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thesmilingfish · 4 years

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May 23

It looks like my quarantine will be ending next week. I might be going back to work as soon as Wednesday and that scares the shit out of me. Gotta do what you gotta do though. As soon as I refuse to go back I lose my unemployment benefits. My days will be set, however. They don’t want all of the managers to work together or cross pollinate as it were, so the manager and I will work together on the same days and the assistant manager and the floor manager will do the same. So it looks like I’ll be working four days a week probably 12-7:30, since my manager will be working Monday from home as her office day and the outlet we’re in has reduced operating hours.

I won’t be able to finish all the TV series on my list, but I have something like 15 movies on my list to go so I’d better get cracking!

Kung Fury (2015) - This was NOT on my list of movies to watch but one of my friends was available to hang out online so we (and another friend who was online at the time) used the twoseven extension and one of the guys suggested this 30 minute classic. I had no idea what to expect and I can’t say much without giving plot points away, but it’s one of the oddest, most fun movie experiences I’ve had in a long time. It’s very silly but also weirdly charming. You can watch it for free on YouTube here.

Spiders 3-D (2013) - The was another one that one of the guys suggested. It’s not the worst movie I’ve ever seen. Probably on par with SYFY Channel movies. A lot of logic problems with the script (spiders can survive re-entry from space to the earth outside of a ship but can be killed by a forklift?) but we had fun with poking at those. If you wish to spend 90 minutes with CGI spiders and Bulgaria playing the part of NYC, then you can watch it for free on YouTube here.

I did make the guys watch a lot of short things that I thought they’d dig and for the most part they did. Here’s a partial list: Batman: Dead End, Superman and Batman: World’s Finest Trailer, Bambi meets Godzilla, The Wizard of Speed and Time, The Dark Inside, TV Wheel: Kiss the Early Years, Blame Canada performed by Robin Williams at the 2000 Oscars, Con Man voice over scene, and Dirty Laundry - a Punisher short-film starring Thomas Jane. There was a lot more because I had a captive audience!

Strings (2004) - A wholly unique film using puppets - you can see their strings and in fact they are part of who the characters are. (You cut the head string, for example, and they die.) It’s an interesting little world they’ve created for their epic tale of a young prince who journeys to avenge the death of his father not knowing the truth behind his death and learns many dark truths about his people along the way. The voice cast is amazing: James McAvoy, Julian Glover, Derek Jacobi, Ian Hart, Samantha Bond, David Harewood, Claire Skinner and Catherine McCormick.

Skellig: The Owl Man (2009) - Children’s fantasy films aren’t generally on the top of my list but I’m pretty sure I got it because Tim Roth and John Simm are in it. The young lead is the same actor who played young Erik in X-Men: First Class and he’s very good here. I loved the bit with the kids singing “Angels” by Robbie Williams in choir. It was delightful little movie and I cried at the end because I am such a sap.

Miranda (2002) - Oh look, it’s John Simm again. This time he’s co-starring with Christina Ricci, Kyle MacLachlan, Julian Rhind-Tutt and John Hurt. About 15 minutes in we get John Simm playing the guitar and singing a very awful song about Miranda that apparently his character wrote. I wasn’t sure what to expect from this movie because it would go from adorable to serious in a snap. This is a quirky little movie that I really enjoyed. I’m sorry it’s been seemingly forgotten. Since I couldn’t find any posts on Tumblr about the movie he’s a screenshot.

#quarantine cinema

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the-gemini-systemii-blog · 5 years

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Memories from our headcanon...

A BTAS sequel where Scarface meets Peyton Riley... Originally typed out in a chat on Discord so it’s a little choppy but the boss did his best!

Arnold Wesker is the original ventriloquist and scarface is a "haunted" ventriloquist's dummy you will find out soon for a fact that he is haunted

Arkham Asylum is steadily being renovated as a treatment center for the mentally ill

and they were in OK hands but it was still called "Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane" at the time

Big sad feels from the Boss, hearing that name

I'm a Virgo, by the way

my birthday is September 22nd 1993

"I was extremely disabled, without my ventriloquist. He brought me to life... But I had my own mind. My own dreams. I'm not speaking out loud anymore, by the way. I'm communicating my moving my lips with my tongue."

(I'm gunna speak in parentheses by the way so the boss can tell a story!)

Oh, thank you! I got real depressed thinking back on Arnold and the Asylum and to cheer me up Peyton went upstairs to work on my puppet. He has a button eye now, and I got to meet Joanne, our staff member at the supportive housing where we live now... I slur like a drunk, haha, but Peyton’s going to be a great ventriloquist. We're gunna make it big.

It was still about making it big, back then, about three years ago, I was still with Arnold in Arkham Asylum. It was about making it big in my tiniest wood grains. But the immediate fight was much harder. I needed to prove I had rights. We were in therapy, and Harleen was saying "You think you'll still be Scarface without Arnold?"

I remember banging my fiist on the table. "I want to try!" I said.

"Give me the puppet, Arnold,” she said.

Arnold splutters. "This man... is very fragile... he does not believe..."

"ARNOLD!" she sais.

He bows his head and hands me to her. She does some dopey man voice, it's hard to resist with my iconic dummy, and says "Hur durr, I'm Scarface!"

Arnold says "Try... opening your mind... a little..." And as I turn my head to face her... as she turns the dummy around... she starts to get a really creepy feeling inside. She gets a really good look into my eyes. I'm a posession spirit, and albiet weakly, I managed to posess Harleen Quinzell She takes the dummy off her hand, shaken, and her hand is stiff and white. Arnold takes me back, and I sigh, thinking it was useless. Thinking her mind was too strong. Knowing what happens next. They put my puppet into miniature restraints and walk me and the ventriloquist down the hall to our room. They lock me in. They don't do that anymore. But the doors were locked back then.

I guess I should talk about me and Arnold, even though those weren't happy times. I'm staring out the door. He's quiet. He has asked, in the past, Do you want to talk, scarface? And I always bark "Quiet!" I think he's a curse. I should have treated him better. But I needed brains. I was staring out into the hallway And the guards start teasing me...

"Should we inject the dummy?"

"Haha which one's the dummy?"

I've heard it a million times.

There's a new guy though, he's a little confused, but he's read my file. I'm a patient too he says "Hey, he's locked in, shouldn't we take him out of his restraints?"

That depends on who's on duty. Jonathan Crane is very kind but often, we're restrained for hours. I'm just lucky they couldn't fit a straightjacket on my dummy. And they start talking

teasing

all kinds of ideas

they talk about taking me away from Arnold

about passing me around among the guards to see if I can break out

I want them to

I want them to so bad

but they're too scared

I feel my face --it's wood. The jaw moves. The eyes blink. But I feel a sneer. Usually when I become overcome with emotion, it bleeds into Arnold but this time it isn't Arnold sneering; it's Harleen. I see her in my mind's eye and then I hear her voice. My heart leaps.

"HEY! You dopes clear out! I got therapy with this one! " She’s running down the hallway with an empty sack over her shoulder. I press my hands up against the glass.

"Sorry Arnold," She says, "Your cellmate has a private session."

I can't quite describe how I experience reality when I'm posessing someone

her hands over my wooden body I'm very aware of my form but I can feel her breasts bounce as she runs

I knew from that moment that I wanted a woman to come into posession of me

"Alright" she says, propping me up and looking into my eyes. "You can stop that."

I'm silent. Playing dumb. "Creepy doll..."

She closes my eyes and puts me in a bag.

The next thing I know, I'm on my back, and there are fireflies in the air. My eyes are going crazy, my jaw is opening and shutting. I put up a hand to steady myself and say "Arnold, are you drunk???"

One of the dark silohuettes puts a finger to my lips and says "She's only a child."

And that's why I can't tell you what happened in the garden

they say I'm not allowed to access the memories I made while posessing Poison Ivy's daughter

her name was honeydew or raindrop or something like that

and they said that I had been a dryad in a past life

my name was Woody Vines

They made my wood green again, and I got past life memories... strolling through poison ivy’s garden. I wore a brown fedora then. I walked with a cane.

bunch o' hoodoo ... maybe it's true

either way they wanted to get me personhood

but the best they could do was to drug arnold with the same coctail they used on Harv and Batman to bring the alternate personality out and dominate the mundane controlling personality, to supress Harvey and Arnold and Batman’s civilian identity, whoever that is

it involves fear toxin, but I don't know any more than that I was transferred to the care of Jonathan Crane, who stopped restraining me and told me that he believed Poison Ivy to an extent and that at her request, if my dreams of finding a new ventriloquest didn't work out, my dummy would be laid to rest in the garden and Arnold and I wrote out extensive offers and contracts, but we couldn't get me independant personhood in the end... and I'm ashamed of this... I agreed to be sold as an object

I talked to Jonathan

I wanted a clean slate

someone I could mould and train

a woman,

and I made my wishes known to some of my old mob connections, but it didn't work out at first

Arnold wanted his money's worth

the debate on weather or not I was an independant person had only driven up my publicity and my price tag and I got sold to someone sleasy from America's Got Talent who visited me for several sessions in the asylum, where he insisted he didn't want me restrained. I remember crossing my legs unsteadily as he tries to get his hand up my back. My stomache in knots, putting his stomache in knots. He probably didn't expect to be frightened. I was very nervous, and I could tell he was shocked.

His first words to me were "So the rumors are true... you do have a mind of your own."

And I said "Could you say that again where the press can here you please?"

He never told me his real name. Only his stage name. Burt Laughingstock. When I scoffed he shook his finger at me and said “names had power “Scarface...”

“Woody...” I said. “We’re offstage.” I loved having a real name. I’m leaving out a lot of legitimate rehabilitation I went through in Arkham. I was so tired of being tied to Arnold’s fears and repressed violence, and that name, Scarface, I don’t hate it, but he’s a character. I tried to make the best of it. But the first show he took me on turned out to be some kind of tell-all Behind-the-laughter crap, and when I found out... I bit his finger off.

Little did I know, the sap had several documentations of his sound mental health and non-violent history, and he said if the dummy turned out to be evil, he wanted it destroyed. But Dr. Crane came through for me, saying that I hadn't committed an executionable offence. I looked like hannibal lecter when they brought me to court with Burt as my ventriloquest... strapped to a board by my hands and legs... cage around my mouth... but I didn't struggle... I knew I had my personhood argument in the bag... and I like being feared.

A mob lawyer came through for me and got me off on misdemeaner battery, with the heartrending defence that I had been sold to Burt as property when I had requested an open-minded female aide. They paired me up with a female cellmate as a favor to Sean Riley, and that's how I met Peyton Riley... and that's how I ended up where I am today (That's the end of the boss's story!) Yeah, that's the end of my story.

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darth-salem-emperor-of-earth · 7 years

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Feeling Under the Weather [Kyle x Ophelia]

Almost done! Here is my finished product for Day 5: Fluffy Kiss of ockiss17! This features my OC, Kyle Shepard, and @gwyncath‘s sweet, geeky Ophelia Shepard. I hope I portrayed her accurately--she was a lot of fun to write with Kyle. These two are so fluffy together and Kyle just wants to make her happy all the time. He’s such a cinnamon roll. XD

If there are any errors, I apologize for missing them. Hopefully, they won’t be too distracting to the story.

While many claimed he was a saint, Kyle Shepard refused this and simply stated he was an ordinary man and nothing special. After all, kindness and consideration to him were common sense, something he shouldn’t be lauded for when any person in the galaxy had the same capacity to do good. Maybe he right farther than the average person to offer his assistance, kept to his strict moral code, and always tried to find the good in others but still, getting praise for what was merely in his nature.

Of course, it wasn’t just in his nature that bade him to visit Ophelia when she was feeling sick, he truly cared about her and was worried. So he ended up devising several ways to make her feel better and bring a smile on Ophelia’s face, no matter how small or fleeting it was. Kyle didn’t understand why but deep down, he carried a soft place for her in his heart. Feely was easy to get along with, always knew what to say to make something feel better, so humble, so good with animals (especially cats), and she was also so passionate with her interests and hobbies. Frankly, he could listen to her rant about her most and least favorite characters, her fandoms, or which Batman adaptation did the dark superhero justice and which once completely smeared his good name. In fact, he probably had listened to her talks on her geeky interests for over an hour more.

Strange, those conversations always seemed shorter.

However, it was thanks to all that listening he was able to find that he was so certain Feely would enjoy.

“Can I come in, Feely?” he called out after rapping on her door. “If you’re not up to socializing, I can come back later. I completely understand if you’re not up for seeing people.”

“Oh no, you can come on in,” came the said woman’s raspy, feeble voice, sore from hacking, sneezing, and coughing all the time. Earlier in the week, she had a mild fever but thankfully, it went down fast. The door slid open and Kyle stepped in, holding the bag containing the gift while he beamed reassuringly at her. She gave him a little wave as well as a weak smile, still experiencing exhaustion from the strong infection her body was battling from within. “Thanks for coming, Kyle.” She then blew her nose, tissue box close at hand. He sat on the edge of her bed and handed the waste bi over to her so she could dispose of any trash.

“I figured you could use some cheering up. Feeling any better?”

She shrugged, flipping up a few strands of ebony and violet hair away from her features. “A little bit. Besides the fever going away, nothing much has changed. I was hoping my appetite would come back but so far, I haven’t been really famished lately.”

Inwardly, Kyle kicked himself. How could have forgotten about her lack of appetite? Now, part of his present would make her feel bad and might cause her to force herself to eat just to spare his feelings.

“Well, despite that, I hope you don’t mind that I brought for you. It’s just a get-well gift.” he said sheepishly, going through his idea anyway. Maybe she could use the cookies as a smack for later, if she did start to feel a bit peckish. Out of the bag, Kyle pulled out a vintage Batman cookie jar, his concerns banished immediately when he witnessed the expression on Feely’s visage. Her eyes widen, then lit up, mouth opening up into a toothy, jubilant smile. She looked like a kid at a candy store, completely transformed and positively glowing with pure joy.

“Oh my God. I love it, Kyle!” she squealed, grabbing the cookie jar and cradling it close to her chest, treating the present tantamount to a cherished stuffed animal. “Where did you get this?!”

“I did some searching around on the extranet. I know how much you love Batman so I thought you might want a dark knight to watch over you while you recover. A Batman cookie jar seemed so you.” Just as Feely turned the lid around to open it and peer inside for curiosity’s sake, he quickly added, “Oh, I also baked you your favorite chocolate chip cookies. You know, in case you get hungry later on.”

“You baked me cookies too?!” The note of pleasant surprise was evident in her exclamation. “And are you kidding, I am so hungry now!”

Before he could stop or reassure Feely that she did not have to eat if she wasn’t in the mood to do so, she proceeded to stuff at least half of a chocolate chip cookie into her mouth and asked it down with a glass of water. Without missing a beat, she merrily munched on the remaining half, gazing down fondly at all the cookies piled up inside her special cookie jar. Simply seeing her acting so energetic and delighted instigated a soft, content smile on Kyle’s dark features, brown eyes twinkling with mirth as the row of crumbs continued to grow all around and on her mouth. He was so relieved and happy that his visit gave back some of her energy.

“How many cookies did you bake?” she queried curiously, still investigating her loot with a wide beam.

“Er, I think about 24 or 26. I can’t recall off the top of my head but I may have made you too many cookies.”

She shook her head fiercely. “There is no such thing as too many chocolate chip cookies.”

Kyle chuckled, nodding his head in agreement. “If you say so.” He then noticed a small smear of chocolate on her cheek and without even thinking, he reacted. Reaching his hand out, he gently brushed his thumb against the chocolate chip stain to rub it off. “Oh, sorry, you just had a bit of chocolate over there and I just wanted—”

He never got around to finishing his sentence for Feely dove forward, the Batman cookie jar still in her lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and planted a chaste but lingering kiss against his lips, her nose nuzzling with his. The taste of cookies nearly exploded into his mouth and he grinned, enjoying her boldness so he leaned forward, closing the gap between them while resting a hand on her side. Closing his eyes, Kyle enjoyed this quiet, blissful moment, even after the kiss ended. He rested his forehead against hers, saying nothing at first, for he merely content to listen to her breathing.

“I take it that was a thank you of sorts?” he remarked lightly, a smile identity to Feely’s gigging one dragged itself across his visage.

She nodded, brushing the crumbs off her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt. “Definitely. Thank you so much for the cookies and the Batman jar, Kyle. These gifts and you simply being here mean the world to me. I already feel a little better than I was a few minutes ago.”

“That’s what I was hoping for.” He pulled away slowly, wishing he could stay longer but there was some assignments he had to finish before the end of the day. “I wish I could stay longer but I have a few tasks I have to finish. If you’re up for it, I can always stop by later in the day and see how you’re doing.”

Nodding, she hugged the Batman cookie jar tightly, resting her head on its lid. “Okay, but I’m warning, there is a chance I’ll need more cookies when you come back.”

He chuckled, mentally adding to bake more cookies for Feely tomorrow or the day after. If cookies kept her spirits up, he would make her thousands of them—regardless if Dr. Chakwas frowned on his methods or stressed a more healthy diet for his friend. “No problem. If you need more, I’ll gladly provide you with more.”

Another smile, this one brighter than the others but still just as appreciative, spread itself across her rosy pink lips, a few traces of small tan crumbles clinging to them. “Thanks, Kyle. You’re the best. I owe you big time for this.”

“You don’t owe me anything, Feely,” he replied, patting her head and folding up the empty paper bag before he started to leave. “Just rest up as usual and take care of yourself, that’s I’ll ask.” She nodded once more, clutching her treasure cookie jar more so than ever and honestly, the sight touched him but also caused him to feel elated that his gift could please her so much. He wouldn’t be shocked if she decided to sleep with the Batman cookie jar.

Whether it was from that soft, caring kiss from Feely or there was a bug going around but the very next day, Kyle woke up with a tumultuous cough and sapped energy. The minuted he went to his post, Ivy Shepard took one good, hard glance at him and sent him to Dr. Chakwas, stating he wasn’t looking too well. The doctor supported the first human Spectre’s claim and said it was possible he might have caught an exhausting cold or a minor flu. Either way, he told to stay in his room and take it easy. Which was why, on his first day of being sick in the Normandy, Feely came to visit him.

“Feely! Aren’t you suppose to be asleep or resting?!” Not even before he could finish his exclamation did a hacking fit erupted, his throat burning with such raw intensity while his chest rumbled painfully from each cough. Concerned, she handed him a glass of water and he accepted it gladly, gulping half of its contents down. “Thanks.”

“I heard you came down with something and I was afraid I passed my infection, or whatever I had, onto you.” she explained and it was then he noticed she held the cookie jar in her hands prior to rest it down on his nightstand. “I’m sorry, Kyle.”

“Don’t worry, Feely, this isn’t your fault. I probably caught this from someone else but then again, I haven’t been gaining enough sleep these days. Perhaps this is my body’s way of telling me to slow down and catch up some slumbering.” As if on cue, a yawn started to break free and he rapidly covered his mouth. “See? A few goodnight’s sleeps will have me back on my feet in no time.”

“If you say so.” The black and purple haired woman then reached over to unscrew the jar’s lid, reaching in to produce a chocolate chip cookie and presented the dessert to him. “For you. These cookies made me feel better so now, I’m hoping they do the same for you. What is the secret ingredient to them, anyway? They’re so addicting!”

The answer left his mouth before he could even think. “Love.”

#ockiss17 #Kyle Shepard #ophelia shepard #Kyle x Ophelia #oc kiss week #oc kissing week #ockissingweek #OCs #Mass Effect #gwyncath

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