#curious because i just got covid for the very first time and am wondering who else is in the same boat
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#polling around#poll#tumblr poll#covid-19#coronavirus#covid#pandemic#curious because i just got covid for the very first time and am wondering who else is in the same boat
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🏎️💨 THE FORMULA 1 TAG GAME! 🏎️💨:
tagged by @solaireverie thank u bestie 🫶🐈
1. Who or what got you into F1?
so in 2018 my brother got an xbox and in 2022 f122 (?) was added to the game pass, he developed motorsport brainrot and would not stop blabbing to me about it 😽 then he mansplained the SG grand prix to me, i surprisingly found it interesting, and here i am
i think also i saw Seb trending on here in late 2022 and that made me more ‘aware’ of f1, in the sense that Seb was one of the few drivers i did know before, so there was some weird attachment there. there was a period of time where i stopped tuning in to the SG races (busy + covid) so that got me paying attention again
2. Who was the very first F1 driver you supported? Do you support them now? Have your opinions on them differed or stayed the same since then?
Ohhhh Charles Leclerc 🎊🎶 pretty much the same, i find the narrative around his career very compelling, i like his driving and he’s a cool guy
someone once asked me “did you just choose the first guy you saw on the TV” and honestly, if i think about it. Yeah. he was the first driver i saw when we switched on the race broadcast.
3. Who’s your current favourite F1 driver?
Charles! if Seb makes a return then it’ll be him, but i’m assuming this means current drivers only.
4. Is there a driver pairing or pairings you support? What made you attracted to that pairing in the first place?
my roman empire Sebchal…
Charles was the driver i liked and Seb was the driver i knew from my childhood so i was curious about the connection. i’m a big fan of the maturity with which they handled their off-track relationship; tbh my opinions of them as teammates purely-racing wise are mixed, but they’re also my two all-time favourites so my fondness gets amplified when they’re together
5. Do your parents, siblings or relatives have a favourite driver?
Well. my brother is a Lewis fan, my uncle is also a Lewis fan. from 2025 we’ll be an all Ferrari family 😮💨
my uncle has Lewis and Valterri’s driver cards and art prints of Coulthard and Barichello’s helmets in his house haha
6. Do you have any favourite races? Are there any that stand out to you the most?
Hockenheim 2019 and Hungaroring 2015!
i think Turkey 2010 also stands out in my memory thanks to arguably one of the funniest crashes in Seb’s career and the subsequent w2w between Jenson and Lewis.
7. Do you have a favourite circuit? Can be from the past or from the current calendar
Sepang, the incline is cool i hope they bring it back
8. Have you ever been to an F1 race in real life? Feel free to tell us your experience going to one if you like.
no money 😚😚 i could attend the SG GP but i heard you can’t see much, and tbh, the sg races are kind of snoozefests…
9. Have you ever met an F1 driver in real life?
nope! the idea of it scares me honestly. i may cry if I see seb in the flesh
10. Do you have a favourite F1 car? If so, what is it?
rb6 my speedy but unreliable queen
11. Do you have a favourite one win wonder?
i probably haven’t been watching long enough to have one
12. Do you have any favourite quotes from the F1 world? This can either be inspirational or hilarious.
i’m kind of obsessed with everything seb has ever said, particularly these:
“you, asking what happened at the start? // you came in like a torpedo” (rip kyvat)
“we have to remember these days. because there is no guarantee that they will last forever.” ♥️
also quite fond of Charles’ “it’s like this”, but hope we hear it less in 2024 🤞
tagging @verstappenclerc @baiuzennsenn @leqclerc @norrisgp @monacodarling if yall haven’t done it already!! (if u have, sorry 🫡) ++ anyone who wants to
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Jojolands - First Impressions
That’s what we’re doing here. I know I haven’t really delved into Jojo’s much before, but I know several of my mutuals are big into it and I am at least a fan of this bizarre multi-generational adventure. Still need to finish Part 8 but honestly...I’ll probably just wait for the anime. It’s too confusing for me to properly binge the manga. I’ll keep any actual spoilers under the cut, but first...
I’m sold. This intro chapter hooked me more than Stone Ocean. I’ve never really been into JJBA for the plot, I like what my boyfriend said when I got him to watch the dub. “This is one where you’re just here to enjoy the experience.” If I put it in art terms, something like One Piece is a very traditional story. It’s not exactly breaking a lot of new territory, more perfecting an established style. Jojo’s? That’s abstract art. Sure there’s an overarching story to each part and how they tie together, but you’re mostly just enjoying the vibe. And oh my god do I love everything about this vibe in Part 9. First and foremost though...
My newest beloved blorbo Dragona. Just gonna say this now and get it out of the way; it’s as worth getting hung up on pronouns as it is that clip of Izo referring to Kiku as his “brother.” Differing norms are going to make this finicky, especially when we’re talking about a Japanese author writing about Hawaii as a setting through the viewpoint of a 15yo younger brother. Little different, but I live in an area with a lot of Marshall Islanders. You sorta get used to it. We could ultimately find out Dragona is as much a “woman at heart” as someone like Kiku and referring to him as such still makes sense in context. Especially with an older Japanese author and there still very much being a mindset of like, not using “transgender” to refer to anyone except someone who has fully transitioned and treating it like a man becoming a woman there. Make sense?
All that to say, use your eyes and common sense over getting hung up on specific words. I’ll probably casually use she/her most of the time because it’s hard not to. Everything I see so far suggests Dragona also acts pretty girly and hell...I’ve known 18yo trans folk existing in a space like this while they sort themselves out. We’re clearly going for something in that bubble, I’m sure Dragona will have more room to clarify...it’s Jojo’s, just roll with it. Because by all accounts we’re looking at the sane, reasonable one in the group. And that’s cool, I’m definitely keeping an eye on this pair from the perspective of wondering if maybe, just maybe Araki was a little influenced by a certain pair of samurai “brothers” who like to play with similar territory. If nothing else, our introduction does show, not tell that absent being informed most people are going to read Dragona as female. Curious about those “cosmetic injections” as well.
With that out of the way, I adore our introduction to these new Joestars. Sets the time, locale, everything so well. They’re rocking out to Dua Lipa, hassled by dickhead cops, name dropping covid, cops one up the racism with transphobia. Then our best bros fuck em up. Awesome. These parts since Stone Ocean all track with an AU version of a previous part, and I love that we don’t waste time showing off our new cast as a twist on Passione from Vento Aureo. Though this time we aren’t screwing around with noble intentions. This is all about getting filthy rich and I’m here for it. Especially with my second love from this first chapter.
This bitch. Who is, without a doubt, 100% that bitch. If she has a Stand please let it be Lizzo inspired. Speaking of Stands, Jodio’s November Rain is cool looking and I like the reference...but of course Dragona is the better one with a nod to the absolutely legendary slow jam Smooth Operator. Given the similarities I love the jokes about “Sex Reassignment Pistols” Fun fact, 80s wrestler and guy who looks like he walked straight out of a porno “Ravishing” Rick Rude would sometimes use that song as entrance music. Does it sound like fight music? Nah, but he made it werk. Where the hell was I?
Right, let’s steal this diamond! Good hook, I’m invested and we have the gang together. Although I know this series well enough to know we’ll probably find a better motivation along the way (please be nice to momma and Beach Boy’s reference Barbra Ann Araki, she’s so loving) for now I love focusing on a gang of scrunkly criminals who make no bones about it. Jodio’s going to school solely to sell drugs, Dragona and Boss Bitch Meryl seem to have a lovely bond. Like I said, a part hasn’t hooked me this well since introducing Jolyene ashamed to have been caught paddlin’ the pink canoe. Part where I just died though...
Two words were all I needed to see to know Araki did his research on the islands. Spam Onigiri. It makes sense if you know the history, soldiers in WW2 brought Spam with them to a lot of these islands because it’s easy meat to ship and stockpile. It became popular trading fodder with locals, they still very much consume a lot to this day. Because it’s also something you don’t have to worry about taking a while to ship. And there are some dope Polynesian recipes built around using it these days. I’ve just personally always found that a fun quirk from the Marshall Islanders I know and past experience with people from Hawaii, Guam, etc. Will never forget a lab partner from Guam in college, said something about it and he was just gobsmacked. Had been going his whole time here wondering why it was so hard to find certain flavors on the mainland.
Anyways, that was a lot of disjointed rambling to say I’m very excited about Part 9. Disjointed rambling is on theme though because it’s Jojos. Nothing bad is allowed to happen to Dragona or Barbara Ann. Paco and the weird guy? Meh. Jodio’s great because he’s a scruffy no-goodnik and proud of it.
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Character/s: Levi Ackerman
Prompt: "Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."
Headcanon: Modern AU + School AU + pandemic covid... yay.. + location: the Philippines~ || Female Y/n
Small note: Got this idea from school~ speakin of which hope you folks doing alright! ^^
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(Y/n) was just mindlessly gazing out the window, being in the back of the class and all- not that it was a problem much seeing as she was lucky enough to still be next to the window since she had quite the habit of looking out of it.
Totally not because she felt like a main character pft-.. totally not... ok fine maybe just a bit- but come on! Let a girl dream.
It was the first day of school again- Monday, yeah everyone loves Monday alright aha.. hah.. yay..
Anyways, it was going to be a tiring day once again for her and her classmates. And from the looks of it, it seemed everyone was still tired like very tired. Seeing the fact as they did have quite the busy few weeks.
It was face to face again, and yes.. the pandemic was still there which sucked but honestly- (Y/n) definitely prefers online class cause come on man. There was no need to wake up super early or have the need to actually be up on time so that the bus won't leave you and yada-yada.
The only good part about f2f is probably cause she sees her friends.. either way it still sucks and she's still tired as heck.
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After the usual morning routine her class usually does, every morning, hence the name. Before they could start getting ready or for others sit back down to listen to the reminders their advisor had to tell them.
The door to the class suddenly opened, revealing a male, one with black-hair, which seemed to be in an undercut style.. with bangs in front..? Steal-grey, bluish eyes and their usual uniform for males.
Which consists of the simple, white button up, blue plants and ID oh yeah wait plus mask cause again. Pandemic haha.
Everyone's attention seemed to have moved onto the newly arrived male, and as he walked in it seemed there were only a few who didn't care for whoever entered and just minded their business. (Y/n) being one of the few of course. As their advisor, Miss Alex, went over to the new male, everyone watched curious as they started to introduce the new kid.
"Everyone, this is your new classmate. Yes, they may have gotten here a little late but that doesn't mean you guys should be mean to him alright? Now, mister Ackerman go on ahead and introduce yourself please."
A sigh came from the male, but with a reluctant nod. They started to introduce themselves, first with a bow though before they start talking.
"Good morning classmates, good morning Miss Alex. My name is Levi Elijah Ackerman. 15 years old. I am from Tokyo, Japan and moved here to the Philippines when I was 7 to study here. As well as because my Mother decided to live here, because most of her relatives migrated here from Japan."
A surprisingly deep voice had started to talk, and well.. for a guy who's 15 and is in grade what.. 9. That was pretty deep, but it was strange since our dear (Y/n) seems to recognize that voice.. and well it was only when they finally decided to look at who was talking.
Did they catch the male's eyes and figured out who this new kid is.
"It's nice to meet you all."
Hah.. Levi freaking Ackerman, her best friend since she was 6 was here... no wonder her mom seemed so excited before she left for school. Levi was- or well apparently seemed to have moved from his old school to hers.
Greetings from her other classmates was heard, to answer to Levi's and well.. all (Y/n) could focus on now was the eyes of her male childhood best friend.
"Well, it's very nice to meet you Levi. But before I assign you to your seat, I must ask since you said you've been here in the Philippines since you were 7 correct? Just a curious question, do you perhaps know anybody here so I can assign them to help you around?"
And this guy decided to point at (Y/n).. throwing her off the bus immediately.
"I know her miss, have known her since I was 7 actually so.. can I get her to be my guide?"
This guy...
"Of course! Do you mind miss (L/n)?"
Smiling despite it not being seen through the mask she just nodded.
"Yeah.. I don't mind, I'll just show you around later L..."
She could see and feel them smirking.. this little-
"Alright then, show me around later (N/n)"
And here comes the questions.. of course.... great
"YOU KNOW HIM (Y/N)?!?!?!?!?!?!"
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"Haha.. yeah that's my childhood best friend-.."
"WHAT?!?!"
Levi Ackerman, (Y/n) loves this guy -platonically of course.. pft... yeah..- but they were dead meat later.
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Note: Ima rewrite this when I can- but for now enjoy this somewhat crack hc fic of Levi being your childhood bff and letting your entire class know~
Again a bit self-indulgent for me but hope you lil birds still enjoy~
#AOT#Attack On Titan#Levi x Yn#female reader#female Yn#Levi ackerman x female reader#School/Modern au#Pandemic#Covid
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The Beauty of Princess (A Character Sketch)
The Beauty of Princess
I have been studying at the University of Perpetual for years now. I have completed my grade school years as well as graduated as a high school student. I am an alumni in this school and Princess is one of them too. I remember seeing her often in the hallways in our grade school days, laughing with her friends and running round and about. I have observed that Princess is an energetic and friendly person, that was my first impression of her.
I vaguely remember finding her a bit intimidating as I was a shy kid, too scared to start up a conversation with others. Princess is not the type of person that I would usually hang out or talk with, thus why we never really talked or became friends, we just saw each other in the hallways and exchanged hi’s and hello’s. Maybe it’s because I never really got to know who she was. That's why I came up with the conclusion that Princess and I would not likely be friends. It seemed to me that we were not on the same level.
“May sinalihang org ka ba?” Princess asked me on my first day of school. Prior to the week before, I was absent due to covid. It was a surprise when I went inside our classroom and saw a familiar face. I immediately felt relief. Although Princess and I aren’t exactly close, it made me feel comfortable enough to know someone.
Princess asked me if there was any organization that I have joined in our school. I even remember asking her multiple times to repeat what she said. My second impression of Princess was how she was easily-outgoing with other people as well as being active in school activities. The months that I have spent sitting inside our classroom made me realize how easy it was to talk with Princess. She always has that light, comforting feeling surrounding her own aura.
When it came to our activity and being partnered up in CNF, opening up to her about my own story was not a problem. I knew that I could trust her and knew how understanding she was. Immediately telling her my own story, she listened to me very carefully. Every ounce of words coming out of my mouth, it seemed she was taking every bit of what I told her. Princess is an attentive listener. She was also willing to hear my own story and interactively asked me questions she was curious about.
When it came to telling her own story, she seemed a bit hesitant and albeit shy at first. It was no surprise as Princess did not know as much about me as I do with her. We only really knew each other by names and each other’s faces. It surprised me how she easily opened up to me about her own experience in life. It was always a wonder to me what people exactly went through that wasn’t seen by others.
Princess talked about being unable to fit into society. She was trying to fit into the standards of our society. I immediately felt shocked, I never knew someone like her would go through such a thing. Then yet again, I never really knew about her and it’s bad to make assumptions about a person. Princess felt struggle trying to fit into the beauty standards as well as fashion or the choice of clothing that are trending nowadays.
Learning how to use make-up, learning how to dress properly, and repeatedly taking captures to gain perfection in how to pose herself through the lenses of a camera- this is what I have gained knowledge about her. At first, I thought to myself how she was only following the trends of our generation but it was not like that at all. Princess felt insecure and wanted to fit in, so she did everything she could to feel that sense of belonging. Princess is pretty in general, without even trying to. I have observed how simple she looks but in an elegant way and I admire her for that.
I associate with what she feels as I do the same thing too, just to feel like you belong somewhere somehow. It struck me how teenagers nowadays try their best to fit in as society. A higher standard level of physical appearance and the way one dresses over the years with new fashion trends. I could understand how Princess felt at the times where she couldn’t find herself to be in that social standard and became obsessed with make-up just to look decent. I guess in some way, everyone tries to be a part of something and in her case, it’s with the community.
The story Princess shared with me tied strings into my heart, it’s really a similar experience that I have gone through. I admire her for not letting herself lose confidence as confidence is the key to success is what they say. Overall, Princess told me how she learned to tell herself to not try to think about what other people tell and just focus on what’s important to one’s self. I have come up with the conclusion that we should not listen to other’s opinions and not let the experiences influence us in some way that might damage us. We all should learn how to love ourselves the way we are and we are all free to express ourselves.
Commissioner: Ron Rendon (FB)
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okay no hate. GENUINELY no hate.
But like- (I’m just clearing the air. I’m not even that invested in the fandom. I’m not a buddie shipper. I don’t force things or look for things that aren’t there.) what do people find in BT?
Now I’ve not gone in depth into analysis or anything. This is just an objective outside view. I don’t…. Like their relationship? Maybe it’s just a dislike for Taylor in general.
Remember this is just the most casual approach I’m taking. But after Dosed, I just- i couldn’t ever trust, forgive or like her.
And though we never got to see that much of them, I genuinely like both Abby and Ali.
Abby and Buck helped each other through a lot, and needed each other for some time, and even though Buck clearly wasn’t ready just yet, I still do respect Abby’s decision to find herself. -though I do genuinely wish she was a bit more upfront with him. I wish she’d have told him from the beginning that it was more than likely over-.
And I really did genuinely LIKE Ali. Despite how little we saw of her. She seemed sweet. She had some sarcasm in her and she was witty and I don’t know- I JUST REALLY LIKED HER.😂
But I just- don’t get what people see in BT?
Abby brought something to the relationship and helped Buck grow; helped him mature.
His relationship with Ali showed that maturity. Showed that growth in his choice to be responsible. Sure, she was quite absent on screen, but she was there when he was getting his apartment -a big step for Buck- and their breakup was clean and founded on comfortable needs. I get that.
I respect her decision to break up. That fear of your loved one not coming home in one piece- OR NOT AT ALL FOR THAT MATTER.
And again, this could just be my genuine, outward, blatant dislike for Taylor. But I don’t see anything in the BT relationship and wonder why people like it so much.
Sorry if this came across as rude. I truly am.
I’m just curious. And you seem knowledgeable on the topic. So… help?
Thanking you in advance and I hope you’ve been having an awesome day or night!
💖💖💖.
So first off don't worry, you definitely aren't coming across as rude at all! And I really appreciate your ask ❤️❤️
Okay so I'm sure I don't speak for all BuckTaylor shippers, but I can at least offer my perspective on all this.
First off, if you actually go back through all... *checks* Um... almost 11k posts on my blog, you'll find that I actually hated Taylor at first too. I loved her as a character and thought she was absolutely fantastic and was very happy whenever she was on my screen, but I fucking hated her. And it was 100% because of what she did to Bobby in Dosed.
However, that is part of why I love her so much NOW! Because if she hadn't had that starting point, her growth wouldn't have been as beautiful or as heartfelt. If you have nowhere to grow from, growth doesn't mean as much.
And the fact of the matter is, the entire world suffered a trauma. And Taylor was there in the thick of it - every single day, keeping track of the dead and the dying, talking with people who have suffered unimaginable losses, talking with people who lost their homes, their livelihoods, their loved ones. And a lot of people wouldn't have been able to keep at it, but not Taylor. A lot of people broke under the strain of all of that, but not Taylor. COVID didn't break her, it made her kind.
She stopped seeing people's stories as being something that she can exploit for her own purposes, and started seeing them people behind the story. She started really understanding what Buck said about Bobby: "To him we're not the story. We're just here to make sure no story ends before it should."
(side note: the fact that arguably the BIGGEST Bobby stan in the fandom [me] has forgiven her for what she did to him in Dosed should probably say a lot)
And then as to her relationship with Buck - again I can't speak for everybody, but I can speak for myself.
And the fact of the matter is, Taylor is exactly the kind of person Buck needs in his life.
I actually really loved Ali and would have liked to see more of her, but I do have to disagree with you about their relationship. That maturity that you're talking about - him finally getting his own place, etc. - was not because of Ali. That was because of Abby. Just because Ali was there when it happened doesn't necessarily mean that she was the source of that.
And the fact of the matter is, Buck doesn't need another mother/big sister. He doesn't need somebody else who will take care of him. What he needs is somebody who will challenge him, because the boy is CONSTANTLY getting stuck into his own head, and it's not helpful to him or anybody else when everybody around him coddles him.
Even Buck's behavior towards Ravi, which was pretty inexcusable, was deemed fine/acceptable by the 118 because they understand what he's going through. And while that was genuinely sweet, it wasn't helpful for Buck. Meanwhile Taylor actually challenges him to think outside of his own perspective, all while genuinely supporting him in the ways he needs to be supported.
And the fact of the matter is, Buck NEEDS somebody who will help him grow, because he has grown stagnant. He keeps talking about Buck's 1.0, 2.0, and 3.0, but he's so focused on THAT that he doesn't even realize... there's hardly any difference. He's so completely up in his own head that he's no longer self-aware of his flaws, or of his lack of growth. His relationship with Abby was fantastic because she helped him move on from many of the issues he was having. He knew he had no respect for himself, and not enough respect for the women he was constantly sleeping with. But he was so desperate for that "fix" that he didn't have the willpower to really do anything about it. Abby helped him realize that a relationship can be fulfilling even outside of the sexual pleasures. She helped him find enough self-worth that he didn't need the constant gratification of sex. And she helped him become much less self-obsessed by offering him something else important to focus on - not just his own wants or needs or desires. (also my focus is on BuckTaylor so I'm not gonna go into what she got out of the relationship because it's irrelevant here).
And then she left, and while he didn't regress into his "sex addict" ways, he did regress to that mentality again. He regressed into somebody who needs constant affirmation because he doesn't have enough self-worth without it. He regressed into somebody who is too self-obsessed to see past his own viewpoint. And that's not Abby's fault (nor is it Ali's fault). It's just what happened.
And unfortunately, while Ali was sweet and witty and wonderful, their relationship was too much about her taking care of him. She didn't challenge him to get out of that mindset or to grow - like he had to do to be worthy of Abby. And that's where the stagnation really started.
And with Taylor? Yes, obviously there's a fantastic sexual element to their relationship, but that's only a part of what's going on. She's the best of all the worlds. She challenges him to grow the way that Abby did, helps get him out of his head so that he's not so self-obsessed, and encourages his sense of self-worth all while supporting the fact that sometimes... it's okay that nothing is going right and you need to be self-focused.
#ask me a question#sorry that took a while to answer but as you can see... It's Long#bucktaylor#evan buckley#taylor kelly#911#911 fox#911 on fox
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Great article about Paul Schrader’s The Card Counter - a poker movie that’s not really a poker movie...
Some filmmakers write a hit movie and spend the ensuing years trying to escape its shadow. Paul Schrader never flinched. Forty-five years after his “Taxi Driver” script put him on the map, the writer-director has developed a body of work loaded with alienated anti-heroes compelled to violent and reckless extremes for the sake of a higher calling.
That includes “The Card Counter,” in which Oscar Isaac plays guilt-stricken Abu Ghraib vet William Tell, a man with a gambling addiction compelled to help the revenge-seeking son (Tye Sheridan) of a former colleague. Taking justice into his own hands, Isaac’s William Tell slithers through the Vegas strip in search of questionable salvation, not unlike a certain Vietnam vet named Travis Bickle did from the driver’s seat. As if to cement the comparisons, “The Card Counter” features Martin Scorsese as an executive producer, marking the first time the two men share a credit since 1999’s “Bringing Out the Dead.”
For Schrader, “Taxi Driver” comparisons are inevitable in all his work. “My tendency is to look for interesting occupational metaphors,” Schrader said in a recent interview. “‘Taxi Driver’ hit the bull’s eye of the zeitgeist and it doesn’t die. There’s no way I could’ve planned for that, but it does inform the stories I tell.”
At 75, Schrader continues to churn out movies much like his compatriot Scorsese, albeit on a much smaller scale. “The Card Counter” is the latest illustration of the secularized Christian dogma percolating through his work. “Our society doesn’t like to take responsibility for anything,” he said. “But I come from a culture where you’re responsible for everything. You come into the world soaked with guilt and you just get guiltier.” In his own prickly fashion, Schrader makes movies steeped in empathy for lost souls in search of redemption despite the daunting odds. “We’re all certainly capable of forgiveness,” he said, and chuckled. “Anyone who says otherwise is wrong.”
The “Taxi Driver” dilemma looms large in nearly all of Schrader’s work, from the dazzling high-stakes activism of “Mishima: A Life in Four Chapters” all the way through Ethan Hawke’s eco-conscious priest in “First Reformed.” While the latter, Oscar-nominated effort brought Schrader new fans, “The Card Counter” is an even more precise distillation of his aesthetic — a moody, philosophical drama about the vanity of the personal crusade.
Schrader, who has labeled his homegrown character studies as “man in the room” dramas, embraces the parallels as usual. “There is this kind of myth that the taxi driver was this friendly, joking kind of guy who was a character actor in movies,” he said. “But the reality is that it’s a very lonely job, and you’re trapped in a box for 60 hours a week.” He saw the same logic with gambling, a wayward profession generally depicted in the movies in the context of escapist romps, rather than the somber rituals that afflict most players. “I thought about the essence of playing cards every day, or sitting in front of a slot machine. It’s kind of zombie-like,” Schrader said. “You see commercials of people in casinos laughing. But it’s a pretty glum place. Today with slots you don’t even have to pull the lever. You just sit there and let the numbers roll.”
The gambling figure led Schrader to the bigger picture of his character’s conundrum. “I was wondering why someone would choose to live in that sort of purgatory,” he said. “He doesn’t want to be alive, but he can’t really be dead, either. What could cause that? It can’t be a simple crime, murder, or a family dispute. It has to be something unforgivable. And that was Abu Ghraib.”
After the fallout of that debacle, William did time in a military prison, and reenters society before the movie begins. That was a world the filmmaker wanted to understand in clearer terms. Though Schrader has received blowback for his controversial Facebook posts in the past, in this case, the platform was an asset: He used it to track down soldiers who had done time in the United States Penitentiary in Leavenworth, the only military prison in the U.S., to better understand the initial claustrophobic world that Tell endures, as well as the conflict between the justice he’s received and what he deserves. “This man has been punished by his government, set free, and paid his due, but he doesn’t feel that,” Schrader said. “What does he do then? How does he fill his time? That’s how it all began.”
Schrader himself toyed with gambling when he lived in Los Angeles early in his career, but soon gave it up. “I very quickly realized I was only interested in gambling if it was really dangerous and I didn’t want to expose myself to that kind of danger,” he said. Years later, though, the experience helped inform his story. “There is this whole fantasy of gambling movies from ‘The Cincinnati Kid’ to ‘California Split,’” Schrader said. “But poker is all about waiting. People will play 10 to 12 hours a day and two to three times a day, a hand will happen where two players both have chips. Now you’ve got a face-off. But that doesn’t happen very often. Most guys who are there are running the numbers, the probability.”
He envisioned “The Card Counter” as a repudiation of the traditional poker movie, which builds to the giddy release of a final tournament. When that moment arrives in the movie, Schrader takes the movie in a bleak, shocking new direction. “It’s not really a poker movie — that’s a red herring,” he said.
William is immersed in his casino journey when he encounters Cirk (Sheridan), the crazy-eyed son of another Abu Ghraib soldier who committed suicide. Cirk blames the soldiers’ former commander (Willem Dafoe), and hopes to loop William into the plan. Instead, the older man decides to take Cirk under his wing to talk him out of the act, which doesn’t prove so easy. In the process, the gambler forms a curious bond with La Linda (Tiffany Haddish), a gambling agent and pimp whose icy, relentless drive to make the most out of the poker circuit brings William some measure of companionship on his wayward journey.
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It should come as no surprise that the “Girls Trip” breakout is nearly unrecognizable in the role of the calculated La Linda, which is also a distinctly Schraderish touch: From his work with Richard Pryor in 1978’s “Blue Collar” all the way through Cedric the Entertainer’s supporting turn in “First Reformed,” Schrader has made a habit of seeking out comedic actors willing to play against type. That’s partly opportunistic on his part. “They’re eager to do it because they want to expand their palette, so you can get them for a price,” Schrader said, chuckling again. “That’s necessary, given the kind of films I make.” But that’s not all: “They will always find a way to be interesting, even when they’re not getting a laugh.”
Which is not to say that the process comes easily to them. Haddish recently told the New York Times that Schrader had to coach her out of speaking in a comedic sing-song. The filmmaker put it in blunter terms. “On the first reading of the script we had, frankly, she wasn’t very good,” he said. “I told her to go back and read every single line without emotion. Then I said, ‘You’re not going to do that in front of the camera, but you can’t hit every line either. So let’s pick five or six lines you can hit where you get a smile or reaction.’ Quickly she got that it was a different rhythm.”
As for Isaac, whose disquieting turn suggests a maniac lingering just beneath the surface, Schrader once again turned to metaphor. “I told him to imagine himself on a rocky coast in the ocean,” Schrader said. “Waves are going to come up and get you all day every day. They’re going to try to batter you. Let them. The waves will go away. You’ll still be there. Don’t compete. In the end, the rocks will win. You have to learn to trust that the way these things are put together has more power than the individual movement.”
William’s routine includes an odd ritual in which he covers all the furniture in his various Vegas hotel rooms with white paper. While the motivation is never explained, Schrader said it stemmed from an experience with production designer Ferdinando Scarfiotti on the set of 1982’s “Cat People,” when Schrader realized the man was doing the same thing. “He said, quite simply, ‘I have to live here surrounded by these ugly hotel furnishings,’” Schrader recalled. The concept inspired the new movie’s most compelling visual motif. “Casinos are very ugly places. There are no exceptions,” Schrader said. “Often you aspire to finding pockets of beauty and there weren’t really any here except the only place he could control, which was his hotel rooms, where he could privatize his visions. I came up with this ritual for him to control those visuals.”
At a certain point, Schrader himself couldn’t control the visuals of “The Card Counter” for more prosaic reasons: After an extra tested positive for COVID-19, the production shut down last March, with five days of shooting left, and couldn’t resume until July. Though Schrader initially took to Facebook to fume at his producers, the pause eventually opened up an opportunity to tweak his vision. “I edited the film and put in placeholders for the five or six scenes of consequence that I hadn’t shot,” he said. “I didn’t have a fully finished film but I could screen it for people. Normally you only get that privilege if you have a big-budget film and you’re allowed reshoots.” The early audience included Scorsese, who provided a crucial note. “I asked Marty, ‘What am I missing?’ He said to me that the relationship with Tiffany and Oscar was too thin. So I rewrote those scenes.”
Schrader asked Scorsese to take on the executive producer credit as a favor. “I said, ‘Marty, wouldn’t it be nice to share a card again? I thought it would help sell the film but it would also be a cool thing to do after all these years,’” Schrader said. “Then a couple of weeks later his agent called wanting to work out a deal. What deal? I asked Marty and he said yes. That’s the deal!” Now, the pair are trying to collaborate on a new long-form TV series based on the Bible, though the timing has been delayed by production on Scorsese’s upcoming “Killers of the Flower Moon.”
In the meantime, Schrader has been mulling over the way “Taxi Driver” not only continues to inform his storytelling but the world at large. “Hardly a week goes by that I don’t notice or hear some reference to it,” he said. “But I don’t know how you’d tell such a story today. A number of writers have tried and I don’t think they’ve succeeded because it has to come out of a certain place and time. We have plenty of these incels around, but they’re not as original or revealing as they were 45 years ago when that character came on the scene. I wouldn’t know how to write about it.”
Instead, his next project is a love triangle called “Master Gardener,” which he hopes to shoot in Louisiana before the end of the year. He has several other potential scripts ready to go after that. And while he has expressed trepidation about the future of cinema in the past, he’s not convinced that audiences have given up on it yet. He recalled a conversation he had with Cedric the Entertainer when “First Reformed” made the rounds. “He said off-handedly to me, ‘You know, I didn’t realize there were so many people who liked serious movies,’” Schrader said, and chuckled once more. “Well, yeah, there are.”
“The Card Counter” premieres next week at the Venice Film Festival. Focus Features releases on September 10, 2021.
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How has poi changed your life? Genuinely curious, I love this show
I got this ask in May '20 and am only now answering it. :')
part of the problem with answering it is that half of the answer would be to the question of 'how has fandom changed your life' where poi is the fandom I've been the most active in and where fandom made the most difference. and that's a long story
my first draft of this was over 2k words long, and went back much further in time explaining how i had and hadn’t fit into queer spaces and fandom throughout my life. I edited it way back but it’s still long-ish, so you can read it below the break
many years ago, when I got my first full time job in my chosen industry my senior year of college I was so busy that I couldn't function. massive unhealthy amounts of overtime and a toxic work environment. (don't work at tech start-ups, kids!!!) my social life vanished. strikethrough on livejournal happened right then too and fandom, which i’d only been a silent participant in at that point, kind of went quiet for a while and by the time it started regrouping I was so busy that I didn't know about it. several awful years later I quit my job, spent several months in my room in my parents' house trying to recover from massive burn out (see my comment about tech start-ups), and then got a job on the opposite coast and left behind my whole circle of friends some of whom made up my entire connection to the queer community at that time.
making friends after college is very hard when you're an introvert and just generally don't like socializing that much. making queer friends can be even harder since there's fewer places to meet them and there's often an underlying question of dating/sex that hovers around awkwardly when sometimes what you want is just an absolutely no romo/no sex friendship. so while I did make a few queer friends eventually, I didn't have that same sort of community I did before I'd moved and I missed it
(I would be remiss in not saying that the queer friends i made in this time are all amazing and wonderful and some are still my close friends and very important to me. The thing I’m highlighting here was the lack of feeling like I was part of a larger queer community).
fast forward a bit. I get sick. like really really sick. I'm in and out of the ER, I'm missing tons of work, I'm mostly bed-ridden. I think after the last few years people can more easily appreciate how intensely lonely and surreal being stuck at home by yourself non stop can be when you're not used to it. sometime right before that I'd joined tumblr for the sole purpose of looking at cat pictures on my phone during boring meetings. I wasn't really aware that this was where fandom had migrated to (it was in fact possible to use tumblr without intersecting with fandom). but stuck home alone with time to kill I started looking for art and gifs of the tv and games I was consuming and stumbled into fandom tumblr and specifically queer femslash fandom.
I kind of poked around the territory and eventually fell into the carmilla fandom which became the first fandom I actually created content for. a few of my fics had a decent audience and while I was never part of the central core of the fandom I made some good friends there. some of y'all probably followed me back then. I eventually drifted away from carmilla for a lot of reasons I won't get into and stumbled right into poi. this would have been between seasons 4 and 5, late 2015-early 2016.
my health problems get more exciting and I end up in the hospital. I have vague memories of watching poi on my laptop in my hospital bed (vague because I was on a lot of morphine). I actually posted some fic while I was in the hospital (would have been the end of my carmilla run still).
and I get out of the hospital (early 2016) and am somewhat better but it's pretty clear that I'm going to have chronic health issues probably for the rest of my life. my social life, such as it was, was mostly dead, a lot of stuff I used to do for fun was much harder to manage. I'm still spending a ton of time at home (not even counting covid) and I have bad days where I feel terrible and can't do much. but I'll come back to that
I think most of us remember 2016. the year tv show runners fully embraced the bury your gays trope (and sometimes the fridging trope at the same time as a bonus!) and, by autostraddle's tally, 30 queer female characters in tv shows died. and then on top of that we had the actual real world tragedy of the pulse nightclub shootings. it was a massively depressing time all around for queer people
s5 of poi aired that year. I know people have different opinions on s5 of poi, and that's valid. I hated it. and I really intensely hated how it treated root and shaw. there aren't enough words to express how fucking angry I was after s5. or rather, there are 319,678 words.
I wrote a fic many of you may have read called sliding towards chaos that rewrote the entirety of poi from mid-s3 onwards. it got pretty popular lol. I put so much into writing it, too. it was basically a second full time job for me and a great way to take my mind off the fact I was still having health problems and all the crazy shit going on in the world (we had a presidential election in the US in 2016 :)))) it did not go well!)
i'm very proud of writing stc, and even if I think it isn't my strongest writing (which is good! improving over time is good!), it was what really connected me to a lot of other people in the fandom. I felt part of the fandom community in a way I hadn't with carmilla and it was an intensely queer community built around shared interests
one of the problems with finding queer friend groups out in the 'real world' is you're often gathering to meet based on the uniting factor of being queer, and your interests may vary greatly. fandom is amazing because it lets you find queer people who you share all these interests with and who you can bond with over them and collaborate with and that's just so so important. does fandom have a ton of issues and toxicity and bigotry? yes, absolutely. but it also has so much good to offer
through stc and later fics I became close friends with some really really cool people in the fandom (including my favorite writer and my favorite artist). these are people I'm still very close friends with. some of them I've hung out with offline and the ones I haven't are mostly because they live too far away. after years of not having my own queer circle of friends I have found one again and one I can usually participate in even with my health problems and that is such an important thing to me
on a creative front, the fic writing and the gif making I've done have both taught me an enormous amount and been a very positive part of my life. working collaboratively on comics has been one of the coolest things I've done. there is just so much good that came out of me seeing one shoot gif on tumblr dot com years ago and being like hmm looks gay I'm in
and in terms of the actual content of the show, I think a lot of the reason I was drawn to it (other than my lingering crush on fred from angel) was that root and shaw felt so uniquely and wonderfully queer in a way few f/f ships I'd seen had before. shaw being bi and reading as aro to me (I've talked about that here) and root being a chaotic computer nerd just felt so relatable to me and their relationship with each other made sense to me in a way that few others had. and the specific draw that they had for some fans probably has a lot to do with why I found friends in this fandom who I really clicked with
so yeah. I don't know how to sum this up. fandom can be a great way to find your people and engage your creativity and I think that's very sexy
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5: Strong Feelings
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It was a new day, and after your encounter yesterday with the man in charge, you were sort of on edge with everything.
“Hey there Eri. I heard you got new books to read.” Your hand reached to a box, opening it you found picture books along with fantasy chapter books. “Do you have a preference for any of these?”
She picked out the most colorful picture book. “You want to read the Paper Dragon?”
You picked up the book and looked at the cover. It was very colorful. She smiled widely, reaching out for the book with awe. “Okay!” You chuckled playfully sitting on her bed, she followed behind and brushed up against you.
You began reading, trying your best to make it entertaining, you even got one of the guards to laugh, a golden blonde haired man. You’ve never seen him until now, his eyes were a boost in mood, and you could tell he was smiling at certain moments.
The book was finished and Eri was way more excited about books, she jumped up but only fell on top of you as she laughed loudly.
“Ms, L/n, could you read another?”
“Why dont we do something better?”
Eri’s eyes lit up, wondering what could be better than a book. You stood up and went up to another box, you looked through to find one pair of child scissors and a bunch of colorful paper. You pulled out stacks and stacks and put them on the ground.
You waved eri over and pulled out a stack of papers. They were orgami papers with various colors. “We can make a paper dragon and hang it up on the ceiling” eri’s eyes brightened at the suggestion. “Oragami is one of the best things they teach you in school. Only because you can create anything out of paper by just folding.”
You divided the colors as quickly as you could before guiding eri through a talk. “Choose the colors and 12 pieces of paper.” She started picking out the colors, mostly being blues and purples, and everyone watched as she chose.
“Okay, and then now we are going to take the first piece.” You grabbed a random sheet of paper and sat on the ground across from her. You started to fold the paper and looked at eri to see if she followed. “And fold it... like that.” She did as she was told and smiled cheerfully while doing it.
Continuing, you explained and showed her every step. She followed delightfully. And the end result came to be two dragons long and proud. “And so now choose a color.” You offered the marker case and she randomly chose. It was purple. You picked out a black marker and picked up your dragon. “Draw a face.” You drew two little dots to signify eyes and a smile.
She did the same but instead had the tongue stick out. You both chuckled as you stood up, stretching. You looked at the clock on the side of her bed and sighed. “Looks like I need to go.” You groan and she followed with a sigh.
“Eri, I will be back tomorrow to hopefully do another fun activity. Maybe we’ll draw tomorrow.” Eri ran up and hugged, tightly gripping on your pants. She let go, but her stare seemed extra saddened. “See you tomorrow. Eat well.”
She nodded to that and you were escorted out. The man guiding you out had long golden hair. His mask fit snugly on his face, his green shirt adorned with a pinkish red tie.
You breathed softly as he guided you back to your room. “Does anyone ever talk?”
He looked at you, as if to smile. “Yeah, but usually to each other. Not really to the head.”
“The head... oh you mean Overhaul right?” He nodded in agreement. “What’s your name?”
“If you need to know, I’m Setsuno Toya.” He said it as if a weight was lifted off his shoulders. He was glad about the short lived conversation.
“Well, thank you Setsuno. Hopefully we can talk again.” He unlocked the doors with a bow, and you bowed again.
When entering you ripped off the mask and dropped it on your desk looking at the warm food displayed on the corner. It looked to be an American dish, specifically pizza. Toppings were placed on the side of the plate mostly meats.
You nodded to yourself and dug in, loving the warmth of the food. You closed your eyes enjoying the savory taste. It was a simple dish, and it tasted homemade. You wondered who made it and where, since you hadn’t smelled anyones cooking while with Eri.
You finished up, and looked around the desk, clothes laid out on the top and a new mask. You rolled your eyes feeling like a doll with all these clothes.
You rummaged through though, curious as to what they were. It was a blue short skirt, with black shorts, and a white button up blouse to match. It was as if it was made for a summer evening, or a date.
The thought made you chuckle as you threw them on the bed. To think you had a secret admirer was funny to also think about. The world built itself on soulmates, why would anyone play around with that.
The thought then hit you. “Fate... wouldn’t put me here right?” And you couldn’t play around with the thought of that because you couldn’t physically touch anyone.
Everyone had protection and you feel like you’d be killed if you were to touch someone. You tried to laugh the thought away but it lingered, and it scared you.
The clothes fit perfectly. Of course, and you felt good in it despite the earlier thoughts. You honestly thought you looked good in blue.
You enjoyed twirling around in it not being bothered to hear the door click open. You stopped twirling to feel good about yourself only to be met with the man in white.
Your face matched a shade of tomato as you went to try and hide yourself. You bowed to him apologizing silently. He simply bowed to you as well verbally apologizing for disrupting.
“I just came to get you for the meeting.”
You cleared your throat as you nodded. You grabbed the mask on the desk and threw it on still blushing embarrassingly. You walked out with him trying your best to slow your heart rate.
“Chrono right?” He nodded. “You’re like his right hand man, correct?”
“Yes, despite his demeanor he’s actually good.”
“I wasn’t doubting him, I was just going to ask... Why all this?”
Chrono looked at you not understanding the question. “Why this whole base? It seems eerie and too much.”
“Overhaul.” Chrono paused and thought about what to say. “He want’s to change the world. He wants an old image to come back.” Chrono nodded to his statement and continue guiding.
“So, it’s to better society... Correct?”
He nodded and that seemed to lift a burden from you somehow.
Chrono slowly opened the door and to welcome you was the same masked face you had seen last night. This time his tie was loosely around his neck, and he seemed more stressed than anything.
“Welcome Back!” Overhaul greeted you with open arms as he watched you sit. “Hopefully today wasn’t too overbearing.”
“No, of course not. Me and Eri simply read and did origami. Which I thank you for getting supplies for that.”
“So, I see you guys are getting along.” He adjusts his tie and looks off into the distance. “Do you have any other requests?”
Your eyes darted to his face immediately wondering what context. “To take care of Eri.” You were shaky now. Your head wanted to explode as you thought of other things to request that wasn’t for the benefit of Eri.
“Just supplies to draw with.” He nodded and looked at you pleasingly.
“And do you need anything? Specific things you had in your living quarters that you need here.”
You pondered. “If possible. A small library.” Your request seemed to peek his interest, and he simply chuckled.
“Very well.” His hand issued you away, and Chrono guided you out.
“Chrono. How can you tell when Overhaul likes someone?” It was a bold statement and you felt as if he wouldn’t answer properly.
“Don’t worry. He likes you just fine.” He gave you a genuine answer, making you think.
“Now, get some rest. And leave a note of all your favorite breakfast items under the door. Our ‘chef’ wants to make your stay here interesting and home-y.” He left with a nod.
You smiled, not a big smile, because what was there to smile about. You turned on the small lamp light on your desk and scanned your room feeling something off.
Flowers were on your nightstand. Not the ones from before but new ones. White roses. They filled the whole room with a beautiful scent.
You rushed to find another note under the vase, your hands feeling the hand writing. Beautiful cursive saying
‘You’re like a beautiful dove amongst a trash filled park. You stand out like a sore thumb. You please me without knowing it, and for that I keep you near.’
You couldn’t help but shiver as you read it. A smile wider than usual filled itself along your face.
“Beautiful.”
Someone is playing with the strings of fate, and falling for you evidently. You held the note close to your heart laughing loudly as you thought of who it could be.
Your heart fluttered as you thought of the man in white. He seemed to have more personality in this place than anyone else, and he’s seen you the most.
You giggle at the thought, and the thought of not even seeing his face filled you with mysterious happiness.
It was like being in grade school again...
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Last day of being 21.
Today marks the last day of being 21 years old. Tomorrow I turn 22 years old. If I were to rate my life, I would rate it a 9.5/10. If you're wondering why the 0.5 is missing, it's because I have not graduated from college yet, and my parents haven't experienced the life they deserve to experience, like bringing them to Europe to taste snow and enjoy the amazing architecture in Europe. In my 21 years of living, I have encountered so many people of different ages, races, whether it'd be online or in real life.
So what have I achieved in 21 years? Hmmm... Well for starters, I graduated high school, and I also attained a driving license. 10 years old Eunice would be so amazed by the 21 years old Eunice driving a car. Another thing I achieved in 21 years is finally accepting myself for who I am, and not sucking up to people just to be liked. I have also learned to be more sociable, adapting to different situations and learning to control what I say. This is a very important skill since I am a business student. It's essential for adult life.
In 21 years, I experienced love, heartbreaks, and grief. Aside from my Nanay and GatGat's departure, I also lost friends. In 21 years, I have learned that I can love anyone I like and love SHOULD BE a happy thing. One should live in the moment and forget about the worries I have about my future. Just like what my father said last night, "Enjoy mo lang yan", "Chill ka lang". Because of his words, I have learned to not push myself to the brink of jumping into a pool of unhappiness. So, I hope the older Eunice will be cooler about life just like my father and Sensei (who is my partner in games).
I spent being 21 indoors most of the time because of Covid-19 (sucks doesn't it?). But who would've known that I would be able to build a relationship with people I never imagined I'd vibe with. People like Erika Sindayen, Kelu, Blu, Jeyven and Ma'am. I have more online friends now, from places in the Philippines. Oh yeah, let's not forget the two Singaporean ladies I met on Walkie Talkie. They were a memorable bunch too, making my quarantine life less boring. KELU CUTE
Due to lockdowns, it got me thinking a lot about the past, like my childhood memories. Sometimes I get flashbacks of when I was younger, and what I always do after classes. Time does fly so fast. I am almost a full-fledged adult. A decade ago, I was playing at the playground with friends, playing ice and water during recess with Steven and the gang during Primary School. I also remember my best friend at that time, Alfaiz, because he was my seatmate. I am really curious how he looks like now, and what he does now. I wonder if he still remembers me. I also remember Adam my good friend whom he called me his friend, and I felt very honoured. It was probably because we sat beside each other during mother tongue class. The moments where I'd sing and dance with Mdm Suhanna my library teacher and Mr Ang the IT teacher. The good times...Then I became a teenager. The most angsty, bitchy moments of my life. But it was one of the best eras and I would love to relive those memories again. Playing basketball, studying in the library with friends, going home with my first boyfriend, our usual dates every Friday, the day my ex and I met up at Simei to eat pizza while I had a burning fever. Those were the days indeed...
The best mentor for this year goes to my Sensei, Kelu whom I've only known for seven months. He always tells me to not worry about the future, and focus on the present. We never know what lies ahead. And I agree.
I'll be 22 tomorrow. And I am very curious about what is in store for me. I only have one goal for now. That is to continue living the best life. Enjoying every moment I have left in this world (God knows when only he knows). I want to become a better me. And I also wish that this pandemic wouldn't ruin my 22nd year.
I think I will enjoy my 22nd year. We shall see what God has prepared for me this year. All the best future Eunice!
Love,
21 years 364 days Eunice Jasmine
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3 AM
Hey! So im new around here, and lately Ive been reading amelink fanfics, and I got inspired to start writing fanfics again after 2 years. My writing skills are reaaaallly rusty, so I dont know what this is, but I do hope you guys will enjoy it<3
Written in Maggie and Winston’s POV, set shortly after 17x06
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Maggie Pierce’s laughter broke the silence of the deathly stillness of the night in the city of Seattle. It was 3 am, so the streets outside of the house she shared with her sisters, was awfully quiet. Her boyfriend, Winston had just cracked a joke that made her burst into a laughing fit, cracking the serenity of the atmosphere.
“You’re going to wake up the entire neighborhood!”, Winston teased, trying to hold back his own laughter but to no avail. They came from the hotel Maggie was living at temporarily to get some stuff from her room. Since the pandemic was still showing no signs of slowing down, she might have to stay at the hotel longer than expected. She was not complaining though; since Winston’s unexpected arrival, nights in the hotel were not as lonely and depressing as before.
Maggie took in deep breaths to calm herself, and her laughter eventually ceased.
Grinning at her boyfriend, she led the way onto the pavement of Meredith’s house towards the front door. “We’ll be in and out. Don’t make any noise, or you’ll wake up the kids. Amelia will kill us.” Maggie whispered in a serious tone.
“Oh, so now you want to be quiet?”
Maggie rolled her eyes and lightly slapped his shoulder, feigning annoyance. “You’re the one who made me laugh.” She said as a matter-of-factly, earning a chuckle from Winston.
“Now hushhhh.” Maggie unlocked the door, turning the knob slowly, and carefully pushing the door open. The living room was dark, as expected. It was 3 am, so everyone must be asleep.
Or....not.
A familiar sound of soft giggles floated from the brightly illuminated kitchen. Maggie turned to look over her shoulder at Winston who was arching his eyebrows— a questioning look painted his face. He then frowned his brows and started sniffing the air. “Do you smell that babe?” Maggie took a long wisp of the air, closing her eyes slowly as a sweet-smelling aroma filled her nostrils.
“Is that chocolate?” she whispered, making her way towards the source of the good smell, Winston trailing behind.
Upon entering the kitchen, she gasped. “Since when do you guys bake??” Maggie exclaimed in shocked as the scene in the kitchen unfolded in front of her eyes.
Her sister, Amelia, clad in a yellow apron, with her shoulder-length hair tied up in a messy bun, was spooning what looked like a very creamy, fudge-y chocolate cake into her boyfriend’s mouth. They stood behind the kitchen island, of which the surface was heavily powdered white with flour, occupied with baking trays, milk cartons, pieces of chocolate bars, and several other baking tools Maggie has never seen anyone use in this house.
The couple paused their movements and turned to look at Maggie, whose face was in utter disbelief.
It would have been a rather funny sight, if not for the absurdity of the whole scenario, with the spoon of cake that Amelia was holding in Link’s mouth, their chocolate smudged faces, and their puzzled expressions from being interrupted by Maggie’s dramatic entrance.
“Um... hello to you too,” Amelia said amusingly as she turns her gaze back to Link and finished feeding him the bite of cake. She took a napkin and lightly dabbed away the chocolate smudges on the corners of his mouth, smiling gently up at him before facing Maggie once again.
“What are you doing here?” Amelia let out a small laugh.
“We came to get some stuff from Maggie’s room”, Winston, who had been silently watching the sisters’ comical exchange replied.
Amelia’s eyes snapped towards him in surprise. Her attention had been focused on Maggie that she hadn’t noticed his presence.
Noting her surprised look, Winston realized that this was the first time they met in person. He offered her a smile, placing his hand across his chest and bowed slightly, the new ‘handshake’ in the Covid era. “It’s nice to finally be able to meet the two of you in person.”
Amelia smiled back; a sheepish grin etched across her face. “Likewise.” Her eyes scanned him from top to bottom, making him feel a little self-conscious and awkward. When her eyes met his again, she let out a light chuckle. “Welppp, you’re way hotter in person. It’s a wonder how Maggie could do the whole long-distance thing. I could never.” Winston wasn’t sure whether to laugh or not, so he ended making eye contact with Link.
“It’s true.” Link nodded, swallowing the cake in his mouth. “Here, wanna try some cake?” Link nodded his head towards the cake in front of him. Winston couldn’t help but smile at the easy-going nature of Amelia and Link. Although he didn’t really know them yet, he could tell that they were very warm and light-hearted people.
“Did you guys really bake that yourselves?” Maggie asked, still curious as to how this baking session came about. She rounded the kitchen table, coming to stand in between Amelia and Link, and facing the perfectly round-shaped chocolate fudge cake. She bent down so her eyes were leveled with the top of the cake. “It’s perfect...” she muttered, examining the cake closely.
“Maggie, it that shocking that we can bake?” Amelia asked her sister, pursing her lips in mocked annoyance.
Maggie straightened herself, her eyes still on the cake which looked too good to be true. “I mean, kind of.... but only because you’ve never baked before.”
“It was an impulse decision. We thought of doing something fun and since Bailey’s birthday is coming soon, baking a cake seemed like a good idea.” Amelia explained. “Want some? It’s really good.”
“No thanks”, Maggie replied, shaking her head. “I’d love some but maybe later… when the sun is up. It’s 3 am, why are you guys even baking at this time?” she asked, looking from Amelia to Link.
“The kids are asleep, so we get to do what we want without their strong tiny arms dragging us away for something.” Link told her. “They’re monsters in disguise as cute little humans,” he muttered, before spooning another bite of the cake. Amelia just nodding in agreement.
Maggie moved from between them, rounding the table again to stand next to Winston, “Well then, shouldn’t you guys be getting some sleep?”
“What even is sleep?”, Amelia and Link said flatly together. They locked eyes, amused at their synchronized answer. A small chuckle coming from both sides.
She knew her nieces and nephew can be a lot, and on top of having to care for a new-born, Amelia and Link were sleep-deprived. And yet, they were baking, and laughing at the wee hours in the morning. A-dork-able. Maggie felt a small smile crept onto her face, as she observed how happy her sister was. If she knew Amelia at all, deep down her heart was aching for Meredith and maybe her mind was spiraling with constant fear and worry. And if that was really the case, it didn’t show. At least, not at this moment. All Maggie saw was her bright smile, and loving eyes as she looked up at Link.
With the way they were looking at each other, Maggie now felt like she and Winston were third-wheeling on them. Before they could start kissing or getting all gushy feelings, Maggie turned to Winston, motioning for Winston to follow her to the stairs. “Well, we’re heading upstairs. Enjoy the cake,” she called over her shoulder, but she was certain they weren’t listening to her anymore.
As they tiptoed up the stairs, Winston whispered into her ear, “They look happy.”
“Yeah...” Maggie whispered back, a wide grin slowly forming on her lips. Her mind wandered around, thinking of how happy Amelia was…
“Do you think we’ll ever get on their level?”, Winston’s playful voice interrupted her blissful thoughts.
“Nah, I don’t think so.” She teased.
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We went to horses today by ourselves. I ended up feeding them, because Anti just. Put out her own horse and didn’t do anything else? Okay. But I mean, like, I do like feeding horses, I just. Wonder what she’s doing and all.
We started putting out horses. It went pretty quickly, but there are three new horses: Lacey II, Bella II, and Whiskey. Bella II was like I REMEMBER YOU and immediately just buried her face in me and searched for treats. Whiskey was curious, and Lacey II did not want to be touched.
We ended up putting them in the paddock below Phil. Which. Was fine at first, a problem later.
But after we got all the horses out, I got Quattro and brushed him off. He was wet but not cold because it had rained a little, but not a lot this morning. Quattro did lots of running around, and did a small jump a few times: we had a high-energy morning and he did really good and seemed really happy to just have a chance to... run.
So that was really nice.
Brought him down and uh. Had to go help because Phil apparently broke through his fence. He beat up Lacey II quite a bit unfortunately, but we rescued her and got him into his stall, then moved the horses into his old paddock so they could be separated a little from the others and feel safer. When Lacey II came out after getting checked by Teacherlady she booted Whiskey twice in the chest, screamed, but calmed quickly down.
Things are always a mess.
Anti was not very helpful. For a person who wants to be involved in horses, she always has to run in to ask for help any time there’s something going on with said horses. Which, I guess to be fair is good: she knows her limits. But like, she’s been there for weeks now: she has to learn to actually handle the animals, or she’s not going to be able to help a whole lot, you know? She also went on a weird ramble about having a “special sense” to know when the horses were in danger and my face curled and I struggled not to yell at her. Because like... I romanticize horses, but stuff like that can get dangerous because you start believing you “know” when the horse is “really” in trouble and. That’s a very bad place to be. “Horses have feelings too!” is one thing, which is where I am. “I know what a horse is feeling” is completely different and a problem.
But. Yes.
I just want to make sure things are okay. Horses come first and foremost.
Also. Assistant Teacherlady had Covid. Gave Covid to her parents. One of whom ran right into Teacherlady’s kid last night.
Ugh. It’s all going to be a mess.
I just have to remind myself I can’t control the world. I can just help where I can, and control how I react to things.
That’s all you can do.
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Hello, I saw you talk about Cam and Noel's chemistry on your other blog and now I am curious to know your opinion about the acting in Druck. Who is the best actor/actress in your opinion and who has the best chemistry and why? Only if you feel like answering of course (maybe even divide in old gen and new gen?)
hey! sorry this took forever, i kept putting it off then got hit with a minor case of covid. anyways, if anyone is interested here is my post on cameron monaghan and noel fisher’s chemistry in shameless! ok, so to druck:
(just quickly prefacing with all my opinions are subjective but i’m an actor myself and i did go to drama school and get a degree in it! i just love talking about it but i don’t want anyone to think that i believe my word is final).
firstly, i’m not german so i can’t 100% speak accurately on dialogue work because truthfully i do spend a lot of my time reading subtitles. however, this can also be a great indicator of ‘good’ acting as if you can feel the emotion and understand the objective in the scene even without listening to the words or even having it on mute, then the actor is doing a good job.
honestly, i think all the mains so far have done a really, really good job. i think they’ve all been cast incredibly well and bring something new each season. if i wanted to make this longer, i could definitely talk individually about why i like each main actor and why – but this is already going to be long lol. personally, my favourite actors on the show so far are michi fortuzzi and mina-giselle rüffer. imo, the cast on a whole are all pretty talented – the old gen in particular i think had opportunities to showcase their talent (though i would’ve loved to have seen more moments from jobel, louis and arda – sam season 7 anyone?) and i’m really looking forward to seeing more seasons from the new generation. i’ve loved everything so far.
michi’s work in matteo’s season felt incredibly personal and intimate – i believed every single thing he was going through and felt immensely for him. it was the first season of skam that i truly felt i could relate to. for me, i really felt the risk in michi’s work – matteo was terrified but michi didn’t overplay that fear. his work was subtle but there was truth throughout. michi’s work with lukas was great and the two of them had a lot of chemistry as matteo and david – they way they bounce off of each other in this clip (yes it’s the i love you) rips me to shreds. you can feel the desperation from the both of them and it almost feels like as an audience member you shouldn’t be watching because it feels so personal. it was great to see them work together on the social media extras through the heavy insta content we got during the summer, it really sold their relationship to me. i also think lilly and anselm had great chemistry.
mina had such a hard job of being the first new gen main but i was utterly blown away by the way she handled her material in nora’s season. druck does a really good job with the pov work in general, but it was completely heightened by the truth mina brought to nora’s struggles. her work felt so honest – it wasn’t like she was pushing to show us nora’s mental state or pretending, but that she was living truthfully in those circumstances. this was a really great and devastating clip of hers. i was really, really impressed and she shot up my list of my favourite skam actors overall. i think the cash queens have great chemistry as a friendship group – i do genuinely believe that they love one another and i love seeing the girls work together.
i’m really enjoying fatou’s season – i’m a little behind but i’m managing to keep up mainly and i’m very intrigued to see where her relationship with kieu my takes us. sira-anna faal is giving us a wonderful season right now with her work as fatou and i think they have really great potential as scene partners. i have faith that druck is going to give us some scenes that really showcase the actresses talents.
thanks for the question! i’m sorry it’s not super in depth but i had to reign myself in a little because i started writing paragraphs on why i loved tua, lilly, anselm’s... etc work but it got a lil out of hand.
<3
#druck#i am so sorry this took so long#also it feels like a crap answer lol#but rewatching clips really made me miss the old gen#like tua has such wonderful emotional depth#leanora grew so much as an actress from s1-4 and even more so into 5#lilly and milena break my heart#anyways don't get me wrong i do love the kids now#but i was so so attached to them
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4/10/2021
(( Brace yourselves for a long post. 👁 ))
I’m not sure if I gave any more context of this event either, but, last week, I and around 1-2 people from each section were invited by the directors to go help out with something in preparation for next year.
To summarize it briefly, the incoming band students would be trying out some instruments today. Due to COVID restrictions, they couldn’t play the instrument (much) and actually try it out like the usual process. The older band kids given the option to volunteer were going to be the lead examples of what an instrument sounds like.
This means they’d play for people who were interested in hearing them/trying out our instrument. In addition, we also helped make sure the crowd was settled in nicely when we weren’t occupied with said playing.
Of course, I agreed to come right away. Who would turn down a chance to hang out around their TC (ahem, and the band 😳) for a little while?
People could choose to be there for around half of the event— three hours and thirty minutes, give or take— or remain there throughout the full seven-hour duration of work.
I think you know what I’m going to say now, right? Yeah. I chose to stay and pitch in for the whole time. Needless to say, I’m pretty worn out from it all.
(Believe it or not, I practically passed out right after I wrote the previous sentence. Haha, whoops. Hello from the next day!)
Anywho, with all of the background information out of the way, let’s move on to the actual event!!
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I arrived pretty early and assisted the band directors with their setup in the school’s cafeteria. W and I didn’t talk or make eye contact very much, but that was because we were scrambling to get things like the instruments, hand sanitizer stations, music stands, etcetera prepared.
I noticed that M’s wife and daughter, who’s in my band, were here to help all day as well. It was nice to coexist and talk a little with those who M loves and adores.
From what I remember, the first time W spoke within earshot of me was when everyone was given the incentive to warm up on their instruments in the band hall.
He made a stupid joke that I don’t quite remember, but I and some others found it pretty funny. As always, he never failed to lift the room’s spirits, or at the very least my own. If what he said wasn’t enough to keep me going, the smile on his face before he left was adorable as well.
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Fast forward to some time later, when I was mingling with other band kids. I thought it’d be fun to join in the frenzy of various pieces being played simultaneously, but I didn’t want to move away from the group to sit down. I thought it would be pretty awkward.
After being sure I wasn’t going to cause any major damage to myself or my instrument, I challenged myself to attempt playing some music on my concert tuba while standing up. I didn’t do this often, so I thought it’d be a fun time to try.
Why am I bringing this up? Well, just as I lifted the tuba upwards, I noticed something in the eastern corner of my gaze; A pair of eyes I knew all too well were already placed on me before I had even begun getting set. My gaze flickered in the observer’s direction for less than a second.
To my surprise, since nobody was talking to him, W decided to focus on me. He was leaning forward on the table he was sat at, with his chin cupped comfortably by his right hand. He watched me with pure curiosity and interest.
I did my best not to look at him outside of my peripheral vision after that to avoid potentially interrupting his thoughts. I also didn’t want to mess up whatever music I had out either since he was listening in on it.
He observed me with this same look on his face until he shot up in his seat and looked forward. I assume there was a person who was approaching him.
Can’t help but wonder why he decided to look at me...and how long he would have been tuning into my mediocre tuba skills if someone hadn’t walked over.
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A student was interested in hearing me play the tuba, so I did just that. I believe I played around 6-8 measures of my solo. Despite some minor blips due to a sticking valve, I guess I did pretty decent.
I smiled sheepishly and set my tuba down after my mini performance. A subtle applause rose from the kid’s family, accompanied by a louder clapping to the right of me, which I didn’t quite acknowledge until a voice spoke up.
“Thanks Dad!!” W spoke in a slightly condescending tone while grinning from ear to ear. The sound of his loud voice startled me and I zipped my head over to him. “Wha(ha)t?” I spoke in between some surprised chuckles.
“Your Dad’s clapping...like—” He mimicked a very enthusiastic and very expressive clap for a moment before slapping his knees, leaning forward, and letting out one of his signature loud, giggly laughs. I looked at my father and we laughed along with W for a few seconds more.
After writing this, I’m just now realizing that W must have been paying pretty good attention to me and the situation I was in. I would have never noticed this if he hadn’t spoke up. Wow, haha, that’s pretty cool! (My father decided a volunteer here for a little while in case some people were curious. ^^)
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Not as much people wanted to hear the tuba as I thought, so I had some free time on my hands. We were told that we could no longer play out of turn since we were being too loud, so I decided to try to talk to W a little bit while I still could. I watched as he wished the last person currently in line a good day, then I began to walk over to him. As I made my way closer, he lifted his head pretty quickly, and his concentration locked on me. Judging by his serious expression, he may have thought I had an important question to ask him. That threw me off a little bit, and I got nervous.
“What’s up?” He asked.
“Uh,” I started, “How‘s the thing going?” By ‘the thing’, I was referring to his job of checking people out of the school. I internally facepalmed at my phrasing.
“Good!” He turned to his computer and hesitated. “Actually, I have a favor to ask you..” I watched as he slouched down a little bit on the desk before popping back up to look at me.
W asked me if I could go ahead and get the directors’ lunch out before the kids got theirs, just in case it all ran out quickly. He then counted the directors for me and forgot to include himself, which we laughed together at after I pointed it out. I went to go grab the packages after the conversation ended.
The whole way to the band hall, where everything was located, I swam through my thoughts. I was grateful that he thought I was good enough to be trusted with keeping track of who got what, food-wise. I’m glad I could help him with that.
After a bit of explaining to some of the students why I was handling the food before lunch and taking multiple portions of it, I was off and giving everything out to the directors. M’s wife already went to get her own food somehow, and she seemed a little bit agitated when I asked if she already got her stuff.
I mean, I’d be pretty mad if someone interrupting my blissful munching moments too, so no shame there. I wonder if M messes with her while she eats sometimes. It seems like something he may do when he’s bored. Haha.
Anyway, I approached W with his stuff, but he was talking to someone, so I slowly came to a stop and just....stood there. Luckily, the guy mentioned I had W’s food, so he looked over. “Thanks R,” he smiled. “Is that all?” He looked at what remained in the bag. “Yep.” I told him that M’s wife had already gotten her stuff beforehand, and he nodded.
After I handed the items to him, he thanked me again. I acknowledged his thanks with a smile before letting him continue talking. A few minutes later, he began to eat.
Can I just point out that the way he eats is so...amusing? It’s like he pays no attention to those around him, instead focusing on engulfing the food in front of him with huge bites at a time. He leaves a mess too while doing this sometimes.
While he’s nomming the stuff down, he uses that time to scan the room with curious eyes. I assume it’s to see if anyone was looking at his Jurassic munching techniques.
Call me weird, but it was all so cute in a way. I had a very tough time directing my eyes off of him at first, but I forced myself to. He was looking near my direction anyway, and I didn’t want him to be like ‘??? R, why are you watching me eat?’. 😳 so yeah
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About an hour or so after this lunch incident, I was talking to M’s daughter and someone else. We were chatting casually about something related to our instruments. I just started getting into the conversation when I heard a loud voice call out my name.
“R.” W called from behind me. I perked up, shocked, and stopped talking as soon as his voice rang in my ears. The two people I was speaking to looked in his direction and I followed suit with their action, twisting my body backwards as quick as possible. “Come here.”
He stood there very still, facing me with a serious expression, and I was quite intimidated by this. There was nobody inside a 7-foot radius of him, which further intensified the situation for me. Within another heartbeat, butterflies were swirling in my stomach. I turned back to the two girls and apologized before walking over to see what was up.
I stopped just shy of an arm’s length away from him and met his strong gaze with a face that silently urged him to go on. “I’m going to go to the restroom,” he told me, dipping his upper torso and head down to make his look appear more firm. I responded by lifting my chin up and looking down at him with the same amount of seriousness.
“I need you to stay here and watch. If anyone comes, tell them to wait for me, okay?” He had a hint of a pleading tone in his voice that I couldn’t ignore. “Got it.” I told him. “Sorry!!” He exclaimed in a high-pitched whisper to me as he ran off to the other room. “Not a problem!” I yelled back.
I watched him dash out of the cafeteria doors and halt to a walking pace while he exchanged a couple words with the check-in volunteers. I stopped watching him when he began to walk towards the males’ bathroom again.
I was, again, honored that W trusted me enough to handle something like that. Even if it was a small task like the one he asked from me earlier on, he could have had anyone else do it, but he decided I was reliable enough to. I thought that was pretty cool.
Anyway, I stood there for a bit and noticed a phone faced down on the table. I assumed immediately that it was his, and I observed its beautiful casing. It was decorated with a light gray and white array of lines that sort of gave me a forest vibe.
I never expected something as toned down and serene as this was from him, especially with his crazy energetic attitude I know him from, but it was a very nice sight. I didn’t stare at his phone any further in case anyone thought I was going to snoop or something weird like that.
A family came up and I told them that W would be back in a bit. We chatted for a little while about some band-related stuff until W speed-walked back in. I ended our conversation abruptly before looking at him.
“Thank you so much for your help, R.” He told me sincerely while I stepped out of his way. I didn’t pay attention in the moment to how close we were, but it was definitely very close, somehow still barely avoiding contact. “Sure!” I beamed joyously as my gaze lingered.
“Your phone was going off for twenty minutes,” he told me before he sat back down in his chair. My face widened. “I was??” I paused. “I mean, it was??” He didn’t respond to my slightly panicking tone. Instead, he sat still where he was silently, staring at the person I was just talking to.
“Sorry,” I lightly apologized before heading back to where I had my stuff set up. I checked my notifications didn’t see anything new, so I was pretty confused. Maybe he was trying to get me to go away or something, hence the effort on his face to not respond. 😳
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The last thing here was just me wishing him a good weekend, and him saying “thank you for helping“, with me thanking him back afterwards.
Overall, this day was great. My arms are so sore from hauling the extra instrument cases around(the tuba cases for newcomers are unbelievably heavier than my current one), but the moments I shared with W and the band made it so worth it. ^^
Hope everyone’s having a great weekend and staying safe.
#W#M#(sorta)#teacher crush#teacher crush community#tc community#tc#tcc#tc blog#tcc blog#teacher crush blog#teacher love#tc ramblings#tc story#teacher x student#male teacher x female student#personal#You’re so pretty#I’m so glad you can trust me#I love you lots#❤️
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9-1-1 4x01 random thoughts:
obviously there are spoilers under cut,for this and possibly future episodes so enter at your own risk.
* This show is like an excellent disaster movie but on a smaller scale-as a fan of all disaster movies ever I enjoyed the dam break way too much.And then there was the whole bus crash thing?NICE.And now there is a mudslide taking out the Hollywood sign?CAN IT BE NEXT WEEK ALREADY lol
* On a more serious note:brave Athena,who is still terrified of being out there is now trapped in that house?!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHH.Bobby almost getting blown up and giving me and Buck a small heart attack?AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.
* May the dispatcher: makes sense to take a gap year during the pandemic.Also from what I remember Athena and Michael weren't ecrazy happy about May's bf taking a gap year,so I am not expecting them to be thrilled about May doing it too and working a hella stressful job. Another thing that makes sense-Harry staying with Michael,if Michael works from home and can take care of him. Athena did say Harry went to live with his dad after quarantine right? Anyways way to go Michael scoring a hot doctor bf and already living with him!Thumbs up,seriously.
* Living arrangements.You know what I NEVER expected? Is for Maddie to live wih Albert.Like anything else wouldn't surprise me at all-but Chim bunking with Buck while Maddie lives with Albert? That was unexpected af. From spoilers we know that Chim has some kind of communication problems with Maddie and has no idea how to talk to her or something,so I am sure we will get more about that later and at some point he and Maddie will reunite.Other than that? Mango Han-Buckley is a good name for a kid lol
* Buck's mystery woman/covid crush-meh.'It's not like that with us' 'She is just a woman you talk to for hours at time'...I am sure its gonna be a big reveal but I am def not thinking about a girlfriend. Why all the secrecy? I mean I can def understand having an online crush/fckbuddy/friend with benefits you won't tell your friends about-but I highly doubt this is about sex or anything romantic.So I am very curious and fandom's therapist theory absolutely makes sense to me. But maybe just a support buddy? Tho therapist more likely.
* "Eddie and Hen went back to their kids months ago.You're the only one still going all World War Z." - are you saying that Eddie and Hen an d Chim all lived together with Buck during the first wave/quarantine? Because if you do I need flashbacks from that!!!! Also barely any Hen or Eddie in this episode and that's meh too.
* Let me talk about Eddie for a minute or two-HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL?!!!! I dunno about you ppl but for months I was wondering how he is gonna look like in S4 because Eddie changed his looks a few times by now and its an important issue when you're me ok? Also they treated Eddie/Ryan like he doesn't exist so we barely got any pics and finally we got to see him in all glory and he is BEAUTIFUL.And I was just sitting there,staring at him with hearts in my eyes...you know for these few short scenes he was in?I need more Eddie next time please.I very much enjoyed him being pretty and a competent badass firefighter,but I just need more!
* I believe that the reason we didn't get enough Hen or Eddie is because there was more focus on Athena and Maddie,but during next episodes we'll def get more of them since 911 will get divided and hopefully we’ll get more info about their quarantine situations away from kids. And of course we know that Hen Eddie and Buck go to Texas soon so we'll get more of them later.
* buddie-two lovely scenes and I just really love watching them work together?They're an excellent team and also I have a competence kink so.....;P
* covid stuff-I think they handled it very well and wrote Janell's backstory perfectly to showcase how horrid pandemic was/is but in few short scenes.I am glad they set S4 in September,we already lived through the scariest times and were indeed getting used to new abnormal. Some of us were already dealing with second wave and another lockdown so it kinda feels like the right time.
Anyways good solid episode now gimme 402 asap I am ready :D
#i finally watched the episode#it was torture waiting all day for it too#def reminded me of black sails s4 times when i had to wait all day#while everyone were losing their minds lol#but its cool this is fun#so here be just a few random observations nothing serious#911#911 spoilers
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1. What's the artist(s) you like you think should be way more popular than they are? 2. A Rush of Blood or Viva? 3. What show from the past by your favorite artist(s) that you wish you'd been to?
Ow thank you so much for your lovely questions, Anna!
1. Hmm... I think Half Moon Run should be more popular. The amount of talent in this band is astronomical. They all play multiple instruments and even have a drummer who drums AND plays keys at the same time, like how? Also, not only are their melodies and lyrics wonderful, but their live shows are mindblowing. I had the pleasure to see them at Rough Trade in London and at a gig in Manchester (Nov 2019). One of the best gigs I’ve been to. If you are curious, check out this live session.
2. Definitely Viva (assuming we are talking about album/era). To me, Viva is the most iconic Coldplay album. It has its own magic, and although it made them very popular, it has this darkness to it and also a lot of experimental influences (Brian Eno, I am begging you to come back). It sparks the imagination for me. The first time I watched Coldplay live was Lost! and Viva from the concert in Tokyo 2009. Also, I met one of my best friends because she drew fanart inspired by Viva era - Coldplay as some renaissance/medieval/fantasy adventurers. Thinking about this era is bittersweet to me, because I never got to experience it as it happened (I was still a kid and didn’t know them at all) and I wish I had a time machine to travel back and experience it.
3. Oh gosh, there are so many iconic concerts, it is impossible to pick one... Let’s try picking a few. Hmm...
Any good viva show, preferably where they played something rare. I’d love to hear them play Yes live (like they did in Philadelphia and Toronto in 2008).
A ghost stories show - maybe Casino de Paris. I absolutely love the version of Green Eyes they played there. Also I would just die of the beauty and awesomeness in that era. I was such a fan back then, but sadly still in school and unable to travel to any concerts...
Foals at Alexandra Palace 2019. I lived 15 min walk from Alexandra Palace last year and whenever I passed by, I imagined how wonderful it must have been to attend this concert. And since I was “robbed” two Foals shows in London due to Covid, I cannot find any peace with this band lol. ALSO give me a time machine to attend their 2019 concert in Kyiv, so that I can die peacefully.
So sorry this answer is turning out very long because like everyone I thirst for live music lol. To name sth else except Coldplay and Foals for a change:
Mark Owen at the Islington Academy 2005,
Any Take that concert during Circus, Progress or III era,
Aurora’s Haik concert in the forest.
Thanks again for your questions! I enjoyed answering them <3
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