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batty-writes · 3 years

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New Beginning

Status: One shot!

Main pairings: Barry Allen/Oliver Queen Minor pairings: Barry Allen & William Clayton Summary: Barry searches for his family after Crisis, but he finds much more.

Word Count: 2,220

Warnings: Crisis spoilers kind of.

Can be read on AO3 or under the cut.

The last thing Barry remembered was holding Oliver’s head up, Sara by his side as a new world was born. He didn’t know why he woke up in the crime lab. He immediately grabbed the nearest piece of paper and read it several times. Then his computer, he started flipping through files. Everything stayed the same. He looked down at his hands, counting his fingers. Ten. Okay. This was not a dream, he was really in CCPD, or at least what looked like it. He sighed and started to internally ask himself where he was. His first thought was his family. Iris, Wally, Joe, William. He needed to know where they were William and Jenna were. He didn’t want to have been involved in erasing anymore kids. He stood, and started to move downstairs. Unaware of where he was going to start. He ran to his loft, but it was empty. There was nothing, no furniture or anything. As he was running, he was forced to confront the fact that Oliver was dead, and he was dealing with that in his usually way; running. No matter what problems there were, there was always another problem to run to, a problem he could fix. So, he needed to know where his family was. He fell to his knees in the empty loft. Where was his home on this reality? What was happening ? “Barry!” he looked up through the large windows and saw Kara Danvers and J’onn J’onzz. Thank god he thought. After Kara explained what they had discovered, Barry decided he needed to find his family and make sure they were safe.

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When Barry rushed through the doors at the West house, he started calling names. “Joe? Iris?” he marched through the house. No matter what timeline or earth he’d explored the West house was the same. He was greeted by Eddie Thawne. He popped his head out of the kitchen with a grin. “Hey, Barry! Are you here to see Iris? She just went out.” Barry reached out and clapped Eddie on the shoulder, to make sure he was real and not part of the speed force, but played if off as a friendly greeting. “Eddie! I was looking for you and Iris. Where is she?” It wasn’t exactly a lie, not by any means. Eddie was his family, he just … wasn’t aware that Eddie was a family member he should be looking for.

Eddie crossed his arms, seeming to not believe that. “She’s at your house. She said she was specifically craving Oliver’s cooking.” Barry stared at him. “Which one?” he tried to laugh it off slightly with a joke. Eddie crossed his arms. “What happened in 2014 that prompted me to punch Barry in the face?” He asked seriously. “I … tried to get Iris to be with me.” he coughed awkwardly, hoping that was the last identity conforming questions. “Listen, Eddie, it’s me, some stuff just happened. It’s very important that I make sure Jenna and everyone is safe. We-- we lost someone in this crisis.” He needed Eddie to know how dire the situation was.

“Barry … I’m so sorry.” he squeezed Barry’s arm sympathetically but he also could tell the current situation was urgent. “Joe and Cecile moved up north with Wally a few months ago. They’re all there with Jenna. You should check home for everyone else. Your old childhood home.”

Barry nodded. “Thank you.” and he was gone before Eddie could fully process the words.

When Barry arrived at home, he didn’t waste any time. He rushed in through the front door. Stopping only to look around, when he saw William in the living room, he got to him with the aid of the speed force. He hadn’t the slightest idea why William was in his living room, but he would take over him having been somehow harmed or erased in the crisis.

Barry lowered himself closer to William’s height in relief, letting out the breath he’d been holding. “Are you okay?” He started to fuss over him, looking for injuries before looking at his face. “Will, are you hurt?” he was looking him in the face now. Willaim wrinkled his nose. “I’m fine, Papa, gosh. You always get so worried.” he rolled his eyes.

Papa . Barry stopped for a moment. He and Oliver had always been … but he wasn’t this involved with Oliver when everything happened. Not that be didn't welcome it, he did have a good relationship with Wiliam. He adored him.

He wasn’t sure how this would have changed. He hugged William tightly, kissing the top of his head. “Yeah … I’m sorry. Some stuff happened today, and I was scared that you were caught up in it.”

“Dad!” William called. “Papa took out a big bad today!”

Iris and Oliver appeared in the doorway to the kitchen. “Why didn’t you call me?” he had a hot pan in his hand, which he quickly realised and moved back to put it back on the stove. Barry slowly let go of William and crossed the house into the kitchen. He hugged Iris, who was significantly pregnant. “Congratulations again. Can I talk to my -- can I talk to Oliver for a moment?” he swallowed thickly.

To Iris, Barry looked like someone died, she made a face at his congratulations , but let it roll off given the circumstances. She kissed him on the cheek. “Yeah, Barr,” she said softly and stepped out of the room. Barry could hear her talking to William in the other room, but was unable to make out what they were saying. Barry stared at Oliver for a few seconds. “Ollie,” his voice was soft, “We’re married?” he expected Oliver to remember the crisis, as he and Kara, and J’onn had, but apparently he did not. “Barry, what happened to you today?” his voice was serious. In the same way he always said I’m here for you over the years. He turned off the stove, and put an arm around Barry. Something washed over Barry then; a sense of safety. It was like, maybe this all really was over. Maybe Oliver had created the world, and gotten to live in it. He finds himself pressing into Ollie. “You don’t remember it at all?” he whispered. “None of it?”

Oliver’s touch shifted and his other arm wrapped around him when Barry started to feel heavier against him. “Hey, what should I remember? What happened?”

Barry remembered their final moments face to face so clearly, the brief time they had alone spent much like this; holding each other. Even with Oliver in his new Spetre form, he was solid enough for Barry to hold him.

He��d insisted they would make it out if they worked together like they always had. Oliver wasn’t so sure. Then, even though they knew they didn’t have time for regrets, but they expressed those anyway.

“You were dead. Dig tried to get your soul from purgatory but you wouldn’t go, then you … became something else, but still you.” Barry pressed his face against Oliver’s neck, confronted his familiar scent, he began to settle more. Though it seemed to be. When Oliver was Spectre, it was different and he felt different to Barry … this was all Oliver. This is what Oliver Queen felt like under his touch, and how he smelled, it was his voice. So maybe in the birth of the new earth, Oliver really had been untouched by the crisis in the other universe, or whatever they would have to refer to this as. “I think you know by now that I don’t give up that easy.”

The tears crashed through then. “It was so bad, Ollie, all the earths died. There isn’t a multiverse anymore. We don’t know who’s dead, or who’s just forgotten.”

“There was … a multiverse?” Oliver was silent after that, just holding Barry close to him. Barry was sure that Oliver was imagining what Barry and the other heroes had been going through in the current crisis. Barry nodded slowly. “Yeah.” his eyes fell closed for a second before he pulled out of Oliver’s arms. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening now, what they would face in the future, but they could face it together. Oliver let Barry pull away but was watching him with concern. “Okay,” he said softly. “We’ll figure this out. We always do.” “Tell me about when we got married.” Barry just wanted to breathe for a second. J’onn would be there soon to fill Iris in he was sure, and then he would realise Oliver didn’t remember. “Please.”

Barry allowed Oliver to comfort him for the moment, gently rubbing his arms. “Okay, Barry.” His voice was soft. “We got married in twenty-seventeen.” He kissed Barry’s temple, gently. “Do you want me to get the pictures?” “There’s pictures?” he knew first hand that proper weddings were few and far between in this super-life, so the fact that they had a wedding photo surprised him. Oliver smiled a little, his eyes crinkling around the edges. “Yeah, hold on.” he headed out of the room, returning in a few seconds with a framed photo. It wasn’t exactly what Barry imagine when Oliver said a wedding picture … but it was perfect. The photo was a bit of a wide shot, Ray standing between them. William was standing with Oliver, and Iris with Barry. Barry was in his Flash suit, and Oliver still wore his own. There were other members of the teams in the photo as well. “I take it, we just took the chance?” Barry offered with a small laugh. “Yeah, we were cooped up on the ship after a mission shortly after I got custody of William.” He watched as Barry looked at the photo one more time before he set it on the counter and pulled Oliver into a soft kiss. “Why weren’t we married in the other earth?” he seemed hesitant about asking. Barry sighed and pulled back. “Because,” he crossed his arms. “We were idiots.” “Care to elaborate?” Oliver pressed, a small smile playing on his lips. Barry stared at the floor for a moment, trying to figure out how to explain their situation. “I loved you, and you loved me.” he figured he would have to say that much. “Everyone knew, William knew, hell I’m pretty sure Gideon knew and she’s an AI. We were … kind of together but we didn’t get our heads out of our asses until we were drugged by Team Flash and locked in a cell together. At one point during all that, you said if we survived you would marry me but ...” Tears welled up in Barry’s eyes again as he was hit with everything. “Then you died fighting in this crisis. I didn’t know I would get to come home to you, Ollie.”

“I’m sorry I don’t remember, but we’ll face whatever comes next together, like we always have.” you he paused for a moment. “Wait, so you don’t know about the girls?”

“The girls?” Barry was turned around by both of Oliver’s strong hands.

Oliver pointed to the sonograms on the fridge, over his shoulder. “Nora and Mia Allen. You broke me down, and Iris was more than happy to be our surrogate.” “How did I do that?” Barry touched the hand on his shoulder

Oliver kissed the back of Barry's head. "You sent me Flash onesies and I cried." It was obvious that Oliver was half joking, but Barry felt … better about the reality ahead.

A voice broke apart their moment. “I see you’ve located Oliver.” J’onn stood in the doorway. He was wearing his human face, most likely in worry of making Iris and William feel ill at ease, or someone being in the house that didn’t know just how different their friends were.

“Yeah.” Barry shook his head, trying to recover from the information overload. At least it was good. There was a home here, with Oliver, where he was alive. “Oliver doesn’t remember the crisis though.”

J’onn stepped forward. “I’ll give him your memories of the crisis.”

“Wait.” Barry moved in front of Oliver. “Maybe he doesn’t need to remember you know … dying.”

Oliver squeezed Barry’s shoulder. “No, it’s okay. Show me.” his voice level.

J’onn carefully pressed two fingers to Oliver’s temple. A light shone through and Oliver winced. His hand gripped Barry’s shoulder in a different way and he was leaning heavily on Barry now. J’onn couldn’t pick and choose what he gave him, so Oliver was being overloaded with all of Barry’s memories of Oliver, not just the crisis. All at once, in one split second. He inhaled sharply and nodded. “Okay, so what’s the next step?” he asked seriously, already in fight mode. Just like Oliver. “We should touch base,” J’onn started. “There is a lot to discuss now that we all seem to be of the same earth …” he reached out and touched both their heads. “but for now, we should all rest.”

Barry was flooded with the missing pieces from this new world from Oliver. Some were good, and some were bad, some were worse, but they were there, and this world was theirs and Barry loved every piece of it. He was ready to move forward and continue fighting by Oliver’s side for as long as they could.

#olivarry #barry allen/oliver queen #barry allen x oliver queen #oliver queen/barry allen #oliver queen x barry allen

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hidelaney · 4 years

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Del darling!

So I’ve been digging like Sherlock Holmes incarnate and I just hit a jackpot.

Here’s my fantastical theory.

1D was, in part, an exploitation of wide-eyed young musicians. It always happened, and not to just boybands either. God knows how hard your Queen Taylor has been advocating and fighting for changes.

Zayn barely got away intact. His whole cultural identity had gotten erased and whitewashed since Day 1. Dropping out mid-World Tour was unprofessional, yes. But what else could you do when your contract assigned your profession as a full-time performing slave and half-time rejected musician? How else could you start to save yourself from mentally drowning when you never have time?

Louis, oh my god, this boy was simultaneously buried alive and strung up as a scarecrow. I can’t believe I bought into the messiest part of the print!Louis narrative for even a minute. It broke my heart that he can’t let himself feel less bitter about Zayn leaving just yet. Understandably, it was supposed to be them against the world. And it’s incredibly difficult, nigh impossible, to keep resentment from spilling over when Zayn leaving seemed like a fatal catalyst for every horrific thing that came after. But both Louis and Zayn have been hurting for so long. They deserve their best friends back. It’s the label cruel machine, and existing political climate that allows it to work, that created the perfect storm for a painful fallout. That’s where to lay the blame. I’m praying for the day truth comes to light and these two estranged BFFs can work it out.

Niall is undeniably the glue that holds OT5 together no matter what anybody else says. It’s obvious he adores all his boys and they all adore him right back. The support from him toward HL relationship has always been overwhelmingly present, apparent, and abundantly clear. He essentially captains the ship for god’s sake. It is, however, also worth noticing that the only person in the band with non-problematic media representation is a straight white male.

Liam is arguably another straight white man in the band with relatively non-problematic media representation. But Liam isn’t a very smart cookie sometimes. His words had came across as problematic primers to be ridiculed on several occasions. However, it’s also clear as days that Niall and Louis would never trade Liam for anyone else. Zayn never badmouthed Liam and neither Liam did him after he left. He jumped in to rescue Harry from uncomfortable interview questions about his relationship time and time again. All these speak volume of Liam’s character to me, even if I could rarely understand, as quoted from Yours Truly, ‘What is going on in this kid’s brain?’

Harry had seemingly been distancing himself from other boys since before hiatus. But the disquieting absence of interaction would afford them all plausible deniability. Back then, nobody could’ve known for certain if there’d be more support than backlash after Harry basically came out with the now-iconic ‘Not that important’ and ‘Hey, don’t knock it til you’ve tried it.’ I bet he planned it just so if the axe were to fall, his own neck would be the only one on the executioner’s block. But we all knew who ended up getting crucified instead. (Read: Louis) Since then, Harry’s been going out there flaunting against every stereotype he was once painted to be. Always pushing the boundaries further. Pushing hard just far enough to get away with it. Always shine through all the superimposed rules and regulators. It’s brilliant how unafraid he has become.

Not everyone, even given the same rock solid support, could do what Harry is doing now. He is so, so, brave. Everyone who loves him is so, so, proud. But credit where credit is due. I’ll never forget Louis saying, ‘Painted nails make Harry beautiful.’ I’ll keep holding onto my appreciation for the time Zayn defended Harry when an interviewer called him a womanizer, telling him ‘I know the real you.’ I’ll be forever grateful to Niall for assigning himself as a Larry Stylinson spokesperson so very early on. I’ll always remember Liam’s fond laugh at Louis’ charmed whisper of ‘I love him’ and Louis’ unbelievably happy and smitten expression at his own ‘I can’t help it.’ (The way both their smiles dropped right off immediately after glancing at the same spot off camera is another heartbreak all on its own.)

I’ll never forget that Louis William Tomlinson believed in Harry Edward Styles from the very start. Neither will I forget Harry devoting ‘Night Changes’ to Louis during 2014 AMA and on Graham Norton Show with Sir Ian McKellen so that everyone who cares to see would see.

Real eyes realize real lies.

Ridiculously entertaining riddles as means of communication are necessities. The greedy and problematic psychopaths on top of the label food chain know exactly how convoluted their plot to keep musicians under their thumbs is. So much so that they wield each Non-Disclosure Agreement like it’s their nuclear warhead. Always ready to threaten a rebellious artist. Have no problem executing public damnation. A revolution has been a long time coming. It’s bigger than just the both of them, so Harry and Louis are carefully choosing their battles. No other possible explanations make everything lined up half as neatly.

HL made it. They’re making moves to ensure the ones following their footsteps will have plenty of chances to make it, too.

But, hey, that’s just a theory. A fan theory. And... cut!

#Clifford trending is just pure gold.

Sasha

#ot5 #larry stylinson #fan theory

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kodemunkey · 4 years

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ADHD and Me

I’m a British guy, 37 years old and I found out in April that I have innatentive adhd. I also have dyslexia, dyspraxia and suspected high functioning autism. I’ve seen a lot of things over the years about how people with adhd are always hyperactive and can never sit still. I’m neither of those things, I was always the “quiet, smart kid with his head in a book” It was only in October last year that it dawned on me that after years of struggling with my grades (always “acceptably bad” just enough to scrape by in school, college and later university, where they thought “Oh maybe he has dyslexia, let’s get him tested” I was seen and tested by one of the leading experts in the country to get my statement organised, and I utterly baffled them, as one of my test results came back as the highest test score she had ever seen, and this was a woman who had been doing this for close to fourty years solid at this point. So, I had my dyslexia statement and everything was figured out and I was pigeon holed quite nicely, next person please. I had gone to university, primarily to spite my school teachers (aside from one, who passed away a few years after i finished primary school and had always tried to find ways to help me, I miss her even now) My attempt at a foundation degree was, to be frank quite bad, as the college it was run through was labled as an “Arts College” But was anything but that, they would give you 6 weeks to do a project, where everything was to be done in a set way, you were expected to spend two and a half weeks researching and exhaustively analysing your research before going out to shoot and comng back and doing the same to your work and going out again to do more. I would go out and shoot for four weeks and come back with two weeks to spare to work on my analysis and just about made the cut for submissions. It wasn’t until four years on various courses with the same tutor that he thought I was “different” They spoke to the other tutors and staff, who knew me quite well at this point and decided I was an “intuative photographer” which I guess helped a little, but i still struggled. I somehow managed to scrape enough brainpower and grades together to go to the University For The Creative Arts (UCA) at Rochester in Kent. The difference in education styles was, to be frank, shocking and alarming. I didn’t have to produce a lick of written analysis or a single contact sheet and I had up to three months to produce a project! The quality of my work improved immensely, as did my grades when it came to my written work, I was a C average student, which is far more than I ever thought possible. I graduated with a third class honours degree in 2014. It’s now 2020 and I still can’t read or write for pleasure like I used to pre university. As for the employment situation, it’s been pretty bad for me, the Job Centre don’t know what to do with me, I’ve been on every single scheme they can get money to send me to, and i’m still no better off. I even tried to go self employed through a scheme they put me on, I chose to be a pet photographer after a lot of market research. The scheme provider and HMRC give you two years to turn a profit before they make you shut down if you’ve not earned anything. The Job Centre demanded I pull the plug after six months. I’m still continuing my photography, at present it’s a “profesional hobby” and i’m starting to alright with it. Fast forward to this year when I was diagnosed in April via a Zoom call (god how I loathe and hate video conferencing) by a wonderful consultant named Marco Cattani, who I believe is one of the leading ADHD experts. He told me after a conference between me and my older brother who had arranged everything that he suspects i have innatentive ADHD and possibly high functioning autism. I was in a daze for about two weeks after that, though i do remember at a followup conversation we spoke about medication, he told me all the options available to me and I asked to be prescribed medication from the weak side of the scale, my older brother also has ADHD and is on amphetamine based medication and it has benefited him immensely. He runs a web design agency in brighton with a sizeable staff and has a small art gallery too. Even before his diagnosis, he was, in any conventional sense successful, his agency has won numerous awards, he (pre covid) went on holiday a couple of times a year, owns his own house and has a flat he rents out in Brighton, he’s also married to his long term girlfriend and has a chubby ginger cat who adopted him out of the blue one day. Marco (the adhd consultant) prescribed me Concerta XL at 18 mg dose to start with, I now take 36mg once a day) What follows next is what taking Concerta XL was like (and still is) for me. Day 1, i take the tablet early in the day as I was told to, so that it would have time to kick in, which takes about 30 minutes to absorb it. 30 minutes later, my heart starts to race (which is something I was told would happen) I had to leave the house right there and then and I went for an extremely long walk (this was also during the opening stages of the Covid-19 pandemic here) Three hours later, I come back home and was still pretty wired from the tablet, so I spent the rest of the day alone in my room, not wanting to inflict myself on anyone. The next day, I felt utterly sick to my stomach and had a headache, I tried to actually be sick in the bathroom, but where i hadn’t eaten the previous day, there was nothing to get rid of. I sat dazed and under three huge blankets in the middle of an early summer, feeling like crap. My brother checked in on my later that day, having been told by my parents (who I live with) what had happened. He told me: “Oh, I should have warned you about that, I forgot”. That’s great, thanks for that. Over the next month, the palpitations gradualy subside as the tablets start to work. An “added bonus” is appetite control, pre meds, i was almost 22 stone as I would be eating and snacking all day long to try and control my anxieties (food and social mainly) These days, I don’t actually want to eat unless i’m going out on a (socially distanced) photoshoot. My weight has dropped off slowly since then and is almost stable, which has pretty much never happened before in my life. The most difficult thing I’m dealing with is that the meds are making me re-examine large parts of my life, to the point where I tell people that I feel like i’m owed the past 20 years of my life back. To me i’m somewhere between serious and it being a bit of a dark joke, to anyone on the outside they either don’t respond or say “well, we all wish that” It has also lead to me questioning my gender identity, which until this hit me in the face like a ton of bricks I didn’t know was even possible. I can’t talk to my family about this as they’re somewhat “traditional” and won’t understand, with the exception of my sister, who I belive identifies as asexual. I have a long way to go before I figure out the “normal” for me, which I guess is true for a lot of people during the current pandemic. I myself used to believe the adhd stereotypes before I found out i have it and am now on medication, now though I see things very differently. While the tablets do help me to focus on things (such as this) It’s taken me about 4 hours to type out and I feel like this is the most useful thing I can do today, even though I have photoshoots to organise for the next month. Medication is extremely useful, but it’s also life changing, It’s basically like having your brain removed, spun around, put back in and then rewired on the fly. I’ll have to stay on these things for the rest of my life, which is fine. Thank you for reading.

#adhd #medication #writing #kodemunkey #autism #questioning

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leoxsls · 6 years

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I CAN ONLY IMAGINE (2018) REVIEW

THE UNTOLD STORY BEHIND THE BELOVED SONG

With dozens of films genre being released each year, a typical one that gets overlooked by the more popular ones (action, drama, comedy, animation, etc.) is the subgenre category of religious movie (ssrmovies). These films (sometimes called “faith-based” features) usually center around the struggles and ideas of a person (or groups) identity of a religious faith, which is, more or less, has a profound event or obstacle to overcome. While not entirely, the most commonplace religious type movies focus on the religion of Christianity, sometimes venturing back into the past in cinematic retelling classic biblical tales, including famed epic films like Ten Commandments and Ben-Hur (the original 1959 version) to some more modern endeavors from Hollywood like Risen and The Young Messiah. Other Christian “faith” films finds a more contemporary setting to tell its story, with some being “based on a true-life account” like the movies Unconditional, Heaven is Real, and Miracles from Heaven, while others might find inspiration from literary novels like The Shack, Unbrokenand Same Kind of Different as Me. Regardless, whether finding inspiration from true life, references from the bible, or originality, these movies usually speaks on a person’s faith and the inner struggle he or she has within or one society’s views, spreading a message of belief and the understand of one’s belief. Now, Lionsgate (and Roadside Attractions) and directors Jon and Andrew Erwin present the newest Christian religious drama film with the movie I Can Only Imagine, based on the true story of Bart Millard (the lead singer of the Christian music group MercyMe). Does this feature find its religious stride or does its Christian overtones fail to bring this cinematic tale to light?

THE STORY

Growing up, Bart Millard (J. Michael Finley) had youthful dreams and found comfort within the power of music. However, he grew up in a broken home, finding his father Arthur (Dennis Quad), an abusive individual, to be a monster as his parents would regularly fight and Bart would get beating. After his mother called it quits and leaves, Arthur’s anger turned wards his son, while Bart, trying to please his father, pursed a career in football. Everything was on the up and up (for the most part), with Bart becoming a high school football player with his childhood sweetheart Shannon (Madeline Carroll) by his side to keep comfort. Unfortunately, due to an unexpected injury, sidelined Bart from playing high school football, finding more failure within his father’s eyes. Out of this, Bart began to find a passion for singing in high school plays, displaying a strong quality in vocal performances and talent for the stage. When events suddenly escalate between Bart and Arthur, Bart decides to leave, leaving his hometown (including Shannon) in trying to pursue a career in music. Over time, Bart finds himself in MercyMe (a band that plays Christian music), finding wisdom in mentor-ish figure in Scott Brickell (Trace Adkins) in learning the ways of becoming a rising star in the current music industry. While the enjoyment of playing gigs is good, Bart soon learns that the life on the road is hard. When faced with a pivotal decision at a crossroads in his career, Bart finally accepts what he must do, with him having to go back to hometown and to reconcile with the person he came to hate the most: his father.

THE GOOD / THE BAD

While I am a devout Christian (not a crazy zealot or anything like that) for my bases of religion and my outlook beliefs in life, I’m not a huge fan of the “faith-based” feature films. That’s not to say that they’re bad or that I find them deplorable to the other more popular movie genres out there, but sometimes they can a bit preachy and corny / honky in their religious overtones and overall dramatic direction. Personally, I like the more biblical tales that Hollywood as put over, with Cecil B. Demile’s The Ten Commandments and William Wyler’s Ben-Hur; both of have proven to stand the test of time within filmmaking. Of course, Hollywood’s recent trend of put out more “remakes” movies puts an overcast on those biblical epics with 2014’s Exodus: Gods and Kings and 2016’s Ben-Hur; both of which failed to capture a sense of cinematic integrity and had a messy religious outlook in its zeal aspect. Of late, however, Hollywood as retreated more into contemporary pieces, finding narratives that are, more or less, set in a more “modern” day and age to their Christian-faithful based features. As I mentioned above, some have found success in their literary forms (being based on a book and adapted to the big screen), but most derive their inspiration from true life accounts, translating into something that’s meant to strike a chord (with moviegoers) due to it’s “based on a true story” aspect and nuances. Again, some are good (as I liked Unbroken and The Shack), while others kind of become a bit too preachy and let the religious overtures hamper the film, making them less-than desirable to mainstream audiences or even members of their own faiths. Thus, these religious-esque films can sometimes be problematic in their final presentation for both it’s viewers and in the film itself; sometimes making the movie feel like a TV channel movie rather than a theatrical feature film.

Naturally, this comes back around to my review for the movie I Can Only Imagine, the newest addition to Christian / religion-based film genre. To be quite honest, this movie went noticed to me for quite some as I really didn’t see much “newsfeed” for the film during my daily time on the internet. So, when I saw the film’s trailers (and I did seem the plenty in almost every movie I went to go see in my weekly movie outing) I was a bit curious to see the movie. To be even more honest, I really didn’t know much about the musical group MercyMe. Yes, I did know that they were a contemporary Christian band / group (and popular one at that), but I could name any one of their songs, including the song “I Can Only Imagine”. Thus, this further added to my “move curiosity” to see this movie, which was being toted as the “untold story” behind the song and about leader MercyMe singer Bart Millard inspiration for the song. So, what did I think of the movie. Well, I kind of liked it. While there are some problems here and there that hold the film back, I Can Only Imagine is still a moving and theatrical strong Christian based film, thanks to its overall direction, heartfelt story, and several strong performances. In short…. it’s definitely one of the better “faith-based” movies out there.

I Can Only Imagine is directed by the Erwin Brothers (Andrew and Jon), whose previous directorial works include Mom’s Night Out and Woodlawn. With Woodlawn, being based and centered around a true-life story of religion against racism, Andrew and Jon Erwin tackled another faithful “based on a true story” narrative that surely does speak volumes within its context. Trading in gridiron for music, the Erwin Brothers find their stride in detailing the chronicles of Bart’s life from boy to man, culminating a moving and powerful ending. Naturally, that particular scene ends with the song “I Can Only Imagine” and it’s definitely great to hear (sung by J. Michael Finley). However, the journey getting to that point is where the movie spends its time in unfolding Bart’s story, capturing the abusive time period growing up with his dad and running off to in search for something (finding a call to music and singing). Naturally, the most poignant piece that the Erwin Brothers make of this movie is relationship between Bart and his dad (Arthur), finding themselves at odds and coming together again (later on) through faith, belief, and reconciliation. This thematic message, while based in Christian beliefs, certainly does speak volumes not only in the film’s narrative, but into real life, with many individuals caught in the struggle of an abusive relationship (be it parental guardian or in spouse / partner) and the movie captures that and brings into the forefront of I Can Only Imagine’s narrative. Whenever the film focuses on either Bart or Arthur (or both in the same scene) is where the Erwin Brothers, bringing together touching and inspirational story of a “father / son” relationship that, through anger, abuse, and resentment, can find faith and forgiveness within that same relationship. For some, that’s miracle waiting to happen.

Coinciding with that, I also found it quite interesting to see how his (Bart’s) journey came full-circle, finding his calling to music in forming the band group MercyMe and how they became a multi-platinum recording group. Additionally, the film’s script, which was penned by Jon Erwin as well as Alex Cramer, and Brent McCorkle, doesn’t feel too corny or sappy, which is a good thing. Recent Christian “faithful” movies, for the most part, are usually a tad corny and syrupy with trying to relate drama or dialogue within characters, which can hinder the feature greatly (I.e. anything that actor Kirk Cameron does for a film or the God’s Not Deadmovies). Of course, I Can Only Imagine does have that Christianity touch with religion overtures, but never becomes too preachy and never gets bogged down within either poorly written dialogue or Christianity cheesiness. All in all, the Erwin’s Brother contribution and direction for I Can Only Imagine definitely helps in making the film enjoyable than most, bringing Bart Millard’s emotional story to life on the silver screen.

Moving beyond the film’s story, I Can Only Imagine’s technical presentation (as a movie) is solid. Yes, I can tell you right now that the movie won’t win any awards in these categories, but the film is handled well with enough love and care to make the film experience enjoyable. From production design work by Joseph T. Garrity to costume designs by Anna Redmon, the film’s overall presentation qualities are favorably sold, especially when you consider the fact that I Can Only Imagine was entirely shot in and around Oklahoma state and only had a production budget of only seven million dollars. To me, the film’s editing, which was done by Andrew Erwin and Brent McCorkle, and the film’s cinematography, which was done by Kristopher Kimlin, are impressive with a few “interesting” and “creative” camera angle works and tight editing of layering sequences together. The film’s score, which was composed by Brent McCorkle (wow…. McCorkle is certainly a “jack of all trades” throughout the film production) is also pretty good, with just the right amount of background music that tugs at the heartstrings throughout the film.

Of course, the film does have its drawback, which prevent it from reaching critical acclaim status in the cinematic world of movies. As one could suspect, the film’s overall narrative and premise can be a bit “offputting” to some. With the movie telling the tale of Bart, his relationship with his father, and the creation of MercyMe’s “I Can Only Imagine” (as well as the religious Christianity overtones), the film’s appeal might boil down to those of the Christian faith, making I Can Only Imagine’s viewing experience limited to masses of casual moviegoers and viewers. That’s not to say that the movie is bad or anything like that, but you know what I mean. Additionally, while the story being told in the movie is indeed moving and palpable, the construction and formation of how it all plays out in the movie is fairly predictable. It’s definitely a sincere and touching feature, but not original (i.e. not much in the way of surprises). Also, while did love the big climatic ending point of “I Can Only Imagine” being sung in the movie, it takes a while to get to that point, which is caused by the film’s storyboarding setup. I also felt some things could’ve been expanded upon at certain points in the film, especially a few character building moments (a few of them I’ll mention below).

The cast in I Can Only Imagine is a mixture of mostly unknown actors / actresses with a few familiar faces here and there. Perhaps one of the biggest standouts of the entire feature are actors J. Michael Finely and actor Dennis Quaid, both of which play Bart Millard and Arthur Millard (Bart’s father) respectfully. Surprisingly, Finley, who makes his theatrical debut with this film, does an exceptional job as Bart, who plays both the teenage / adult version of the character. He seems to have a charismatic charm about him and gives Bart that same type of quality, making him likeable to us (the viewers) and magnetic when he’s in front of the camera. Additionally, Finley handles himself in his acting ability, showcasing his talents in some of the film’s more lighthearted comedic moments as well as the deeper dramatic weighty ones, which are the core fundamental ones of the feature. Plus, he can do his own singing and sounds incredible…. wow! Not bad, not bad at all. Like I said above, his rendition of the song “I Can Only Imagine” is moving and powerful. Not bad, not bad at all. Whatever the overall outcome of this movie is, Finley is solid in the role as Bart and here’s to hoping that this role opens more doors to this aspiring actor in Hollywood. As a side-note, young actor Brody Rose (Christmas on the Bayou and Gifted) does solid job in playing the younger version of Bart. Opposite Finley’s Bart is Quad, known for his roles in Frequency, In Good Company, and Far from Heaven, who is brilliant as Bart’s abusive (almost antagonist caught up in tragedy) father Arthur Millard. A character like this can be a bit tricky to pull off (for actors) as they must portray the character one way and then do a complete 180 in character persona, casting he / she in a whole new light. Fortunately, Quad is up to the task and does it masterfully. Naturally, Quad gets the mean-spirted / abusive fatherly figure down perfect, but also shows the more depth and empathy for his character of Arthur later on in the film. It’s also great that the on-screen chemistry between Quad and Finley stands out and feel genuine, making for some of the best dramatic scenes in the movie when they’re paired together.

Behind those two would definitely have to be country singer star Trace Adkins, who starred in films like Traded and The Lincoln Lawyer, as MercyMe’s manager Scott Brickwell. Adkins’s natural low baritone voice has always had a commanding presence and does in I Can Only Imagine, finding his scenes to be great whenever the camera is focused on him (be it talking or just screen presence). He’s character isn’t much beyond the ordinary role as a music manager, but Adkins makes it work. Plus, he’s given a few parts for comedic bits, which are amusing to see Adkins perform them. Behind him would have to actress Madeline Carroll (Swing Vote and Flipped) as Bart’s high school crush sweetheart Shannon. While Carroll’s acting is good and she plays the part of Shannon favorable, her character in the movie is weak, acting as the conflicted lover interest for Bart. Her character gets a strong representation at the beginning of the movie, but slowly becomes less important. Ultimately, she’s just window dressing for the front and back end of the feature, which disappointing as there’s could been more development into her character. Sadly, Carroll’s Shannon is the weakest character in the film. Also, much like Rose’s portrayal of the younger Bart, young actress Taegen Burns (Dumplin’ and Michael Jackson: Searching for Neverland) does a favor job as the young version of Shannon.

As I mentioned above, the movie also shows how MercyMe came together, with other members of the group along for the part of Bart’s journey in the film. They are portrayed by actor Cole Marcus (Opposite Day) as percussionist Robby Schaffer, actor Mark Furze (Home and Away and Underbelly) as bassist Nathan Conchran, actor Jason Burkey (The Walking Dead and The Originals) as guitarist Michael Scheuchzer. While these characters are important in the forming of MercyMe (I can’t remember if they showed or mentioned MercyMe’s other guitarist Barry Graul in the movie), they’re brought into focus beyond a few scenes. Sure, they’re there (in the background), but aren’t given much in the way of character depth…just idle chit chat nuances amongst themselves and with Bart. Still, the performances given by them are good, but I would’ve liked to seeing them a bit more than just “stock” characters. Rounding out the rest of the cast are smaller supporting characters, including actress Priscila Shirer (War Room and Be Still) as Bart’s Glee Club music teacher Mrs. Fincher, actress Cloris Leachman (The Croods and Spanglish) as Bart’s grandmother Memaw, and actress Tanya Clarke (A Beautiful Mind and Banshee) as Bart’s mother Adele, and actress Nicole DuPort (The Last Tycoon and My Name is Burns) as portraying singer / songwriter musician Amy Grant.

FINAL THOUGHTS

Discover the untold story behind MercyMe’s most beloved song that inspired millions in the movie I Can Only Imagine. Directors Andrew and Jon Erwin’s newest film tells the story of MercyMe’s lead singer Bart Millard story of dealing with an abusive father and learning to find forgiveness through religion and the power of music. While the film does have a few problems along the way, the overall finished product of the movie is solid, with the Erwin Brother’s crafting a feature film that well-made, heartfelt, and moving, which is made by the film’s true story and thanks the movie’s two strong central leads (Finley and Quad). Personally, I liked it (a bit more than what I was expecting it to be). Though there are some moments that are a bit “on the nose” with its religious aspect, it never gets sappy or cheesy. As a whole, the movie was thematically good as well as touching feature between a father and son complexed relationship. Thus, my recommendation for this movie is both “recommended” (for fans of MercyMe and / or Christian “faith-based” movie lovers and a solid (and favorable) “rent It” for those causal moviegoers out there. In the end, story of Bart Millard and how he created MercyMe’s hit song “I Can Only Imagine” is quite an inspirational one that can translate beyond the film’s limitations, which is why I Can Only Imagine is definitely one of the better “Christian movies” out there of late.

Ratings: 4.0 Out of 5

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ARTICLE: Yuzuru Hanyu: I am at 20% right now (Number 934-5)

In a rink reverberating with music and the sounds of blades against the ice, quiet surrounded Hanyu. –– Takaomi Matsubara

Despite still trolling with one single 3A, the brat (you’ll see) shows his tender side (you’ll also see) in his pursuit of figure skating mastery and ideals...This is quintessential Hanyu––calm, confident and thoughtful as he discusses the Olympics, his programs and the significance and meaning of skating itself. - gladi.

Translated by gladi. Please do not repost without permission. Images belong to Number.

From Number Issue 934-935. Published on 2017.08.24

Contending for successive Olympic victories, the champion––Yuzuru Hanyu. Programs for the season have been decided, preparation is steadily underway. At his training base in Toronto, Hanyu talked about his thoughts on the Pyeongchang Olympics, and the ideal skate he continues to seek.

Text by Takaomi Matsubara・Photography by Asami Enomoto

The sunny expression seemed to reflect his current state of mind. August 8th, at the Cricket Club in Toronto, Canada. Yuzuru Hanyu, who had finished his training for the day, showed up, all smiles, at the press conference.

The first thing out of his mouth, an announcement of his free program this season, that comes only once every four years.

"I had decided that I wanted to reuse this program in the Olympic season ever since I was able to achieve great performances with SEIMEI in the 2015-16 season.”

With television cameras aligned and surrounding press forming layers around him, his voice was raised to reach [even those standing] far away. The moment when it was made clear that [Hanyu’s] choice for his free program this Olympic season, which had attracted considerable attention, would be SEIMEI from the 2015-16 season––the first time in history anyone had gotten a score of over 300.

“The number one thing is that I felt [SEIMEI] suited me. Skating to it, I had the feeling that I could melt into the piece without force."

Hanyu was not the only one who thought SEIMEI was a good idea.

“I brought it up right after the World Championships ended. ‘What do you think of skating to it again?’” It was Shae-lynn Bourne, who choreographed SEIMEI two seasons ago.

“Because it fits him so well. I was so glad when I heard that he’d decided.”

Coach Brian Orser also welcomed the decision.

“When we put on the music, all the coaches would say ‘Love this program.’ The audience and the judges should enjoy seeing this. I am satisfied with the decision to choose this piece."

With a smile on his face, he added.

“Of course, I think this is no easy decision.”

The short program––Chopin’s Ballade No.1 from 2014-15 and 2015-16 seasons––was made clear back in May, during the Makuhari run of Fantasy on Ice. He will be reusing both programs. This could be a negative if the audience feels “it’s the same as before.” Questions raising such concerns and worries came up one after another at the interview. In reality, Takeshi Honda, Elvis Stojko and so forth have done the same in past Olympics, and this wasn’t the first attempt. However, there was also the general atmosphere, a perception that it is exceedingly rare that both free and short programs are reprised. But Hanyu did not waver.

“It physically fatigues and tires me in a different way, and I have the feeling that I’m challenging something completely different. Because the level of difficulty is entirely different, it won’t be captive [to the past]. Because it is different."

Shae-lynn Bourne also said this.

“It feels that [SEIMEI] has been reborn, or refreshed––improved? Yes, that it has evolved.”

Compared to the free program two seasons ago where he was jumping three quads with Toe Loop and Salchow, the layout has also undergone big changes. 4Lo, 4S, 3F in the first half, 4S+3T, 4T+1Lo+3S, 4T, 3A+2T, 3Lz in the second half––for a total of 5 quads. Last season, when Nathan Chen successfully landed 5 quads, 4 were in the first half. With 3 [quads] in the second half, the difficulty is immense no matter the music. Based on this alone, it seems appropriate not to call this a “reprise,” but a “challenge."The base value [of jumps] has drastically increased from 79.89 in 2015-16 to 89.51 now.

“I have got to exceed [330.43]. As long as I do things normally, practice properly, creating conditions where I am able to bring out my true abilities, and peak towards competitions. I believe that is an important aspect this season.”

Having been through the Olympic season once also brings a more relaxed breadth of mind.

"Four years ago, I think I was more flustered, but now––I should do this, I should do that––I guess it has become quite clear what looks to be my path.”

On the other hand, he denies that being defending champion has brought pressure.

“I don’t think I’m in the position of being chased! Compared to Sochi, everyone right now has their own identity and we encounter and clash as fellow [competitors], it is very enjoyable… The first thing is to be selected as representative in a condition where I am healthy, without injury, and capable of bringing out my true abilities with the best effort possible. If I am selected, I would do my best and aim for gold.”

Such as the three quads landed in the second half at the World Team Trophy in April, [Hanyu] has taken measures with the Olympics in mind. More than anything, the choice of SEIMEI affords solid ground for confidence.

“It is a program where I can be myself, down to the way I breathe. Very comfortable to skate.”

To be himself. Because Hanyu has such programs where he can feel that way.

I don’t know my limit. God only knows.

In face of the Pyeongchang Olympics, preparations––what should be done––have been underway since the end of Sochi Olympics. All that is left is to go forth toward the actual thing–––but, Hanyu said.

“If I’m to speak of my own feelings, based on my current mindset––20% or so."

That number did not represent his level of completion towards the Olympics.

When he was interviewed in April 2012, right before he left his hometown of Sendai to train in Toronto, he had spoken of his image of the ideal skater.

“I want to become a skater who can do everything. I will work towards distinguishing myself by being good at everything.”

[20%] was where he is at towards that goal.

He continued after pausing for a second, “In terms of ideals, not at all. In consideration of my own skating career––Is this the limit? Is this 100%?––I myself don’t really know. God knows.”

“It’s like––I can still go another 80% or more.”

An intent gaze cut through his tender expression.

“At long last, my muscles and various things have stabilized and other things––expression, as well as knowledge––have come a long way. Technique as well. That is why, I think, various things will come to fruition hereon."

What place does a second Olympics occupy as [he] moves toward his ideal? Is it the destination, or merely a passing point?

“As yet, until the Olympics is over, there is no way to know. That is what I really think. Each individual competition is essential, and above all else––especially the case during this period––I’m proceeding with great care with my practice each day. How good can I make each run through? How much can I harvest [from training]? First of all, carefully doing everything one by one––isn’t that the theme?”

The smiling face, the words at the press conference––[how every opportunity is maximized, and every day is lived to its fullest] is perhaps also conveyed by the following sentiment.

“I guess, compared to the past, figure skating has become more and more my anchor. For example, when I live life and the going gets tough and I want to give up on things, if skating goes well, I am able to think ‘still, this is my own self’. Expressing yourself as you please––there is rarely the place for this. To me, ‘figure skating’ is such a place. I am happy I continued to skate."

The day following the announcement of SEIMEI.

The runthrough that he wasn’t able to do at practice the day before (t/n Hanyu did SEIMEI in parts on Day 1) began. While he sometimes skipped steps and transitions, he skated to the very end and stood on one end of the rink.

Starting with Javier Fernandez, there were five skaters skating in the rink. With both hands on his hips, Hanyu looked deep in thought with his head down. Sometimes, he would stare intently ahead. Although his eyes were fixed, instead of watching the skaters around him, he seemed to be alone in his own world. In a rink reverberating with music and the sounds of blades against the ice, quiet surrounded Hanyu.

When practice came to an end, as always, he bowed down deeply to the rink and gently touched the ice with his hand. From the beginning to the end, there was not a second where he slackened and let his thoughts wander. Behind the smile, there was Hanyu who faces skating in sincerity.

Words from coach Tracy Wilson, said with a tender smile, came to mind.

“Hunger is his essence. When one gets the gold medal, it’s normal to lose a little steam, but Yuzu only looks forward.”

With his eyes set on a successive Olympic victory, Hanyu has been advancing.

At the same time, he has pursued his goal of being the ideal skater. Toward which, he still feels far from. That is why he wants to stretch himself in all directions, and why he believes he can.

“If I could meet myself a year later, I will probably be told, ‘You still have a ways to go.’ In a year, I’ll probably have grown even more. But, if I were asked a year from now, I’m sure I’ll still answer ‘20%’. If it were me, that is what I would say. By then, I will be seeing even further boundaries.” (fin)

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Epic Movie (Re)Watch #188 - Hercules (2014)

Spoilers Below

Have I seen it before: Yes

Did I like it then: Yes.

Do I remember it: Yes.

Did I see it in theaters: Yes.

Was it a movie I saw since August 22nd, 2009: Yes. #304

Format: Blu-ray

1) This movie is half of the two and a half films I’ve seen in a movie theater without anyone else in it (the other two being Brick Mansions & Popstar: Never Stop Never Stopping). I was in the theater with two people for the first half of the movie but they left halfway through. I don’t think they left because of the quality though but because they snuck into the theater. Either way, I’ve seen 501 films as of writing this recap and only during 2.5 of those have I been alone in a theater.

Iolaus: “You think you know the truth about him? You know nothing.”

While this line begins Iolaus’ going into the pretty standard Herculean myth (the twelve labors and all), this entire idea is the basis of the film. We don’t know Hercules. Not this Hercules. Because - in what helps set this film apart from other Hercules movies - it does away with the fantasy. There are no monsters, no Olympians, no Titans, it’s just men and myths about them. And while the twelve labors are gone over in an abbreviated opening scene in an entertaining way, it’s much more interesting learning that these mysteries & myths are nothing more than human beings playing tricks. It’s a concept that immediately helps make the film more interesting.

3) Dwayne Johnson as Hercules.

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Johnson was incredibly dedicated to this part, as I understand it was a dream role for him. And honestly, he makes the film. Hercules is not the hero the myth makes him out to be, although he clearly has the beating heart of a good man. But that heart is buried under a facade. A con man, a showman, a scoundrel, a mercenary who cares only for gold. But despite his efforts to convince those around him that this is all he is, it is very clearly NOT the case. Johnson plays the mythical hero with such pure emotion and honesty it’s hard not to immediately invest in his character. What is especially important is that he can play the heartache of Hercules which is always just under the surface. Johnson is also able to differentiate between when Hercules is putting on a show for others and when he’s being himself. He’s able to switch between over the top drama and honest vulnerability in a refreshing way. It’s just amazing, really.

4) Hercules could have easily been a loner with a lot of man pain in this movie, but he’s not. He’s got this incredibly rich group of family around him, a support system. It is the relationships in this group which are the most interesting thing in the film. The banter, humor, heart, trust, and kinship between these characters is the very soul of this film. Each one of them is strong and developed in interesting ways, more so than the villain even. It’s just…I’m a sucker for found families in fiction. And this is a pretty freaking good found family group.

5) I would have to say that my favorite member of Hercules’ party is EASILY Atalanta.

Portrayed by Ingrid Bolsø Berdal, Atalanta is unfortunately a victim to the Smurfette principle by being the only woman in a group full of men. And while I don’t think the film passes the Bechdel test it sure as hell destroys the Sexy Lamp Test. Atalanta is just fucking awesome. She has no patience for sexist bullshit and the fact she is able to put it to bed so easily means we don’t have to deal with it in the story! An Amazon in the film (not the greek myths), she’s just really badass and tough, so although she doesn’t get as much focus as the titular hero I just love her so much.

6) I disagree with this. But maybe I’m supposed to, considering it’s said by the film’s surprise villain.

King Cotys [after Hercules says he’s nothing more than a mercenary]: “How we view ourselves if of little consequence. How others perceive us is important.”

I understand in reality people are going to treat me based on how they see me not how I see myself, but you know what? Someone could look at me and think I’m so fat fucking slob who is just going to mooch off their wallets. And I could either concern myself with trying to change that or be my own person because I am definitely NOT that.

7) Ian McShane as Amphiaraus.

Ian McShane is a bright spot in pretty much every single film he’s in and Hercules is no different. He has a wonderful sense of humor, heart, and warmth which permeates every single scene he’s in. You like Amphiaraus, you understand him, you care about him, it’s all wonderful.

8) It’s really great seeing the team dynamic in action on the battlefield. Iolaus playing up the myth of Hercules and the rest of the team watching to follow his lead. You quickly understand why they work so well together.

9) The ensuing action sequence is fun too, if not perfect. It can be slow and it cane be a bit by the numbers, but at times it’s creative and the set piece is enjoyable throughout.

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Hercules: “I never knew my father.”

If you accept that the legend of Hercules is just that - a legend - then suddenly this very interesting question comes up: who is Hercules’ dad? We know his mother is human but the fact his father is always absentee is choked up to the fact that he’s an Olympian. But once you take that away Hercules has the unfortunately-too-common pain of not knowing why his absentee dad ditched him. That’s a really interesting concept, I think.

11) The scene where the team each recounts how they met Hercules, how they joined his group and family, where they remember the loyalty and compassion he has shown each of them, it’s surprisingly moving. It feeds into the found family dynamic I love so much and just makes you further invested in their relationship.

12) This film’s biggest issue is that it can truly drag at times. The battle with Rhesus’ army doesn’t do enough to differentiate itself from the previous battle with the Bessi (Bessie? I don’t know how it’s spelled). It feels a little repetitive to me so I largely just zone out. Which is unfortunate for a 90 minute film.

13) HERCULES FLIPS A FUCKING HORSE!!!!

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14) Unfortunately Cotys’ evil just sort of happens. There aren’t really any clues before the twist it’s just, “Oh, you know you’re fighting for the bad guy right?” And then suddenly he’s entirely evil.

15) Fuck. Yes. Atalanta!

Atalanta [after Hercules says they can leave him to fight, that whatever debt they felt they had is repaid]: “Debt? You think we follow you because we owe you? Look around, Hercules. We’re a family. All we have is each other.”

16) This line always stuck with me.

King Eurystheus [on why he betrayed & framed Hercules for the murder of his wife & children]: “I can deal with an ambitious man he can be bought, but a man who wants nothing has no price.”

17) This is pretty damn good.

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Hercules has had a crisis of identity throughout the entire film. Is he the man who murdered his family, the hero the world thinks he is, the selfish mercenary he tells people he is? He doesn’t know who he is, but when he exclaims, “I am Hercules!” he decides what that means. He decides Hercules is going to fight for those he loves and for what is right, demigod superpowers or not. And that’s a pretty solid conflict resolved in an entertaining way.

18) I fucking love this.

(GIFs originally posted by @kingputaz)

I’m not much of a believe in predetermined fate, so I’m glad this film kinda just said, “Screw that.”

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Hercules [after Eurystheus begs for forgiveness so his life may be spared]: “You want forgiveness? [Hercules kills Eurystheus] Ask my family for forgiveness.”

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20) Similar to note #12, the final battle with Cotys’ army is really just filler it feels like. It would have been far more interesting if the army had immediately turned to Hercules’ side, because they do eventually do that after Cotys is dead. And the scene doesn’t do much to differentiate itself. It’s really just by the numbers, I feel.

21)

Amphiaraus [about Hercules]: “Is he actually the son of Zeus? I don’t think it really matters.”

YES! THIS! Oh my god, yes! Hercules is a hero because of the choices he makes and his actions, not because of heritage. I dig it, I love it, rock it!

The Dwayne Johnson Hercules is a hidden gem in a longline of both greek mythology movies and swords/sandals action flicks. The dynamic between Hercules and his team is remarkably interesting, Johnson is absolutely incredible in the part, and it’s a lot more enjoyable than a Hercules movie directed by Brett Ratner might be. All in all, it’s just a really enjoyable 90 minutes I suggest you watch. Just a sheer good time.

#Hercules #Dwayne Johnson #Ian McShane #Ingrid Bolsø Berdal #John Hurt #Movie #FIlm #Epic Movie (Re)Watch #Mandy Patinkin #GIF #Boy That Escalated Quickly #Squealing

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Give Me a Reason (6/10)

October, 2014

“My love for you could move mountains and the hearts of ISU judges,” Phichit murmured. His tone was saccharine, his accent thick and atrocious to the point of being borderline offensive.

“Ah, but I have loved you since the moment that I saw you, when I was but a child,” he replied passionately. The ridiculous accent was gone, his tone higher and breathy, but the words were no less coated in syrup. “I’m a man now.”

“I will prove my adoration by shouting it from the rooftops!” He clasped his hands together over his heart.

“I’ll make you super-cute bentos every day with rice balls in the shape of figure skates and poodles!” He pressed the back of one hand against his forehead and cast his eyes dramatically skyward.

“What are you doing, mon petit?” That was all the warning Phichit was afforded before two hundred pounds of weaponized flirtation draped itself over his shoulders.

Phichit craned his head back to meet Christophe Giacometti’s amused, upside-down features. “I’m spectating the pairs short program, in a spirit of solidarity and good sportsmanship?” he offered guilelessly. Christophe quirked an eyebrow at him, and he grinned back. “And I may also be shipping our respective besties for my own personal amusement.”

Christophe shifted his gaze down to where Phichit had been looking a moment ago. “Ah,” he said after a moment. The French representatives on the ice were skating a solid but unremarkable program to something from Carmen. Yuuri Katsuki was ostensibly watching from a seat in the front row, but was far more engrossed in his phone than in synchronized double axels or footwork. Half curled up in his chair, comfortable as only someone who was intimately familiar with stadium seating could manage, Yuuri’s posture was all college student with no classically trained dancer to be found. And two rows directly behind the oblivious Yuuri, Victor Nikiforov sat like a king observing his kingdom. Which, to be fair, he pretty much was. His spine was straight, his head tilted just enough to display a thoughtful, television-ready smile. And although his own phone was resting in his lap, out of sight to the casual observer or rogue audience-cam, his fingers were flying over the virtual keyboard. “They do rather look as though they’re conversing, don’t they?”

They really did. Yuuri would type, and a text balloon would appear on Victor’s screen shortly after. A mischievous expression ghosted across the champion’s face, and suddenly Yuuri was cramming a fist in his mouth to stifle giggles. It was endearing. It was perfect.

It was a total coincidence, of course.

“Sadly for your no doubt extensive imaginary wedding plans, I know all too well the identity of Victor’s current amour.”

Phichit shrugged. “And I know Yuuri’s. That’s not going to stop me from having fun with the situation. Besides, you can’t tell me those two wouldn’t look stunning in black and white.”

“Perhaps.” Christophe’s tone turned teasing. “But what of you, mon petit? This is your second year of seniors, and we’ve barely spoken. Are you as bashful as our darling pain au cannelle, or must I take offense?”

“I’m not shy.” Anyone who so much as glanced at Phichit’s Insta feed would be well aware of that. “But I was underage until recently, and my coach had me on a tight leash. I hate to be the one who has to break this to you, but you, sir, have a bit of a reputation.”

A velvet chuckle tickled his ear. “Nothing good, I hope?”

Now it was Phichit’s turn to laugh quietly. “I’m sure that Miss Manners wouldn’t approve, but I hear you’re easy, fun, and honest. You respect a hard ‘no’ and listen carefully for soft ones. Your list of rumored partners is as long as a certain living legend’s, but backed by more evidence, and yet you don’t seem to have left a string of broken hearts in your wake. In short, Monsieur Giacometti,” he softened his voice until it matched Christophe’s purr, “you seem like a gentleman who I would very much like to get to know.”

Christophe looked surprised and pleased. “You should work in intelligence, mon petit.”

Without missing a beat, Phichit shot back, “And who’s to say that I don’t?”

Christophe was grinning in open delight now. “Now we simply must get better acquainted,” he said.

“Yuuri and I haven’t decided on dinner yet.” He hoped that Yuuri wouldn’t be too upset that Phichit was making plans without consulting him, but one additional person shouldn’t be too stressful after the short program skate. And Yuuri did like Chris.

“Alas,” and Christophe really did seem disappointed, “I have reservations with Victor tonight. I’d love to invite you along, but our seating is for two and I’m told that the waiting list is really rather extensive.”

“Plus we’d be scraping bits of Japan’s Ace off the ceiling after he spontaneously combusted.” Phichit knew that Christophe had offered to introduce Yuuri to Victor in the past. Such attempts had gone over poorly.

“That, too.” He shook his head. “It really is a pity you can’t join us. In Victor’s words, the chef de cuisine is a ‘mad genius’. I’m quite looking forward to tasting his art.”

Phichit went still. No. Yes? That phrasing. The coincidence in timing. The refusal of a certain chatroom dweller to let slip so much as a picture of his dog when talking – evasively – about his personal life. The frequent travel, so much of it coinciding with skating events. The so-interactive-seeming dual text messaging that was still going on not fifty feet below where he and Chris were standing. “Oh?” he kept his tone playful, interested. “What’s it called? I’m always up for new experiences, and Chicago’s not too far for an off-season road trip.”

Chris pursed his lips, apparently detecting something different in Phichit’s manner, but not sure what to make of the change. “Alinea, I believe.”

Holy fuck.

It wasn’t certain. Hell, it wasn’t probable. That this was a complicated series of misunderstandings and coincidences orchestrated by a universe that was deliberately, maliciously, out to break Thailand’s Sweetheart Phichit Chulanont’s brain made a whole lot more sense than… what? Yuuri Katsuki somehow spending every waking non-skating moment unknowingly flirting with his own personal lord and savior, the god of ice skating himself, Victor Fucking Nikiforov? Who he’d met in a random IRC channel for mental health support? And wait, did that mean that Victor Nikiforov was suffering from depression? How? Since when?

On autopilot while his entire worldview was rebooting, Phichit thanked Christophe pleasantly for the information and wished him and Victor an enjoyable evening. They swapped numbers, and he followed Chris' Instagram. He floated the idea of getting together Monday morning for brunch. He even engaged in a bit of good-natured trash talking for the upcoming men’s short program. And all the while, the same two thoughts were circling endlessly in his head.

How can I tell him?

How can I not tell him?

If Phichit informed Yuuri that his best non-amazing-hamster-dad friend KingElsa was actually Victor Nikiforov – after doing an actual metric fuckton of sleuthing beforehand, because he’d be damned if he would even hint at such a thing without being at least a hundred and twenty percent sure – Yuuri would…

Assuming that Yuuri even believed him in the first place? He’d run. He’d swear Phichit to secrecy, delete his chat client, and vanish completely from the internet without another word or thought. Which, Victor (!!!) aside, would be terrible for him. The #TCF regulars had stopped being merely an anonymous support group for Yuuri years ago, and not only would it be impossible for him to replace them, he wouldn’t even try. He’d be throwing away part of the backbone of his emotional stability.

Or would he? Yuuri had come so far in the four years since he and Phichit had met. He was so much stronger. Maybe he’d be able to get past the shock when he realized that the pun-loving goofball that he livetweeted terrible American television with was so much more and less than the legend on his posters. Maybe it could be the beginning of something magical. Maybe—

“Hey, Yuu-chan! Smiiiiile!” Holding his phone up as though taking a picture, Phichit watched Yuuri straighten in his seat and turn to face him. He saw the instant when his best friend took note of the man just two rows behind him, turned instantly scarlet, and practically teleported under his seat in his effort to hide himself from Victor’s sight.

Maybe someday, but not today. Oh, Yuuri.

“That was cruel, mon petit.” Christophe was equal parts amused and chiding.

“Our love is strong and pure and he’ll forgive me with the application of enough chocolate,” Phichit chirped, unrepentant.

Because what I’m about to do is going to be so much crueler.

But I honestly can’t think of another way to be kind.

#original content #i have committed fanfiction #chat au #therapycouchfort #yuri on ice #phichit chulanont #christophe giacometti #katsuki yuuri #victor nikiforov #victuuri #this was just supposed to be a cute plot-irrelevant bonus #WHY DID IT HAVE TO END IN FEELINGS #i had an outline once #it was a good outline #RIP the outline

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Completed: OCN’s Voice (SPOILERS)

This was one thrilling ride. One of my problems is that I try so many dramas, whether I stick with them or not is another subject but, it’s hard to keep up with each actor. So, as usual, I hadn’t seen the leads recently prior to starting this drama. The last time I completed a drama starring Jang Hyuk was back in 2014 when FTLY was new. Otherwise, I’ve started and stopped both ‘Shine Or Go Crazy’ (because I wasn’t in the mood for a sageuk) and ‘Beautiful Mind’ (because I was literally confused by the first episode and too impatient to keep watching :P). As for Lee Ha Na, I’ve only seen her in ‘High School King of Savvy’, which I watch one episode every few months lol. Don’t ask me why it’s taking me so long to finish, because I honestly don’t know.

So, as you can tell, I didn’t start this with any sort of hope as far as fave actors is concerned. No, I pressed play because OCN shows are usually hella good (a reason why I won’t be quitting on ‘Tunnel’ just yet), and this time was no exception. Jang Hyuk, as the detective that’s been hit hard by the death of his wife, was great here. His fierce dogged determination was displayed, and action scenes were both mesmerizing and believable. Ha Na was a bit stiff, but she did well conveying the emotions of a woman that has been biding her time learning just so that she could come back and catch the man that got away with killing her father, and stop the corruption that made the crime possible.

The series handled the “super hearing” angle well. There are a few instances where it seems implausible, but I feel like that complaint should be thrown out of the window if you decide to press play. Of course it seems far fetched....it is far fetched lol. I think as long as you don’t get caught up on that aspect, the show is highly enjoyable.

There was no romance in this drama except for Yesung’s character, but it’s never explicit that he and Son Eun Seo’s character actually become a couple. I was really happy about that, because although shows like God’s Quiz featured relationships that made sense and slowly built on mutual respect, there just wasn’t enough time to overcome the fight against the criminals, dealing with their initial trust issues, and Jang Hyuk’s broken heart in order to make a romance between them work.

Super Junior’s Yesung was a staple at the call center and even had his own episode, but the show didn’t shift just to include him in every major moment. i liked that he got a chance to shine but the show didn’t devolve into a solo show just for him.

I can’t end the post without talking about the killer, our very own Kim Jae Wook, hotty extraordinaire. I thought they would keep his identity hidden up until the end of the show, but thankfully, he appears and we are treated to his intense and scary as hell portrayal of a rich boy gone mad. I love seeing him in dramas, but unfortunately his tv roles are few and far between. I had no idea he was even going to be in the show, but I could tell it was him from the small bit of his mouth they showed in episode 1 (fangirl status: confirmed).

Overall, if you like crime/thriller shows, I would recommend this one for the interesting story lines that connect, as well as the solid acting.

#ocn voice #jang hyuk #lee ha na #kdrama #my thoughts #completed #kim jae wook #yesung #super junior #long post

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[RF] The Mask We Wear. (Please give feedback)

Growing up, I was always appreciated. Never once was I told I wasn't good enough, or that I wouldn't amount to anything. My parents weren't like that, my father was a pastor and my mother stayed at home raising us kids. They always looked after us, did what was best for us. And back when we didn't have much family was all we had, sounds a little cliche but it's true. And you would do anything for your family.

August 2013

"Antony, come hear," those few words changed my life forever. My father was the type of man who liked to keep his cards close to his chest, never telling anyone anything if he didn't have to. My mother was the only exception to that rule, but the rest of us knew what was really going on. Me and my brother pretended like we didn't, but we did. When he called me over I didn't know if I was getting disowned or rewarded, and that was how he liked to have it. "Antony, me and your mother have been talking and..." the way my father spoke is how I always imagined someone like Caesar talking, a voice of confidence and control that just made you not just want to listen to him, but like you had no choice but to listen to him. "We both think it's time you start helping me down at the church." Now to a normal sixteen-year-old boy, spending their after school time in an old church may not sound like all that much fun. But to me, it was a dream come true, I would get paid to hang out with my dad and I would finally be let into the family business. Little did I know what a rude awakening I was in for down the line. After all, not everyone's father was the head of a major New York crime family.

February 2014

By this time the screams and muffled gunshots coming from the back of the church had become less than a mild bother, most of the time I didn't even realize they were there. In a world like this one with violence and death on a daily basis, you had to grow a spine real quick. My father had me keeping the books, making sure that the real one and the one the cops would get if they ever ask were consistent enough to not seem suspicious. I was always good at math, a skill that the rest of my family didn't share. So while my brother Romulus was being groomed to take over the business someday; all intimidation and muscle, I was becoming a cheap teenaged accountant. And as hard as it may be to believe I was actually fine with where I was, unlike most people in the crime family, I didn't have ambitions. I didn't want to be in charge, I didn't need to be. I got to stay in my small room in the back of the church with a desk and a lamp, all that I needed.

March 2019

Flash forward five years. Five years of me doing the exact same thing, crunching numbers and putting them in the books. The family was stable, it wasn't what it was but we were doing alright. But that all changed when it came time for my father to name his successor, he didn't give the seat to my brother, who he had been raising into the kind of leader he was… no, he said my name. All and all I was surprised, honoured, but surprised. And when I asked him why he chose me over my brother, he told me, "I don't want another tough brute running this family Antony, we've had enough of that and now they way we make our living is going extinct." He wanted someone smart to help run the family back into its prime, and he chose me to do it. I couldn't just say no, I wanted to but men like my father didn't accept no. So if I couldn't get out of it I would just have to do what he wanted, and I would have to do it the best I possibly could. I respected my father too much to half-ass a job he entrusted me with, even if it was one I didn't want.

My brother wasn't too pleased with my father's choice. And I couldn't really blame him, imagine that your entire life, you believed that you had something as a sure thing and then when the moment finally comes it's given to someone else. He felt betrayed, and when our father wasn't around he made sure I knew it, "you scrawny mother fucker, I don't know how you did this but I'm going-." But as soon as dad was back in the room, he went back to being the voiceless thug he actually was, "You're doing the family proud, Antony." He didn't have to like Dads decision, but there was absolutely no way he could question it, not if he wanted to stay in the family. And once he was out of the family he lost all protections, and you don't do the kind of business he's done without making a few enemies. It sounds cliche but it's true.

It only took a few months after the announcement that I would be the new Boss for my father to decide that it was time for him to retire. One hand I agreed with him, he was getting older and he didn't need the kind of stress that came with the job. On the other hand, him retiring meant I would have to take over sooner than I was expecting. I thought I would have enough time to prepare myself, I wasn't ready to run the family yet. I always thought my dad would die before giving up his seat, that's just the kind of man he was, he would give everything he had. But he decided to give it up while he was still breathing, and I wasn't quite sure what to do with that, but I didn't have to think about it long.

They got me when I was walking home from the church. I should have been safe. But no, one minute you're walking down the street, the next you're chloroformed and thrown in the back of a van. The next thing I remember is waking up in the cliche mob torture warehouse tied to a chair. I mean this place had it all, broken windows, in the middle of nowhere, lots of floor space, the works. At first, I was alone, it's a technique that lets the victim realize the gravity of the situation, let their fear build up. But it didn't really bother me, when my kidnappers finally decided to show themselves, I was entirely disappointed. The pair, a man and a woman, were wearing these weird anime masks with blank smiling expressions. If they were wearing masks that meant I was going home alive and that they would be hunted down like dogs. "Hello, Mr Blackwell," the woman, talked first, calm, clearly a professional. Fortunately for myself, being the son of a crime boss made being kidnapped a real possibility growing up, and learning not to be afraid of stuff like this was just a part of it. My father would have me kidnapped a couple of times a year, just for a situation like this one. "You are going to give up your seat as the head of the Blackwell family and pass it down to your brother." You have no idea how much I wanted to give it up, just to get out of this damp warehouse if nothing else. But my father was the God of his own little world, and if you disappointed him it didn't matter how much he loved you, he would smite you.

"And why would I do that."

"Because if you don't, we'll carve your face up so good your own mother won't be able to recognise you," I had heard of this lady before, The Plastic Surgeon. She could make anyone's reflection a grotesque stranger if they didn't do what her client wanted, only ever touching the face, she wouldn't lay a finger on anything else. And now it seemed like it was my turn under her knife. "So… whats is going to be kid?"

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to say no." And that's when I got the first of many punches. I'm pretty sure she broke my nose, not that it matters in the grand scheme of things.

"Alright, that was your one and only chance. I don't care if in five minutes you cry out for me to stop, there are no second chances with me." And that's when the beatings began, up until she said the words that really made me nervous, "go get the belt sander." Over the next six months, she would take various sharp objects, from screws to sandpaper and shove them in my face, stabbing, slicing, and grinding away at my identity. She was actually quite inventive, something I could respect. Eventually, I couldn't even feel it anymore, it just became the only constant thing I had to look forward to.

"Hahahaha!," it was a little scary, "hahaha! C'mon, is that the best you got? You didn't even scrape bone this time." The pain became my life, and why not try to enjoy it more than the masochist torturing me? Near the end, I'm pretty sure I had felt all the pain The Plastic Surgeon could deal out. But eventually, every party must end. “I'll admit you're tough for someone who looks so fragile,” at this point, I couldn't even talk, the skin of my face was more like a mask in itself, hanging on by a few threads. "But I'm afraid it's now time for our parting gift,” and that’s when she wheeled out the acid. You would think that your flesh burning, melting back in place would be my wake up call, but I was just happy to feel again. They dropped me off in the bad part of town, in nothing but a blanket and one of their masks to cover myself and keep my face in place. Some people at this point would have given up, no clothes, no face, a family who thinks your most likely dead. I had basically nothing… Except for a plan.

“And now, we find ourselves at the end result of that plan,” in the empty, dimly lit restaurant the Blackwell crime family's dinner of twelve was interrupted by an unexpected thirteenth guest. Wearing the most audacious suit he could find: a bright red jacket and neon green pants, and the same mask his kidnappers left him with. His voice was flamboyant and excited The masks solid expression surveyed the room, looking at his captive audience. Every member at the table was bound and gagged, completely at the mercy of the prodigal son returned. “I mean it wasn't a hard leap for me to figure out that it was my own brother who hired The Plastic Surgeon. Who else would have wanted me out of the picture?” he stopped in front of a young man, sitting at the table, with fear in his eyes. “Just admit it,” he said pulling the tape off his brother's mouth. He was breathing heavily, sweat starting to form on his brow,

"Alright Antony, I'm sorry-"

“Oh wait, It doesn't really matter if you confess or not,” with that he cut the young man's throat, blood falling from his neck and into the young man's dinner as he struggled to breathe, drowning in his own blood. "But the plan doesn't stop there… after those long months in the warehouse, I thought I had gone insane. But then I realized, insanity is just a different form of clarity. And believe me, I am just starting to see things much more clearly. As soon as I figured out it was Romulus I knew I was going to kill him, I just had to figure out where and when. Lucky for me the annual family meeting was coming up, and even though I never attended one, I did all the books, so your "secret" meeting place," he said making air quotes with his hands, still holding the bloody knife, "was always just that old Italian restaurant dad used to take me to." As he talked he walked around the table, "next I needed to hire some muscle, fortunately, the family has no shortage of people they've pissed off." With a snap of his fingers, four men with gas tanks emerged from the shadows.

"Now," he said addressing his father at the head of the table, "in a mobster movie, this would be the time that I say that this is just business, nothing personal… but," he lifts his mask to reveal the grotesque, scared, sliced, burned, and melted collection of flesh he had for a face. "This is extremely personal," on his command the men started pouring the gasoline on the members of the family. He pulled a matchbook from his pocket, tossing it from one hand to another, "now dad, I really don't want to do this, like I said… you were always nice to me. The best father I could have asked for," he takes a match from the matchbook. Lighting it, the match reflected off of the plastic, his plastic mask glowing in the firelight, “but this isn’t about me,” he drops the match and the entire table is set ablaze, the muffled screams of the other men echo throughout the room, his father just stared at him, his expression unreadable as he burned, “I’m sorry dad, but something happened in that warehouse. I didn't want this job at first, but the more they tortured me, told me to give it up the more I wanted to hold onto it. So that's what I'm going to do, make your dream come true, bring this family into the future better than it ever was… bu In order to do that I need a fresh start, the old way, your ways nearly destroyed our way of life, so I'm taking all the old pieces of the board. And we both know that the best way to clear the board is the best way to deal with anything… burn it down.”

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Armchair Analyst: With US out, here's how I'll watch the 2018 World Cup

June 13, 20189:00AM EDT

It is finally here, the long summer of our discontent made glorious autumn – soon enough, anyway – by the fall of teams I will be rooting against with all my heart.

That is one of my two planks for this 2018 World Cup. Please understand that the US failure to qualify has devastated me, but also freed me. It means that I can go into this tournament unshackled from the soul-crushing worry over “my” team; the impotent fury at coaching malpractice; the utter despair at in-the-moment, on-field mistakes; the numb resignation when it all inevitably comes crashing down and breathes its last.

I don’t think I’ll miss that. I think I’ll enjoy watching a World Cup without a mental countdown clock tracking the hours, minutes and seconds between now and “When do we play next and oh, God what if we lose?”

Now I get to think about what other teams do when they lose. I like that more.

And that leads me to plank No. 2: misery leads to innovation. Fear of failure leads to innovation. Desperation leads to innovation. I’m trying to get through this paragraph without typing “necessity is the mother of invention” but I’m just not gonna be able to do it, so there we are.

Amongst the things I love most about our game are the tactical tweaks – some big, some little – teams and coaches make from game-to-game, and sometimes in the run of play itself. The way we think about soccer is always evolving, so it makes sense that the way the game’s played is always evolving, and that keeps the sport fresh and new pretty much no matter who’s playing.

Of course, the best tactical tweaks and inventions are ones born of a solid, fundamental and consistent structure in the first place. If you have that underlying, thoroughly understood identity then you’re positioned to make meaningful (if incremental) progress, and that’s the type of thing that wins.

If you don’t…

JCO’s Wild Ride

Juan Carlos Osorio guided a good New York Red Bulls team to an appearance in the 2008 MLS Cup final, doing so with a relatively young and promising squad. As most coaches would do he … actually no, as very few coaches would do, he didn’t build on that. Osorio blew it all up in 2009 and went back to his tinkering ways. The same RBNY team that had made MLS Cup in 2008 went 2-16-4 in 2009, he was fired, and they went 3-3-2 down the stretch with an interim coach. They have not missed the playoffs since his departure.

Osorio’s predecessor and successor had better records with RBNY than he did. His predecessor and successor had better records at Puebla than he did, at Atletico Nacional than he did, and at Sao Paolo than he did, and it’s because he can not stop tinkering. His motto appears to be “If it ain’t broke, take it apart and find out why not.”

Osorio is currently doing the same thing to Mexico. Ask 100 El Tri fans what the team’s best lineup is and you will get 100 different answers, and chances are that actual lineup will have gotten some playing time together.

“Great!” you think, “That’s a manager who’s willing to try new things!”

“Yes,” I reply, “but the one truly new thing he needs to try is building cohesion and team chemistry, which he’s not done.”

Osorio no termina por entender que estos ya no son días para experimentar en la cancha… no contra #Dinamarca, mucho menos, a una semana de enfrentar a #Alemania #ElTri

— Pedro Dorantes (@PedroDorantes98) June 9, 2018

For non-Spanish speakers out there, the translation of that tweet is “Oh, my god, we’re going to get killed by Germany if this man does not pick a lineup that works together and then stick with it.”

And Mexico fans know what’s up because they got slaughtered 4-1 by Germany in last year’s Confederations Cup. And they got worked by Chile, 7-0, in the previous summer’s Copa America. Osorio’s overall record with El Tri is 31-9-8, but in three tournaments there’ve been three colossally disappointing showings. Here’s what I wrote about his tenure heading into last summer’s Concacaf Gold Cup (which indeed goes down as one of those colossally disappointing showings):

Mexico are probably a top 8-ish team in the entire world in terms of their raw talent, which is why they win most of their games. But they have continually struggled against top-tier competition (7-0 vs. Chile, 4-1 vs. Germany, a draw and a loss vs. a Portuguese team that is a cut below those two) because they are constantly, bafflingly, rotating players and lineups and formations and roles and responsibilities.

And so you get a team that gets bounced from the Copa America because they have no idea how to handle a simple cross-field switch, or how to stop a breakaway. And then you have the same team bounced from the Confederations Cup 12 months later for the exact same reasons. Juan Carlos Osorio just does not believe in the power of reps.

…I do wonder if Mexico will stop being a pieced-together Frankenstein’s Monster and start looking like a contiguous whole that’s greater than the sum of its parts.

One way or another this is the end for JCO with Mexico. Over the next couple of weeks, we’ll get to see whether his experiments were meant to culminate in something, or if they were just an endless, pointless excuse for more experiments.

Choose Your Underdog

Or, actually, don’t. I understand why people were charmed by the likes of Iceland in the 2016 Euros and how great it is for the country of Panama to be making their debuts. I hope all the players play well and get paid, because careers are short and World Cup glory is long. I wish none of them any ill.

But I’m not going to root for them. They play ugly, destructive soccer – against, not with the ball – and honestly, no thanks.

Know what I’m charmed by? Passing. Those little moments of magic where two or three or four or all 11 players are working in sync to disorient and destroy the opposition, to create angles and channels and goals.

If you’re gonna root for someone, don’t choose David. Choose Goliath.

Ride or Die

To that end, I will be supporting (such as it was) Lionel Messi and Argentina. Messi is the greatest soccer player who’s ever lived – he is impossible – and I would appreciate the cosmic justice of him finally being on the right side of the scoreline in a final for his country.

He doesn’t and shouldn’t need that to cement his status as the GOAT. Just look at this:

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I’ll also admit that I still love the 4-4-2 diamond and am pleased that Argentina are playing a version of it (though Jorge Sampaoli insists it’s a 2-3-3-2). Yes, I’m rooting for a formation.

The Next 5-4-1

Let’s stay on the topic of formations. Costa Rica are a particularly miserable team to play against because 1) they’re talented; 2) usually well-coached; and 3) utterly aware of their strengths and weaknesses. And their strength boils down to thinking along these lines: “When we play compact, we are almost impossible to break down, and that means our opponent will get frustrated, and that means we can hit them on the counter.”

That’s how the Ticos got to the quarterfinals of the 2014 World Cup.

But the surprise factor of the 5-4-1 was part of it as well. It’s a formation few had seen much of, globally, to that point, but one that’s come into vogue and has been a favorite of underdogs worldwide ever since. Each weekend you can see a handful of MLS teams attempting it (the Colorado Rapids tried and failed in Houston on Saturday), and while a formation is not tactics, formations and tactics work hand-in-hand.

Four years ago, Costa Rica’s formation worked to flummox Uruguay, Italy and England. Now it’s gone global.

Will something similar happen this tournament? I kind of hope so, though I’d rather see an aggressive, attacking formation steal the spotlight. (How about a 3-3-4 with a No. 9 who drops in off the frontline to turn and play runners through?)

Time To Shop

The Secondary Transfer Window opens July 10, and runs through August 8, providing a time of renewed hope and great expectations. MLS teams have more money than they’ve ever had before. You do the math.

Here’s a few players I hope coaches here are watching:

Gaston Silva, LB/LCB, Uruguay/Independiente (24 years old)

Ismael Diaz, FW/W, Panama/Deportivo B (20 years old)

William Troost-Ekong, CB, Nigeria/Bursaspor (24 years old)

Miguel Borja, FW, Colombia/Palmeiras (25 years old)

Let me know who you’re keeping an eye on, too.

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What's My Purpose in Business?

What on Earth is my business here for?

This was a question I struggled with for a while back in 2014. Back then, my identity was all wrapped up in being the owner of an agency that serviced nightclubs with websites, graphic design and marketing.

Although the industry is exciting and ever changing, deep inside I felt no “purpose” behind the work I did. Sure, I was making money and feeding the families of my employees, but that wasn’t enough.

In November of 2014 I made the scariest decision of my life and fired all of my clients and let go all of my employees to start over on a new road that would fulfill my desire to find meaning and purpose behind my business.

It was in the state of nothingness where God was able to reveal to me why on Earth I was created to be an entrepreneur.

We do not all have the same abilities, businesses or circumstances. But we do all have the privilege of deciding the purpose to which we will dedicate ourselves. There are only three big decisions that most of us entrepreneurs will ever make in life

Who is my business going to serve?

What product or service am I going to provide?

What is my business going to exist for?

It’s that third decision that seems to stump most of us business owners. I had the first two solid and established. I was missing the third.

For 3 months of my life I lived in depression and agony as I scrambled for money and meaning. I turned to God and established a deeper relationship than I had ever had before, seeking wisdom in this area as if looking for water in the desert.

In my bible reading, referring to wisdom, I read

“Let all who are simple come to my house!” To those who have no sense she says, “Come, eat my food and drink the wine I have mixed. Leave your simple ways and you will live; walk in the way of insight.”

Proverbs 9:4‭-‬6 NIV

As I sought God and looked to restart my company, I looked back at all the work I had done and tried to find the clients and work that had given me the most joy and fulfillment. In my reflection I realized that I loved helping people discover the entrepreneur within them and help them launch that business. I also loved helping guide existing business owners towards recreating their business with a new sense of passion behind it, helping them identity their business’s purpose.

At that point I realized I have become my own client, and I was really the one going through the rebranding.

That’s when my company officially switched to being a branding agency.

I determined right then and there that I would ask God to help others find a purpose in their business that could live for each day. This new sense of “working for God” wakes me up every morning and I thank God for letting me be alive.

Have you found a worthwhile purpose in your business? Success for an entrepreneur has been defined as “the progressive realization of a worthwhile, predetermined goal.” Establish a handful of worthy goals in your business and give yourself fully to accomplishing them. In establishing your business purposes, start with your relationship with God, your family, and at work with clients and employees. These top three areas of your life need the most urgent attention.

What you living your business life for?

Godpreneur Rule: Settle on your business’s purpose and set out to accomplish it each day.

What’s My Purpose in Business? was originally published on Daily Godpreneur with Alex Miranda

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Georgia Southern football lost itself in 2016 under another outsider head coach

Tyson Summers has a second chance to prove he can win, Statesboro-style.

This preview originally published February 15 and has since been updated.

“I’m gonna say it one more time. We're Georgia Southern. Our colors are blue and white. We call ourselves the Bald Eagles. We call our offense the Georgia Power Company — that is a terrific name for an offense — and our snap count is ‘Rate Hike.’ We practice on the banks of Beautiful Eagle Creek, and that's in Statesboro, Georgia, the gnat capital of America. Our weekends begin on Thursday. The coeds outnumber the men three to two. They are all good-lookin', and they are all rich. And folks, you can't beat that, and you just can't beat Georgia Southern. And you ain't seen nothin' yet."

Georgia Southern’s spirit animal is a man named Erk. He runs the option on offense and takes your head off on defense.

When the school decided it wanted to play football, Erk Russell almost immediately led the Eagles to two I-AA national titles. He picked up the town of Statesboro, called it the most beautiful place he’d ever seen, and loved it like a father. His shadow might hang more fully over the Georgia Southern program than any other coach’s anywhere. And that’s quite the statement.

Erk’s influence over Georgia Southern is such that fans cannot imagine running anything other than the clean, beautiful option. And when a coach tries to change — or when he doesn’t love the option enough — the Eagles fail. It has become self-fulfilling.

Technically, Summers didn’t try to ditch the option when he took over. But he didn’t love it enough. And God could tell.

Summers is a defensive guy. He's not married to any offensive system, and that made people nervous. He's made some reassurances.

"For those of you wanting to ask, we are going to look (offensively) the way we look now," he said. "It'll be the gun option ... the gun, triple-option. What we've got to do is be able to throw the ball."

Still, his coordinator hires were interesting. Summers brought in two locals — former Valdosta State head coach David Dean and former Valdosta high school coach Rance Gillespie — as co-coordinators. Gillespie was Chris Hatcher's offensive coordinator at GS from 2007-09, when he helped unsuccessfully shift from running 75 percent of the time in 2007 to throwing 54 percent of the time in 2009. Meanwhile, at Valdosta State last year, Dean's squad ran just 53 percent of the time.

Last year’s Georgia Southern preview had two major points:

Southern hired a non-option guy as head coach. He promised to keep the option rolling, but his coordinator hires were a bit odd.

The middle of the schedule was brutal, featuring road trips to Western Michigan, Arkansas State, Georgia Tech, and Ole Miss, and a home game against Appalachian State. Those games would define the year.

I was still optimistic, but it was easy to see how things might go wrong based on those two points. They did.

The offensive regression was even worse than imaginable. Southern fell from 40th to 101st in Off. S&P+, and despite the return of two strong option quarterbacks (Kevin Ellison, Favian Upshaw) and star running back Matt Breida, the Eagles fell from ninth in Rushing S&P+ to a stunning 117th.

Southern's identity remained the same in terms of tendencies — the Eagles ran 78 percent of the time on standard downs (sixth in FBS) and 52 percent on passing downs (seventh) — but the confidence was gone.

Technically, Southern got better at throwing the ball, improving from 76th to 61st in Passing S&P+. But what has made Southern so terrifying in years past was sporadic at best. You can’t fake the option.

2016 in review

2016 Georgia Southern statistical profile.

Meanwhile, that five-game gauntlet indeed defined the season.

Western Michigan 49, Georgia Southern 31

Arkansas State 27, Georgia Southern 26

Georgia Tech 35, Georgia Southern 24

Appalachian State 34, Georgia Southern 10

Ole Miss 37, Georgia Southern 27

The Eagles were reasonably competitive but still went 0-5. That required them to go 6-1 in the other games to find bowl eligibility. Instead, they lost at home to UL-Lafayette, then lost for a second straight year to Georgia State.

It's hard to imagine 2016 going much worse for Summers. Not only was Southern's win total nearly cut in half, but he VanGorder'd the offense.

In theory, you can win in Statesboro without running the option. You can win doing whatever you like. But Southern fans know what they like and know what works. They know because Erk showed them. You might not get a second chance to prove yourself if you fail while hinting at a change in identity. VanGorder didn't. Summers just barely did.

Offense

Full advanced stats glossary.

It probably goes without saying that Gillespie and Dean are no longer Georgia Southern's coordinators.

Summers did his best to show his loyalty to King Option by bringing in a Paul Johnson disciple. Johnson was Erk's coordinator for the 1985-86 title teams and led the Eagles to two more titles as head coach. He's spent the last nine seasons at Georgia Tech and has won nine-plus games four times. Summers brought Johnson's quarterbacks and B-backs (fullbacks) coach, Bryan Cook, to run the show.

Cook racked up major rushing yards as co-coordinator at Cal Poly from 2009-12. He passes the option litmus test. We'll see if he can salvage Summers' tenure. (Summers also brought in a new line coach and new receivers coach.)

Cook has quite a bit of rebuilding to do. Ellison, Upshaw, and Breida are gone. Through Southern's first three FBS seasons, this trio accounted for 7,520 rushing yards and 3,585 passing yards. Breida rushed for 3,093 yards in 2014-15, and Ellison rushed for 118 yards and two scores in the Eagles' momentous 2013 upset of Florida.

This was the collective face of Southern's offense for a long time. Their departure hurts, despite dramatic underachievement in 2016.

Also gone: three of the four wideouts who caught more than two balls last season. The reboot is significant, especially when you include two lost starters on the line (including all-conference center Andy Kwon).

If you count the assets instead of the losses, though, you find hope.

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Myles Campbell

Sophomore quarterback Seth Shuman got some experience during last year's disaster, and he could be pushed by Alabama State transfer Ellis Richardson, three-star redshirt freshman Shai Werts, and JUCO transfer Kado Brown. [Update: Shuman’s left the football team, focusing on baseball.] You want options, and Southern's got them in all shapes and sizes.

While Breida was struggling, the trio of Wesley Fields, Demarcus Godfrey, and short-yardage guy L.A. Ramsby combined for 959 rushing yards (5 per carry) and 11 touchdowns. And three-star freshmen Grant Walker and Wesley Kennedy III could help sooner than later.

Slot receiver Myles Campbell is back and could thrive in the right system, and Georgia Tech transfer Mike Summers Jr. knows the offense and averaged 14.8 yards per catch for Tech in 2015. Little-used pieces like junior Malik Henry and sophomores Obe Fortune and Hampton McConnell are certainly fast, and redshirt freshman Darion Anderson, the jewel of the 2016 signing class, could be ready to play a role.

Five linemen with starting experience return, including two-year left tackle Jeremiah Culbreth. Eight of 11 names from last year's two-deep are back, and Georgia transfer Jake Edwards joins the mix.

When you look at things from that perspective, a bounce-back is possible. But Georgia Southern has lost the benefit of the doubt, and Cook has to earn it back.

Defense

Summers is a defensive guy. He had four years of defensive coordinator experience, two at UCF under George O'Leary, and two at Colorado State. So did he at least get the defense going?

Not really. The Eagles fell from 47th to 76th in Def. S&P+. Granted, the secondary had to be completely rebuilt, which is typically the closest thing to kryptonite for a defense, but with the way the offense cratered, Summers could have used a win here.

An experienced front seven was able to do some damage against the run. GASO ranked a decent 55th in Adj. Line Yards, 48th in power success rate, and 33rd in stuff rate.

Southern's front 7 havoc rate ranked a solid 33rd. The secondary: 123rd. After a decent early defensive showing, opponents managed a 62 percent completion rate and a 144 passer rating over the final nine games of the year.

Passer rating was a tipping-point stat for the Eagles.

Opponent passer rating in GASO wins: 118.3 (58% completion rate, 11.4 yards per completion)

Opponent passer rating in GASO losses: 148.3 (60% completion rate, 14.5 yards per completion)

When opponents were getting the ball downfield, the Eagles were probably losing.

So the secondary struggled as expected, but it wasn't getting a ton of help. Southern fell from 59th to 122nd in Adj. Sack Rate despite tons of experience up front.

That experience is no more. Seven of last year's top nine linemen are gone, as are the top three linebackers. There's excellent continuity in the secondary, where eight underclassmen are now sophomores and juniors, but a surge in the back could be met with a collapse in the front.

Summers has recruited well here. We'll see how quickly that can make a difference. Four three-star freshman ends could make a difference, along with three freshman linebackers and a JUCO transfer (Tomarcio Reese). If you can get contributions from a couple, and you luck out from an injuries perspective, maybe you can duct tape a decent front seven together.

Injuries could be devastating, though. End Logan Hunt and tackle Darrius Sapp are the only returning linemen with more than two tackles last year, and senior Chris DeLaRosa and sophomore Todd Bradley are the only linebackers with more than 2.5. There are a lot of former three-star guys up front (not just the freshmen); they'll need to play like it.

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Joshua Moon

Special Teams

One bright spot in 2016: special teams. The punts were pretty short, but the Eagles ranked fourth in field goal efficiency, ninth in kickoffs, and 30th in punt returns on the way to a No. 30 ranking in Special Teams S&P+.

Sophomore Tyler Bass was responsible for the kickoffs and might be a decent replacement for placekicker Younghoe Koo, but the departure of both Koo and punt returner Montay Crockett hurts.

2017 outlook

2017 Schedule & Projection Factors

Date Opponent Proj. S&P+ Rk Proj. Margin Win Probability 2-Sep at Auburn 9 -32.4 3% 9-Sep New Hampshire NR 13.1 78% 23-Sep at Indiana 39 -19.0 14% 21-Oct at Massachusetts 111 -0.6 49% TBA Arkansas State 83 -1.0 48% TBA Georgia State 113 5.9 63% TBA New Mexico State 124 9.5 71% TBA South Alabama 108 4.9 61% TBA at Appalachian State 62 -15.1 19% TBA at Coastal Carolina 114 0.0 50% TBA at Troy 79 -9.2 30% TBA at UL-Lafayette 112 -0.5 49%

Projected S&P+ Rk 98 Proj. Off. / Def. Rk 117 / 71 Projected wins 5.3 Five-Year S&P+ Rk -5.7 (91) 2- and 5-Year Recruiting Rk 95 / 101 2016 TO Margin / Adj. TO Margin* 1 / 2.2 2016 TO Luck/Game -0.5 Returning Production (Off. / Def.) 46% (35%, 57%) 2016 Second-order wins (difference) 5.0 (0.0)

I really, really enjoy Georgia Southern.

I love the option offense and wish more people would run it. I love the unabashed, heavyweight-in-a-welterweight's-body confidence that emits from the fanbase. I love the century's worth of history the Eagles have packed into less than four decades. I love that Russell really existed when, on paper, it seems like he had too much personality for a fictional character. This program is high on my own personal "This is what makes college football, college football" list.

It was frustrating, then, watching the Eagles lose their way. It wasn't that they faltered — that happens to a lot of teams — but they faltered in a way that seemed both existential and preventable.

Knowing this program's history, and knowing how quickly it jettisons a guy who doesn't win immediately — Frank Ellwood went 4-7 in 1996 and was gone, Brian VanGorder went 3-8 in 2006 and vanished — I was a little surprised that Summers was retained. But he now gets a second chance. He has a bonafide Option Guy, and his secondary has all the experience it didn't have. He's got athletes in the skill positions and pieces at quarterback.

Still, when you look at the smoking craters at quarterback, on the defensive line, and in the linebacking corps, it's hard to be immediately optimistic. Summers has three-star replacements lined up everywhere, but even if he does get this ship steadied — if he both gets the time and has the wherewithal to do it — you kind of have to figure it doesn't happen until 2018.

From an S&P+ standpoint, a bowl is feasible. There are three likely losses (at Auburn, at Indiana, at Appalachian State) but S&P+ says there are four virtual tossups (at UMass, Arkansas State, at Coastal Carolina, at UL-Lafayette) and four in which Southern has at least a 61 percent chance of winning (New Hampshire, Georgia State, NMSU, South Alabama).

Win the winnable games, split the tossups, and you're bowling. And maybe that buys you a third year. But expectations have shifted quickly in Statesboro, and that doesn't tend to work for long.

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Success-Syndrome: The Ambition-Depression Connection

When she was just 13 years old, Jenn Cohen fell in love with the circus and was determined to make a career out of it, which was highly unusual at the time.She explained in an inspiring TEDx talk that she worked incredibly hard to get to a point in her career where she “arrived,” performing in Europe, garnering accolades and attention — the place where she always aspired to be.

And yet she felt empty.

“I was under the illusion that once I was able to prove myself, that those feelings of self-doubt and low self-worth would disappear,” she said.

She did feel confident for a moment … but then crashed into a depression. The passion that had sustained her up to that point, that had helped her push through her childhood and dark areas in her life, was no longer enough to keep her going. I was very moved by her account of that moment when she realized her life force was going to have to come from something other than being the best, or from achieving a certain milestone in her career. She explained:

Once that moment [of confidence] passed, I realized it was at that moment that I had succeeded, and yet I still felt that I wasn’t good enough. I thought, when I’m at the top of my career, I will feel loved. I will be in front of audiences and that will fill me. I will feel good enough, I can take it in. I can receive. Once I am successful, I can feel good about myself.

That didn’t happen. And in fact, that is a lesson that, even though I learned it very acutely at that point in my life, I continue to have to relearn. And I forget and remember and forget and remember that success isn’t what brings me happiness. That feeling of self-worth has to come from a place inside.

In 2008, Cohen went on to found the Circus Project with the mission of empowering homeless and at-risk youth and young adults through the development of innovative and skilled circus productions. Pursuing a larger purpose and meaning in life was part of her recovery.

Success Syndrome: Traps that Ensnare Ambitious People

In his new book If You’re So Smart, Why Aren’t You Happy?, Raj Raghunathan, PhD, professor of marketing at the University of Texas McCombs School of Business in Austin, uncovers seven happiness traps (or “sins,” he calls them) that highly ambitious, smart, and successful people fall into, as well as seven happy habits that will help them — one turnaround for each trap.

The second trap he notes is the pursuit of superiority, which I think is a common and dangerous deception that many of us experience. We believe that if we’re the best at what we do, then we will be complete and our jiggly center will be replaced by a strong foundation; a strong, solid sense of self will fill in the holes of our insecurities and self-doubt if we can master our trade.

But, Raghunathan asserts, what often happens is that the greater our need for superiority, the lower our level of happiness. “This means that regardless of how wealthy, famous, powerful, or attractive you are compared with others, the more you strive for superiority, the less happy you will be,” he writes in the book. Conversely, he points out, research shows that the less attention you pay to how much better or worse you are than others, the happier you’re likely to be.

For a study published in 2014 researchers at the University of California in Berkeley evaluated feelings of self-worth — inflated and deflated — as well as the motivation to pursue power in more than 600 young men and women. What they found was a link between those feelings and motivations and mental illnesses, including depression, bipolar disorder, anxiety, and narcissistic personality disorder. Sheri Johnson, PhD, a professor of psychology at UC Berkeley and a senior author of the study, wrote that “people prone to depression or anxiety reported feeling little sense of pride in their accomplishments and little sense of power.”1

Other researchers have shown that depression can arrive on the heels of 15 minutes of fame. Take the case of Robert O’Donnell, the paramedic who in 1987 saved young Jessica McClure, who had fallen into a well. He relished the praise and became so addicted to the attention that when it stopped, he became clinically depressed. Nearly eight years after the event, O’Donnell shot himself.2

Addicted to Productivity

Cohen’s testimony in her TEDx talk is particularly poignant for me right now, because I’m in the process of making the painful shift she did awhile back: acknowledging that what I thought would fill me up (success in my career, being someone important) isn’t enough to keep me going. There were periods during this most recent depressive episode when I couldn’t work, which forced me to confront my addiction to productivity — and how much of my identity and self-worth is based on my career.

I’m trying to get comfortable with the idea that I am a human BEING not DOING, and that being a child of God is enough. With therapy and lots of soul searching, I am digging inside for the strength that lies at my core — naked, unassociated with any accolade or achievement.

Richard Rohr, a Franciscan priest and founder of the Center for Action and Contemplation, calls this “falling upward”: the moment you’re hit with some kind of failure or illness, embarrassment, or pain that makes you reevaluate your priorities and life philosophies. You transition from the first half of life — which is all about building your identity and setting goals and finding answers — to the second half of life: embracing your darker sides, getting comfortable with ambiguity, pursuing a simplicity where there is meaning in the mundane. We return, in other words, to the person we already are, but whom we don’t know.

Do You Have Too Many Cows?

Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh tells a wonderful Zen story that I believe captures why ambition breeds depression. In his book You Are Here, he writes:

One day the Buddha was sitting in the wood with 30 or 40 monks. They had an excellent lunch and they were enjoying the company of each other. There was a farmer passing by, and the farmer was very unhappy. He asked the Buddha and the monks whether they had seen his cows passing by. The Buddha said they had not seen any cows passing by.

The farmer said, “Monks, I’m so unhappy. I have twelve cows and I don’t know why they all ran away. I have also a few acres of a sesame seed plantation, and the insects have eaten up everything. I suffer so much I think I am going to kill myself.

The Buddha said, “My friend, we have not seen any cows passing by here. You might like to look for them in the other direction.”

So the farmer thanked him and ran away, and the Buddha turned to his monks and said, “My dear friends, you are the happiest people in the world. You don’t have any cows to lose. If you have too many cows to take care of, you will be very busy.

“That is why, in order to be happy, you have to learn the art of cow releasing. You release the cows one by one. In the beginning, you thought that those cows were essential to your happiness, and you tried to get more and more cows. But now you realize that cows are not really conditions for your happiness; they constitute an obstacle for your happiness. That is why you are determined to release your cows.

I am trying to release my cows.

One by one.

References:

Tang-Smith, E., Johnson, S. L. and Chen, S. (2015), The dominance behavioural system: A multidimensional transdiagnostic approach. Psychol Psychother Theory Res Pract, 88: 394–411. doi:10.1111/papt.12050

Belkin, L. (1995, July 23) Death on the CNN curve. New York Times. Retrieved from http://ift.tt/2wlYzR3

Originally posted on Sanity Break at Everyday Health.

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Success-Syndrome: The Ambition-Depression Connection

And yet she felt empty.

“I was under the illusion that once I was able to prove myself, that those feelings of self-doubt and low self-worth would disappear,” she said.

Success Syndrome: Traps that Ensnare Ambitious People

Addicted to Productivity

Do You Have Too Many Cows?

Vietnamese Buddhist monk Thich Nhat Hanh tells a wonderful Zen story that I believe captures why ambition breeds depression. In his book You Are Here, he writes:

The Buddha said, “My friend, we have not seen any cows passing by here. You might like to look for them in the other direction.”

I am trying to release my cows.

One by one.

References:

Belkin, L. (1995, July 23) Death on the CNN curve. New York Times. Retrieved from http://www.nytimes.com/1995/07/23/magazine/death-on-the-cnn-curve.html

Originally posted on Sanity Break at Everyday Health.

from World of Psychology https://psychcentral.com/blog/archives/2017/08/02/success-syndrome-the-ambition-depression-connection/

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