-the-fence he is about alien abductions. I watch two crack addicts, a man and a woman, scurry towards a phone booth near my studio. They are what comedian Matt McCusker calls the opposite of a power couple. I share a picture of a 20th ceramic dish with compartments for different snacks shaped like a woman. Someone replies to the story: FREE GAZA. I watch Gaza being bombed, then I watch the opposite of Gaza being bombed which is the pilot of Gilmore Girls. I watch four Billie Eilish music videos, and one Dua Lipa one. That song she did for the Barbie movie has Ronson all over it - mindlessly generic disco. Real string section or not, it sounds like every other offering that has paid Ronson’s mortgage over the years. It’s how I know I could never have paid his mortgage. I keep thinking about Dua Lipa being a rumoured bulimic. T sends me a photo of his new baby lying underneath the hanging plush sea creatures on the activity gym I bought. He’s transfixed, T says. But I read somewhere that babies this young are basically blind. They only want breasts and sleep, like my favourite comedians. I am deflated and lonely after my birthday, but I am also irritated by the social occasions on the horizon. A few vegetables have become repulsive to me after the antibiotics - bell peppers, cauliflower and kale. I find 24 small cans of expensive tuna in my studio that I must’ve bought from an Italian supplier online months ago. I take to the cold plunge on Saturday evening to feel like I accomplished something physiological, and to see if it upsets my stomach. The January temperature is not what early December was. I bite down on my tongue so hard when I get in that I taste blood, my feet spasm. When my phone timer allows me to emerge, I am gasping. It’s good. Cocaine good it is not. Falling in love good, not even close. But it will have to do. I finish a song, and try to rearrange another older one with no luck. Someone with a +91 number tries to call me on WhatsApp, the profile picture is a page of Hindi lettering. I block. God only knows how many scammers have my number. “I’m showing my pussy on my website”, says an Instagram message. Tongue emoji, water emoji. Imagine showing your pussy on a website

[rainymountainspinster]

Hozier this...Thor that...why are y'all so desperate to find the "one true male ally" for lesbians when Katt Williams already said a decade ago that he wouldn't make us pay taxes? 😂

#no but really #can you imagine if this shit were real? #no male is a lesbian icon #and almost none are actual allies #lesbian #lol #katt williams

[tawneybel]

Imagine Tommy asking his girlfriend if taking Carrie to the prom is anything like when Sue wants him to take you out, or is she just being nice to Carrie? (Because Sue likes the idea of other people finding her boyfriend attractive.)

#Tommy Ross #Sue Snell #Carrie #Carrie 1976 #imagine #minors do not interact #cucking #cuckoldry #cuckquean #cuck #reader insert #horror #Stephen King #Carrie film #Carrie movie #Carrie franchise #William Katt #Amy Irving #Stephen King imagine #Tommy Ross imagine #Sue Snell imagine #William Katt imagine #Amy Irving imagine #horror imagine

[keeseneysays]

Faith Without Work

This is #Keeseneysayssundays

Okay, I won’t be here for long, but I just wanted to check in and say how beautiful MOREvember is coming. (Even badgalriri ducked in to remind us how important Self Care and Sunday’s are.)

And who am I to go against the savage herself.

I’ve always enjoyed Sundays because of the calming energy that surrounds the day. I was raised in a black household, by black women, the oldest being born in Mississippi. If it’s one thing I know, it’s the church house. And on the seventh day, he rested. Sunday has been known to ,literally, start the week. Although, Sunday is also known to, physically, end the week. Imagine resting before it all begins or once it all ends. Sundays taught me faith. In the words of Katt Williams, you better believe in something. If my God is not something you can relate to, that’s your business and shouldn’t bother me none. My prayers and his love will still surround you. Now the fact that I know God and have no problem coming to him for guidance shouldn’t bother you none either. You don’t have a testimony? I’m not so sorry because I do. I’ve always had this spiritual connection and/or acceptance early in my childhood. I’ve always trusted things. I’ve always had faith in things. I’ve always required as much as I give. I’ve always watched with a happy heart, excited to explore what was next. I’ve always had faith. I was known by first, middle, last name, AND birthday in both my and my grandmother’s church. Why? I had no problem sitting around black people and hearing them talk about why they continue to push...why they continue to fight...why they continue to smile. I enjoyed being around individuals who were not the same but treated everybody as if happiness was free to give out. (We not talking about the messiness that is the church house, yikes) Then I made my greatest discovery as a child; happiness is free to give out. Sundays introduced me to black women with the strength to lead and the power to follow. That’s what Keeseneysayssundays are; unlearning and adjusting. Feeling and rediscovering. Loving and spreading happiness.

#keeseneysays #keeseneysayssundays #blog #blogging #blogger #blog post #black girl blog #black women #black is beautiful #Black Writers #black writers matter #Black Women Writers #faith #spirtuality

[filmphilics]

Recommendation of the week: The Man From Earth (2007)

Dir.: Richard Schenkman

Cast: David Lee Smith, John Billingsley, Ellen Crawford, William Katt, Annika Peterson.

Genre: Sci-Fi

Plot: An impromptu goodbye party for Professor John Oldman becomes a mysterious interrogation after the retiring scholar reveals to his colleagues he has a longer and stranger past than they can imagine.

Filmphilics score: 8/10

#the man from earth #richard schenkman #david lee smith #john billingsley #elle crawford #william katt #annika peterson #sci-fi #sci fi #sci-fi movies #sci-fi films #sci fi movies #sci fi film #cult movie #cult film #cult cinema #cinema #film #movie

[thebastardmeteocrusherpilot]

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3. Are there any particular aus or plots that you’d really like to write?.

Interesting question! Uh well, I would still love to do my AU of Good ending Galaxicos, because I would like to explore this version of Aaron Galaxicos, where he is a good man and a soldier loyal to General pepper (although he is still casanova and somewhat sarcastic). I don't have another AU pending yet, I only have that one at the moment.

I would also love to do some RP of Galaxicos knowing their future Emperor Andross, because I would love to imagine or interpret the feelings or first impressions Galaxicos has towards the exiled scientist of Corneria. I would also love to do more interactions with Galaxicos and Starfox members! They don't have to be about their fight in the Asteroid field, but an interaction of enmity or distressing before or after the war. Any interaction of any genre of rp interests me!

I would love to continue doing more rps with some fandom members or characters, and I still have some outstanding starters in mind, but I don't want to do much spoilers here lol.

Oh! and I would still love to make more romantic interactions of Galaxicos with any of the muses! Even if he's an idiot, it's always fun or interesting to do some funny or dramatic romance.

14. What are five of your favorite ships? (In the rp community or otherwise).

I don't know if you mean if I also include my muse in this list, but I will still be able to comment at ease. (I don't have many favorite couples within the RP community honestly??).

so, would be like in rp community ships ( without any specific order ).

@icantlose’s Wolf O’donnell x @tortureisims ’s Leon powalski

@thegreatpowalski‘s Leon powalski x @thekursedone-lylat‘s Krystal ( SORRYGUYS!!! ).

@lupus-rubidus‘s Scar x @icantlose’s Wolf O’donnell

@icantlose​’s Wolf O’donnell x My bastardmeteocrusherpilot/Galaxicos( Does it really add my own muse to this list? I'm not sure really! you later correct me please!!! )

@themajorastrangeocs‘s William x Galaxicos (( DHFGVFVDH I ALWAYS ENJOY RP WITH YOU WITH THESE TWO ;W; ).

now, as ships in general (and into starfox fandom bc i’m lazy, and without any specific order again).

Wolfox

Woleon

Slippy toad x Amanda

Falco lombardi x Katt monroe

Andross x Pigma ( BC YES, I’M INTO THAT ).

Okay, this was some long questions, and I hope I didn't get confused. You let me know for any mistake, and I apologize for those tagged .. ;w; 

BUT THANK YOU FOR ASKING!

[nicetrynicetry]

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I read my horoscope from January 1993. It’s true that I DO accomplish a lot despite my inner turmoil. Apparently my sex life would’ve “heated up” at the end of the month, but I was a baby. It turns out I love having people in my house (not my, like, astrological “third house” but my actual house). I’m amazed neither of my neighbours (but especially the highly-strung American woman with two children on my right) complained about the noise we made last night. This bodes extremely well for future dinners. I will never throw a party. The one party I threw was for my 16th birthday and my dad’s address was shared to Facebook and the police came and my SLR camera that I’d saved up for was stolen. I may have written about this before, but it’s all I needed never to be the party host ever again. The numerous times I’ve been to loud parties since, I always wonder what the neighbours must think, and whether things are being stolen. A gallerist friend of V’s stole many things from a collector friend of V’s but that’s because he was a kleptomaniac

T, my bassist, had a baby today. Had they performed a C-section a day earlier the small boy could’ve been my birthday twin, joining the ranks of January Jones and Marilyn Manson. Instead he was born on the anniversary of the US Capitol insurrection. I spend an hour online attempting to find the best activity gym for the baby, wind up on the Goop website reading an article on how to “curate a non-toxic nursery”. In the end I simply buy the most expensive but least obtrusive activity gym. It is purple and pink and sea creature-themed, plush octopi and fish hanging from a soft teepee structure. I hope this fucking baby doesn’t get in the way of our band rehearsals, especially now my boys have their US visas to play in New York in April. Thank god, in a way, for fatherhood and the societally low expectations we have of them. If you really think about it, a father is supposed to play bass in a rehearsal room while his baby blows saliva bubbles at home with its primary caregiver

The problem with celebrating your birthday is that what goes up must come down, and before you know it it is January 6th and you're shopping for iceberg lettuce in a supermarket that since Halloween has smelled strongly of piss. Everybody at the checkouts is smelling themselves suspiciously thinking they have pissed their pants without knowing it, then looking around for someone who looks downtrodden or mentally ill enough to have pissed on the floor. It’s hard to believe I saw the actor Eddie Redmayne at this supermarket twice and not that long ago. Then you’re putting the remaining beads of caviar from the birthday dinner on aforementioned lettuce and watching an interview with Katt Williams who is doing absolutely nothing to beat the crack allegations. After fun, there is a comedown, and the day after your birthday you are without celebration, but instead simply stewing in being a year closer to death. I also will never feel like I have accomplished enough for my age, and even if my career proves otherwise, there are a million other milestones in the thirty-one year old woman’s curriculum that an accountant can’t oversee. Like pregnancy and not faking orgasms and inviting love in from somebody who sees me clearly and is unafraid and not disappointed. But!!! imagine if I had taken MDMA last night

[littlemisssquiggles]

Heyy, so, idk if you ever watched "Rio", but I was rewatching it, and there's the blue and jewel dance. So I was wondering, do you think there's any RWBY ship that fit in the context of that scene ? I mean, maybe there aren't but I cant help, I love that movie, and I love that scene XDXDXD anyway, what do u think ? have a nice day !!! =D ♡

HiyaLethie!I know I still have to answer your last question from before about your suggestionfor Oscar’s theme. I currently have a bit of a backlog of messages to sift through and answer so that plus my generalbusy schedule during the week with school has left me with not getting much of achance to answer your question as yet. Sorry about that but I’ll get to iteventually XD

Anyways,let’s answer this recent question at least, shall we? I’ve seen Rio 2but have admittedly never seen its first movie believe it or not. However Ilooked up the scene you mentioned. It’s the ‘I Wanna Party’ sceneright? Because that’s the scene that comes up when I look it up on YouTube. Letme know if otherwise.

“So I waswondering, do you think there's any RWBY ship that fit in the context of thatscene?”

Aww Lethie,you should know very well which RWBY ship I’m going to relate this to, right?Like the Nae-Nae song, you already know what it is. Or rather who itis.

Obviously the ship that comes to mind is RoseGarden of course. The scenefrom Rio is making me think back to that RWBY SquiggleScript I wrote before about Team FNKIinviting RWBY and JNPR out to party with them. The two birdssinging; the red and yellow birds (sorry not familiar with their names)definitely make me think of Flynn and Neon.

LikeI’m picturing a scene where Flynn and Neon perform for a crowd at a local rave joint inlower Atlas. Perhaps outside of Atlas Academy, Team FNKI are actually a band with Neon Katt as the lead singer.Now I’m imagining Flynn and Neon inviting the heroes out to one of theirconcerts and during the performance, the heroes really get into the groove asFNKI’s show really gets the crowd excited and dancing.

Ofcourse everyone starts to dance, including Ruby who is pulled onto the dance floorby Oscar. Perhaps for the Atlas Arc, the heroes can have two occasions to hang out and explore the citywith FNKI. One being the roller disco idea I brought up before and the second being an actualconcert where their FNKI friends perform.

NowI’m picturing Neon actually performing her classic theme from V2. Picture Neon singing Neon.Up until this point, Weiss Schnee hasbeen the only RWBY character confirmed to have singing talent in the canon withCasey Lee Williams providing her singing voice. It’d be nice if we could haveanother female character besides Weiss who can sing. Maybe Weiss and Neon could even perform a littleduet together.

Likeimagine a moment were Neon rolls up to Weiss and asks her if she could sing.And when Weiss says yes, Neon gets all excited and informs Weiss about how sheand FNKI sometimes perform little concerts from time to time to as a side job. Neon even invitesWeiss to sing with her the next timeshe performs and surprisingly, Weiss agrees. I would actually really like tosee something like this done for the Atlas Arc.

The only times we’veseen Weiss perform is during concerts hosted by the Schnee Dust Company. Weisshas only ever sung to fuel the agendas of her father.

Soto have Weiss perform outside of her family affairs while actually having fun with her performance this rounds; instead of itbeing in compliance or defiance with herfather’s wishes could be great for her. I just want to see Weiss sing outside ofthe SDC. If FNKI is indeed a band in the canon, perhaps they can even set thatup for Weiss. Imagine…FNKI evenapproaching Weiss with the idea of singing a small concert for a crowd that wasn’t rich Atlesian elites thather father wished to rub elbows with. That could be pretty cool especially forthe her character upcoming story arc for V7.  

Plus,apart from that…whatif…there’s karaoke. Picture FNKI inviting the gang out to karaoke andwe get some pretty hilarious performances from other characters like Jaune for example. Then again, Miles Luna actually has adecent singing voice. I’ll give him that. The man singlehandedly sung the Camp Camptheme song. Oh lord, now I’m imagining a pretty meta moment where Jaune sings theCamp Camp theme song in main RWBY aspart of karaoke. I know it made a cameo in Chibi but…imagine if the main seriesdecides to do this as a gag. Might not happen but…picture itfor a second.

Anywhozzits,getting back on track with my answer. Imagine FNKI’s concert is Ruby’s secondinstance out dancing with everyoneand at this point, Ruby has actually grown more comfortable dancing thanks toOscar helping her out of her shell on the dance floor.

Inreference to Rio, I’m actually torn between which Rosebud represents Blu and Jewel.The figurative response would be to have Oscar be Blue andRuby be Jewel.However going off my favourite Pinehead headcanon whichpaints Oscar as a good dancer, I feel like Oscar could be Jewel in thisinstance with Ruby being the one enamoured by Oscar’s moves on the dance floor.

Thenagain, since this concept reflects on Ruby’s second time dancing with Oscar…maybethis round, Oscaris pleasantly surprised that Ruby is the one eager to get up and dance with him as she practically pulls him into a groove with herand the two honest souls share a dance together for a second time.

NowI’m picturing Oscar definitely as Blu in this moment with he and Ruby moving incomplete sync with each other on the dance floor. All culminating in the momentwhere Oscar just stops, gazing in awe at Ruby’s jubilant form unable to containher content laughter as she enjoyed herself.

Inthat moment, Oscar couldn’t explain what it was---he didn’t know if it was themusic or the flashing colours but something about the moment just made Ruby gofrom being Oscar’s friend who he was happily enjoying dancing with to the mostbeautiful girl in the room. And as much Ruby couldn’t help but laugh as herswaying hips danced circles around Oscar, urging him to stop staring and dancewith her, Oscar couldn’t help but stare completely entranced.

SoI guess when I really think of this scene, Oscar is definitely Blu. Just as howthe red and yellow birds can be Flynn and Neon respectively performing togetherto bring on the FNK. I can even see Nora being the Toucan, encouraging Oscarwith dancing with Ruby.

Pictureif this is how Oscar comes to realize his true feelings for Ruby. In almostevery romance story, there is cupid moment. The moment where the characterrealizes that they are in love with their potential crushes/love interest.

Remember how I saidbefore that Oscar probably already has a crush on Ruby butis too much of a dum-dum to his own heart torealize it yet. Picture a moment like this being how Oscar realizes it.

Picturea moment like this, being Oscar’s spark of love wherehe finally comes to see that Ruby means more to him. Picture a moment like this when RubyRose goes from being the Silver Eyed girl who Oscar admires to Oscar’s bestfriend to Oscar’s crush. The girl he admires to the girl he likes and ultimately thegirl he loves. Looking forward toseeing this transgression but for now, it’s a theory.

Whaddayathink Lethie?Hope that answers your question m’friend. Have a good day too!

~LittleMissSquiggles (2019

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[flameontheotherside]

My Spirit Self: Vanessa (pt 1)

So I talked about how everyone has a spirit self. We're all playing this game of life. The spirit self (who you really are) and my higher self operates this game of life on the higher self computer. Thinking your talking to your higher self? Yeah in a way, just your higher self has all the information on you. Like the akashic records, it stores every single piece of information but only your information.

Like in Windows PC You have your folders with each life. Documents recorded on you in every life, Downloads folder where you have downloaded/uploaded information or "messages" you received from your spirit self or whatever ...

Your higher self or Spirit self kinda tells the akashic record everything you are doing. Everything.

Everything?

😔 Eh-ver-eh-thang...

EVERYTHING?! 😲

EH-VER-EH-THANG 😆

😱EVERYTHING?!

EH-VER-EH-THANG!! 😫

Lol I just had to. Couldn't pass it up. It's a rip from a Katt Williams bit. I just LOVE it. Never gets old. 😂👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 I know some of you will have different ideas or way of saying the same thing in this post. Or for the sake of thier sanity just don't want to know someone else's perspective 🤷🏼‍♀️. This is just what makes sense to me. I like everything in its neat place to help me understand what is what. I'm kind of OCD in that I love organizing important things. Everything else just goes to shit and I don't care. 😆 My house is a disaster... Pizza boxes, take out bags, dishes piled up, piles of dirty clothes. It's an organized mess. You should see my work spaces it's neat and tidy and clean as in everything is disinfected. EH-VER-EH-THANG! 🤣 I flip out when I notice a pen missing or something is out of place. I've gotten less hulk now. Eriks anger management "classes" lmao are helping. I want to watch the movie now.

That's me with make up. 😂 ^^^^^

If you want to know me as an individual, Miss Congenitality. 😂👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 Though I can't imagine anyone caring. Just it's important to me because it reminds me that I'm stronger than I think and it's hilarious. We all love movies/music we can relate to. Its a reminder and expression of you are in this incarnation. For me... It's being more feminine and balance. Vanessa trying to coax me out of my "comfort zone" as a tomboy and embracing that part of me. She means well and she's right that I need to take more pride in my appearances.

I had cake face this morning.

Years ago I did go through a phase courtesy of higher/spirit self, I did my nails, watch YouTube how-to videos, all the girly things. It's evident in some of my pictures and my current avatar...I put on my cake face and I don't look bad, I just don't have patience to stand there and try to put on eye liner without making me look like I punched myself in both eyes. 🤣 Roflmao Omg. Well it's bad enough I have to rake through my curls and shit. 😔 I just don't understand how women can do this 7 days a week! Idk how I did it years ago. I just got tired of it. Depending where I'm going I have to set aside an hour. Yes... An hour or MORE! AIN'T NOBODEH GOT TIME FO DAT! 🤣 👏🏼 👏🏼 👏🏼 I sure as hell don't fucking give a shit but I'll try again.

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[inkstaineddove]

A Boy and His Fritz

Pairing: Prussia/Frederick the Great

Characters: Prussia, Frederick the Great

Summary: Someone corners Prussia about his relationship with Frederick the Great. Prussia repeats their sorry history confronting many emotions he would've preferred to keep in the past.

He was always obnoxious, arrogant, way too prideful and stubborn. He was a prince. He was my prince. I should've expected as much, but he still found new ways to surprise me. Like that bullshit with von Katte, but that's later. We gotta get to the early stuff. He pissed me off. God, I couldn't stand him for the longest time. His dad was my boss so that had something to do with it, for sure. Frederick William only wanted compliance. I was the first person he got it so completely from, never questioning what he demanded of me. Vader, Germania, he died when I was pretty young. I was always eager to please my kings to get one of them to see me as their own son. Frederick William was easiest to imagine it happening with cause he hated his kids so much. He was so hard on them. Beating them with canes and calling them things I can't repeat even now...my God. It was a mess. I’ve got no room to judge. I can’t claim any moral superiority. I participated, I helped, I believed he was in the right at the time. Especially with Fritz. It hurts when the heir to the throne only speaks French, only wants to dress French, read French, and pretty much wants to be French. It hurts when he rejects everything that your nation represents. The only thing I had then was the military. He rejected that, thought it was unimportant when the arts and literature and playing his fucking flute were more important. Heh, maybe I'd still be around if he'd stuck to his guns on that principle. Then again, I'd be like Bavaria or some shit and I don't think I could handle that. 

I remember when he tried sneaking away to England with his boyfriend. It was the only thing he’d done until then that I’d respected. The kid had balls to get that many people to disobey the king and help him sneak off. Especially cause he managed to make it so they didn't even get their hands dirty. Ja, I was furious because it felt like he was running away from me instead of just the king. It was real personal. When he got back, I hit him. I hit him and I cursed him out. The look in his eyes then. He didn't see me as any different than his father. I was an extension of him, the embodiment of everything he'd wanted to escape from. It was disgusting. I was disgusting. I never apologized to him for that. For how I treated him for his entire princedom. I always meant to. I always found a reason to pussy out. Funny, huh? I'll run head-on towards an army that'll crush mine without fear, but I'll always chicken out whenever it comes to people. Guess I'm a bit of a coward. Ya'know what it was like watching his boyfriend die? Katte, he didn’t do anything wrong. We knew back then he had tried to stop Fritz. It was all for show. If Frederick William couldn’t kill his son then he needed to kill somebody. Katte happened to be the death that would hurt the most. The poor guy, even his last words were for Fritz. How much he loved him, how loyal he was, how he'd die like this a thousand times. It was so sappy. Wish someone would say that for me when I go. I don't know which image haunts me more - the actual beheading or the aftermath. Seeing Fritz starve himself, lock himself in his cell for days, refusing to talk to anyone or respond to letters. It was scary. He didn’t want anyone to look after him. Frederick wanted to die and, even worse, the king would’ve been fine with it.  Later on - years later, close to his death - I told Fritz what I'd done. I confessed to him how I'd been in the camp encouraging the execution of Katte. I had been double dealing, going back and forth and telling Frederick William what wasn’t mentioned in official reports. I collapsed at his feet, clinging tightly to Fritz's hand as I begged for forgiveness. He didn't respond for the longest time. I was pretty sure he hated me again. If he did, I don't think I could've handled that. I looked up, saw a few tears running down his cheeks. He pulled me up and held me close. He told me I'm a bastard, that of course he forgives me, told me I was the only one he had left and made me promise to never mention the event again. Shit, I feel like his ghost is gonna haunt me now for this. Should I mention his wife? He sure as well never did. Poor Elisabeth. I kept trying to get her to go back to her family in Brunswick. Go someplace where she was wanted and where she was loved. That woman was the epitome of stand by your man. She refused. She actually loved him. She cherished the few times she would see him, the few letters he'd send her. None of it was romantic. He was always really formal around her, but who was I to burst her bubble. The marriage made Fritz somewhat happy and the king very happy. I was content cause my job was easier and how gay he was would get around soon enough. Voltaire really did an awesome job with that. There was such a buzz when he became king. I found myself dragged into it as well, despite technically mourning Frederick William still. I know he denounced Machiavelli a few months before, but that was bullshit. This was an exciting time for us. He’d study our armies with such frantic energy, continiously reforming and expanding them. War was coming. Of course, I was gonna win! It's me! I don't lose when I've got a great leader. I'm too awesome for that shit. The Silesian Wars. What started it all. Meeting Austria face-to-face in the field kept me alive for centuries. From then till the Seven Year’s War, that was the climax of our little rivalry. People can claim the Austro-Prussian War as it, but what do they know? They weren't alive then, they weren't alive for any of it. Only him and I know when it was. And it was in our fights for Silesia, for more than Silesia. That was just a front. It was always about who'd become the dominant force among the rest of our family. Who’d control the Germanic states. Ya'know, sometimes I wish he would've won it all. I wish that he'd kicked me out of unification. Maybe I'd still be on a map. Maybe I'd be allowed at these meetings and would have my contributions to history be seen as a positive thing instead of a thing leading up to...well, you know. It's the most pointless fantasy, but I always slip into it. Can you really blame me? Dammit, I keep getting sidetracked. There's so much in this shit, it’s impossible to not think about everything. This was the best time of my life, but it’s all so bittersweet. Sometimes I’m not sure if I’d wished they’d gone on longer or if they’d never happened. Shit, that's unawesome to confess to. I'll go on. France and Saxony were absolutely useless in the Silesian Wars. It was all me. Ja, they were technically there, but what did they do? I carried the weight. I was the true hero of the day. I don't mind. It's my name that goes down for the win. The recognitions all that matters in the end, right?  Fritz was in the limelight. He was the talk of Europe and he knew it. Everyone was intrigued by us, trying to guess our next move. We were a powerful team. I'm not surprised Napoleon studied us so much. I would too if I were him. We had courtiers from France, Britain, even fucking Russia knocking on our door! You know what was awesome about Fritz? He told them all to fuck off. Didn't want anything to do with them. He just wanted to be left alone with his friends, his dogs, and his flute. I think that's where I got that from. The period between the Silesian Wars and the Seven Years War, that was the good time. He wasn't a paternalistic man in the slightest. He had no desire for kids and wasn’t always sure what to do with them. But he regarded me like I'd imagine a father treats his son. Hell, he let me start calling him ‘dad’ around this time. I really only started calling him ‘Old Fritz’ when he was gone. Figured everyone would find it weird if I was still calling my old boss my dad.  We lived without a care then. He taught me flute, we composed together, wrote together. He would take me to the opera and theater every chance he could. He always made time for me. I don't think I left his side during this time except to shit and sleep. He was proud of my terrible poetry. God, it was awful. It’s hidden somewhere in West’s basement. It’s too painful to look at. He taught me French - against my will, but it was the royal language so he made it mandatory even for me - and English. He'd sit out in the gardens to read and watch me hunt. Fritz thought it was a dumb thing to enjoy, but he always managed to act proud of what I caught. Then war hit again. We had a minor disagreement in perspective on that. Some would say I was overconfident in my chances, but others would say he was incredibly pessimistic and a bit rude about ours. Maybe he realized the threat of Russia, Sweden, France, and Austria against us better than I did originally, but at least I had gusto. Despite that, we were both going to fight it whether it killed us and everyone really wanted to kill us. The Miracle of the House of Brandenburg is the only thing that saved us. Again, historians don't know jack shit when they define it. They claim it was the death of the Tzarina and the rise of her nephew that was obsessed with me. I'm not kidding, I swear he had a crush on me. I don’t blame him, but it was a different time. He should’ve been more discreet. The real miracle was that Fritz didn't kill himself or abdicate like he kept promising to do. With anyone else on the throne, even with her death we would've lost. Taking on France and a vengeful, bloodthirsty Austria required skill back then that only Fritz and I had. We won by the skin of our teeth. Fritz had to carry me back to Potsdam after treaty negotiations. I was barely conscious. For weeks after that I was knocked out. Apparently I kept hallucinating and thought I was a kid again. Healing was a slow process since my entire body took so much damage, including Berlin. It took a month for the heartburn to go away.   When I finally came to, I never left his side. We shared a bedroom. He'd lost so much of his family during that war. He was afraid of being alone. He clung to me and Voltaire, which I didn’t approve of. Voltaire was a gossip and a prick, always in the pocket of France’s court if Francis could cough up enough money. He was a shit spy anyway, but when have the French been known for their intelligence? Anyways, I did whatever he wanted. His fingers became too swollen and stiff and he was losing all his teeth, so I would play the flute for him. I'd run through his favorites or create new things on the spot. I'd play for hours on end if he wanted. I just wanted to make him happy again. I'd missed seeing him smile. We'd walk around the gardens at lunch. That was always when he reflected on his life to me. At the time, I thought it was really fucking weird. I'd been through everything with him. I knew it all and I'd seen it all. Made more sense for him to tell his biographers this shit. Not like I could go out and immortalize it in some book other than my diaries. I didn't appreciate it until Bismarck started making a name for himself. Then I finally understood the appeal. It's hard to explain why exactly. I just do. It gives me more of him to think about. It's more than having one of his hats or walking sticks or still being allowed to live in Sans Soucci. It's him. It's how he saw things. A person's perspective is more valuable than any material object. Fuck, I've really turned into a sentimental old man, haven't I? I used to say his death was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Dissolution beats it, but only by a small amount. The mythos is true, by the way. The clock in his room did stop at the exact time he died. I've got no fucking idea what he was doing up that early, but that’s how he was. Maybe he knew he was dying and wanted to meet his last adversary ready. That's how I like to think about it. I like to think it was painless. I know he was smiling. He looked so relaxed, like he finally got what he wanted all along. I woke up to the body. Sometimes I fall asleep still seeing it. They had to pull me away from him. I was sobbing, hugging him close. Maybe if I prayed hard enough, one of our Gods would give him some of my immortality. I think my prayer backfired. Seems like I'm starting to get some of his mortality, huh? Ain't the world funny. No, fuck you, I'm not crying. There's just some shit in my eye. Mind your own business. Do you think he'd be proud of me? I'm not talking about me as Prussia. I know he wouldn’t cause all his hard work went to shit. All his hard won land is now apart of a German state he didn't want, Austria, a country he helped remove from the map, Russia, and Lithuania. So that's definitely a disappointment. I want to know if he's proud of me, Gilbert. From 1740 onward, I always tried to make him proud. I only wanted to do what he would think is best, make him smile from beyond the grave. Do you think he is? I think so. I have to. Sometimes, that thought is the only one that keeps me going. 

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