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lilacofficial · 5 months

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Episode 12

-Oh. The Title

-Where have I seen the actor that plays Elias' Mom? I'll have to look it up.

-ANYWAYS here we go.

-The4 only thumbnmail photos I saw was Josh in the shower and him and his dad

-They didn't keep that in the episode

-Carl?!

-Oh?

-STU?!

-Do you even live their bro

-Oh I guess yes

-What

-Is he an influencer

-IS HE A PROFESSIONAL GAMER?

-Woah

-OH MY GOD

-BRUHH THIS IS CRAZY

-Um. I feel like you need to get down from that high

-Destiny? Like the name of the next episode

-S I N

-How do you KNOW that you don't have coke

-Jibber jabber and skidadle

-THE SKINNY

-Poor Wolf

-Okay Josh. A man with a plan although I feel like he's still not going to be thinking straight givin his current life situation

-Oh it's dude.

I was about to say does he get like that with everyone with purple hair but yeah she's waering the same thing.

-Her dialect

-Oh yeah!

-Uh oh?

-OH!

-Hoppin John?!

-VR moment

-He developed a game?!

-Josh man you've got to stop. This is not your life. I take back what I said about the streamer thing.

-Man they sure love those smothies

-J O O S H

-Why did they repeat that?!

-He's dying in video games again

-What? Oh yeah that's not his name here

-WOLF

-EWW

-Poor Wolf

-She's tucking him back in?!

-WHAT?! I mean I get that she was a nanny for like years but dang. I was ot expecting all of that

-S I N

-Damn bro. Withdrawl hallcutinations going crazy.

-Aw the man in the spoon

-That was scary

-Brian

-THE DOG YOU KILLED

-Not even cocaine

-Oh my god Poor Wolf

-WHAT THE FUCK?! LMFAO HOW DID THEY GET HIM TO BE ON THE SHOW

-Pickles? Oh nevermind.

-Aw

-This is so sad

-YAY!

-HEY JOOSH! GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF YOUR ASS

-mONATGE TIME!

-Lol okay

-It's Brittnay from Good Mythical Evening!

-Is that Destiny? Oh god. TYhat is totally Destiny.

-ANOTHER GREAT SONG CHOICE

-In his defense last time he grazed boob it went bad. VERY BAD.

-He makes a good point

-Ooh he did it

-Another good point

-Wolf said plot armour

-OH MY GOD WHAT?!

-Time travel is fucked up

-He's got a point

-Damn Tiger

-I thought it was more mean then nice

-Okay buddy.

-HE'S RIGHT "JOOSH"

-Is everything better? Your girlfriend is a sex doll

-THAT'S A GREAT LINE!

-I WAS RIGHT! IT IS THEM!

-Oh no.

-OH NO.

-YIKES JOOSH SUCKS

-God this is so sad

-Why is the shower already on?

-AY WHAT THE FUCK?!

-EWWWWWWW

-Not me covering my screen. Is that what a dick looks like. Gross. No offense.

-And he is dead.

-A plan?

-God time travel sucks

-EIGHT BRAIN JOSH

-My fucking head hurts

-Aw it's the sound clips!

-Aw Wolf. He's back.

-No pickles?! Too much flavor maybe?

-I thought he was going to o7

-I'm so worried

#Future man #episode 11 #spoilers

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inagetawaycarxo · 2 years

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It’s your birthday the4 it is technically the 3rd where I live but happy birthday, you are such a captivating writer never forgot that love you 💐🌹🥺🥳🤩🌷🌺🌸🌼🌻🍀❤️💜🤍🖤💙💚💛❤️‍🔥❣️💕💞💓💗💖💘💝💟

aw thank you so much 💜🤍🥺

#birthday wishes #anon #asks #answered

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morgtootz · 5 years

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Feeling blue?

I’m a huge music junkie. Music is one of the only things that change my mood instantly

Hurting over a breakup? Listen to Mahalia

Hurting over lack of vulnerability? Listen to Sinead Harnett

Need to remember who the fuck you are? Listen to Lizzo

Missing someone? Listen to Adele

FEEL FREE TO ADD TO THIS LIST!

This was a spur of the moment post.

Add your favorite songs and artist. I will reference this list when I’m feeling down

#mental health #music #soul food #adele #lizzo #sinead harnett #mahalia #love yourself #comfort yourself #music saves lives #the4%

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seita · 4 years

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— live now: redlove | eijirou kirishima (m.)

pairing: eijirou kirishima/reader ft. katsuki bakugou.

genre: fluff, smut, pwp

wordcount: 𝟷𝟼𝟹𝟽

cw: cam couple!au, prohero!bakugou, established relationship

tags: voyeurism (bakugou’s pov), dirty talk, masturbation, humilation/degredation, begging, light praise, rough sex, doggy style, choking, hair pulling, light spanking, baku has a crush

note: i have no excuses for this lmao. i was originally gonna make this into a fic where bakugou joins u nd kiri but,,,i kind of want to make this like a series or something????

— bakugou enjoys porn. especially live cam porn. he discovers the cam couple redlove and is immediately smitten.

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next. the lottery: redlove ⇨

Bakugou watched porn. Just like every other guy on the planet. He enjoyed it, especially since as a pro-hero, he didn’t have the opportunity to get into sustainable relationships. He was the #2 hero so finding himself someone who wanted him because he was Katsuki Bakugou and not Ground Zero was near impossible.

So, he turned to porn. Sounds sad now that he thought about it but truthfully, he never thought twice about it. It was just the way things were.

More specifically, he had an interest in cam porn. The live stream kind. He couldn’t quite pinpoint why that was ― there was just something alluring about watching porn live.

Usually, he stuck to solo girl content, every once in a while he’d venture to the male side. It was only recently, however, that he discovered the booming community of couples cams.

Watching couples have sex live was even more enticing than watching men and woman masturbate or watching amateur porn. It seemed so intimate, watching these couples together. Almost forbidden.

And he was sure that was exactly what made him cum so hard every single time. He liked watching these couples have sex, feeling like he was seeing something he wasn’t supposed to.

Many times, he’d stroke his cock to the idea of being humiliated by a couple as he watched them together. Filthy thoughts and words filtered into his mind, his eyes closed as he panted to the idea. They’d call him disgusting, a pig for getting hard watching ― how only a slut would act as lewd as he did. Maybe they’d shame him; #2 pro hero Ground Zero a pathetic whore.

It wasn’t until one night, he laid in bed browsing the couple’s livestreams on his favorite website, he discovered one couple that immediately caught his eye. The thumbnail showed a redheaded guy with spiky hair sitting on the edge of the bed with a pretty girl with marvelously smooth skin sat behind him with her arms wrapped around his shoulders. The young man’s hair color must have been the inspiration behind their channel name: redlove. He could only assume they had just started the stream and were looking at comments when the picture set.

The stream was titled “We had a long day”. Bakugou couldn’t help but scoff at such a title, it was hardly enticing. Most streams had things like ‘watch me squirt until i cry!!!’ or “he makes my pussy hurt so good” or some other cringy shit. He would have been tempted to scroll past but he couldn’t deny just how attractive the couple was. Not to say there weren’t attractive people doing cam porn, no he’d seen his fair share of beautiful women and handsome men.

But redlove were stunning together. They looked like a perfect match, he could tell just by how you were holding him that just oozed affection for the redhead.

Another thing that caught the blonde’s eye was the view count: most cammers had in the double digits ― 20 or 30 viewers. Every once in a while he’d catch a particularly popular cammer and see a few hundred but it had never exceeded 200. So the live view count, the number of people watching them at that exact moment, was currently displayed on redlove’s stream link had him baffled.

Edging on 800 viewers. Sitting at 782.

It was clear the two of you were immensely popular. There had to be a good reason.

Curious and thoroughly intrigued, he tapped the screen of his phone to get into their stream.

It took a moment to buffer, all the activity with the chat making it lag a bit. When it finally finished loading, Bakugou felt like the air had been punched out of his lungs. His cock was immediately hard, straining against his boxers.

It was clear the two of you had been streaming for a while, judging by the fucked out blissful look on your face. Sweat glistened on your skin in the illuminating light of your bedroom.

You were on your hands and knees, your redheaded boyfriend on his knees behind you on a messed up bed, a pillow nearby that Bakugou assumed had been used to prop your hips up at one point. Your hair was wrapped tightly in his fist, using it for leverage as he hammered his cock into what Bakugou could only imagine was an absolutely dripping wet cunt.

The sounds you made were downright sinful, your lips swollen from no doubt kissing and biting. The redhead grunted suddenly, jerking you up onto your knees so your back was pressed against his chest. Bakugou couldn’t resist reaching down to palm his aching cock, throbbing and painful from neglect.

Your boyfriend groaned, glancing at the camera, “Everyone’s got a good view of your little cunt now, huh?” he growled moving his grip from your hair to your throat, “You like that, I can feel you squeezing me at the thought of all these people watching your pussy stretch on my cock. You’re stuffed so fuckin’ full you can barely stand it, isn’t that right?”

Bakugou couldn’t tear his eyes away from the scene. The4 dominance the redhead exuded rivaled his own and the way you so easily fell submissively to him was beautiful. There was so much trust in you ― knowing your boyfriend would take good care of you. Bakugou’s heart ached ever so slightly at the idea ― it was clear your relationship was a good one. It was something the pro hero would never hope to have himself.

You didn’t respond, your eyes rolling back in your head before closing. Your mouth was open, no sounds escaping due to the tight grip the redhead had on your throat. Your head rolled back to rest on his shoulder, legs spread to let him fuck your hole with everything he had. Your weight was braced completely on him, your partner dutifully supporting your body as you let him have his way.

With his free hand, he palmed your breast, pinching your nipple harshly to make you keen. Bakugou felt his cock throb at the sound. It was so whiny, pathetic. You were so completely submissive and at the mercy of your boyfriend. And you were loving every second of it.

Bakugou couldn’t deny he enjoyed witnessing it himself.

Your cunt was stretched wide, the HD camera giving spectacular quality to the way your juices dripped down the length plunging into your body. It dripped off of his balls and down your thighs. So fucking messy.

The redhead’s cock was big, something Bakugou himself could even feel envious of despite his own well-endowed size. Your cunt was tight, no doubt requiring a good amount of preparation to take him. He wondered if you enjoyed the stinging burn of pain when you took the cock. The blonde made a mental note to check out your part streams later.

“Gonna...gonna cum,” you gasped, warning your boyfriend.

He scoffed, sounding annoyed, “Do it then. I don’t give a shit.”

“Please, can’t!” you sobbed, finally opening your eyes to look up at him. He wore a cocky grin, knowing your pleasure laid in his hands.

“Why?” he teased, abandoning his hold on your breast to travel down the soft skin of your stomach, pausing right above where you needed him, “You need me to touch your little clit, hm? Is that what it is?”

You nodded desperately, grinding your hips down every time he sunk his cock into you, hoping to get more than you were being given, “Please!”

“Alright,” he sighed, pressing a kiss against your temple. The gesture was oddly soft and intimate in comparison to the harsh, punishing pace of his cock, “You had a long day. I’ll be nice. You better thank me for making this greedy little cunt cum.”

Finally, his fingers reached your swollen clit. A couple practiced circles over the bud had you tumbling over the edge. Bakugou gripped his cock through the material of his boxers as he watched you tremble and moan as the redhead fucked you through the high.

Letting out a sob at the overstimulation when your boyfriend still didn’t stop when you came down, you choked out, “Th-Thank you!”

“Good girl,” your boyfriend grinned, letting you fall back into your original position with your face buried in the blankets. The redhead tossed his head back, gripping your hips as he fucked into you, chasing his own orgasm. He laid a few harsh slaps against your ass, making you whimper, flinching at the impact but not running from it. Bakugou could hear the sharp sound of his hand making contact with your skin. Now that you had cum, the redhead let himself go.

And he did. Your boyfriend let out a groan of pleasure, announcing his release. He didn’t pull out, pouring his hot cum into your overstimulated cunt.

Bakugou’s cock throbbed once, twice before he was spilling a load of hot cum into his boxers. The white cum oozed through the fibers as his thighs trembled.

When he came back to himself, he looked at the screen to find you had curled up on your side with a dreamy smile aimed at your boyfriend, Bakugou couldn’t help but smile at the screen at how cute you looked. He moved towards the camera with a grin, having already pulled out.

“Thanks for watchin’!” that was all he said before the screen went dark and bold white letters flashed over the screen that said ‘this stream has ended.’

Bakugou’s attention moved to the chat, checking to see what was being talked about.

The comment that caught his eye was, “Eijirou and ______ are literally the power couple of porn.”

Bakugou sighed. Eijirou and ______.

The names of his new favorite cam couple.

#bnha x reader #kirishima x reader #bakugou x reader #kirishima smut #bakugou smut #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #eijirou kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou x reader #afton.writes

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certifiedskywalker · 4 years

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Death and Dunes - Din Djarin

Anonymous said: Could I request a mando x male! Reader where its after the ending of the final episode, and its just soft fluff and maybe a “I’m glad you’re alive” sequence?

Anonymous said: Hi! I’m really sorry to bother you, but can you write a Mando x Male reader? Nothing specific, I love your writing btw 💕

AN: Sorry this is so short, I hope it’s fluffy enough for you!

You could feel the sweat running down your limbs, your back, and your forehead. Never before had you been so slick with sweat. It was disgusting, sticky, but you were alive. In that moment, just breathing was enough for you to push ast any discomfort. The sweat was a reminder that you were still alive.

Smoke billowed up from the smoldering structures that once made up Nevarro’s main outpost. The cantina was nothing but a black smudge of ash; where would Karga meet with contacts now? You were half tempted to ask him as he and Cara made their way back to the grey remains. Yet, you didn’t speak up as they passed. Whatever they rebuilt, you knew that you would be welcomed back if the need to return to Nevarro ever arose.

The sand dunes around you were no longer your home.

As you walked past the pair, you dipped your head to them out of respect. Karga returned the gesture and continued to detail his reparation plan to Cara. You felt the starting of a smile pull at your lips as you turned you gaze back to the fuzzy outline of the Razor Crest. With each step, the ship became clearer and you heart grew warmer. In that moment, the heat of Nevarro was pushed from your senses, from your mind.

Your only thought was reaching the ship, taking a breath, and feeling safe again. It seemed that now, the4 only time you felt truly safe was when you were with Din. Never before had you clung to someone like you did with Din. Granted, there were times when his aloofness chipped away at your resolve and you wondered about where else you could go, who else you could turn to. There were places you could run to, build a new life on new soil, a home.

Yet, when you thought of home, you saw only the cramped quarters of the Razor Crest and Din’s gloved hands. Had you known that first time you boarded the ship that you would feel such a way, you could have laughed. Now, you silently thank Karga for giving you the same mission as Din. One slip up on the Guild's part and you were part of a family. A family of three, but the truest family you had ever known.

As you stepped up the loading ramp and into the Razor Crest, it felt like going home. Or, at least, what you imagined going home felt like: taking a breath of fresh air after being held underwater for too long. Relief washed over you and, for a moment, you forgot the wreckage you, Din, and the Child left in your wake. However momentary, you knew that it was that peace that would sustain you in the cycles to come. Running would tire you all but, like Din, you wanted to deliver the Child to where he truly belonged.

Though, that thought made your chest ache. The Child had brought you and Din together. If the mission was a success, where would that leave the two of you?

“The kid is asleep, if you’re ready to take off.”

You looked up and met the darkened visor of Din’s helmet. “Yeah, I’m ready. I just wanted to grab one of these.”

You pulled out a Stormtrooper blaster from your holster. Din cast his gaze to the weapon and you could feel his apprehension. You set the blaster to the side and stepped towards him.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t let a weapon go to waste not when-”

“I understand,” Din interrupted, raising a gloved hand. “We’ll need to restock on supplies, weapons,” he gestured towards your commandeered blaster, “soon. Just...we almost lost today.”

There was a softness to Din’s voice that caught you off guard. It was akin to the tone you often caught him using when he spoke to the Child. An almost fatherly sort of concern though, now, it was different. You couldn’t quite place how.

“Almost,” you echoed, “if it weren’t for IG-11…”

You trailed off, the image of the droid sinking into the magma playing in your mind. Din never told you what the droid did to help him. When he stumbled down into the sewers, seemingly healed from his head wound, you were too relieved to ask.

All you knew was that Din was saved twice over by the droid. Perhaps that was why he was so eager to leave, push on to whatever your journey held next. Maybe Din did not want to tempt fate any longer than he already had. Even now, knowing he was safe, standing before you, worry plagued your heart. You had just found each other; you didn’t want him to be taken away, not so soon, not ever if you could help it.

“But we’re alive,” you said, breaking yourself free from your thoughts. “Alive and ready, so we should leave before the bucket-heads get a read on our locations.”

You moved to head towards the cockpit and perhap for take off. As you did, you felt your stomach twist. Yes, you were a family again but you were going to be on the run. Safety would be fleeting and, as much as the Razor Crest was home, you ached at the thought of never settling down. Even if it was only for a little period of time, a few days, a week. You would be running, always running.

Before you could take a step further, you felt something catch your wrist. When you turned to see what it was, you saw Din’s hand. Warm, even through the glove, his fingers gave your wrist a gentle squeeze. Your worries dissipated at the touch, melted into the lingering Nevarro heat around you. There was that relief again.

“I’m glad you’re alive, Y/N.”

There that concern was again. Though, now you could place his tone. It matched the feeling in your chest every time you looked him, every time you closed your eyes and saw his hands, the very hands brushing against yours that moment. His voice sounded like home.

Careful not to pull your arm away from his grip, you stepped closer to Din. You could feel his fingers curl tighter around your wrist with the movement, as if he were scared. A Mandalorian, scared? You couldn’t believe it, believe that Din could be afraid, not really. Fearful yes, but nervous, around you? You smiled at the thought and dared to take another step.

With your free hand, you reached up and towards his helmet. As if approaching a wounded but dangerous creature, you held your hand out and hesitated before closing the gap. Against your palm, the beskar was cool. Din leaned into the touch, his grip on wrist relaxed but he did not let go. You did not need to see his eyes to know how he was looking at you.

“I am too,” you replied. “Glad that you are too.”

There was a brief, fleeting moment of peaceful silence. There was no battles, no death, no fear or running. There was not even the strange past or circumstances that tied your fate and the Mandalorians together. It was just you and Din. But peace for those leading lives like the two of you never lasted long.

Eventually, Din let go of your wrist and your hand slipped from his helmet. “We should leave,” he said, stepping past you. You watched him climb up into the cockpit. The smile on your lips never wavered.

“On to the next,” you agreed. You stepped towards the open ramp and took one last look at the Nevarro outpost. As you watched the smoke continue to rise, you felt a breeze against your skin. The winds were changing and you were leaving.

You hit the switch and the ramp began to rise. As it closed, you turned back into the interior of the Razor Crest. No matter where you were, you would be home.

Still smiling, you moved to climb up into the cockpit to stand with Din.

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alfuoblog · 2 years

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MY TARANTINO RESEARCH NOTES :)

I’ve been reading Tom Shone’s retrospective on the filmmaker Tarantino. I'm about halfway through the research but I thought it was rather interesting so I'm posting here. I hope you guys learn something like I have about filmmaking.

Cinematography-Tarantino knows that what is kept out of a shot is just as important as what is left in. This is done in Reservoir dogs when MR.BLONDE is left out of shot by a slow dolly. When he appears it adds something to his presence.

THE TARANTINO RETROSPECTIVE NOTES

“When i make a movie, I want it be everything to me; like I would die for it”

The very first page of the book quotes this, which was said by Tarantino. This quote derives from a deep personal connection Tarantino has with each of his movies. This shows the up-most importance of having a love for a product you are making because, when you do, you are able to treat it with the care it needs to be its fully realised self.

Location-Tarantino has written many of his scripts out in the world, whether it be in a coffee shop or restaurants, he makes sure he is out of his usual living conditions. This recently adapted into him sitting on his balcony, at his home, to write Django Unchained. This is important information because he clearly finds creativity in being away from the norm. Even though his balcony is a part of his home it allows a grander view of an area and this is important. Maybe when Tarantino is out there he can look out at the view and allow his mind to wonder. When he's at a coffee shop he allows his mind to wander because he is not tied down by his usual surroundings putting his brain in an unusual scenario where it is allowed to think and be free of the usual at home life.

Stakes-Tarantino is a master of creating tense, intriguing conversations between characters. He uses a very special technique which is much more engaging then a simple action scene or horrific imagery. He often uses subtext to create an innocent perspective for the viewer so that they are aware of stakes that some or all characters aren’t aware of. An example of t6his is ion the4 scene in Inglorious Basterds were the “Jew-Hunter” is questioning a farmer but the audience know that there are Jews beneath the floorboards. It is revealed that the “Jew-Hunter” knows this and this creates further tension because the audience begin theorising on what he will do. In the end he shoots them through the floorboards and confirms the audience's suspicions but by not simply saying or doing Tarantino creates a tense scenario that frightens the audience and makes them engage in the scene at hand.

Actors-Tarantino will write roles and often have an actor in mind that he would like to play them. He will then go meet this actor and he will want to hang with them before definitely casting them. This is because he wants to have chemistry with an actor and understand whether or not they will be able to fulfil the role he has in mind for them.

If an actor has a natural stroke of dialogue come across them and it works, Tarantino will not hesitate to have their dialogue in the final product.This was done when they began arguing over who got to be what colour in Reservoir dogs.

The experience-Tarantino aims to create mystery in his movies, not laying all evidence down so that the audience can make up their own conclusion to certain events. He personally enjoys having his emotions toyed with and that is why he does so to his audience making them question what may be the purpose of events and narratives. He decided not to lay it all out because it creates a more engaging experience for the viewer. He once said “If a million people see my movie, I want them to make a million different movies in their head”. This supports this idea of having his movies being unique to different viewers.

Inspiration-His movies are often inspired by other movies because of Tarantino's huge interest in movies. He is very much a movie nerd. He takes from these movies so that he can make unique experiences that may mix up multiple movies into a single one. He makes it clear that this isn’t done to pay homage to the movies but instead mimic them creating references and artistic expression into his movies.

Tarantino also draws from personal experiences to create interesting relatable storylines that he can sink his emotion and being into. This is done in Kill Bill volume one which has a plot that follows a mother after her partner who left her and her child. His mother did not do this but Tarantino’s father did not know he was born when he was. This makes his narratives extremely personal; to him and allows him to invest more himself into the creation of the movie. It also allows the twists that come in life to create compelling narratives. He does make sure that these personal narratives aren't a noticeable element of the movie because he wants that to be for himself and people who know him. It is rather a part of his life that he can draw from to create meaning in a movie without making it obvious the plot comes from a personal place.

Reservoir Dogs was inspired by many different people. These are listed at the beginning of the screenplay. An interesting inspiration was Chow Yun-Fat who made a movie named City On Fire. This movie was about a cop infiltrating a group of people planning a heist. This is very similar to the plot of Reservoir Dogs but with some large tweaks. Reservoir Dogs spins this concept on its head within the focus being on post-heist and also with it going terribly wrong. It is also inspired by Stanley Kubrick's the Killing and Max Bosseck’s Dillinger.

Subtext work-Before Tarantino began filming his movie Reservoir Dogs he went to Sundance film festival where he showed off some of the scenes from the movie in a directors lab workshop. He was asked by the professionals viewing the scenes what the subtext was and this allowed Tarantino to realise that the movie was about a man picking between his metaphorical son and his metaphorical father. Even though this is not what the movie portrays it does in its subtext.

A beginning-Tarantino began his first project when he and his friend made an 80 page script which they filmed over the next three years for just $5000. This shows that just beginning somewhere is important even if that work doesn’t amount to anything. In Tarantino's case it didn’t because it was set on fire because of a lab fire. This left only 36 minutes of the film safe.

Tarantino failed at his first filmmaking endeavour and he said he learnt how not to make a movie. He began writing scripts to create funds to make his own movie. True Romance was picked to be adapted into a movie which left the Reservoir Dogs movie unused although praised by the person who wanted the True Romance script.

#filmmaking #tarantinoverse #quentin tarantino #research #learning

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anastpaul · 2 years

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Our Morning Offering – 29 November – Jesu, be You my Life!

Our Morning Offering – 29 November – Monday of the4 First Week of Advent Jesu, be You my Life!Mnsgr Robert Hugh Benson (1871-1914)Chamberlain to Pope St Pius X I cannot live alone another hour,Jesu, be You my Life!I have not power to strive,be You my PowerIn every strife!I can do nothing– hope, nor love, nor fear.But only fail and fall.Be You my soul and self,O Jesu dear.My God and all!Amen

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#jesubeyoumylife #msgrroberthughbenson

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stories-for-sell · 3 years

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Welcome Home, Little Chromosome

Chapter 4 of Fake Relationship Gone Right. Gene returns home and finds a familiar, but surprising face waiting for him. WARNING: SCENE OF AN ATTACK/ABUSE< PROCEED WITH CAUTION

Gene leaned against the car window, watching the buildings and other cars fly by as they drove. Looking at him from the driver’s seat, Maria reached out and placed a gentle hand on her son’s knee, squeezing it lightly to get his attention.

“How you holding up, little chromosome?” She questioned, watching him slowly pull himself out of his thoughts to answer.

“I’m fine..” He told her, giving his mother his best, fake, ‘I’m doing well’ smile.

Apparently, it was believable enough, for she didn’t ask again or prod at the subject, and the car’s occupants once again fell into a silence, both standing stock still on wobbly tightropes, trying to reach each other like they did when he was a young boy, around when Dante was just starting school. But then, they drifted apart, the only reminder of the close bond they once had was in the form of dance practices Gene rarely attends. He shut himself off after 6th grade, meeting Zenix and Sasha, slowly turning sour until he no longer resembled the young, bright child Maria had raised, on both the4 inside and out.

When Maria steered the car into the driveway, she glanced at him, grinning as if she knew something he didn’t. He ignored her strange looks, opening up the door and waiting for her to bring the hospital-issued wheelchair around for him to get in, unable to walk until he could start physical therapy to heal after the attack, which severely damaged his muscles and set him way back. With her help, he stepped out of the car and lowered into, where he was wheeled up a makeshift ramp near their steps and through the front door.

Waiting to greet them on the other side of the foyer was his little brother Dante and.. Aaron!? Teal blue eyes widened at the sight of the taller student standing in the middle of his living room, looking very out of place with his scruffy appearance surrounded by a very clean and organized home. Seeing Gene, Dante rushed forward to hug him, only to be stopped by their mother, holding her arm in front of Gene and Dante, separating them.

“Dante, Gene needs rest, I don’t want you tackling him in hugs anytime soon, do you understand me?”

“Yes ma’am..” Dante mumbled, looking at the ground sheepishly. He squeaked when Gene ruffled up his hair and gave the younger a small smile.

“Don’t worry Hermanito, I’ll be good as new in no time!”

Behind his back, Maria motioned for Dante to leave him be, and then turned to Aaron. “Will you help get him up the stairs to his room, Aaron dear?”

Without any time to register what she said, Gene felt a pair of strong arms gently pick him up, his face heating as he lifted his head, staring at Aaron. Aaron was unaware of the look, as he carried him over to the stairs and began to ascend them. Down a familiar hallway, and through one door later, he was set onto his bed; the taller boy left the room, returning a few minutes later with the wheelchair, collapsed nice and neat to not take up much room, and set it beside the bed before sitting down on the edge and looking around.

“Nice room.”

“Why are you here?”

“Ouch. Is that anyway to say thank you for saving your ass?”

“I didn’t ask for your help.”

“Gene, you almost died!”

“So? Maybe things would have been better off with me dead.”

Aaron stared at him in shock, trying to process all of this. He looked at Gene, who refused to meet his eyes and instead opted to stare down at his bedspread, which was a dark navy blue color.

“Gene.. What did Balto say to you?”

“Nothing..” His voice cracked, and blue eyes remained trained on the bed spread.

“Why do you think that things would be better if you were dead?”

“Because they just would, Aaron! I do nothing but fuck things up and cause trouble for everyone else! Besides.. It’s not like anyone else really cares about me. I doubt even mom or Dante would really care if I died.”

“Gene… Your mother was in tears when she heard you were in the hospital. Dante decked a doctor just because he couldn’t tell us anything about your condition. Even Aphmau was terrified that you wouldn’t make it. Her mom had to pry her out of a waiting room chair to make her go home, and Vylad’s mom had to take him and Travis home with the help of her husband. All of them have been non-stop asking if you’re ok, when you were being released, could they see you yet.”

“.. You’re lying.”

“No, I’m not. Want some more proof? I have a huge fucking bruise on my chest from Zenix, and my cheek STILL stings from Sasha slapping me, just because I told them you were in the hospital. They thought I was the one who got you sent there.”

“Heh.. That’s Zenix and Sasha for you, they’d kill someone for me if I asked.”

“That doesn’t surprise me but see.. People really do care about you Gene. Dying wouldn’t solve anything.” Aaron told him, grinning as he watched a soft smile form on Gene’s face. But, that smile soon faded into a frown, as their eyes locked, ocean blue with coal black.

“What about Balto..”

“He’s been expelled from what I heard, and the police are keeping him in custody until they can get a statement from you, and then decide their next move.

“.... And what will happen when I go back?”

“I’m not sure, but no one who knows what happened is allowed to tell anyone else about the incident. Gene, if you don’t mind me asking.. What pissed Balto off so much?”

“You.”

Gene’s voice was soft, barely audible as he whispered the single word, looking back down at the bed spread as Balto’s voice rang in his ears, hurting his head and making his eyes swell up with tears.

“What does he have that I don’t? Huh!? What’s so good about Lycan that you chose him over me?” Balto snarled into his ear, delivering a swift punch to Gene’s gut and making him cry out, doubling over in pain as he empties the contents of his stomach.

“B-balto, please.. Leave me alone.”

“Shut up!” fingers threaded through his hair as his head was yanked roughly back, and he found himself staring into furious red eyes. “Shut. Up. You speak when I tell you too, do you understand me, bastard?”

A whimpering noise, nothing like anything Gene’s ever made before, escaped him, as he was shoved against the wall. Sharp teeth sank into his neck, rough fingernails digging into his skin and dragging across it, blood welling up in their wake.

He goes to scream, but a hand wrapped around his throat, restricting his breathing. Balto shoved him backwards again, and his head met brick, a sickening crack echoing through the abandoned parking lot. Hands tore at his clothes, his skin, anything they could reach. Gene was soon covered in so much blood and writhing in so much pain he didn’t even know where one injury ended and another began.

Blood dripped down the tan skin of his face, making it hard to see between that and his hair that fell like a mess over his face. Neither heard the bell. Balto was so focused on taking out his anger, he didn’t notice that Gene had become unresponsive, that the hispanic boy’s eyes were glazed over, or that his breathing was shallow. He didn’t even see the other man round the corner and stand there in shock.

What he did notice though, was the girl’s screams piercing the air. The feeling of hands grabbing his arms, pulling him off of the broken body.

Gene didn’t realize he was crying until calloused hands wiped away his tears and pulled him in, protecting Gene behind the wall of strong arms. His head was resting on Aaron’s chest, who simply held him in silence, waiting for the moment to pass. Seeing Gene look at him, he offered a sympathetic smile.

“You with me now?” He asked, moving some hair out of Gene’s face.

“Y-yeah..”

“Alright, I have to go home soon, you should get some rest.”

“I got plenty of rest at the hospital, I don’t need any more.” Gene replied, pulling back and wiping away some more tears.

“I know.. But it’s like a mandatory thing to say to someone in your position, you know?” The raven-haired man told him, standing up and looking at Gene. “Alright, I should get going. I’ll stop by tomorrow with Aphmau and her two friends, mainly so they’ll stop bugging me, alright?”

“HA! Alright. That’s fine.. Mom says it’ll be at least a month before I’m healed enough to go back to school.”

Aaron stood there a bit awkwardly, unsure of what to do. He eventually just gave Gene a wave before leaving the room.

Now alone, Gene struggled to get out from on top of his blanket, pulling it over himself and laying down. He picked up his phone, turning it on. And instantly regretting it as it blew up with notifications from his friends, and just random kids in school whose numbers he forgot that he’d had.

He opened the group chat with Zenix and Sasha, reading a few things before exiting, just as a message came into that conversation.

WhiteHairedW(b)itch: Eugene, you better fucking reply to us.

Porcupine: You forgot we all have Iphones, and we can see when you read our messages. So answer us.

WhiteHairedW(b)itch: Or we’ll spam your phone until you do.

AngryHispanic is typing…

…

Porcupine: EUGENE ALEJERA, IF YOU DON’T REPLY, I’M GOING TO KILL YOU.

AngryHispanic: Already nearly died, that threat holds no power over me now. And I’m tired, can’t we talk later?

WhiteHairedW(b)itch: Gene, it’s been a week since we’ve so much as saw you read our texts. What happened?

AngryHispanic: Balto, obviously. Seriously, We’ll talk later. I’ll even video call to make you happy.

Porcupine, WhiteHairedW(b)itch is typing…

Porcupine: Fine. Talk to you in a bit, Mom’s calling me anyways.

WhiteHairedW(b)itch: Ttyl, I Love you, you idiots.

Porcupine: Love ya too, sis.

AngryHispanic: I love you guys too, seriously.

He set his phone down, a small smile gracing his lips, which parted to let a quiet yawn slip past. Gene settled down into his bed, never realizing how comfortable his mattress was until staying on uncomfortable hospital beds for a week. Sleep wasn’t too hard to come by for once, and he drifted off quicker than he has in years, dreams full of his friends, his mom and brother, and even some nice ones of Aaron, all of which left that small smile resting upon his sleeping face, as he took the first few steps into recovery.

#aphmau vylad #aphmau gene #aphmau laurance #Aphmau #aphmau aaron #aphmau aaron lycan #official frgr tag #aphmau pdh #aphmau phoenix drop high #aphmau sasha #aphmau zenix #aphmay travis #gene x aaron #fanfiction #multi-chapter fic #mentions of abuse #mentions of assault tw

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renee-writer · 4 years

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A Boy's Gonna Run But, A Real Man's Gonna Stay Chapter 2 A Tall Red Haired Man

“Owe.” She runs into a solid wall which turns out to be the chest of a very tall man. She looks up into the brightest blue eyes she ever seen.

“Sorry. I was distracted didn’t see you.”

“You must have been lass. I am hard to miss.” His Scottish burr tickles her ears. “James( Jamie) Fraser.”

“Claire Beauchamp. Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand. A bit informal as she has been against his chest. He takes it anyway. “I must be off. Another class. See you around Jamie.”

“Claire.” He says just to say her name aloud. She hurries off and, before he heads into class, he watches her walk away. “Lord help me. She has a fine arse.” He thinks before entering the class she had just left.

He is study medicine. His dream, since childhood, has been to be a veterinarian. He had grown up on a farm, an auld estate that had been in his family for 300 years. His elder brother had stayed at Lallybroch, running the farm with his sister. His baby brother is still at school.

He will start vet school next year but needs this course in non-traditional medicine, the use of herbs and plants, to know what is harmful to animals. He knows some, of course, growing up on a farm.

Animals and their care and rugby are his loves. He also plays rugby for Oxford. The one thing he doesn’t understand is the lasses. He had a girlfriend in school. A blond girl who wanted sex on their first date. But despite the fact he wasn't a virgin, he wasn’t the kind to just wildly sow his seed. It has to be more.

So, at 25, he was fully concentrating on his studies and not worrying about the lasses.

Claire has one more class and then heads to lunch. She has fish and fries( called chips here, something to get used to). After, she heads to the library.

Cambridge’s library is vast. It is a perfect place to do research on her book. That is what she is doing when a shadow falls over her. She looks up.

“May I join you Claire?” Jamie asks.

“Sure. It is free.” She returns to her research but hears him pull out a seat. He sits and she feels his glance on her.

“You know you really hurt me earlier lass, when you ran into me.”

“Sorry. I didn't mean to.”

“It is alright. You can make it up to me by having coffee.”

“Sorry Jamie, I am busy right now,” Her hand sweeps across the books and notes. “But I can tomorrow morning.”

“Okay lass. You know it gets dark quite early here.”

“Does it? How early?” She knows but is enjoying the banter.

“Well, in the fall around 4. But in winter 3.”

“That is early.”

“Aye. May I walk you home?”

“Well, let's see what time I finish.” He nods and finally gets down to studying himself. They share the table and a comfortable silence. She finishes at 6.

They leave together, Jamie covering them both under his huge umbrella. It is dark, cold, and rainy. Typical English weather.

“Where do you live Claire?”

“On Queens Street. Not far.”

“I will still see you to your door so you don't get wet.” She can't argue with that and is enjoying his company. When they get to her door, he asks for her number. “So, we can arrange to have coffee.”

“I will just meet you at the coffee house at nine.”

He is intrigued by her. Must lasses he meets fall all over him. Claire is different. He likes that.

She arrives at the coffee shop at 9 and finds Jamie there with a coffee and muffin before him

She orders and joins him. They share the kind of, getting to know you, small talk inappropriate for the setting of a library. She finds out they are both studying medicine. He learns how old she is.

“You don't look 36.”

“Thank you. Good genes. I have to run. Have class.”

“Aye. Will you come to our rugby game, as you are just learning your native countries sports.”

“Thank you. I would love to.”

They meet several times, for coffee or studying, before the game. He asks for her number. She deflects every time. It intrigues her to him more.

She comes to the game, which she discovers is like a rougher form of American football, and loudly cheers. Oxford wins and Jamie invites her to the4 Candles, a local pub. She accepts and the toast Oxford's victory. After a few drinks, she finally gives him her number. He sees her safely home and then texts her. She texts back the following morning, thanking him for the night before.

That morning Jamie is approached, in the quad, by a lass that has been following him around for months. She practically sits on his lap. He rudely orders him off. He has no interests in a lass that is just after his body.

#my writing #modern au #a boy's gonna run but a real man's gonna stay #a tall red haired man #outlander fandom #outlander fanfic

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nicklukenelson · 4 years

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Calm, 5sos album review

They're not in order cuz I didn't know the order sorry! (Ps: I know this is long but I dont know how to hide text under the cut, Sorry!)

Red desert: I LOVE THIS SONG! It's pretty repulsive but that kinda just adds to the vibe? It's a very vibey and disco dance night kinda song and even though the4 lyrics are repeated it feels different every time they say it lol! I love this one, absolute bop: 10/10

Best year: okay okay I'm loving Luke's voice! The lyrics are so cute too and a little sad but its 5sos so... This song feels like the embodiment of every trope ever in a y/n fanfic!! "I wanna hold your hair when you drink to much, carry you home when you can not stand up"??? Tell me that not a 5sos y/n fanfic I DARE YOU! It's a little repetitive and not to be problematic on main but I preferred the acoustic version with just Luke. This ones got a lot going on OH THOSE DRUMS! Okay wait his voice so snapped at the end there that was INEDIBLE! 7.5/10

Old me: THIS SONG IS SO HECKIN ADORABLE OKAY?!?! AND IT DOES NOT DESERVE THE HATE. The lyrics are cute and the music video is ABSOLUTE PERFECTION so... the chorus is a little boring but the VERSES SLAP SO FUCKING HARD! His falsetto! I really love Luke's voice on this one and the harmonies buuut the chorus is a little...eh? The drums and bass is so cool tho! The songs a little long but I LIVE for the bridge and the symbolism in their lyrics, Ima give this one a 6/10

Not In the Same Way- this song just wastes no time to knock you off your feet, OMG! I really like the lyrics but his voice is a little boring, WAIT NVM TAKE THAT BACK! "We fuck then we fight then you call me a psycho"!!! I LOVE THAT LYRIC! "Throw rocks at your window" these boys have an obsession with vandalism lol! I REALLY like the lyrics but the "Not in the same way" is kinda throwing the whole vibe off for me. I DO love the beat and flow of the song and how he sings rhe lyrics especially the spinning effect added at the end of "psycho". THE BRIDGE UGH THATS THE BEST PART OF ALL OF THE SONGS! OKAY! listened to this song about 3 times more and this song is definitly a bop 7/10

Lover Of Mine: highkey whenever I hear the title I think of the song by Alannah Myles, lol. The guitar is so pretty and his voice is too! Really smooth so far everything flows so beautifully. "Butterfly lies" is that a parallel to Teeth? THAT HUM WHO GAVE HIM THE RIGHT! It's so fucking cute I can't....the prechorus wow! The falsetto! The chorus! The drums! This entire song slaps so fucking hard, it makes me want to propose and sob at the same time 10/10

Thin White Lines: I love how it starts with the guitar/base, then the beat gets heavier and then Luke's vocals just coat it on top, beautiful progression! The chorus kinda slaps you in the face tho, ngl. I love the harmonies and the vocals and the beat buuuut it feels simultaneously too slow and too fast? Like not fast enough for dancing but too slow for the soft vibe, imo. Once again the bridge fucking slaps! "I dont think I like me anymore, can someone tell me who I was before". Lowkey, my favourite part of the song 5/10

Lonely Heart: so I already decided I loves this one from the title, sorry not sorry. THE SOFT COUNTING AT THE BEGINNING! Very stripped down so Luke's voice is the main focus, as a luke girl, I like it very much. The hint of vibrato when he sings "follow" but its breathy and more intimate is so amazing! I love that it feels like he's singing to me in this one! Okay the songs getting a bit fuller and BAMN hit ya with that chorus, my dudes! I love this chorus! The harmonies and simultaneous singing is giving me queens vibes and then the way it fades out back into an acoustic but the guitar is layered eith the beat now! THE HARMONIES! This song lures you in with a soft, comforting embrace and then SLAPS you in the face with the chorus but in a way where you want to thank them, lol! I'm not as big of a fan of the lyrics but the rest is perfection, omg. AND THE BRIDGE WOOPITY WOO! THE RUNS!!!!!!! 9/10

No shame: I love the base? On this song it's so cool! Also the close ups on Luke's face during the MV are nice,😏 I like this song basically jsut makes fun of society, it's a whole mood honestly. I'm gonna give it an extra point because of the highnotes, but, it kinda bores me, I'm sorry 😔 4/10

Easier ( live from the vault): okay yall I see where the hate comes from but I LIVE for this song. It is very poppy but it's still good, C'MON! It's a song I could dance to and the lyrics are something I really relate with. I'm also giving props cuz this song is a BITCH to sing, lol! Solid 7/10

Teeth: listen y'all this is my favorite song at the moment so I might be a *bit* biased, lol! I love the background stuff its SOO GOOD! Also this song is as well another song that is a fucking BITCH to sing so, props. I seriously want " late night devil" tattooed on me somewhere like especially with this quarantine🤔 THE BRIDGE IS SO SENSUAL! I love this song so much and refuse to find anything wrong with it so im giving it a 10/10

High: HOW DARE THEY START OFF BY LITERALLY WHISPERING IN MY EAR! His vocals slap so hard already, geez! GOOSEBUMPS!! The moment his voice got deep and all raspy, I was not prepared! "I need to stop letting me down" is my motto and the way he sings that is so fucking pretty. His voice is so so so pretty in this and smooth but still has that breathy quality and slight rasp that makes it feel so personal! And that high (ha!) note on "down" in the chorus? 😍 I like that this song doesnt really have much going on and how at the end the boys join in at the chorus and then how they end it on a lower note 15/10

#5sos #5sos4 #five seconds of summer #5sosfam #calm tag #calm 5sos #calum hood #calum 5 seconds of summer #calum 5sos #ashton irwin #ashton 5 seconds of summer #ashton 5sos #luke hemmings #luke 5 seconds of summer #michael clifford #michael 5 seconds of summer #michael 5sos #sorry that was a lot

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allthefilmsiveseenforfree · 5 years

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Mary Poppins Returns

I’m a bad Disney fan, because I have only seen the original Mary Poppins once, and that was probably 20 years ago. I recognize the spirit and emotional flavor of it more than I really remember it, you know? So forgive me if my comparisons of this sequel to the original are not quite accurate - I’m working off of feelings here more than anything. And there were quite a few feelings being felt during my showing of Mary Poppins Returns. What kind of feelings? Well...

Mainly wonder, a tiny bit of boredom, and a deep sadness followed by overwhelming joy. The plot of Mary Poppins Returns (as if that’s why you’re seeing it) follows young Michael and Jane Banks (Ben Whishaw and Emily Mortimer), the siblings from the original, now all grown up. Michael has three young children of his own and they’re struggling to keep the household running smoothly about a year after Michael’s wife has died. Jane is helping as best she can, but when lawyers come calling to collect on an overdue loan things look very dire, and the Banks family is going to lose the home that’s been theirs for over 30 years. If they can find the certificates of ownership showing they own shares in the bank, they can save the house but if not...the house is gone forever on Friday at midnight. Enter Mary Poppins (Emily Blunt) to take care of the children during this time of crisis (with some help from lamp-lighter Lin Manuel Miranda) and help remind Michael of what’s really important.

Some thoughts:

Emily Blunt does an incredible job making the role her own as much as she can. It's impossible to measure up to the incomparable Julie Andrews, but I think this is as close as you could get. I love that her Mary Poppins is a little more brusque, a little more twinkling eye because she’s in on the joke. I couldn’t imagine this one singing “A Spoonful of Sugar” but that’s also not what these kids need, so it works really really well.

Colin Firth! How could you!

The scene stealer for me is honestly Ben Whishaw, but I've been his biggest fan since 2012. His song in which he sings to his dead wife because he misses her terribly and doesn’t know what to do had me literally sobbing. That’s what they don’t tell you about finding the love of your life and getting married - now any time I watch anything in which someone loses their spouse, I’m a wreck because I’m imagining what it would be like if I lost Wife and I cannot. handle. it. Combine that with the4 dulcet tones of maybe the sweetest, best actor in Britain and I just...*SOB*

I regret to say the film does feel longish. About 20 min too long. If it were me, I would have cut some of the extended dance numbers and honestly jettisoned Meryl Streep’s number as a crazy Russian(?) cousin who fixes unfixable things. I love Meryl as much as the next person, but this sequence felt like it took aaaaaages for very little payoff that could have been gotten elsewhere.

The big cameo appearances were excellently done in a way that didn't feel forced or pandering.

It’s honestly kind of weird to think of a big bank working FOR people's interests and swooping in to save the day rather than dancing in the flames of people’s misfortune. Although I suppose the film is set over 100 years ago, so maybe this is meant to be a quaint reminder of capitalism’s yesteryear when big banks weren’t predatory monsters? I’m happy we get a happy ending, but I grew up during the housing crisis, so you’ll excuse me if all is not forgiven after one feel-good movie.

Shockingly, I was very pleased with the children’s performances. Excellent casting, because the children are so integral to a movie like this successfully achieving its goals.

The lamplighter choreography was very Newsies-esque, but probably the closest to a showstopping number. Overall the choreography and dancing performances were lovely to watch.

The music! While none of the songs have that instant classic Sherman Brothers shine to them, they’re trying their damndest to get there. All are passable and worthy follow-ups to the original film’s songs. Wife pointed out that the songs seemed to specifically be written for the adult actors’ range, rather than the other way round, which leads to stronger vocal performances from Blunt and Miranda. There’s even a little rap section for Lin to do, which was charming.

Charming is the best word to describe anything regarding Mary Poppins, and this film is no exception. Strong performances from Blunt, with lively help from Miranda, keeps everything afloat, while the emotional heart of the film comes from Whishaw. Just like in the first film, this Mr. Banks needs saving, and watching that transformation happen is just as joyous as it was in the original.

#118in2018 #mary poppins returns #mary poppins returns review #emily blunt #ben whishaw #lin manuel miranda #meryl streep #emily mortimer #mary poppins #movie review #film reviews

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tortricidae · 2 years

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Twirl

Okay so here’s the deal. We are going to follow a day in the life of Poseidon because we really do not have much of a choice otherwise lest the cosmic horrors that plague us bring us to ruin because the hardheaded mans is still asleep right now and there is nothing that you or I or god can do to rectify this, since Poseidon is a god and all, it can become almost impossible to adjust the world to accommodate the changes we need in order to survive in this hellscape world that seemed to have sprung up out of nowhere. For instance, the last time we followed the lord of sea, master of the waters, domain of madness and the king of the prosperous, he was dreaming of ruining the lives of the land dweller foxes who dared to be in his immediate vicinity without giving him the awe he rightfully deserved. And with delusions like that and an all powerful grasp over the frightful tears and realities of the land dwelling foxes, it was no wonder that this mess was even happening in the first place. Consider for a moment the perspective of the fox who had thought about going on a nice and simple vacation to relax and have fun. Maybe find some new friends, learn a new skill, get out of the house after the worst year in history followed by the second most worst year in history and now all you’re able to look forward to is shadow monsters and vague not foxes and crabbots. The fricken crabbots.

Poseidon was posing in front of rht mirror because he had nothing better to do. The age old conundrum of what in the fresh ever loving heck he was going to wear was still a question at the forefront of his mind and if he had to look at another parade of tasteless and joyless ensembles, he was probably going to explode and take the bulk of the scarfox realm world with him in a tantrum that would only be matched by the storm of the century. The movie, not the idiom, as storms of the century seemed to be happening at a record breaking pace. Every year and it was definitely because of climate change thought Poseidon did not know that because the only thing he knew was fashion and misery and madness. The prosperity of his demands was at an all time high. Some loser had devoted several weeks to scouring the lands for his shells and each day that they were active, Poseidon was growing more and more powerful, able to remove the mental barriers for the older land dwelling foxes so they too could join in his perfect world that he had made just for them. What a sweet and endearing and approachable guy.

The time now was to look at all the uninteresting things uninterestedly while pondering the existence of perfection and whether or not Poseidon was capable of dressing so well that the other gods would not only come out of their domains to witness him, but would revel in his attire and perhaps even adopt some of the techniques into their own styles and fortitude, even if it was not going to work out in the long run. Poseidon was the first, but coincidentally, also the youngest at the moment because the raging waters were both the oldest and youngest element, since this was how time worked I decided. He was draped in fabrics both old and new from all manner of time period that were equally flattering and obtuse. Changing a light speed as he twirled and twirled, shooing crabbots away from his quarters as he begged his saddled brain to settle on something so that he could finally go about his business and not have to hang out int the glum zone for another twelve million and half years. This was the hardest part about dressing himself and even though he did take the time out of his busy day to do the4 unthinkable and talk to land dwelling foxes who had come to visit him, he was still struggling. He had worn fabrics from times that had long since passed, fabrics that had not been invented yet, fabrics made of colonies of crabbots working together to simulate clothing, and fabrics made of the fabrics left over when scarfoxes died because they were not following the rules his beach had, which had been clearly delineated on the sands and in the winds and on the water and beamed directly into their minds in some cases, but none of the fabrics he had encountered had appealed to him in the same way that the idea of wearing a fabric thing made of some kind of material gained through likely illegal means. Though what counted as illegal for a god was anyone’s guess.

Still he twirled and twirled and twirled, assessing himself in the mirror like a petulant child. He was wearing a pant suit this time and it was pink with one hundred and twenty three pink polka dots on it in an abstract pattern that might have meant something to somebody, but it did not mean anything to him soe he was just going to ignore it like he ignored everything else he did not like. That was why there was two groups of land dwellers completely isol;ated from each other but still somehow suffering the same fate and madness and despair as the parallel worlds broke down into utter chaos.

He thought the pink was a little too much for his delicate but still very perfect sensibilities and as soon as Poseidon finished twirling, he started to disrobe and throw the garments right into a conveniently placed trash can that disappeared as soon as he was not looking at it anymore.

Pink polka dots was really not his style for this event. No, he would simply look for something else that was more inline with his current fashion desires. For whatever that was worth.

#poseidon #scarfox #closed species #writing tag

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