#it's like a review without structure and only crying

[chloeseyeliner]

[attention:general spoilers for the movie Dead Poets Society and the play which is now put on in Greece.]

I was finally able to watch the Dead Poets Society play,the greek version,and...let me just say,I got goosebumps from the acting,the scenery,the direction,the music (shoutout to Μαρίζα Ρίζου,she always eats and leaves no crumbs)...everything was just spectacular,to say the least.

(weren't we in a public space,I would sob my eyes out-I have this inability to cry in front of people,so...haha...)

I have been a part of this fandom for three and a half years and I have had my (unhealthy,lmao-) obession with this movie more than a few times.with thay being said,I just wanted to share some highlights here,apart from the script parts they followed to the letter:

(which I hope it is not "illegal",or anything,lol,it's not my intention at all!but I do believe it is not,for it is not a photograph or a video from the show,so.)

they began the play with mr.Keating (presumably near the end of his life??) reminiscing what he did wrong and right in his life,a trip through his memory of which we saw the part where he was hired to Welton to teach.

the platonic.physical.affection!!!!like,the dead poets were much more physically affectionate with each other,hugs and hair ruffling etc. were there almost in every scene between everyone.

they got rid of the party scene,guys,gals and non-binary pals!!!also,Knox was still kind of annoying (yes,this is just my opinion,I am sorry) but not as creepy as in the movie when it came to Chris-like,he still went to her school and recited the poem to her,but she was much more herself and not as "passive" (I am afraid it is not the right term,but forgive me,it's nearly two a.m. here,lol) in the relationship as in the movie,in the amount they (meaning the people working for the play) were able to do that.still not fanon Knox,but I liked him better,lol-

GINNY DANBURRY,AAAA!they realised our girl's potential!she was even singing when playing Hermia-ethereal,stunning,beautiful,what can I even say about her!still a small part,though,but seeing her as an active character in the story almost brought me to tears (yes,I love Ginny that much,I have even written fanfiction with her as a protagonist which I haven't shared,keep scrolling-).

they got rid of some of the racist stuff-kept the n*wanda (twice mentioned,if I am not mistaken) and the indian symbol of fertility thing,though...

if you thought I would leave Neil and Todd out of this,dear reader of this post,you are fooling yourself.first of all,in the desk set scene they used a Yale mug with the same script,except in the end,Neil turns it into a basketball game with the mug and when Todd scores two points,Neil is loudly cheering for him or something,they both stop at some point for mere seconds and then,out of the blue,Todd falls into Neil's arms and they hug for a little while,Todd saying thank you,Neil and it's so freaking beautiful I almost cried right then and there.

(tw:mr.Perry,mention of physical violence,suicide mention)

also,they were rehearsing for Neil's play in their bedroom,giggling and all that anderperry jazz,and then,all of the sudden,Neil's awful father comes in and slaps Neil for disobeying him and going to the play and it goes how we all know it goes after that...

they switched between Neil's suicide scene and Todd reading his poem in the cave,the others following suit and reading,as well;Charlie(?),Ginny and Todd read last,and Neil looks at Ginny while she is reading and then it's Todd's turn-when he finishes his poem,they sort of lock eyes and Neil goes behind Chris,Ginny and the dead poets and...well.pulls a Neil Perry.

I won't mention the scenes after that.

overall,it was one of the most beautiful and wonderful things I have ever seen.

*it's just so...unfair (a light word is used here,just because) that the greek government wants to degrade artists' university and college degrees to those of secondary school's graduates.

art is what makes us feel alive.

or,like mr.Keating himself said:[...]poetry,beauty,romance,love;these are what we stay alive for.*

#thank you student discount #this play broke me #this movie broke me #and i love it #also the todd and neil thing can be read as platonic or romantic whatever you like and prefer #hope it is not 'illegal' like i said at first lmao- #it's like a review without structure and only crying #anderperry #dead poets society #mr keating #todd anderson #ginny danburry #chris noel #neil perry #stephen meeks #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #richard cameron #lastly my mom most definitely became a huge part of the fandom- #if i knew it some years ago- #i am rambling #*in jack edward's voice* byebyeee!

[thislovintime]

On the set of Head, 1968.

“‘What stood out for me with Davy as an artist was his spontaneous stagecraft,’ Tork recalls. ‘He enjoyed himself on stage, for sure, gloried in his part. He was so alert as an entertainer and so relaxed that things would come to him out of the blue and he would just go with them. He could be incredibly funny. Micky and I were always breaking up on stage. [...] I’m so sorry he’s gone. I’m going to miss that wit and heart.’” - Billboard, March 1, 2012

“Genuine, reliable and huggable, Peter is a natural person — really gets off on talent — loves other musicians and can jam along with the best of ‘em. I saw him holding his own with Hendrix, Stills, Young. He encouraged me no end. Bought me my first guitar and my first drum kit. […] Never really got into fashions — he had his own. The first guy I ever met who wore different-colored socks. Wore his belt buckle on the side. Hated boots. Always had on sandals or moccasins. He used to walk with a swagger, swinging his arms with a confident air. He calmed hysteria, and lifted depression. ‘Dried banana, anybody? Piece of orange?’ — smiling, waving, running his hand through his hair. He knew all the crew by their first names. Kids crying at his feet he lifted and hugged like a father calming a child. Health food was just starting to catch on in the sixties and Peter was kind of a forerunner of that whole scene. I’m afraid that sort of image was a little thin for two other guys I could mention, but I understood — I really did. And I think he knew it. […] He’s the most musically talented of us all by a mile. His songs are real. ‘For Pete’s Sake’ — which replaced the Monkees Theme at the end of the some of the shows of the second season — is one of my all-time favorite songs by anybody. I’ve joked a lot about Peter giving everything away. But it was true. He was always giving his spare room to someone who needed it for the night — anyone. And he always seemed far away somewhere — in a different space. But I’m glad I know him. Of all the things he gave, he gave me lots of laughs — and food for thought.” - Davy Jones

“[Micky] and Mike and I have a very cordial relationship and share a lot of common topics. We go to lunch together when we’re all in town and have a good time. I love and respect each of these guys in their own way, although the real joys that I shared with Davy were special. At one point we had some good hard connections but as the years rolled on, those things faded away. But I am sorry to see Davy go. He was the one member in the group that I had the strongest human connection with. I still have two guys that I love and respect left from the band, but we share a different dynamic.” - Peter Tork, Review Mag, May 27, 2016

"I only now have, in the last couple of years, come to understand how smart and good-hearted Davy Jones could be. I did not have the skills to notice that, even though I was drawn to it without knowing exactly why. But I certainly did not have the first clue of how to encourage all of the good stuff from Davy that I loved. I wish I could have known how to do it - and he might still be with us, even.” - Las Vegas Weekly, September 14, 2016 (x)

“Well, I’ve never been really close with Michael [Nesmith] for some reason. You know, I have a lot of respect for him and admiration. But somehow we’ve never integrated. We’ve never been warm with each other. We worked together and did pretty well at it really.” - Peter Tork, Clevescene, March 13, 2017

Q: “I’m curious about the various reunions that happened over the years. Is it safe to say that you guys were never really friends?” Peter Tork: “Oh, I don’t know. I would say I was pretty good friends with Micky, and there was a lot of love between me and Davy. I have a lot of respect for Mike Nesmith and we’ve structured ways to work together. Things rotate. It’s like having a basketball team. You know, gosh, it’s like having a championship basketball team. They go on the road every so often and do tours, you know, just exhibition tours but fortunately your music skills don’t deteriorate as fast as your basketball skills do, but I wouldn’t know what else to compare it to. We had a chance to go out together and we took it, and we had a great time, and if we were not friends at all we would not have been able to do it. We played tours months and months long: ‘86, ‘87, ‘89, ‘91, ‘92, ‘96, ‘97, 2001, 2002 and 2011, so we couldn’t have been such enemies.” - Phawker, circa 2012; re-published 2019

And a throwback to Michael's 1972 Hit Parader comments about Peter in an older post.

#Peter Tork #Davy Jones #Micky Dolenz #Michael Nesmith #Tork quotes #The Monkees #Monkees #Peter and Davy #Peter and Micky #Peter and Michael #long read #Head (1968) #Billboard Magazine #Clevescene #Las Vegas Weekly #Phawker #can you queue it

[darklight-owl]

Owl Reviews Stuff She Just Finished: Professor Layton vs. Phoenix Wright

So yk I didn't know what to expect going into this game, I'd seen really funny dialogue of it and mostly got it because I was extremely hyperfixated on Layton. But I did NOT expect such an emotional rollercoaster of a game with themes that tie into both Professor Layton and Ace Attorney and utilizes the strengths of each series so efficiently. I did not expect this game to make me cry. I did not expect this game to become one of my favorite Professor Layton AND Ace Attorney titles. But it did so I have to talk about it.

With two successful IPs on the cover this game could have easily been halfassed but every corner of it is full of passion for both titles. I mentioned before how they build off and complement each other and I think that's a result of the people working on this game having an in-depth knowledge of what makes PL and AA work and what their shortcomings are.

For example (I mentioned this in the liveblogs but may as well repeat myself here) Ace Attorney games are often limited to just the courtroom and investigation, not to mention you're not going to see 90% of the characters ever again after the case is done. This is serviceable for the kind of game AA is but it makes the world itself feel a bit uninteresting. However Professor Layton games have you confined to one town and make you explore it in depth, with recurring background characters who all have different (yet basic) personalities. Because of this, the Layton segments where you walk around town become crucial parts of the game where you can interact with future or past witnesses as they go about their lives, making these witch trials feel like they're taking part within an actual community, which make the emotional beats in the trials hit REALLY hard.

In turn, AA strengthens PL by adding variety. Layton games can be a bit monotonous if you're not engaged since the gameplay mostly consists of talking to people and solving an occassional puzzle, and there's a lack of interesting smaller mysteries to keep the audience engaged while they work on solving the bigger ones. But Ace Attorney games thrive on side stories, they're what make the trials so interesting! So by adding the smaller mysteries in the form of witch trials and mixing in clues about what the Hell is going on in Laberynthia you make a much more dynamic story that never feels like you're getting nowhere.

Enough about story structure and nerd stuff like that though, let's talk characters!

I love the main four and have always loved the main four so I'm not gonna talk abt them. The original characters for this game were freaking amazing. I see a lot of people really dislike Espella (which is understandable since she's probably the weakest of the cast) but she's pretty alright imo. She's going through a lot of things with the entire town despising her and [SPOILERS] so it makes sense why she would act the way she does, even then I feel like most heartfelt moments with her were a bit forced, which kind of lessens the impact of the last scene. I LOVE the relationship between her and [ANOTHER SPOILER] as well as the dynamic she has with Maya though.

I LOVE BARNHAM. He's one of my favorite prosecutors, he may not have any deep angst or trauma like so many of my favs do, but he's just a well meaning dude who thinks he's doing what he needs to to protect his town, even if it means casting wiitches into the flames. He also goes through a little character arc of his own where he also starts to bend the rules, the only laberynthian to do so. It's fun. Barnham is my best friend.

Unfortunately I can't talk about Darklaw or The Storyteller without getting into spoilers but basically: I love Darklaw and think she deserves the world, I'm on the fence about The Storyteller and feel like parts of his character were extremely rushed.

The secondary characters are also great, you have your classic goofy witnesses but also some really heartfelt characters and relationships in the trials, this is nothing new for Ace Attorney but when you include the conscious knowledge that these characters are going to be cast into the fire then these mini stories are enough to move me to tears (Looking at you, Golden Court).

Anyway, overall a fantastic experience that caught me completely off guard. No notes. I give it 10 burning witches out of 10.

Oh. And also:

#once again spoiler free so i can convince you to like the things i like #sorry for the incomprehensible rambling these 'reviews' are essentially excuses to ramble anyway so #i have a lot more concrete thoughts on this than i did for ghost trick i think thats bc im familiar with these series and ik how they work #owl reviews stuff she just finished #plvspw #professor layton vs phoenix wright #plvsaa #professor layton #ace attorney

[captaincaptainfisher]

Growth records, entry 6.

The specimen escaped.

I turn my back for two minutes. *Two minutes.* And it manages to make it's way out of my chamber.

I have sent an overseer to follow it, and am currently viewing it from my can. I have not yet discovered how to remove myself from my can without the help of the ancients. I am helpless to follow.

...He's too young for this. Too inexperienced. I don't even know if he's old enough to be attached to the cycle yet. If I lose him, it could be forever. He's never been outside the can before... he has no knowledge of outside threats other than Spearmaster's stories.

If anything... It should be an interesting field experiment. And I suppose I-... I can always just... Make another. There is no reason why this prototype should be special to me. Though it would be a shame for all my progress to be lost... Yes. That must be why I am afraid. A mere loss of progress.

...Ahem... The specimen has found a sharpened piece of lumbar. How it knows it should carry this makeshift spear, I do not know. I assume from Spearmaster. Regardless, it is currently making it's way through the underground tunnels beneath my structure.

....

There is a mimic lizard on the cave ceiling.

I see it. The specimen does not.

This creature is slow... But if it catches my specimen on it's first drop, then he will have no chance of escape.

He is about to walk underneath it...

...

...Oh... Oh, my.

It, uhm... he seemed to hear it falling. He executed a backwards roll that I have never seen before, angling the spear upwards to pierce the lizard's throat.

It is dead. He is not.

He seems to be in shock of his own actions. A clumsy, instinctive move, but on this day, it saved his life.

He is eating the lizard's flesh... And now he is on his way. Though he's keeping half an eye on the ceiling now. He has learned the hard way how unsafe he is out there. And yet... He is still going.

Several days ago, he sat beside me while we reviewed overseer footage. I only hope he remembers enough from it to know the way out of these tunnels.

He left so late in the cycle... The rains will come soon, and I cannot stop them. I cannot protect him. I do not even know if he knows what the safe dens look like.

He has not eaten enough... there is little meat on a mimic lizard. He will be hungry next cycle. I hope he comes back.

The caves are shaking. The rain is coming. He is panicking, running through the tunnels, tripping and falling in his hysteria. He is crying again in his fear, though who for, I don't know. He understands by now that he has no mother to guide him. Only... Only me.

...There is a den up ahead. The rain is pouring into the tunnels, and he is now treading water in his hurry to make his way towards it. The world is loud and painful and shaking and overwhelming. The den is only slightly distinct from any other tunnel... I do not know...

...

...He... He has made it.

He is still crying. Shaking with the cold and the fear while he lies there in the moss. But he is safe... He is alive, thank the ancients.

...

...I too am shaking. Why am I shaking? I am safe and sound in my chamber.

...I... May be failing to maintain neutral feelings towards this specimen.

I hope he comes back to me tomorrow.

Stand by for updates.

Recording ends.

#my ocs #rainworld #slugcat #slugcat oc #scug #scug oc #rain world scug #rw scug #scugsona #rw iterator #iterator oc #iterator #SOC growth records

[incarnateirony]

Looking over my boss' review of my performance the other day and I honestly kinda wanna good cry

Only person in the center with a 100% case sub rate.

Notes on my unusual linguistic style, both general structure and ability to adjust it to almost any chatter

Notes on my save rate, which is different than a sub rate, but except, oh wait, no it fucking isn't. (Really I lost one but due to how it happened it statistically does not appear as a failure, not that the center counts it as failures as there's almost no expectation on rate, but *I* consider it failure. But really, they were already gone. They just needed a witness. And a psychopomp).

highest positive case resolution vs PSAP response, highest save to lowest involuntary calls

"Ability to understand issues unspoken by clients." only way she could summarize me accidentally mindreading the one motherfucker right before the review kSJDFKSDJFSKDJFSKDJF

Notes on exceptional understanding of psychology, was asked if I had a phd or something, no, and I sure as shit ain't explaining why. "Must be a natural gift" mhmyeah.

me out here saving lives doing advanced hermetic psychobending and shadow work full time 40 hours a week on government pay while [redacted redacted redacted] social media and I STILL have this dumb slut chasing me trying to pretend she can do the same shit while selling her 9.99 miss cleo pendants writ in motherfuckin octopese oh my god SPOT THE DIFFERENCE

Jesus fuck, one of us is saving lost souls, literally, lost on the path, and facing and walking with death every single day to do it, while giving him tribute of an entire company he can pull the strings and fuck around with and the hands on deck at it to do what is needed. The other is scamming people in anime jibberish and grooming her bf into thinking hermes looks like her ex and basically fetish roleplaying as me, and keeps pretending it's All Fair Play.

Maybe you wouldn't be such a vacant brained slut if you'd actually read even a single fucking book he tried to get you to read in two decades. You might even be able to channel your own joke one day, dumb bitch. Then again, humor requires a personality, and you refuse to develop an identity of your own beyond "fat bitch eats candy, tries to do everything ex did with negative IQ understanding, spews anime octopus jibberish as wisdom, malds that only her 3 cult members are dumb enough to believe in her magic shit, even 14 year olds know better". So.

Shealyn, I don't know how to explain this, but You Are Not Me. It's become increasingly obvious you are choosing to disassociate from reality at this point, but You Are Not Me. I am Aaron, you are not. I am the quarter century hermetic student, you are not. I am the one in the walls of every area you hold sacred online whether you understand and accept that or not, you are not. I am the one taking actual measurable actions that have literal statistics as results, you are not. You are a woman who could only steal an inside joke without understanding she cursed herself to octopus jibberish, and your quality and reliability has not improved since. Like you can't even design your own characters, you have to copy mine. You literally have zero identity of your own and objectively refuse to build one, just mimic everyone around you and play games.

You. Have. No. Identity. Like it's not even an insult to call you empty. You are literally vacant. You believe in nothing for real, you know nothing for real, you identify with nothing for real, you understand nothing for real, it's just a big fucking void of you trying to masquerade as a human shaped object copying everyone around you. Get a fucking identity. That is literally Hermes 101, you retard. What Is Your Identity. It can't be me. I'm not sure why you keep getting that fucked up. It can't be me, it can't be me and a friend's inside joke, it can't be him, it can't be throwing yourself away to channel whenever you're bored. You are literally the biggest retard I've ever met pretending to channel him while spewing shit directly contrary to every religious doctrine from him ever but just conveniently what you want to hear. And see, since apparently it's MY FUCKING FACE STILL.

GET. YOUR. OWN. IDENTITY. OR. DIE. ALREADY.

Avoiding the truth and drawing more broken circles won't fix it. Doubling down is your only personality trait, right into the fucking empty ass pit. Like you have (1) personality feature and it's being irredeemably retarded and bound for the void since you love surrendering yourself. That's what that feeling you've been having at night, behind your blog posts where you pretend to be happy, is coming from. That's why you're ripping out your hair, Shealyn. It's because you literally lack a personality or identity. And you know, we're all soul stuff. Your identity is the only thing that makes you who you are in the soul stuff. People like you? Who can't commit? You think they last out there? People who don't know who they are, what they want, and would rather be anywhere or anyone else? Or do you think, maybe, the same mindset just absolves them of having to think. Permanently. Scrape off any dirt your old personality leaves on it and try to make a NOT abominable human being out of the space vacated.

That feeling you have at night is your void, Shea. Deal with it, stop trying to fill it with me. At best you're begging we subsume you in the afterlife as some weird sub aspect of OURSELVES and like, ew. We eat healthier than that, no. Do not want. Like I'm all down for finishing my apotheosis but if my first person in personal paradise was Shealyn Rachel Bonds I'd commit godly suicide to return to earth and start over again just to avoid her.

Maybe that's why I'm here. I did some fucked up god shit at some point and someone decided to curse me with the Shealyn Bonds experience in a mortal life, or I killed my godly self trying to get away from her after Pompeii. Cuz she truly do be doing the stalker bs. It's funny because in RP, she was always aware "wow! These women are psycho and all think he's in love with them! Why can't they see he wants them to go away?" meanwhile he's beating her with a wifflebat, assailing her with seventeen forms of media, smashing her spider and telling her to die in a cosmic fire and she's like HM WONDER WHO THATS FOR.

Maybe reincarnation is less a punishment thing and more the gods dumping out the trashcan to get people like her off their lawn. "[sigh] Nemesis, Hermes' elephantine stalker is humping the window again--" "Goddamnit we JUST got those smudges off from her greasy cheeks last time. TO THE VICTORIAN ERA WITH YOU"

[bookishlydazed]

All That's Left In The World by Erik J. Brown

Review (spoiler free beginning and spoiler at the bottom)

Genre/s: Apocalyptic fiction, Lgbtq romance

My rating: * * * * * 4.75

Pacing: Medium-fast

Pages (digital): 345

Summary per back of the book :

 When Andrew stumbles upon Jamie's house, he's injured, starved, and has nothing left to lose. A deadly pathogen has killed off most of the world's population, including everyone both boys have ever loved. And if this new world has taught them anything, it's to be scared of what other desperate people will do . . . so why does it seem so easy for them to trust each other?

After danger breaches their shelter, they flee south in search of civilization. But something isn't adding up about Andrew's story, and it could cost them everything. And Jamie has a secret, too. He's starting to feel something more than friendship for Andrew, adding another layer of fear and confusion to an already tumultuous journey.

The road ahead of them is long, and to survive, they'll have to shed their secrets, face the consequences of their actions, and find the courage to fight for the future they desire, together. Only one thing feels certain: all that's left in their world is the undeniable pull they have toward each other.

Spoiler Free Review:

Ok so to start off just for your reference. I read this book on my kindle and now I want a physical copy. That's how much I loved it. I would 100% recommend you read this book and I don't even really like apocalyptic fiction. So why didn't I give it 5 stars. In my five star rating system one of the criteria is that it has to make me cry and this didn't. Thus the 4.75 of five star rating. However this does not mean that it wasn't an incredible read. I loved so much about this book from the pacing, characters, the world structure to little things like how covid was dealt with and how subtle changes in personality affected the characters. Truly this is one of my favorite reads of 2023 so far. 

The pacing of this book was very good. I was never bored while reading this book(a very hard thing to do for me honestly). Though a lot happens it never felt rushed or too much at one time. Everything happened when it should have taken too long to happen either. 

The world itself was kind of cool. Yea it was a “modern america” but because so much had changed so had the world. The way that Brown wrote this world in my opinion is very realistic. It follows a pattern that I could definitely see happening in real time should a super flu come about. 

I loved all of the main characters in this book, which I can't say very often. Most of the time there is just one that kind of gets to me. However in this book brown wrote each character in a that you have to like but not so much that they seem unrealistic. They all feel real. Another thing I liked was that I could very easily distinguish one character from he next. I have always found that to be a struggle for some reason. Every character was clear and unique.

Lastly, I just have to say this was Erik J. Brown’s debut novel. It’s incredible. I mean this book was so so good and for it to be his first just wow!!

More In-Depth Review  - SPOILERS BELOW!! Also just like a collection of thoughts in no real order…

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First I have to talk about Jamie and Andrew and their slow burn romance. I really liked how it wasn't rushed. I mean there were plenty of moments where I think both characters had acknowledged that they loved the other and could have made a move. But they didn't. It created this great tension within their relationship. As much as their first kiss, that whole bedroom thing at Fort Caroline(FC) and so many others there, time spent in the cabin is probably my favorite part. It was calm and one of the only times they could just be. Their relationship was new but over those few months they began to trust each other and it was beautiful. Without that time I don't know if they would have made it honestly. 

Henri was so cute. She was the classic tough lady who I honestly thought was gay in the beginning but that was just me stereotyping her. I really hope that they made it back to her and she was alive and willing to go to Florida to see her daughter. 

I really don't know what to think of Cara. She didn't have muchpage time and didn't seem to have much personality. And maybe that's because she was just shy and traumatized but I do wish we could have gotten more time with her. I never completely trusted her either because of that. 

As I said before, I love all of the main characters. I even fell in love with dead ones. I mean hearing Jamie's descriptions of his mother were so heartbreaking. But being able to see what kind of person she was was great. And Andrew's sister, the fosters and their kids, all of the people who were lost. 

There was a point when they met Chris, Desiree and Keith I thought they were going to start gathering people and making their own little civilization. But i guess that's not really them

As much as I hate FC and everything it stands for, I liked the depiction of it. How they pretty much reverted back. And much as I wish I didn't think this, I think it is honestly accurate to what would happen. As awful as that is. 

When Jamie shot and killed Harvey Rosewood I mean that was heartbreaking. Not for Harvey of course but for Jamie. When Jamie kind of lost it was so sad. It really wasn't his fault, just circumstance. I hope that one day he can heal from that. 

When I was reading the chapter that Jamie gets shot in I didn't realize the time. So when the chapter ended i actually had to leave and it was awful i had no idea if he survived or not. It was excruciating. Anyway obviously I'm glad he did survive. I really thought he wasn't for a second but I guess that's the point. 

That last chapter. I love how you have no idea who's talking. Whether its Jamie or Andrew. At first I hated it, not going to lie but now that I've had time to think about it, it's great. I like to think Andrew is narrating it because I think Jamie would be out on the dock but i don't know maybe not. I understand their predicament in the last chapter though, should they stay or go. Once the world starts to awaken again and communication with other surviving settlements begins, FC could find them. But would FC honestly care and plus if there are so many people living in the Florida settlement could FC even find them, would they even want to. If Jamie and Andrew left they may have a better chance of surviving but they could just as easily be killed by another settlement or people. If I Were in their position I would probably stay in FLorida. They have friends there, people they trust, a home. I think they should stay and fight for it. 

Quotes: 

“Funny how little things can feel so big when you haven't done them in a while”(Andrew, pg. 187 digital)

“We are facing the end and it’s not okay but it is. It’s all okay, the world ended and there’s nothing left but shit. And him. Us. so that's all right, then.” (Andrew, pg. 285 digital)

“”You can use my shirt to wipe your snot,” he says. “If we’re going to die, i’d rather you not kiss me one final time and confess you love to me with snot flying out of your nose””(Jamie, pg.285 digital)

#book blog #book #book review #apocalypse #apocalyptic fiction #igbtq #lgbtq #lqbtq romance #all thats left in the world #erik j brown #first book review

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Breathless

Nine years ago, I fell in love with Breathless. Time has aged her since, but poems of chaos, having little structure, are gloriously free from decay. They die young, but as the novelist Parvulesco (Jean-Pierre Melville) of the film says when asked his ambition in life: "Devenir immortel . . . et puis mourir." A Bout de Souffle is the immortal spirit of Rimbaud's cry: "I shall lose and come to regard as sacred the disorder of my mind!"

On a hot summer day in 1959, Jean-Paul Belmondo stumbled down la rue Campagne Premiere breathless, a bullet in his back, dropped to the pavement, smoked out the butt of his Gitane, grimaced at Jean Seberg, told her, ''G'est vraiment degueulasse," closed his own eyes, died, and entered my imagination forever. I suppose because, more than Brando, Welles, Olivier, and so on, he was what I really wanted to be then. As I saw a movie and was still young and fanciful enough to imitate, for several days at least, a fictional lifest}4e (never to much good except eventually my own disillusionment), so Belmondo himself copped his lifestyle in the movies. The difference was he stuck by it. If he bought Bogart, then it was to his glory he played him to the end. "Vivre dangereusement jusqu' au bout," proclaims a movie poster on the Champs-Elysees. Patricia turns to Michel, saying, "I want to know what's behind your mask." Michel takes his cigarette out of his mouth and, mimicking Bogart, caresses his lips with his thumb, telling us all we have to know. Belmondo alias Lazlo Kovacs alias Michel Poiccard is an image of an image in an endless hall of mirrors and nothing more. It's authentic and it consists of Bogart's integrity, to which, if in parody, Belmondo is scrupulously honest.

Breathless is more yet. It's like a soft easy edge of wind. It's sticking somebody up in a bathroom because suddenly it occurs that nothing in the world could be so natural and easy and not a ''crime"; it's beating up a cowardly garage owner who needs a good beating up; it's stealing cars because people have cars and why should they have cars in the first place if I can't take them; it's killing a policeman because suddenly he wants to put me in a cage and who is he to do so because I drove too fast down a country road shooting at the sun because the sun is sitting there wanting to be shot at, in a world full of double crossers, crooks, thieves, con men, ratters, and lovers who betray because it is their nature to betray. And in the void what is it you would choose, Seberg asks, "grief or nothing?" "Grief," Michel answers, "is a waste of time. I take nothing. . . ." and on nothing, "les palais de notre chimeres" (the palace of our illusions) out of imagination will be built.

Twelve years have since passed, and I've grown older into my twenties. A certain amount of adventure is behind me now, and I'm developing my own lifestyle, which, having never stolen a car or killed a policeman, in no way resembles Belmondo's. So I see Breathless again, not without a little irritation gnawing at me as I think how moral I've become, and what sort of social consciousness is it that leads me to condemn this flaunting young hoodlum, all the while secretly preferring, by some curious double standard, the maturer nihilism of Weekend. It makes sense, though, doesn't it, the dictum being that the greater the crime, the more people cannibalized, the more dignity there is to it? Is Breathless passe? Yes, to those of us who can only live in the present, with a narrow but penetrating view out of which revolutions are made. Godard himself will disown Breathless because he is a crusader, and Breathless is a classic for which he has no use.

-A then unknown Oliver Stone's review of Breathless, May 11 1972, The Village Voice

#oliver stone #breathless #jean luc godard #the village voice

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TBA 2 edits progress update:

It does not have a title yet. I gave it a title, which my editor didn't vibe with. My editor gave it a title, which I didn't vibe with. We are now back to the drawing board on titles.

I'm technically doing structural edits right now. For me, any kind of editing that's going to involve shifting scenes around is a rewrite from the beginning, so that's what I've been doing the last couple of weeks. I just finished that rewrite. At 104k, it's almost 11k shorter than the previous draft, but still longer than it should be.

There is lots of work still to do before I hand in this draft, including smoothing out the scenes either side of the bigger cuts I've made, and working on ensuring character motivations and actions actually line up throughout.

Although it's undergone various changes since then, this book has been edited a lot less than TBA had, and is still fundamentally a book I wrote in 2014. Editing is therefore a collaboration with my past self, but I think I need to be bolder about asserting my present self at times, because every problem I found in this draft was the result of letting something stay from an earlier version without interrogating whether it was actually working.

Editing a sequel when real readers are reacting to and reviewing book 1 is definitely a different experience. I'm very aware that I am writing for an existing audience now rather than a new, hypothetical one.

I'm planning to listen to the TBA audiobook before I embark on the next stage of edits, because I think it's the easiest way to make sure the rhythms of the language are securely in my head so that book 2 will feel like it "matches", stylistically.

The body count has been somewhat reduced from the previous draft. It is still alarmingly high.

One of the only mentions of Rory the Cat got cut in this round of edits. I am working to include her elsewhere, to fix this.

And about TBA 2 itself:

The plan is for this book to come out in May next year.

It should have an updated map of Espera showing the new locations.

We see a lot more of the city in this book, and the relationships between different factions within Espera.

There are a lot more characters, which also gives the opportunity for more canonical queerness, including multiple trans and nonbinary characters.

There's one scene that made my editor cry and it made me cry too. Hopefully it will make you guys cry as well and then we can all cry together.

Pretty much nobody is having a good time in this book. :)

#tba2 teasers #tba 2

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Movie Review | A Cry in the Dark (Schepisi, 1988)

The Important Cinema Club podcast recently did an episode on Meryl Streep and one of the more intriguing insights they offered was that Streep's portrayal of the kind of characters she chose to play brought with it a certain tension. Namely, if I can paraphrase, there was a certain dissonance between these dressed down, unglamorous characters and the fact that they were being played by the First Lady of Acting, bringing the full force of her formidable, carefully calibrated talents. They didn't seem entirely convinced that this dynamic was a positive one and worked in the movies' favour, but it is something that weighed on my mind as I watched A Cry in the Dark, the 1988 film about the Azaria Chamberlain case for which Streep received one of her many Oscar nominations. I couldn't find anything wrong about Streep's portrayal, but the fact that it was Streep playing this mostly ordinary Australian woman was itself a bit distracting. I kept looking for the seams in her performance, or the little dials she was twiddling with for emotive effect, and despite the fact I didn't find all that much, I couldn't help but be taken out of the proceedings a little. In contrast, I found Sam Neill as her husband much more convincing, perhaps because he was using his real accent and his demeanour didn't seem too far removed from his other well known roles.

After I watched the movie, I decided to dig up Roger Ebert's review as I often do, and found a competing argument in favour of her performance. Ebert suggests that the character is deliberately off-putting. She doesn't grieve as expressively as one would expect. She keeps putting her face out there for media appearances, to the point that people grow tired of her. She allows herself to come across as cold and snarky. Streep's performance seems intended to hide her interiority, offering us a peek inside only at a handful of key moments, like when she begins to crack under questioning during the climactic trial scene. The direction of much of the movie is not especially showy, but this sequence, with its aggressive cross-cutting and use of flashbacks, proves isolating in a way that the rest of the movie doesn't always manage. But the idea floated by Ebert is that the movie allows you to develop a certain resentment for this character and understand why the public turned against her, and I'm not sure that would have worked without the specific notes Streep seems to play here.

As for the movie, I found it pretty involving, if a tad inelegant in structure. This portrayal of a wrongfully accused character persecuted by a venal media environment and unscrupulous law enforcement invites similarities with Richard Jewell. I think that movie handles this dynamic more elegantly by filtering the antagonism more directly through its hero's experience, in contrast to the awkward docudrama cutaways that are heavily employed here. (That being said, Richard Jewell unfortunately achieves some of that elegance by slandering a real-life character to concentrate its venom, so perhaps it isn't the best model to take on the whole.) And I do think Paul Walter Hauser's performance has a greater authenticity about it than Streep's here, but that also makes him harder to resent, which would not work in this movie's favour. Also, I should note that having watched Seinfeld religiously in my high school years, I was perhaps less moved by a certain line of dialogue in the big early dramatic scene, but otherwise found that sequence quite gripping.

#film #movie review #a cry in the dark #fred schepisi

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Beating the Heat: A Comprehensive Guide to AC Repair in Fountain Valley

Do you know that Fountain Valley peak summer temperatures reach around 75°F, making AC a necessity?

Even the most sun-loving individuals can be challenged by Fountain Valley’s summers, despite its beautiful beaches and year-round weather. The relentless heat and dry Santa Ana winds drive residents and visitors to seek refuge in cool interior locations. When the mercury rises in a warm climate, a working air conditioning system ensures comfort and productivity.

In the heart of this sunshine-filled haven, the need for reliable AC systems becomes paramount. That’s where our guide steps in — to navigate the maze of AC repairs in Fountain Valley.

Understanding air conditioning systems

In the world of temperature control, air conditioning stands as a technological marvel. Understanding its intricate components unveils the magic behind its cooling prowess. The key to its functionality lies within fundamental elements that synergize seamlessly.

Key Components

1. Condenser Unit: This critical element facilitates heat transfer, expelling hot air outside and enabling cooling.

2. Evaporator Coil: Responsible for absorbing heat, this coil cools the air passing over it, ensuring a refreshing output.

3. Compressor: Acting as the heart of the system, it compresses refrigerant, intensifying its cooling capabilities.

4. Thermostat: The control hub, regulates the system’s temperature and ensures optimal comfort.

Types of air conditioners

Central Air Conditioners: Known for whole-house cooling, central ACs offer consistent temperature control through ductwork, perfect for larger homes or buildings.

Window Air Conditioners: Ideal for smaller spaces, these units fit into windows, providing localized cooling without the need for extensive installation.

Ductless Air Conditioners: Offering flexibility, ductless systems efficiently cool specific zones without ductwork, offering customizable comfort.

Common signs of a malfunctioning air conditioner

Warm air takes over: Feeling more heat than coolness? When warm air infiltrates your chilled refuge, your AC might be crying out for help.

Leaks or unusual sounds: Water pooling or odd clanks and hums could signal trouble brewing within your cooling system.

Shockingly high energy bills: A sudden spike in your energy expenses could mean your AC is working overtime due to an underlying issue.

Cooling takes a backseat: Is your AC struggling to keep it cool? Reduced cooling efficiency often hints at an impending malfunction.

Why Swift AC Repair Matters

Don’t brush off these signs — swift action can save you from larger woes:

Prevent further unit damage: Addressing issues promptly can stem the tide of potential damage to your AC unit, sparing you costly repairs down the line.

Sustain indoor comfort: Maintaining your desired indoor temperature ensures a cozy haven despite the weather’s whims.

Ensure energy efficiency: A well-functioning AC not only keeps you cool but also ensures optimal energy consumption, sparing your wallet and the environment.

Finding a Reputable AC Repair Fountain Valley Service

When the sweltering heat hits, finding a reliable AC repair service becomes paramount. But how do you discern the best amidst a sea of options?

Factors to consider:

Experience and qualifications matter

Look for technicians with a wealth of experience and proper certifications. Seasoned professionals often bring expertise that can swiftly diagnose and resolve AC issues.

Customer Reviews as Testimonials

Feedback from previous customers is invaluable. Positive reviews often indicate reliable service. Dive into reviews to gauge customer satisfaction and the service quality provided.

Transparent Pricing and Estimates

Nobody likes surprises, especially when it comes to costs. Seek out services that offer transparent pricing structures and detailed estimates. Clarity in pricing ensures there are no hidden fees down the line.

Emergency Service Availability

AC issues don’t always happen at convenient times. Having a repair service that offers emergency assistance can be a lifesaver during those unexpected breakdowns.

Online Resources to Explore

Local Business Directories:

Directories specific to Fountain Valley can be a gold mine of information. They often list reputable AC repair services along with contact details and customer reviews.

Customer Review Websites:

Platforms like Yelp or Angie’s List can provide extensive insights into various AC repair services in Fountain Valley. Scan through detailed reviews and ratings to make an informed decision.

HVAC Contractor Associations

Membership in reputable HVAC associations often signifies a commitment to quality and professionalism. Exploring these associations might lead you to trustworthy repair services.

Preventive Maintenance for AC Systems

Maintaining your AC system is pivotal to its longevity and efficient operation. Regular upkeep not only extends its lifespan but also bolsters energy efficiency while mitigating potential costly breakdowns.

Importance of Regular AC Maintenance

Extending Unit Lifespan: Routine maintenance safeguards the longevity of your AC unit, reducing wear and tear on vital components.

Improving Energy Efficiency: Proper upkeep enhances the system’s efficiency, minimizing energy waste and reducing utility bills.

Preventing Costly Breakdowns: Regular checks and servicing help identify potential issues, averting expensive repairs and sudden failures.

Recommended Maintenance Schedule for Air Conditioners

Annual Tune-ups: Schedule professional inspections and tune-ups annually to ensure overall system health.

Regular Filter Replacements: Replace filters routinely to maintain air quality and system efficiency.

Coil Cleaning and Drainage Inspections: Periodic cleaning and drainage checks prevent blockages and optimize cooling performance.

Beating the Heat in Fountain Valley: Essential Tips

Fountain Valley’s sizzling temperatures demand savvy strategies to stay cool beyond air conditioning. These practical methods not only alleviate the heat but also conserve energy.

Embracing Natural Cooling Methods

Fans and Ventilation: Leverage fans strategically, aiding natural airflow within your space. Combine this with smart ventilation for a refreshing atmosphere.

Shading Solutions: Optimal curtain and blind use during peak sunlight hours effectively block heat, maintaining indoor comfort.

Timing and Attire for Outdoor Comfort

Strategic Scheduling: Plan outdoor activities during cooler periods, sidestepping scorching midday heat.

Hydration and Attire: Staying hydrated and donning loose, breathable clothing are keystones to combating Fountain Valley’s sweltering weather.

Conclusion

Experience comfort this summer! Ensure your AC’s peak performance with our reliable AC repairs in Fountain Valley. Don’t wait for the heatwave — schedule a maintenance check-up now for a hassle-free summer. Preventive care saves costs and ensures a cool environment. Share your AC repair journey in Fountain Valley! Join us in keeping your cool intact — book now for a worry-free season ahead!

#ACRepairFountainValley #ACInstallation #HVACServices #CoolingSolutions #FountainValley #HomeComfort #StayCool #AirConditioningRepair #ACMaintenance #ExpertTechnicians #EZElectric

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Unveiling the Secrets of a Seamless Drain Cleaning Service

Introduction:

In the hustle and bustle of our daily lives, we often overlook the unsung hero of our homes – the plumbing system. Until, of course, it decides to throw a tantrum in the form of clogged drains. Enter the saviors of the day – drain cleaning services. In this blog post, we'll take a plunge into the depths of drain cleaning services, exploring the what, why, and how of keeping your drains flowing smoothly.

The Perils of Neglected Drains:

Picture this: a slow-draining sink, a foul odor wafting from the bathroom, and water pooling around your feet in the shower. These are telltale signs that your drains are crying out for attention. Ignoring these signals can lead to more severe issues, such as pipe damage, water backups, and even structural damage to your home. That's where the magic of drain cleaning services comes into play.

Understanding Drain Cleaning Services:

At its core, a drain cleaning service is like a spa day for your plumbing. It involves the thorough removal of any blockages, debris, or accumulated gunk in your drains, ensuring that water flows freely and your plumbing system stays happy. This service employs various tools and techniques to get the job done, ranging from traditional snaking methods to modern hydro-jetting technology.

The Tools of the Trade:

Drain cleaning professionals wield an arsenal of tools to combat clogs effectively. The classic plumber's snake, also known as an auger, is a go-to for dislodging simple blockages. For more stubborn clogs or extensive buildup, hydro-jetting steps into the spotlight. This method utilizes high-pressure water to blast away debris, leaving your pipes squeaky clean.

Preventive Maintenance:

The age-old adage "prevention is better than cure" holds true for plumbing as well. Many reputable drain cleaning services offer preventive maintenance plans to keep your drains in top-notch condition. Regular inspections and cleanings can catch potential issues before they escalate, saving you both time and money in the long run.

Eco-Friendly Drain Cleaning:

In an era where environmental consciousness is paramount, some drain cleaning services have adopted eco-friendly practices. These may include the use of biodegradable cleaning agents or innovative technologies that minimize water usage. Opting for such services not only ensures a smoothly flowing drain but also contributes to a greener planet.

DIY vs. Professional Drain Cleaning:

While the DIY spirit is commendable, tackling drain issues without the proper knowledge and tools can often do more harm than good. Chemical drain cleaners, for example, may provide a quick fix but can damage pipes over time. Professional drain cleaning services not only have the expertise to address the root cause of the problem but also the right tools to do so without causing harm to your plumbing.

The Cost of Neglect:

One might argue that professional drain cleaning services are an added expense, but the cost of neglecting your drains can be far greater. Repairing water damage, fixing structural issues, and replacing damaged pipes can quickly escalate into a financial nightmare. Investing in routine drain maintenance is a small price to pay compared to the potential consequences of neglect.

Choosing the Right Service:

Not all drain cleaning services are created equal. When selecting a service provider, consider factors such as reputation, experience, and customer reviews. A reliable service will offer transparent pricing, explain the procedures involved, and provide a warranty for their work. Remember, the goal is not just to unclog your drain but to ensure a lasting solution to keep future clogs at bay.

Conclusion:

In the grand scheme of homeownership, drain cleaning services may not be the glamorous superhero, but they are undoubtedly the unsung hero. Regular maintenance, prompt attention to warning signs, and enlisting the help of professionals when needed can keep your drains in top condition, ensuring a smooth and stress-free plumbing experience. So, the next time your sink decides to play hide-and-seek with water, don't hesitate to call in the cavalry – your local drain cleaning service. Contact us now!

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Ryan Hall “Pull Your Ex Back” Review [PDF Download]

Pull Your Ex Back: Breakups are painful for everyone and they can lead to a lot of difficult feelings and confusing emotions. Usually, after a breakup, you do not use logical thinking. Well, frankly speaking, you believe that your whole world has crumbled, and it will never be harmonious again. So, what should you really do if you want to get your ex back in your life? The Pull Your Ex Back system contains a lot of great tips that will help you to get your confidence back, as well as breakup issues and how to overcome them. No matter how bad your breakup was, this secret formula gives you a 99% chance of success! Even if you’re the only one trying to make up! It’s something so rare, you won’t find it anywhere else. It’s so powerful that Ryan warns you to use it with responsibility and discretion. Like you, like me, the Ryan Hall came from the heart wrenching pain of a breakup and wrote down his master plan for the world to follow. Now, thousands of hopeless romantics have found their way back into their ex’s heart with this very guide. Hall helps you prepare to get to a stage where you have the confidence, independence, and know-how to win back your ex, by using a number of highly advanced psychological techniques. The System is detailed step by step formula that reveals how to get an ex back without crying, begging or pleading endlessly. It’s a message that recently dumped people are eager to hear, and even for somebody not going through a break up the psychology behind how the program works is really pretty fascinating. An amazing feature of this is that it’s focused on respecting each other’s individuality. You won’t have to sacrifice who you are. But it does require certain improvements in how you relate to the world. Otherwise, you’ll just go back to the same issues.

This is essentially a guide to show you what to do right after your breakup to either reconcile or move on. The book does not offer any advice about what to do when the breakup occurred some time ago. These strategies must be used fairly quickly after your breakup to effectively provide any help. In Pull Your Ex Back guide, Ryan talks about an exciting phenomenon called emotional flooding. And he presents it with several examples that we all are familiar with. You’ll also learn the common mistakes that you should avoid such as: Blaming your ex for the breakup Constantly messaging or calling them Acting too nice and promising that you will change. The guide is based on psychological techniques that will create a sense of loss in their ex’s mind and make them start missing them and the love that they have shared. The secret behind the system is learning how to get your ex to see things your way so that they’ll have an intense desire to get back with you. The main focus of the book is to avoid any actions to make everything worse. This includes any needy behavior that can push your ex farther away such as running after them. You should not make decisions when you are too emotional or you are likely to make a mistake.

If you are struggling emotionally, afraid you will be unable to live without your love or feeling desperate, this book may provide the help you need. The Pull Your Ex Back program will not only show users how to get their ex back, but will also reveal ways to deepen their relationship and make it more fulfilling and lasting. This is nicely structured and well written, and each section builds on the next so you are not left guessing or wondering what to do next. If you’re on the lookout for high quality information with regards to getting your ex back this e-book is simply good for you. It’s written in a straightforward to learn type of model and really straightforward to grasp. With this Pull Your Ex Back e-book it needs to be straightforward to pull your ex again in and have them love you eternally.

Click here to get Pull Your Ex Back from the official website

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Okay, so I just finished watching the last episode of OFMD for the thousandth time and I just remembered a review I read before it came out that teased Stede getting a more comedic story in the episode while Ed got a darker one, and having watched that, it's actually not 100% true, but it is super interesting because I thought the same thing until this rewatch. The first two thirds of the episode, Stede is 100% the dramatic crux of the episode. After everything that happened in the last few minutes of episode 9, where his guilt completely overpowers him and we see him at his lowest so far in the whole show, it's devastating to see him trying to force himself back into those strict social guidelines that we know he hates so much for the sake of two people who would clearly have been happier if he didn't (Ed and Mary.) Seriously, this is probably him at his darkest. He pulls a knife on an innocent man. His family painted him out of their portraits. His wife wants to keep pretending he's still dead. His daughter hates him and his son doesn't know who he is. It's depressing as all hell. Meanwhile Ed is comparatively pretty lighthearted. He's clearly heartbroken, but it's not anywhere near as devastating as any of the stuff happening with Stede at that point. The crew are still supporting him in his awkward song-writing and crying in blanket forts. His talk with Lucius shows that he has an actual support structure for the first time in his life. And most importantly, for a while he actually seems to be getting better. He doesn't immediately lose all his development from throughout the series. He gets genuinely excited about the crew putting on a talent show and seems like he wants to be a part of it. Most vitally, he asks them to keep calling him 'Edward,' which is as we all know the name he uses when he's willing to be open and vulnerable with people. The beauty of the episode is the switch we get in two consecutive scenes; Stede coming out to his wife, and Ed killing Lucius. The coming out scene is unironically beautiful. It walks the line between being a revelation which was incredibly brave of Stede to do, and him just casually admitting a fact that he now knows to be true. When Mary hugs him, it's really the apex of his character arc. He can finally let go of the guilt he feels about abandoning her, knowing she has a better life without him in it, and he's no longer confused and tormented by his feelings for Ed. He finally lets himself be driven wholly by his heart and not by what he thinks is expected of him. By the end of the episode, this is probably Stede at his best emotionally. So from here, he gets a comedic arc where he gets to go all out faking his death. And it's hilarious. The last impression we get of him in the series is him finally free, ready to return to his love, something unambiguously happy. And all of the comedy of the last few scenes with him is still present in the viewers' minds, so we naturally associate his story now with all the lightness and brevity associated with the show's humour. In the meantime, immediately after the scene that gives us Stede at his best, we get the scene that gives us Ed at his worst. Him killing Lucius hurts so much, not only because it's Lucius and we all love him, but because it's so counter to everything Ed has shown himself wanting to be until now. He claims he doesn't kill people in spite of evidence to the contrary, and out of the entire crew, he's probably the closest with Lucius out of everyone minus Stede. He's the one who convinces Ed to tell Stede how he feels about him. He's the one who sees Ed crying in his blanket fort. He's the only one who snaps at him when he's making bad choices. So the sudden shift in their relationship portrayed so beautifully by Edward just smiling as he pushes him overboard is devastating, because if Ed doesn't care about Lucius anymore, who does he care about? The scene with Izzy immediately afterwards only makes it worse, because right now, he agrees with Izzy, but he's still willing to mutilate him to prove a

point; he doesn't care about anything anymore. And Izzy understands that. His glee immediately afterwards is proof that he's won, and he knows he's won. Blackbeard is himself again. From there, it's all downhill as he kills off every part of Stede he has left, from taking his ship, to destroying his books, to leaving his crew to starve. Our last image of him is him alone in his room, after adding a bloodied heart to his flag as a literal way of expressing to the world that he will never love anything again, crying at a picture of Stede's lighthouse, a parallel to the closing shot of Stede stood on his boat with one hand raised, emulating a lighthouse as he prepares to lead his crew away from danger, proving that even after everything he did to close himself off, he's still fundamentally broken. Symbolically, our last shot of Edward is a man who has driven all of the light out of his life, and our last shot of Stede is a man who is returning with a newfound light in himself. This structure was so well-done here, because honestly, giving all of the comedy to Stede and all of the drama to Ed would have been a disservice to both of their characters. Their arcs in this episode oppose each other perfectly, and the weight of comic relief is passed evenly between them, which is so much more satisfying on both a narrative and character standpoint This is basically a longwinded way of saying, I love this show, we need a season 2. Also I refuse to believe Lucius is actually dead. #LuciusLives.

#gentlebeard #ed teach #stedebeard #stede bonnet #Ofmd #our flag means death

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dude so sorry about the weirdos :( i was super excited to see ur post-mcc takes and i hate to see people being ableist dicks for no reason hope ur doing ok !!

yeah honestly i just think most of them are so goddamn dumb n have no fucking reading comprehension and some of their attempts to ‘counter’ me are so bloody goddamn stupid that i am praying for themmmm i don’t wanna directly interact bc they’re dumb n they’ll probably cry about how they’re getting cyberbullied by anons (VERY ironic how some of them said i shouldn’t have posted a ‘bad take’ if i wasn’t ready to get ‘clowned’ like ok then don’t dogpile someone if ur weak ass doesn’t want anon ‘hate’? lmfao) but i remember one of them being like ‘ughhhhh 🙄 op ur so dumb if people are short in basketball that doesn’t mean we make the basketball hoop easier to reach!’ and that’s such a lousy comparison to make that completely LACKS compassion too like damn i’m sorry but when people have adhd or they’re colorblind schools that aren’t EVIL will be like oh i see! do you need extra time to complete assignments and exams? is there are anyway we can assist you on questions that have color identification involved?

and yes, mcc isn’t school but they are run by people with COMPASSION. and the willingness to make changes if they see how badly affected some of their players are? like, they’ve made changes to buildmart before, notably the subtitle that pops up n shows what the name of a block is when u go near to it! and that’s great! but some of you are acting like it’s laughable to want different/further changes upon review? its like giving someone a monocle and then laughing when they say ‘these help, but i think having something like prescription glasses can help even more’ and when people say shit like ‘god, x just affects a minority of the players. most of them are just fine’ DO YOU HEAR… YOURSELF

i don’t think i need to recontextualize that sentiment to show how devoid of awareness that is. who cares? who cares if the only issue w buildmart is how it disproportionately affects people with colorblindness and the only colorblind player was george? (he isn’t. btw. but he arguably has the worst case of colorblindness) or that buildmart disproportionately affects people w adhd n there was only one player who had it? scream and cry about how it’s not that deep all you want, i KNOW so many of the people who tried to mock me didn’t watch any of the povs i was talking about. like didn’t some of y’all cry about how parkour warrior supposedly gave someone a panic attack? if that’s valid criticism then (which i think it is! i do think that parkour warrior became flawed after all the difficulty reworks and if it was so upsetting to certain people then a rework of the game is needed) why isn’t any of this stuff valid now? and why is it so hard to believe that someone also had a similar reaction playing build mart?

and another thing. like i see ‘oh if it bothers you so much then don’t play mcc? every game gives u anxiety should they remove every game then?’ like look. i have anxiety and adhd. anxiety is Not neurodivergency. there is a big difference between an entire event being a huge trigger and giving you panic attacks at every potential turn and 1-2 games that you physically are unable to play like a neurotypical person because your brain structure prevents from doing things that could be CHANGED to help you and others like you. if someone just can’t handle the pressure of a competitive event like mcc and it makes them crack and suffer bouts of anxiety that is a Health issue. it is a health issue and if they want to step aside from something that hurts them in its Entirety, then that’s fine. but if someone can’t find sand blocks n cracked gold blocks bc they can’t detect the differentials in the shades of the colors n all that would need to be done was perhaps. changing the colors to be much more distinct or the textures of the blocks to be easier to identify without color then… why can’t people Want that. why can’t people ask for that

i understand! that people are being toxic and rude n overshadowing people’s victories n perhaps even shitting on the people that won on like, twitter or something. i get if you’re mad that people on dttwt are sending hate or something like that! but this isn’t twitter! i never once implied that mcc was a bad event or was being run by bad evil mean people who rig the whole thing. don’t take your grievances out on me! don’t interpret my posts in bad faith and then cower and cry wolf when u find out people who see sense are willing to stand up for me! and if u wanted to see if i was complaining about the winners of this mcc like some people were after the last few mccs as well then you could’ve scrolled down my blog and looked at my other posts instead of having weird preconceived notions about what i am or what i stand for. its possible to feel happy for others’ success while still wanting changes to be made to certain games. like. survival games gave mcc15 red rabbits the win. but i still think that the point system needed to be reworked after that bc it gave too many coins. u can be happy and still think things can change/improve to be more fair/make the event better. which is what noxcrew DOES. they want to make changes not because they think they’ll get hate if they don’t but because they care about their event being good and they have integrity about it and that’s why they take feedback on this stuff all the time. ultimately, the decisions they make as event organizers and minecraft developers are theirs, but it doesn’t mean people can’t speak their minds

#ask #sorry ik this was lomg #i just woke up from a 5 hour nap #and i thought all these things before but #sleeping did not change my mind 👍🏻 #also yes i saw the 58384848 asks about ut #please give me time if u wanna see like. build mart change suggestions #im still not in the best head space to make it! #i was also busy eating n getting sleep earlier #hope thats understandable! #i need extra time to revise any ideas ive ever had #/come up with new ones if needed #i might possibly not post about my ideas! #i can’t make promises n i can’t say i might publish every idea i see about it in my invox #im sorry this place is not the most organized #n i gotta study soon then i have school n it gets busy so i might forget #feel free to post about it on ur own blogs tho! #also if ur hate following or hate reading my blog just get out #srsly idc how many new copypastas u wanna make out of my mental health issues of neurodivergencies #its not worth it. talk about ur own thoughts on ur blog if its so hard #just leave me alone i literally didn’t namedrop anyone #i could rb that stupid threat and attack people directly #but i don’t want to! #and i want to leave it alone now #just wanted one last Boost of my lingering thoughts regarding this #its early too so hopefully yall just dont see this #ok bye! #text #long post

[anonil88]

Malcolm and Marie live blog

I don't usually do liveblogs for movies but yea.

Spoilers ahead!!

I love that its modern timed but very 70s stylized.

A tune indeed.

When you are high and drunk on success and

How the white critic reacts is why I feel like gatekeeping my scripts. At the same time some things I do make are about race or involve.

Marie sitting on the patio smoking is a mood whenever men are talking.

So he's pretentious and unaware.

Whoever chose the music for this, I feel like we would be Spotify mutuals.

Can this nigga stop pacing.

Also can he stop talking;

Marie is so tired and unimpressed.

Also little booties matter and are to be bitten.

Oooo the tension and the jazz.

Title Card over mac and cheese.

Shitty boxes mac and cheese but still mac and cheese.

Tbh i always wonder if spouses/significant others get upset when their spouses don't acknowledge them during speeches.

John sounds so much like his dad but I really hope his acting style differs from his dad a lot.

Guilty confession?

He did not profit off of his partners backstory and then not even acknowledge her.....I.....

If that ever happened to me catch me cussing my partner out during the beginning credits, the end credits, in the car, and at home.

GASLIGHTER!

The way I'm excited for Zendaya to give me some, oooo can she work with Regina King. Please on my knees I pray.

Um no that's not your job to coddle your lead.

He's a dick and the type of dick who makes himself look like a good person around other people.

If Sam Levinson is trying to make his viewers more of misandrist, it's working.

I feel like Marie has her flaws probably a lot of them and we will surely see as this continues, but Malcolm needs to learn how to apologize sincerely.

70s vibes! 70s vibes!

Them kissing and talking about criticism and dreams makes me miss a partner. A partner that I've had and haven't had.

Women really are behind every great man.

Yea sir you fucked a happy moment.

Oh visual allegories for looking in from the outside and cat and mouse chasing and looking from the outside in.

She's saying she doesn't feel noticed by you.

Gas lighter :0 he called her an emotional support dog, bruh.

I would LOVE to co-write or take a writing class held by Sam Levinson. The fights i write are very much in this same realm of reflection and anger and monologue.

Sam.....sam.....are all the sides inside of you doing okay sir?

The ugly side of dating and being in a relationship with someone who struggles with their own demons.

Honestly I could close my eyes and listen to this script being read without seeing these characters visually. Just close my eyes and get a sense of these characters like it was a radio story.

Oh. Oh this is a new wheelhouse of Zendaya acting; a different voice is like breaking through here and her expressions aren't the same we are used to. You can literally hear another character in there....hmm.

Mans is outside really fighting with his invisible demons lmfao.

Selfish ass, how after everything she said you came out of it thinking about your own craft and self instead of how you hurt her.

So she's conditional.

Me: did sam (a white man) say nigga this many times in his script or are the actors adding their own inflections. Not just the lingo used but the topic of race and directing etc. being written by a white writer about black characters is always gonna be a critique when you're writer is a white person.

Alexa play Broken Girls by Saba

He is so hurtful.

A clown nigga a clown look in the fucking mirror you bozo head ass looking like you need some Mehron clown white and a size 16 in clown shoes.

John is doing a really swell performance and reading of these lines.

He is reading her for her insecurities by bringing up his experiences with other women and that.....is yikes.

Arguments can get messy like this in real life but it takes a lot of maturity and control to either not let it get to this point or have a healthy conversation afterwards.

This film is really shot on some very crisp lenses.

They sitting there like 🚬🧍‍♀️🧍‍♂️.

Leftover Mac and Cheese and unfinished cigarettes.

The nyt etc. pay walls are so annoying, but there is a work around look at the articles on incognito or add a period at the end of the url.

He sounds like his daddy so much here, weird, this is the only part I'm eh on the dialogue it feels real but a bit out of pace in how they are bouncing off one another.

Nail scissors? So the end is not the only part he based off of Marie. 🙄

ITS A GOOD REVIEW YOU DINGUS but also its a full review they are going to critique things. She isn't wrong though he did profit off of a woman's story that was not his own to profit from.

Yes Malcolm because unfortunately all marginalized people look through a lens of life that is inherently political because of the world they live in.

He is so mad and upset and had a lot on his chest. But I think he Malcolm and Sam are talking about something thats an issue and a non issue. Being critiqued for you art is hard but also Malcolm is not super self aware. He's like a stand in figure of for example rich depop sellers who wanna be oppressed so badly they yell at others instead of examining their own personal behaviors and ethics.

Oh Marie, when you know the spark is gone and you pick fights because.

He ain't even ask her to read?

One critic I have for most of hollywood actors is they learn their cry and that is it. A change from this is Margot Robbie, I adore her fluctuations of crying being similar but the crying is carried differently for each character. If I had to say any actor that does a cry scene amazing its this woman right here (Amy Adams)

You stole her story from her and gave it away, she has a right to be upset and angry and a rubber band ball of emotions.

Citizen Kane, not the cinematography, but the story is it even that good? (Unpopular opinion but meh, maybe in my rewatch it will be better.)

But that is what people want authenticity and whatever authenticity means to them. What is real for one is false for another.

To be honest look at the criticism of Euphoria, well earned, but a lot of people were like this isn't real even though he literally wrote about his own life. People said it was inauthentic like....wtf.

Ahh the smoking is just a habit, he quit and she didn't.

CAST ZENDAYA IN A HORROR MOVIE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF EVERYTHING. Get Lupita and Zendaya and some more black actors preferably less known ones in a horror movie. One with a interesting script and story, directed by Regina King. Please and thankyou.

I love Marie yep that was amazing.

Behind every great man is a greater woman, one that deserves her credit for how she has stood behind. I wonder the stories of those women, what they have sacrificed or not sacrificed. Their thoughts and feelings when the world is surrounding their partner and views them as a plus one. (I'd write a short script about this but I think do I have the time, can I, or am I equipped ?)

He is a shitty person for bringing up his exes, like she even said I don't wanna know any of that.

Imagine being on anti depressents and rarely having a sex drive and then when you do your partner starts talking about their exes and tearing you apart for all your faults.

I love when you see peaks of Zendaya's cadence in roles.

Tension, what if's and he didn't even bring her up in his speech.

Marie to herself and the audience:

He is not afraid that he will loose her but as my character says in my unreleased story, "i can't wait til you give me a fucking reason to leave your ass." Malcolm expects everything in order for not even doing the bare minimum and she is only asking him for something as simple as consideration. She just wants him to be considerate. He wants to get married and considers their relationship like rolling down a hill at full speed and he cannot apologize, he cannot be considerate, and he cannot admit his wrongs. He can only offer her I love yous that he probably does mean but he does not back up outside of what he's done for her in the past. The past which was more of her experience than his and he sees his part in it as a burden. He doesn't use his own vantage point of the past to further his career he uses her. He does all of these things without a real apology or thankyou because he is not afraid to loose her.

The restrictions of quarantine and the panorama have made Sam's writing very no frills. I wonder how other films from other directors and writers that are filmed in small contained crews like this will be structured. But this was a very good movie gonna add to my letter box 3.3-3.5

Oh shit this is my song,

Ratings/overall thoughts:

Script is like a C+, B- : I could go into my heavier big brain thoughts on the script but I don't feel like it. You catch hints of it above it centers conversation on race and privilege, mainly the writers and questions i have that won't be answered but Sam did make me grow disdain for Malcolm over a short time. Which is sometimes hard to do because im one sympathetic person but the sympathy i have for Malcolm is at 0. Maybe a 2 at some scenes but then it quickly goes back to 0. Some parts of the dialogue miss the mark or hit the are off balanced. While some of it like Malcolm's bathroom speech albeit mean is really strong or their conversation when he comes back from peeing really shines for me.

Performances: B+ to A- because they carried the script further than it could of gone with less talented actors. The monologues do well to showcase their current skill levels which are already high af and leave room for anticipation in where these actors go next.

Zendaya holding a knife: A+ with a gold star. That switch on and off and on is delectable.

John being a shitty boyfriend but following Marie like a lost puppy: B+ with a good job written at the bottom of the paper, Malcolm being nervous a frantic dialed up with more realistic nervousness would have sold me completely on Malcolm's anxious waiting.

Cinematography: A and a participation award.

The mac and cheese: A+ for the easy mac. Wish it was like Annie's or Velveeta.

Cigarettes: Participation award and their picture hung up for student of the month. Why the grill lighter? Everytime Malcolm opened up his mouth Marie was like sparks fly.

The music: A++ with a prize. Whoever picked the music probably makes good Spotify playlists.

#Malcolm & Marie #malcolm and marie #zendaya coleman #zendaya #john david washington #liveblog #mine

[burnedbyshoto]

matryoshka doll

— Momo is a modern day princess, so it makes sense as to why every single person she’s asked if they wanted to have sex reject her because they felt unworthy. But she’s a girl with carnal needs and if that means having anonymous sex is the only way to have them met, so be it.

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pairing: yaoyorozu momo x fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, stuck in a wall, anal fisting (giving), fingering, marking, degradation, daddy kink!reader, princess!momo, praise, pwp, cursing, service top!reader, phat ass!momo

word count: 3,333

a/n: i stayed up until 4 am reading bkdk angst fanfic and im so, so tired...... momo has a phat ass that is full of stretch marks and cellulite and I drool at the thought of it. no I dont take any feedback on that.

kinktober day 9 main kink: anonymous sex | kinktober masterlist

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Momo has a secret.

A deep, dark, twisted secret.

It wasn’t so much that it was horrible, humiliating, or even a nuisance for all of humanity, but it definitely was a secret she was keen on keeping until she was six feet under.

Why was that?

Oh, well, you see, it involved one of the most taboo topics in the world: sex.

Yaoyorozu Momo lived a sheltered, elite life. At the tender age of four, she had managed to create an object by replicating a Matryoshka doll's exact molecular structure. She didn’t need to assume that most individuals couldn't compose the doll's molecular structure regardless of their intellect or education. Yet, with a determined gaze, her person and mind no much older than four years old, she succeeded in producing a single, lone, beautiful Matryoshka doll.

But, because of her natural-born intelligence and near-prodigious level thinking, the wealth that her parents held led her to a life where something such as a peck on the cheek was considered scandalous. 

Kissing on the lips was considered a "marriage only" rule, and sex wasn’t even a word she knew.

Middle school for Yaoyorozu Momo consisted of her and her private tutors within her home. Her education was created just for her, and she had evening outings with her similar circles to ensure she had an appropriate social life. All in all, Momo didn’t know what sex was until she was sixteen, sitting in the common area of the dorm room with all her female friends who casually brought up the idea of what they could potentially be into, of who they would. Momo would quote: fuck, marry, or kill of three randomly generated boys within the class.

Of course, Momo’s eyes fluttered at the word fuck, having already known it as a curse word, and only as such as Bakugou always seemed to be yelling it. She had wrongfully spluttered when Mina had wiggled her eyebrows at Uraraka on why, oh why she had only chosen to ‘fuck Midoriya’ and not marry him. To Momo, who also at the time, was aware of her current blossoming feelings towards the smart but somewhat flutter tongued classmate of theirs, had been rather confused at the results Uraraka gave too.

“Kill… uh, Iida-kun,” Urakaka fidgeted, blushing harder under the intense stares of Mina and Hagakure (who had a mean glare despite not being able to see her). “Fuck Deku-kun, marry Todoroki-kun!”

Momo had assumed she would wish to marry her at the time crush, not choose the option to curse him out!

“Uraraka-san, you wish to cuss out Midoriya-san?” Momo had asked, saving the naturally rosy girl from their pink-skinned and invisible friend. “Why is that?”

“Hold on?” Jirou interrupted immediately, Momo’s undoubtedly closest friend rose from her slouched position next to her, her hand placed on her shoulder. “What was that?!”

“Well, isn’t the, ahem, please excuse my vulgar words, ‘fuck,’ option meaning to curse someone out? As Bakugou-san does to many people when he uses that word?” Momo had asked so innocently, so purely that the girls all almost felt horrible for popping the innocent bubble the modern-day princess was in -- keyword: almost.

For the first time in her life, Yaoyorozu Momo was not the most knowledgable in a subject; her cheeks stained red with embarrassing heat when Tsuyu took charge of explaining the alternate definition to what ‘fuck’ meant. 

“You mean babies don’t come in storks?!” she had cried uncontrollably that night. She was utterly overwhelmed by this new level of information that would send her in a spiral of the need to acquire further details for the sake of education and, well, yes, the science of fucking.

From the moment she was sixteen until she was twenty, Momo’s knowledge of sex went from being the lowest in the class, to as it naturally should have been, the most knowledgable person on it. She knew of things, the different branches of sex, where to experience certain types of kinks, and theoretically, where the human body's best parts to touch when having sex. So, the moment she had turned of consenting legal age to have sex, Momo would be lying if she said she wasn’t ready to have sex. 

But there was something in her way, something that not even years of studying could help her with, or could change the circumstances of which she found herself in. It seemed that though her friends enjoyed her sudden new-found genius towards the art and science behind sex, no one thought of her as a… sexual being.

“I c-can’t have sex with you!” Jirou had flushed red, her eyes scattering to every edge of the room, refusing to look at the wealthy heiress who had asked her best friend over during their last week of high school to do the deed. “You’re the modern-day royalty: Yaoyorozu Momo! I’m not… qualified enough!”

Momo frowned, “Oh?”

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..

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“Sex?” Todoroki had echoed, his eyes alarming wide despite his composed, neutral expression. Momo nodded her head, ignoring the small wisp of fire that emitted from his hair. “Oh, well, I don’t think I can do that for you, Yaoyorozu. It’s nothing against you, but I don’t think I’d like to have meaningless sex with you for the first time.”

Momo winced, “Oh, okay.”

“That sounded a lot meaner then intended, I apologize.”

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..

…

..

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And that’s how it seemed to go.

Aoyama hadn’t been interested in having sex at all with Momo. Mina said she was severely unworthy. Tsuyu simply rejected her because their relationship wasn’t one that had possibilities of sexual encounters. Iida said it would be irresponsible of him to take something of value of hers. Uraraka cried about how inferior scum like her had no right.

Ojiro apologized, having been in a relationship at the moment and wouldn’t. Kaminari said him sexually touching Momo would give the world every right to skin him where he lay. Kirishima had blushed brighter than his hair and stammered; he couldn’t without a proper relationship between the two of them. Kouda had run off crying. Sato had mumbled about how he enjoyed setting tea and pastries together but couldn’t imagine putting his tea in and on her pastry, or some weird allusion like that.

Shoji had bowed his head in apologies, saying she would regret sleeping with him. Sero had run away, crashing into a glass door explaining he wasn’t good enough. Tokoyami stated they weren’t a fated pair and rejected her kindly -- she thinks. Hagakure was in a relationship and politely declined her. Bakugou scoffed and told her to look elsewhere. Midoriya had stammered and suggested that he wasn’t the best option. Mineta just was never an option for her.

She had asked eighteen people who had all told her they would help her with anything, and the only thing that kept being thrown back into her face regarding something that she didn’t see to be anything that special was that she was royalty in their eyes. It was fine at first; honestly, it was! Momo had nodded her head, merely retreating to her home and creating an arrangement of sex toys most suited for her. And for a while, it had been enough.

But like the Matryoshka dolls, she was so fond of making, so good at making, she had several layers underneath that shouldn’t be ignored. And her sexual pleasures and gains had been a neglected part of her for too long. 

From having the longest, thickest dildo she could make for herself, up her cunt, to the vibrator and fuck machines she should create (because she was not allowed anywhere near a sex shop), she had been blissful. Each orgasm ripping through her pleasantly, causing her sweaty chest to arch off her bed, her legs slamming closed as it burst from inside of her, causing her to bit harshly on her fist just in case. But just as even playing with your favorite game day after day, feeling alone, lonely, and unwanted, Momo found that even her toys weren’t enough.

She needed more.

No one would fuck her because of her status, because of her last name and the wealth that she brought, so she decided that if she was to do this, to gain the human touch she ever so desired and lusted over, she was going to have to erase her identity.

She had found a little place in the back alleys of Tokyo. They were hiring anyone who dared to visit and the only requirement to join was that you were willing to be fucked. Momo had shown up for the interview, face obscured by a hoodie she wore and was hired the moment she walked in with her spandex shorts hugging her tiny waist and fat ass. She had always seen places like this within her porn research but had never actually assumed fuck ho(l)es existed. 

She certainly didn’t expect to be put in a wall where only her ass and cunt hanging out and the cold, wet tip of a sharpie marker to write against her clear virgin skin: FREE HOLE TO FUCK. VIRGIN LITTLE WHORE. She could feel that written on her skin, but she was unaware of the words that surrounded her placement on the wall: “put a tally and a review for every pump of cum you shove in me!”

There was no need for a picture by her whole because the people who frequented this place had no desires of that, and so, Momo found peace even as the starting alarm blared in her ear that customers were finally being let it.

To sum up the experience her first night at this joint, the first time experiencing a hot, living, throbbing cock in both her cunt and ass, Momo would have to blush. Her eyes shifting from yours onto the floor as she smiled. A chuckle on her face as she thought back to the end of that four hour fuck feast and remembered that there were nearly eighty-three tally marks on her bruised and blistered ass, of how her cum and all that cum continued to seep from her clenching holes for two days afterward… she loved it.

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You needed to blow off some steam.

Having just been entirely, horribly dumped by your ex and having precisely zero side pieces on the side to fuck, you went out of your way to secure a quick, easy fuck to get your mind off of things. There was no reason for you to simply not join Tinder and ask the first swipe to come over and fuck, but you didn’t want to see a face. You didn’t even want to know their face. As a matter of fact, you weren’t even so much as interested in your own orgasm at the moment than just making someone else cum. So when a pretty woman handed your glowering face a flyer as you were storming around the streets of Tokyo hoping for a sign from god, you almost cried at what the flyer informed you of.

A local... hole in the wall filled with glory holes and exposed asses, cunts, and cocks alike. 

Was it destiny?

You sure believed so as you found yourself tailing to the obscure address, praying for the establishment to be open and, for the most part, empty because you had no plans on performing shit in front of watching eyes. Handing a thousand yen over to the admissions lady as your fee to the use of their prized cunts, cocks, and asses, you shoved the black ticket into your pocket and brisked in.

As you entered the back room, the tension in you back and pressure on your chest seemed to melt away immediately at the scent of sex, dried cum, and sweat. It was an altogether horrid stench, to be quite honest, but right now, it sent fire to your core, your lips licking at the walls and corners willed with awaiting to be attended to people. Twisted pleasure coursed through your veins as you walked around, your eyes taking note of the graffitied words around the individual holes, taking note of the black sharpie words on bruised and battered skin, and some cunts still dripping with someone else’s cum.

‘Loose cunt’ one person had.

‘Hasn’t been broken in yet,’ said another.

‘Loves it when you ‘accidentally’ fuck their ass,’ scrawled on another.

 You couldn’t help but smile at the twisted humor, moving until finally, you saw one that exposed ass first to the world, eight tallies marked on her skin, and oh, the words painted on her smooth, perfect skin and the surrounding walls pulled you in.

‘Tightest fucking pussy.’ ‘100/10 recommended, been back multiple times for more.’ ‘Slip your fist up her ass, she LOVES it.’ ‘Favorite fucking whore here.’ ‘Would fuck again.’ ‘Slut likes it rough and mean.’ ‘Please fuck me!!!!’

You watched as the shiny slick of her cum slowly seep from her spread cheeks, not quite dripping, but definitely wet with her arousal. Something was calling you to her, your feet stumbling nearly tipsy with this outworld lust and drunkenness as you stopped behind her slapped pink ass. And without much need of thought to wonder where to stop, your hands found themselves grabbing her thick, supple ass and you moaned at the warmth emitting from her skin, of how her skin was so soft, so moveable, so bouncy. It was larger than your hands, your fingernails running against the cellulite, and stretch marks on her ass that made you want to kiss and run your tongue against even more. You couldn’t hear her, you couldn’t possibly know if she had liked the way your fingers dug into her ass, but her ass bounced, teetering with your grip as you could imagine a soft, juicy moan. 

“I wonder if you can hear me?” you asked, most likely to no one, fingers spreading her ass, spanking the used whorish skin of hers so that small, tight, clenching pink asshole was on full display for you. “If you sit there for all these hours and listen to men fuck you with their ugly moaning and pathetic growling.”

Her ass rolled in your hands, and you smiled, taking that as a sign that yes, she heard everything, even you. Raising your hand to the bottle of lube, you saturated your fingers with the cold, transparent liquid, turning your fingers down over her still exposed, flush hole. You watched as the lube dripped down, splattering messily around her tight, rimmed muscle, watching her clench and unclench the muscle in alarming beauty.

“I must apologize, princess,” you sighed, looking at the names scrawled on the walls that this cunt and ass seemed to be most responsive to, and number one on that list was princess. “Your daddy isn’t feeling particularly rough today, so I hope you’ll behave with my softer movements.”

You're not quite sure where the reference to yourself as daddy had come from, but the way the ass muscles clenched between the lone hand that held her cheek made it worth it. 

Your lube coated finger edged the pert opening of her ass, feeling the way the already used muscle expanded for your finger if a little stubbornly.

“Relax, princess, daddy sees you like being fisted, so I’m going to make sure you feel good. 

You pressed your finger in until the knuckle disappeared beneath the muscle, your grin growing into a hazy, lustful gaze when you felt her ass bounce. This moan vibrated all the way to her anal cavity as you wasted no time in adding a second finger. Her ass was tight, the ribbed walls of the cavity bumping and gliding against your moving fingers, and you grinned when she loudly moaned. You didn’t need to be an expert to see that she had never been fucked softly or thoroughly before. She must have been used to the terrible, animalistic rage that the men here possessed when fucking these people behind the walls. If you didn’t know any better, you would assume that she lost her virginity here. 

Your fingers curled, stroking and persuading her body to ripple and twitch with your commanding movements, and another finger added in, and another finger added in. Soon enough, you had four fingers in, all save your thumb. The stretch of her ass around your nearly formed ass was incredible; she took you so well, not a sound of agonizing pain was heard through the wall, although you swore you heard sounds of elation. The damn slut did enjoy it.

Your thumb pressed to her cunt, rubbing the slick folds of her pussy, softly fucking the outermost part of her inner walls, much against her approval if the way he ass bounced heavily in need had anything to say about it. 

“Ah, does the princess, not like this?” you asked, your hand that was currently not four fingers into her ass stretching out her cheeks even further as finally you retracted your hand out, made a fist, and sunk back in. Now there was a scream. But the way that it shot curling ravenous fires into your core, you knew it wasn’t one of horror or pain. No. It was one of absolute, slutty pleasure. You moaned at the sound, your arm beginning to thrust into her ass slowly, intentionally, and with burning passion and desire to hear her wail again. She sounded so pretty, sounded so slutty.

Your now free hand moved to her cunt, your mind trying to stimulate her more, trying to ignore the way her ass was hot and deliciously tight around your forearm as your pinched and rolled at her clit. Your thumb stayed on her clit, but your fingers stretched to enter her clenching cunt that seemed to be in synch with her ass. YOu moaned in content at the feeling of her inner walls suctioning against your intruding finger, and you laughed upon feeling your moving arm within her ass against her cunt. And that beautiful, pitchy whine resonated deeply again, and your mind melted.

Your fingers and fist doubled in speed, the growing sharp moans through the walls fueling you to move faster, to be rougher, to make her see stars. No wonder why no one fucked her with love here, you thought as leaned down, teeth tearing against her ass cheek that read: mark me, please. Who could stay composed when this fucking slut was this goddamn loud.

“Such a good fucking princess, so slutty, so nice for your daddy,” you grunted,  against her skin, your hips snapping at air as the heat and wetness in your pants made you uncomfortable -- the need for more biting through your clothes. “You like my fist up your ass? You like everyone’s fist up your ass, don’t do? Doesn’t fucking surprise me with those stupid loud moans you make.”

Your words were hissed, your fingernails scraping against her pulsating, throbbing inner walls, and then it happened.

Her ass and her cunt clenched against your fingers and fist. And your jaw dropped as a rippling effect ran across your arm that was buried in her ass.

Was that a?

Holy fucking shit?!

“Princess, did your ass just orgasm?!”

A confirming, pathetic moan sent your mind to the moon.

Suddenly feeling as if this was too much for you, and with no way to relive yourself in this type of fuck room, you removed your hand quickly from her ass, your dominant hand grabbing the hanging sharpie on the wall and added two more tally marks on the number of times she’s cum.

You race out of there, the fire in between your legs too much to handle. Well, at least not before adding one more, important piece of information on her ass and on the wall: ‘if you fuck my ass like daddy did, maybe my ass will orgasm for you too.”

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