#we stayed during a fucking global pandemic

[cmtcahrule]

No Words. Part 2.

For those who can't or won't watch.

26. After our wedding I had purchased all of these lanterns. I had this storage unit of all of these lanterns because they really went with the vibe. I had him and his friends drive them in a U-Haul to Texas which was really helpful until they got stopped at the border with weed and went to jail. So they helped when they could.

27. So when things really blew up for him, which I knew took some years, and you were in the spotlight at red carpets, and you were at big movie premiers, and more eyes were on you, how did that feel? Like you had the taste of fame from the hosting, but did you like being in that spotlight of Hollywood? It felt really weird. Like I should be asking questions. I felt like I still wanted to be the person asking questions. There’s always a fine line. You want to be a supportive wife. But you don’t want to lose your identity. Your husband’s career is going one direction but I have always found it tricky to be a supportive wife and maintain everything else that I want. How can I maintain my young, bitch self and be who I am?

28. I wondered how you felt when he was doing really well and you had to come along for the ride? Everything goes back to relationships. We were best friends. We went everywhere together. We didn’t have kids for 5 years. We were together on every set and every experience. I have so many of my friends from his movie sets like Social Network.

29. Where were you when your marriage was ending? Were you ready? I don’t think anyone is ready. I am such a family person. My family is everything. I would literally do anything to take any pain away from my kid. There is literally nothing I would not do.

30. I am a very Christmas card, basic bitch girl who believes family is more important than life or work. I would honestly do anything to keep my family together.

31. During COVID ahead of the divorce announcement: He was having struggles with his dad. He said mentally I am not OK. Like for me, if anyone said I am not OK, you don’t argue with that.

32. Long story short, he left. I saw some text messages that were not supposed to be sent to me.

33. You know what, we have worked so hard and come so far, you just don’t leave your family during a global pandemic. Especially with everything that we have been through.

34.Yes, family is important, but some people are OK with infidelity, but some people can move on, some people can turn a blind eye, but I fucking deserve the world and I am not the girl.

35. I think people make mistakes but I was never going to stay in a relationship where I was disrespected.

36. I remember screaming and crying and not understanding how and why that this could even be happening after we had so many plans. We wanted more kids. We wanted to be in this neighborhood.

37. It was the most horrible time of my life. I am strong. Yes, you are strong as fuck. From the sidelines, watching you…the way you handled it should be written about.

38. Did he try to fight for the marriage when you wanted to end it? He was not in a great place at the time. I won’t speak on his behalf in terms of treatment but all I wanted for him was for him to get help.

39. I drove him to the airport.

40. A good place to heal is where there is no paparazzi or tabloids. I honestly think that one more year might be our “safe zone” here. It is not like we are hiding but I just want to protect them until they can understand that we are both in really healthy places now.

41. I told my daughter I will buy half of your car if you wait until you are 16 to have a phone.

42. I don’t want to overstep but this came out in the media that Armie is paying $1,500 per month in child support and for some reason that became public. I have built a really successful company and I have 3 shows right now in production. I am so grateful for the success of my company and my team. I can sit here and literally spend however many dollars on another year of arguing back and forth with him about how much money and it is such a waste. I will provide for our kids. They are with me all the time.

43. We were in LA and we were staying at my friend’s house and together putting the kids to sleep and reading a book together. That is what kids want and that is what makes them happy. If that is the one thing I can give them I will. There is nothing I won’t do for them. They didn’t ask for any of this.

44. Are you still dating your hot boyfriend? Yes. He is amazing. He is from Lithuania. Born and raised in a small village. He is a physical therapist. I am in love and I love him.

45. So if you move to LA is he going to come? I don’t know. Everyone says the city will ruin him. He is very traditional. He is only 26.

46. The kids love him so much. He is so present and great with them. He is never on his phone.

47. Our family of four, including Armie, is really important to them. That is their identity now.

48. Regarding work: I am excited for the one on Discovery. It is basically a Dateline but with modern terms. Toxic relationships. I am manifesting 300 seasons of it.

49. We have also done a show on Hulu about opening the location here in Cayman which I am hosting and producing. A couple of other ones that just sold.

50. In the end, everything comes down to trauma. Maybe you are filling a void you did not have when you were younger. We are all products of our upbringing. And that really manifests itself in romantic relationships.

#Youtube

[saintsenara]

I always love hearing about people’s fandom and reading/writer journeys especially since they usually involve some very cursed content and fun navigating ‘90’s and ‘00’s tech. Where did you start, what got you hooked, how have your tastes changed over the years, what made you decide to go from reader to writer? 💖

thank you for the ask, anon - and you’re correct that my experience was one of cursed 2000s technology, given that i started reading harry potter fanfiction via the twin madhouses of livejournal and fictionalley, nothing ever tagged beyond ‘lemon!!!’, on the family computer using dial-up internet [god bless the fact that the parents of my generation had no inclination to care about what we were consuming online - one of my brothers was a huge fan of rotten.com, and he's perfectly well-adjusted...]

my reading tastes were, initially, lord of the rings focused - i still think* about a particular elrohir/námo mandos fic which had me in chokehold when i was about fourteen - but i was as big a harry potter fan as anyone of my generation [shoutout in particular to one of my pals, who spent the entirety of a geography trip in 2006 speculating what the unknown horcruxes could be with me while we froze our bollocks off in some godforsaken bog in county antrim]. so it wasn’t a surprise, i suppose, that i was clicking on any fan-fiction links i could find for that series too…

[the fic which has stayed with me most profoundly from those days was called something along the lines of murder at malfoy manor which was on fictionalley and was this exceptional combination of the rules of cluedo and the ron-is-time-travelling dumbledore theory. it was incredible.]

but i wasn’t a writer. i was one of those science-y, not-like-other-girls teenagers who was performatively really cunty about other girls who liked to write little stories or draw little pictures, which i thought was fundamentally unserious. the fact that i was an avid consumer of these stories didn’t make me question what the fuck i was being such an arsehole about…

because i loved a bit of fan-fic, and not only did i love fan-fic but i demonstrably had a fandom presence and was clued up on fandom lore - i could quote my immortal, i knew what a snape-wife was, i was on a forum or two - although i went to great lengths to avoid anyone in my real life discovering that. and i do feel extremely proud of myself that i have a reputation among people i know for not having been particularly cringe as a teen [how little they know… i’ve just got a good poker face.]

i lost interest in harry potter when i went to university - i started uni in 2010, when it was still socially acceptable to be really into it, and i definitely went to my fair share of themed parties in the first couple of years, but by the time i graduated in 2016 (i did medicine, so it’s a six-year slog…) i’d not opened the books, watched the films, or thought about the fandom in years. i remember rolling my eyes at the number of people i know who went to see cursed child when it first opened. bit cringe to be in your twenties and into harry potter, isn’t it?

[lol. lmao.]

but a global crisis changes things, i suppose.

like so many people, i got back into fandom during the coronavirus pandemic - although, regrettably, not because i was stuck at home. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to accurately describe what it was like to work in a hospital in 2020, except to say that by the time i got home each day the only thing i could do other than stare blankly at a wall was lose myself in the comfort of media i knew well and its memories of a simpler time. and once i’d re-read the books a few times… well, it was only a matter of time before i was scrolling ao3 at 3am.

and, because my ego hasn’t changed even if my relationship with my own gender has, it did not take a lot to convince me that i could write stories which were just as good as the ones i was reading.

you can be the judge of whether i succeeded.

[*i’m being coy. i have it bookmarked on ao3]

#asks answered #asenora on writing

[lyuniephantasy]

a year ago

if i woke my self from 365 days ago up and told her all of these, she’d just look at me with confused eyes. where that tattoo on my arm came from, why sanremo is more important than eurovision for me now, how i got get this glow up, who the fuck alessandro and riccardo are, what the heck this thing i call brividi is and associate with diamonds, pearls, and bikes, how i am going to italy for 1/2 of that thing this summer, how i met my best online friends, how all of these happened… little does she know…

it was the last saturday of my midterm holiday and i was like “oh god tonight we have sanremo right? maybe i can watch it.” and made my preparations for the night (buying a couple of packs of snacks for the whole evening, energizing enough to stay up until 6 am, having a nice dinner etc etc) i don’t remember what i ate tho. i just remember where i was sitting in the table and how i persuaded my parents to stay up with me - but they left to sleep after the sevent song and the magic started… the magic started at the fifteenth song. there was a so beautiful boy, out of this world, he was making magic up there in the stage. he was next to mahmood, an artist i had known before thanks to eurovision. i was just about to celebrate his comeback but there was this boy with him called “blanco”, white in spanish, wearing all white, just like a “higher era” boy for me - that i was so longing for, with that trancing beauty, that magical deep voice, and the song he sang whith mahmood.

the song was what made me bring the memory of my first love back. it was 2019, i had just started high school and there was a boy in my class. the tall blonde boy with the character in my imaginary - it was so real for me back then. but i realized it was all my imaginary later on in the pandemic. anyways, i loved this guy so much. i was always taking my guard (staying next to him everywhere i can) to talk to him and tell about my feelings and also to feel safe for a bit. because his shoulders were there on that bus we took to get back home after that one earthquake in september 2019. anyways we had so much memories in our first six months at school anfd then a global pandemic seperated us and told us to go home. and never get out for a while. during that times, the big flower in my heart slowly started to fade.

two weeks before brividi’s release. i sat opposite to a young looking pretty woman who said me that she’s going to embrace me. with that faded flower and so much pain in my heart. i cried it out. i talked about that flower.

“let’s revive it.”

then two boys from italy came to give the first drops of water to that newly wakening flower. the flower is now put away somewhere in my heart but it’s always living and will always do. thanks to the that two boys that watered them, and later introduced themselves as “alessandro” and “riccardo” and did so more job in this garden, my heart, than just helping me revive the flower of the first love. they helped me love myself as well, they allied with that woman whose opposite chair i was sitting and crying out for weeks, months, and slowly started to heal me. they made me move on for my life, reminded me that this life is mine and i should be no sad anymore because of things and people who don’t even know about my existence, make all my past selves proud with everything i accomplish, live on. and just live it like this.

thank you mahmood and blanco, or should i refer as alessandro and riccardo, for everything. for all the memories. for all the glow-up. for all the magic. for all the amazing people i met on this rollercoaster. for all of the positive emotions you give me even in desperate times. for all the telepathic hugs when i was crying alone every night on my bed. for the motivation to get up on every day i wake up to the dark. for whispering life on a diamond bike to that beloved dead flower. for making me embrace all of my past, present and my future. for literally everything.

let’s ride on our diamond bikes of life to the sky full of pearls. let’s sing forever, let’s love forever 🚲

vi voglio bene 💎

#sanremo 2022 #sanremo #blanco #mahmood #blahmood #brividi

[realthoughtsrawemotions]

If I want to see the world change I have to see it within myself to change first. My lense shapes my reality and my energy impacts my environment. As within so without. It all starts with my own attitude and beliefs about life.

During the Pandemic I kept waiting for someone to save me. To make the world a better place or for it to all burn down to ashes. I felt powerless. Once the vaccine passports came out, it got even worse. I really waited for the government to go back to normal or for angry protesters to over throw the government. In the meantime I stayed hidden from the world. I was scared and apathetic at the same time. Scared to voice my real opinion to others and too apathetic to care about anything. I heard clients of mine talk about how they were happy the RCMP were trampling the unvaccinated with horses and that they don’t deserve to live. I had family members cancel Christmas dinners with me because they were worried I would be an infection to them. I had close clients decide to stop working with me despite the relationship we had built. Even my dad and I stopped seeing eye to eye for a while.

I had a victim mind set. I was just waiting for the pandemic to enforce how I should live my life and how I should engage in my relationships. I held so much resentment towards everyone for being weak minded. People who didn’t want the vaccine but got it anyways because they wanted to go to the fucking movies and get a drink with their friends. I didn’t know integrity cost 9.99$ on a Tuesday. I lost so much respect for everyone around me. I hated the world. I hated everyone in it. I saw people sell their souls for a lot less than I thought they ever would. I was willing to die for this and people wanted to do it because they had to travel that year.

This mentality didn’t help me. On top of waiting for the world to change I began hating all of its inhabitants. So now I was powerless and hateful. Angry and bitter. But I still couldn’t do anything about it and I pushed away any support I could have had. I started to turn the mirror back in on myself. I wasn’t perfect and I didn’t always act out of integrity. Not the level or standard that I had for myself anyways. Instead of following QAnon threads or pay attention to the global elite I started to pay deep attention to myself. What could I change within. I mean if there really was some ploy to destroy the world would I be any help in this current state. I had to at the very least prepare. Worst case scenario I’m ready for the bullshit and best case the world is fine and I’m a better version of myself. I had to at least try. I wasn’t helping anyone or myself by finding fault in the world.

I began to read self help books. Go to counselling. Do breath work. Really work on myself. What I found is that when I started to change the world did too. This vaccine passports dropped and I was able to connect to people who I thought I would never be able to again. I also realized that despite making me a stubborn hateful person, not getting vaccinated also showed me my strength. That I could keep the gifts of compassion and love that I learned through counselling and inner work while at the same time keep the strength and the passion I gained through my decision to stand up for what I believed in. I could have both. I spent the whole time during the pandemic thinking I was weak, not realizing that my decision to stand up for what I believed in made me un-buyable. Knowing this now it gives me so much strength moving forward. No amount of money or power can corrupt me. I was ready to die for what I believed in so when things in my life come in that seem tempting but don’t align with my values. I can simply say “fuck off and thank you very much”. My strength resides in my being not in what I accumulate. My inner state reflects my outer state. I am strong, I am integral, and I am powerful beyond measure. I can’t be bought and I can’t be tempted. Paradoxically I am still human and will always have my struggles that are hard to see. Greed and lust may rear there ugly head but when they do I can remind myself of the time I stood up against the entire world and had my own back when nobody else did.

#pandemic #covid 19 #spirituality #unvaccinated

[anthonysstupiddailyblog]

Anthony’s Stupid Daily Blog (192): Fri 23rd Sep 2022

Fuck it, I'm going to try and watch a movie a day for a year, AGAIN! September 23rd 2015 is the first time I attempted and eventually completed this enjoyable, challenging and ultimately pointless endeavor and since then I've attempted it twice more unsuccessfully. This time however I won't feel compelled to write reviews of the movies I watch because I think the pressure of having to write the reviews is what has turned me off during the subsequent attempts. That's not to say if I watch an amazing movie I won't rave about why it's so good and it's certainly not to say that if I watch a shit movie I won't rant about how the people who made it deserved to be executed for wasting my time. I started off this year long pointless challenge by re-watching the amazing, original, Dawn of the Dead The thing I love about the "Dead" movies is that Romero does them not because he wants to tread water and make money for doing the same old shit all of the time but because he takes notice of how society evolves and when he has something to say about the world he shares his thoughts with us but cleverly disguises them in the form of zombie movies. I don't know if Romero would relish the idea of being refered to as a satirist but the best satire is typically a statement on one thing disguised as another such as Animal Farm where George Orwell's views on communism are formatted as a tiff between barnyard animals or how a lot of the 1960's Italian westerns were Marxist critiques of colonialism hidden in a story of a man shooting bandits and walking off into the sunset with the town damsel. At the time this movie was made shopping malls were becoming more widespread and consumerism was taking over with people becoming more and more obsessed with buying a better TV, coach, oven etc than the one they had before. With Dawn of the Dead the zombies are an obvious metaphor for us and how we can never be happy because we're constantly shopping around and trying to improve our lot. This is exemplified in the very last scene where Peter attempts to whack the zombie who stole Roger's gun early in the movie and rather than attempt to attack Peter, the trigger happy zombie notices that Peter's gun is nicer than his which allows Peter to escape. We get another slice of satire at the very beginning of the picture in the form of a fierce debate on TV between doctors about whether the dead are returning to life. The station controller screams at his employees and insists they stay on the air even if doing so would be a danger to their lives. Even in the face of the apocalypse this prick still only cares about ratings. The reality of this scene has only been more depressingly poignant in the years that have followed. During the initial stage of the COVID pandemic, Boris Johnson point blank refused to tell businesses to close or people to stay home because he was more worried about money than lives. Even as we speak the Chinese industrial sector is still turing a blind eye to all scientific data warning them of the dangers of global warming even though the money this makes them will mean jack shit if they can't breathe or end up dying from the heat. This brief commentary on the quest for money frequently gets overlooked due to the much more obvious commentary on consumerism in the movie but I think it's message is even more meaningful and should be looked at as a shocking eye opener to the fact that no matter how horrifying the situation we find ourselves in is there will always be people at the top who only care about money.

The action is a major step up from Night of the Living Dead. The first third of "Night" was about trying to avoid one or two zombies but within the first ten minutes of "Dawn", the amazing raid on the housing project is shows us dozens of zombies getting gunned down. I'm sure this was done in order to demonstrate to the audience just how widespread this outbreak had become. In NOTLD you were there for the start of the outbreak and got to see it slowly build. Here you're dropped right into the chaos when it's in full swing. This movie would still have been scary to people who saw Night of the Living Dead as they would be expecting another slow burner. Because ten whole years had passed in-between "Night" and "Dawn" there was a huge change in the amount of blood, violence and gore you could get away with showing in a movie and Romero takes full advantage of this. There's no way you would have been able to see a zombie getting the top of its head sawn off by helicopter blades of a still living biker having his guts torn out or Peter gunning down two zombified kids in "Night". The latter of the scenes I'm sure was written into the movie to show that Romero intends to pull no punches with regards to who or what can die in the film. One of the things I admire most about Romero is that he frequently defies convention and doesn't appear to care what tradition dictates "should" happen in a movie. This is perfectly demonstrated in the part where Roger constantly steps in and takes shots at zombies because Stephen either keeps missing or freezing up. In a big budget Hollywood movie I think the film-makers would feel obliged to have a payoff to this where Stephen steps in and saves Roger but such a payoff never happens in this movie (Well it sort of does in the boiler room scene where Stephen finally shoots and kills a zombie but it doesn't feel like as much of an obligation as it might in a bigger budget film). However that's not to say that Romero deliberately does the un-Hollywood thing just for the sake of it or to be anarchic. One of  the trademarks of a mainstream film is the happy ending and although Romero originally wanted this film to have a bleak, more realistic ending he instead changed it in favour of a, not exactly happy but definitely more optimistic ending. So while Romero is clearly not someone who likes to follow the rulebook of how to make a picture, he is someone who recognizes when the rulebook matches his own vision for a film. The cast and characters are a major step up from the previous installment too. One cool thing about the casting is that Romero could have cashed in on his increased reputation as a director to hire more experienced actors for this installment but he still decided to go with his old method of casting who he felt was right for the part regardless of their experience. David Emge and Scott Reiniger were apparently waiters and chefs at a restaurant Romero liked when they were invited to audition and Ken Foree was a friend of "Night" actor Duane Jones. It just goes to show that there are talented people out there who may have been overlooked just because they didn't go to the right acting school or don't have the right specific details on their resume. The characters in Night of the Living Dead were really good but let's be honest they were (perhaps purposefully) lacking in the personality department and all the way through the movie you're aware that they're all going to die and it's just a matter of when. However in "Dawn" all four of the main characters has a reason to be in the movie other than just to end up as zombie food and every one of them have their own distinct personalities, strengths and weaknesses. According to the documentary made about the movie, Gaylen Ross scream as she wanted her character to be seen as strong and this really paid off as Fran is one of the earliest examples of a strong heroine in a zombie movie who actually pulls her weight and doesn't just wait around and let the men do all of the killing. I also like that she's one of the only characters in the whole Dead" series who seems to view the zombies as victims rather than just monsters. There's a sweet moment where a zombified nun gets her gown stuck in a door and Fran quickly opens and closes it in order to free her because, according to Romero: "You can't shoot a nun" (although later in the film they say that they've cleared the entire mall of all the zombies so they must have shot her at some point). There's a similar instance where Fran is inside a store looking through the window as a zombie who's slumped on the floor (the one wearing a "Bach's Arco Pitcairn" shirt) and both of them give the other a look as if to say "What's it all about, eh?". The chemistry between the four lead characters is really strong especially with Roger and Peter. The film goes to great trouble to show just how dependent on one another Roger and Peter are so that when Roger dies we feel Peter's pain, stoic as he tries to remain. The incredible shot of Peter sitting and drinking while he's waiting for Roger to turn into a zombie is brilliantly tense and heartbreaking at the same time. "Dawn" in general is much lighter in tone than Night and the characters, although switched on and not blind to the direness of their situation are not above still being able to have a laugh. "Night" was done with complete seriousness for obvious reasons but in "Dawn" Romero gets to showcase his under-rated sense of humour. The scene where the gang force the door open and try to fight off the zombies is both tense and comical. I like the part where one of the other cops asks Peter is he has cigarettes to spare and he says no, then as soon as the helicopter takes off they all light up which is like something straight out of The A Team. I particularly love the montage of them enjoying the splendor of the mall, a scene which is both a treat for the senses and another instance of Romero hammering home that all of these commodities we crave are ultimately just distractions from the horrors of reality. And of course there's a pie fight between the bikers and the zombies because...well why the fuck not. Interestingly enough the movie Dr Strangelove was supposed to end with a giant pie fight so I'm wondering if that's where Romero got the idea for this climax from. The more hopeful attitude of the movie is perfectly exemplified in the iconic moment where Roger slides down the middle of the escalator. It seems like such a throwaway moment but I think it perfectly sums up how the vast majority of humans, no matter how hopeless their situation might be, believe that there still might be some sort of saving grace that they haven't anticipated (I especially love the fact that the sliding down the elevator scene is apparently the reason why there are bumpers at the bottom of a lot of escalators now to discourage people from copying it. Sadly though the original escalator isn't there anymore. Spoil-sports!). I also like that this is one of the first instances in a zombie movie where the zombies retain some level of their former selves which I would like to see more of in zombie fiction, it would be cool if a zombie who was once a soldier retained some of his combat knowledge, if an zombie who was a former athlete retained some of his or her athletic prowess, that would be an interesting spin on the genre. Although I think the Evil Dead movies do something similar to this, this movie represents the next logical step in the zombie genre which is for the zombies to become smarter over time. The best instance of this is at the end where zombie Stephen's instincts lead him back to the others and he breaks through the barrier that they put up. A couple of other cool things I noticed in the film is when the gang is checking out the gas station there’s a note on the notice board which reads "Barbara meet me in Pittsburgh - Mark". Is this an Easter egg? Both "Night" and "Dawn" are set in Pennsylvania after all so maybe Barbara from the original know someone in this movie who couldn't wait for her any longer. A fun bit of trivia is that this is the only movie in the entire series in which a character refers to the creatures as "zombies" when Peter states "with those doors open there's gonna be a thousand zombies in here". One thing they could have added to the "Dead" movies that I think would have been cool would be if in every movie there was a character in the background you hear say "you know what's going on out there? This is no Sunday school picnic." as an homage to Ben in the original. It would be a cool little thing to listen out for in every Romero film like a Hitchcock cameo or a "See You Next Wednesday" in a John Landis film. I also dig the cool montage of the gang grabbing their guns and soldiering up for battle which definitely inspired the getting ready scenes in Shaun of the Dead. The only things that I'm not too keen on in the movie are the soundtrack and the makeup. At times the soundtrack is good such as the spooky music in the background during the "When there's no more room in Hell" scene. The lighthearted music that accompanies the shots of the zombies walking around the mall and across the ice rink I get is included in order to match the more light hearted, "comic book" tone of the movie as Romero put it but I dunno I think you still could have made it more light hearted even if you used more of a gritty, rock style soundtrack. Some of the music in the movie sounds more like the kind of thing you'd expect to hear in a 70's platform game than in a horror flick (which, thinking about it might be what Romero was going for since a lot of the action in the film unfolds like a video game). With regards to the makeup, some of it is really good but I think the blue tint of the zombies is what stops me from thinking of them as fully menacing. The advantage to this film being shot when it was is that it was able to do original scares and sharp commentary but the downside was that the amazing zombie makeup work seen in things like The Walking Dead today was unavailable. If this film had access to the kind of prosthetic work we have now or even the stuff they had available only a few years later in works like "Zombi 2" and "Return of the Living Dead" then I think it would be considered even more of a masterpiece than it already is but as it is the almost comical look of the zombies is always a bit of a distraction for me. However the zombies not quite looking the part is more than made up for with the creative ways they get killed. The special effects are top quality, from the zombie getting it's head sliced off with helicopter blades which they did by caking the makeup on and slicing it off in sections with pieces of long thin wire and adding the blades in post production is really clever. As is the biker digging a machete into a zombies skull by cutting when the biker swings, then filming footage of the machete being taken out of the skull and playing it in reverse. Tom Savini really had his thinking cap on for this film when it came to inventing clever ways to portray the zombies being killed (although the scene where the clearly obvious dummy gets it's head blown off looks ridiculous but nobody's perfect). I'm also now a fan of the western bullet ricochet sounds as Stephen is trying to avoid the zombie in the boiler room but that's another nitpick.

This is a really clever movie, even today the format would be considered a genius idea and I suspect that people at the time would have been frothing at the mouth to discover if Romero could do as good if not better than his first movie and boy did he ever. It's scary, cool, well acted, amazingly written, expertly shot and still resolutely satirical. Night of the Living Dead may have created what was to become the initial blueprint of the zombie movie but "Dawn" was the film that encouraged a generation of film-makers to take the genre and try to put their own unique spin on it.

But of course that was not the end of Dawn of the Dead, as 26 years later Hollywood decided to revisit the subject and have another stab at it…… Favourite quotes: Doctor: Every dead body that is not exterminated becomes one of them. It gets up and kills. The people it kills get up and kill! Roger: Why do these people keep them here? Peter: Because they still believe there's respect in dying. Preist: When the dead walk, señores, we must stop the killing... or lose the war Fran: What are they doing? Why do they come here? Stephen: Part of instinct, memory. What they used to do. This was an important place in their lives. Peter: When there's no more room in Hell, the dead will walk the Earth

[haroldsupforit]

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#If I see one more person defending shitty behavior during a global pandemic #by saying 'we have to learn to live with it' or 'it's here to stay' #like fuck ya'll #that's literally not what that means at all #:) #learning to live with a virus that's currently killing 2000 people in this country alone every day #and permanently disabling millions more #means we learn to alter our behavior because of it #not that we go about life as normal #and accept that thousands of people a day are dropping dead #simply by being alive during a pandemic #and the pandemic level of virus circulating right now #is not what they mean when they say it's 'here to stay' #that ableist narrative really needs to stop

[voidcat]

heeeeyy yall

pls send vibes so that these upcoming surprise guests will have a change of heart n decide not to come

n i'll pick up an unfinished hq fic or write a new one on the spot

#begging.... #im channeling all my energy to focus n go thru my evening as always n pretend they wont come #the issue isnt only that thyell come over DURING A GLOBAL PANDEMIC but also spend the night here?? like???? #no fuck off go away we dont even jave enough space for 4? 5?? ppl to stay........ #danyl talks #oh i had this oikawa comfort thingy i might finish that one if they do not show up !!!!!

[normal-horoscopes]

whateth the fucketh is "The Great Reset"?

Basically, there's a group of influential political and business leaders called the WEF, the World Economic Forum. In June of 2020 they had a meeting to discuss how to continue making money during the Pandemic. Specifically, they discussed using the pandemic as a way of "resetting" the economy for more long-term sustainability. Read: the long term stability of their stock portfolios. It was a fairly bland meeting all things considered. Rich folks discussing how to stay rich.

But, as we all know, conspiracism (and thus antisemitism) is the socialism of fools. For some extremely complicated reasons that involve about 50 years of conspiracy lore, this touched on an idea deep down in the roots of Qanon, (Look up NESARA conspiracy if you want to dive in to that) and the Qanon people flipped the fuck out. They saw this meeting as an example of The Deep State coming together to use the pandemic as a way to gain a stranglehold onto the world economy, as if the conference didn't already have that. Specifically, they think that this group of neoliberal politicians and capitalists are going to use the global pandemic to establish global marxism, which, damn bitch I hope so, but thats besides the point.

When you hear people say "The Great Reset" nowadays, its essentially just an evolution of when conspiracists back in the 90's and early 2000's would say "New World Order." Same bullshit, new paint.

[rogersevans]

Quarantine Wedding

Pairings: Chris Evans x Y/n Downey - Chris Evans x Y/n Evans

Warnings: just fluff, wedding (if they make you emotional), implied smut towards the end

Summary: Y/n never planned her dream wedding, but in their back garden, surrounded by their families, during a global pandemic seems pretty perfect to her. apart of the evans’ series.

Sunday mornings were Y/n’s and Chris’s favourite day of the week, the only time they got to stay in bed, tangled in the sheets and each other, going undisturbed from the outside world. Chris currently had Y/n lying between his legs, her back against his bare chest as he rested against the head of the bed.  

Y/n was absentmindedly playing with the engagement ring on her finger, something she had started to do since he put it on, twiddling it with her thumb.

Dodger was at their feet, on his back with his legs spread, snoring away.  

“We should get married.” Y/n mumbled like she was thinking something through in her mind, thumb still playing with the ring.

“We are...” Chris reminded her, placing a small kiss to her temple. “That’s what this is for.” Taking her small hand in his, holding it up to show off the ring as it glistened in the Sunday morning sun.  

“No,” she protested with a giggle, getting up onto her knees and wrapping the sheet around her naked body, turning to face her fiancé. “I mean sooner, like tomorrow.”  

“Tomorrow?”

“Or Thursday if you’re too busy.” Rolling her eyes playfully she scooted closer to him, now in his lap, the sheet now being held up by their bodies, closing the gap. Her hands finding his hair, raking her fingers through it and massaging his scalp. “I want to be Mrs Evans, I want to get married in our back garden, with our families... No one else.” Chris hummed in agreement, letting his hands fall to her hips.  

“You don’t want a big wedding?” Licking his lips, his eyes now open and focused on every detail of her, the small freckle that sat just above the curve of her right breast, the thin chain that sat around her neck with a small diamond C resting in the centre he’d bought her on their second anniversary, the butt dimpled in her chin, something she hated but another thing he adored.  

Truthfully, she didn’t, she never envisioned herself surrounded by 300 people as she said ‘I do’, she just wanted a small, intimate wedding, less than 30 people.  

The pair had been engaged for five months and the pandemic had haltered all of their plans to celebrate, they had various zoom celebrations with their families and friends and when they were allowed to travel back home their hallway was filled with presents and balloons.  

They had managed to keep the news out of the press, wanting to bask in the newness of their engagement privately, it had been blissful but Y/n was becoming impatient.  

Silently shaking her head, she dipped her head her lips just a whisper away from Chris’s, “I just want you, as my husband.” She whispered making Chris’s entire body shiver, and in one swift movement Y/n is on her back with Chris lying on his side next to her, propped up on his elbow and tracing shapes on her are stomach.

She doesn’t stop herself from reaching up and cupping his cheek, booping his nose with her thumb, making them both giggle and then running her fingers over his beard, one her favourite features of her fiancé the way it feels against her skin makes her feel alive.  

“Tomorrow.” Was all he replied with, letting his lips fall down to her nose.  

After another hour of being tangled up in one another, the room filled with her soft moans and Chris made love to her, turned on at the thought of her becoming his wife tomorrow. They started organising everything, never leaving the bed unless it was for Dodger, food or toilet breaks.  

They had delivered the news to their families and the cheers or screams (Carly and Shanna) we’re piercing, even though the speaker of their phones.  

Chris booked flights for his family to be able to attend, they were getting in at around 10pm that night. Y/n demanded that everyone be tested before they stepped foot in their home, so she arranged for someone to come out and test everyone. Y/n’s family were due to arrive tomorrow morning, the nerves bubbled in the pit of her stomach at the thought of her mom and dad being in the same room again, something she hadn’t experienced in years.  

“Baby, it’ll be fine.” Giving a chaste kiss to her knuckles, “we’re getting married tomorrow.” He mumbled against them, his voice raspy and tired after a long day of planning, all doubt or anxiety about her parents leaving her body just from his touch, his words settled her completely.  

“I can’t wait to be your wife.” Standing to her tiptoes she nudged her nose with his, their gaze still looked before her eyes fluttered shut, breathing him in and relishing in the moment before his lips found hers.  

“What are you going to do about a dress?” Scott asked in a hushed tone, not wanting Chris to hear their conversation, closing the door to their bedroom behind him.  

The house was extremely busy downstairs with everyone completing last minute preparations so Scott and Y/n had snuck away for a quiet moment to get ready, knowing Y/n didn’t function when stressed. He could tell she wanted nothing more than to have Chris at her side, one didn’t move without the other.

But Scott demanded, as the self appointed best man/man of honour, that they be apart for the night before and the day of, still up-keeping some form of tradition.

Unknowingly to Scott, Chris had snuck back into their bedroom last night when everyone was asleep, not wanting to be away from one another with the excitement of the next day bubbling. 

Like children on Christmas Eve.  

The busyness of the day had helped keep them both distracted, not giving them much time to sneak off for a moment of privacy. 

“I bought something a few months ago, thinking ahead.” Y/n rummaged through her and Chris’s shared walk-in closet, plucking a black garment bag which was hidden at the very back.  

Unzipping the bag, Y/n revealed the white, embroidered, floor length cami wedding dress. Scott couldn’t contain his gasp as he softly took the dress in his hands, admiring it silently.  

“Where did you find this?” His eyes not leaving the dress, his fingers running over the patterns.

“ASOS,” she started. “I saw it on there and had to have it, I’m going to wear it with these...” Trailing off as she bent down to pick up her pair of all white, high-topped converses, now beaming from ear to ear.

“You’re joking right?”

“Heels aren’t me,” shrugging her shoulders she took the dress from Scott and disappeared into the en-suite to get ready.  

“What about rings?” Scott asked on the other side of the door, he was sitting on the edge of the bed go through the checklist he had created in his mind.

“I think Chris has that sorted.” Was all she replied too focused on not damaging the dress as she slipped it on carefully, not hearing when Scott said something about checking on the decorations and leaving. 

After ten minutes Y/n stepped out of the bathroom to show Scott, her hair now falling freely over her shoulders and the slightest bit of make-up, the dress hugged her figure perfectly as the flowed around her.  

“Wow.” Chris’s voice sounded, making her jump back behind the bathroom door, shutting it, hoping he didn’t see too much. “Baby, what’re you doing?” Walking over to the bathroom door, trying to push it open.

“I thought you were Scott. You’re not supposed to see me!” Y/n cried from behind the door.

“I don’t care, we’re getting married during a pandemic, in our back garden with less than twenty people... So, I think the traditions are out the window.” His hand still on the door knob, letting a breathy chuckle out. “C’mon gorgeous, I wanna see you.” He attempted to persuade her.

Slowly the door started to open to reveal Y/n stood there, holding either side of her dress as she twirled for Chris, giggling as she did.

Well fuck, the sight made Chris’s heart swell, his palms became sweaty as his eyes trailed over her, drinking in her appearance, his smile never leaving his lips.  

Y/n took the opportunity to take in her fiancé's appearance, he was currently in black dress pants, a white shirt tucked into his pants with the top few buttons undone, and a tie hanging around his neck, untied. Her breath hitched in her throat at the sight, butterflies erupting in her stomach.

“Was gonna ask you to do my tie...” He choked out, his eyes now meeting hers.  

Without word she took a step forward and began fastening the last few buttons before making work of his tie, his hands found her hips, rubbing small circles with his thumbs as he watched her intently.  

“You look...” He started, but was cut off by Y/n.

“Handsome, you look insanely handsome. I’m lucky you’re about to become my husband.” Her eyes still fixated on the tie, her tongue dragging across her bottom lip as she concentrated. Once satisfied her fingers smoothed out his collar and tie. “Now go, before Scott sees you in here. Anyone would think he’s the one getting married.” Both chuckling softly.  

With her command Chris didn’t move away, just one step closer to her, closing the gap between them, his hands now cupping her cheeks, both looking into each other's eyes for a few seconds before he dipped his head down to kiss her.  

This kiss wasn’t like all the others he had sneaked in the past twenty four hours, it was different.

Y/n’s mind casting back to the night Chris told her he loved her for the first time, the kiss matching that. It was filled with adoration, passion and love, making her stomach do flips and her heart hammer against her chest.  

“Go,” Y/n mumbled against his lips after a few seconds, pushing his abdomen. “I’ll see you down there handsome.” Giving her one last kiss before walking away, leaving her now by herself as she jumped up and down in their bathroom, the tiniest squeal leaving her lips.  

The next half an hour rushed by so quickly, now the pair were stood at the bottom of their garden in front of their families, their garden littered with fairy lights hung above them, their families stood watching proudly. 

It was simple and perfect, no fuss. 

Scott was ordaining the ceremony something Chris and Y/n weren’t aware he could do until last night. Too scared to know the reason why he decided to become an ordained minister, “you never know when you might need it” was all he said. 

“Y/n,” Chris started, his hands shaking a little. “I can’t imagine my life without you, since you came barging into it 22 years ago. From the very first day of filming back in 2011, I knew you were it for me, even if I didn’t know it.” That caused everyone to laugh, “I love how you’re always there by my side, how you always tie my tie... Even if I know how to do it myself.” Y/n gasped shocked at his admission, laughing along with everyone. “At first it was a tactic to be near you, but the look of concentration you have every time, drives me crazy.” He laughed as she shook her head, beaming from ear to ear. “You make me the happiest man alive every day, even when you’re beating my ass at guitar hero. I love how passionate and impatient you are... Today being an example of that.” Everyone laughed again, he reached for her cheek and wiped the tears away with his thumb. “I can’t believe I get to call you my wife... I love you.”

Y/n was speechless, wiping away the tears that continued to fall, it was like he’d winded her with his words, her body tingled with excitement and love as the feeling of becoming Mrs Evans drew closer.

“Chris,” she started. “You are one of the most amazing, crazy talented, men I’ve ever known, I’m in constant awe of what you’re capable of... Seriously, it's annoying... I will make it my life mission to find something you’re not good at.” Chris’s loud laughter now echoed over your families laughs, his hand falling to his chest. “Your laugh, is my favourite sound of yours and if I could play it on repeat I would, but I’ll just settle for making you laugh with my terribly bad dad jokes-”

“Oh no!” Chris groaned at her statement, making everyone laugh again.

“Our love consumes me, I knew from the moment Lizzie told me you liked me that I had to have you, no matter what. Everyone constantly tells me how intense our love is, but it wasn’t until someone described it perfectly to me that I understood,” Y/n took the opportunity to side eye Scott, recalling the night they had a very drunken conversation about her relationship with Chris, making Scott laugh. “We’re so in sync with one another, you move, I move, we could be in a room filled with people, on opposite ends and we would still find each other without looking. Being with you,” she had to stop to compose herself, not wanting to cry during her vows. “Is like living a dream come true, especially during the simple times, no plans, no noise, just us doing nothing.”

Chris didn’t hide his tears as they freely fell, the sniffles from everyone, including Robert could be heard now.

After a few more words from Scott, once he calmed down, the cheers erupted as their lips connected, their first kiss as husband and wife. Chris pulling her flush against him, deepening the kiss. “I got you, Mrs Evans.” He whispered against her lips, making her giggle.  

The rest of the night was spent with their families, basking in the events of the day as they ended the night with the fire pit lit, gathered around it. Y/n was still in her dress and converse clad feet, her hair now tied up as she sat on the floor in between her husband's legs. 

She was currently admiring her wedding band, it was rose gold, slim and had diamonds wrapped around it, fitting perfectly against her engagement ring. reaching for the hand that rested on her shoulder, now playing with his wedding band, his band was thick, black and had a thin, rose gold strip around the centre. 

Chris had purchased them the day he bought the engagement ring and had hidden them in his sock drawer in his bedside, his hiding spots were getting better. 

“I’m so happy for you guys.” Robert softly whispered, puling his daughter into his arms holding her tightly against his chest. “I can’t believe you’re married!” 

“I know... I have to live with a boy!” She quipped back and Robert’s body started to vibrate with laughter, her cheek resting on his should as they continued to hug, not wanting to let go.

“My baby...” Now cupping her cheeks, giving his daughter one last look of pride before letting go. “You’ve always been my favourite child.” He whispered, Y/n knew he was joking but she laughed in agreement anyway. Out of her other three siblings they both shared a close relationship, Y/n was his saving grace when he was younger, having her at a young age bonded them. 

“Chris, I can’t believe you’re my son now... How weird.” Chris smiles broadly at the term son, instead of son-in-law, he knew Robert classed him as part of the family and not because he had to. "Welcome to the family, legally.. Let’s face it you’ve always been apart of this family.” Sharing a quick embrace before slipping past the newlyweds to speak to Lisa.

“Do you want to dance?” Chris bent down to whisper in his wife's ear, his hands finding her hips and back pressed against his chest, only to have her hum in response. 

Guiding her to an open spot in the garden, taking his hand in hers and spinning her so she was now facing him. His large hands resting on her hips whilst her hands snaked around his waist, the music that played from the speakers in the house guiding them. “You’re my wife,” stating softly, his lips finding her forehead.

“That’s right Evans,” the nickname now sounding futile with both being Evans’. “You’re stuck with me, no getting out this.” Her index finger was pointing between them before wrapping back around his neck. 

“Never.” 

It was nearing 2am when Chris and Y/n climbed the stairs to their bedroom, once the click of their door shutting was heard she reached behind trying to unzip her dress but struggled due to her tired state, contemplating just sleeping her dress.

Her thoughts were interrupted by her husband as he guided the zip down slowly, leaving slow, wet kisses on shoulder, using his callous fingers to brush the straps of her dress off her shoulders, the dress pooling at her feet, leaving her in nothing but her panties.  

“My wife, you’re stunning.” He said lowly, the only light in the room was the light of the moon streaming through the windows. Y/n turned to face him, starting to unbutton his shirt which was now untucked, tie long gone and the top two buttons already undone, his collar bones and tattoos poking out through his shirt.  

Pushing the shirt off of him, she traced his tattoos with her fingers, a hiss of pleasure escaping from his throat, making him tighten the grip on her hips she didn’t know he had.  

The C necklace glistening in the moonlight.

That’s how they stood for a few minutes, their eyes never breaking from one another, her arms wrapped around his neck, his hands on her hips.  

Y/n guided her new husband to their bed, the back of his legs hitting the edge and he sat down closely followed by her straddling him. “Mr Evans,” her voice laced with arousal. “I do believe, you’re wearing one too many items of clothing.” She tsked, her finger trailing down his abdomen, his muscles twitching when she did, effortlessly flicking the button of his pants open.  

“That can be fixed... Mrs Evans.” He purred in her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.  

#chris evans #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x downey!reader #chris evans x fem!reader #cevans #cevansedit #evansedit #the evans'

[phoenixonwheels]

Quick turnaround

Mailakei isn’t afraid of no pandemic. She is afraid of vaccines though. Oh and also fuck the immunocompromised - they can just die already because she will not be wearing a mask.

You’re worried about the global pandemic currently killing millions of people? You want people to wear masks so as not to kill their neighbors with a deadly pathogen? Well fuck keeping actual people alive - Mailakei is going to spend her time “worrying” about a pile of conspiracy theories and dog whistles.

You’re right bitch - we are not the same.

Mailakei “cares” about a pile of cells but fuck the actual babies - you know the real, live ones - who are too young to get vaccinated. And fuck the elderly and the immunocompromised too while you’re at it.

I see we’ve reached the prayers stage.

Whoops, there it is. Bye Mailakei! At least her husband will miss his “ladybug” right? She was a strong woman! She cannot be replaced! She will not be forgotten! Right? … Right?

That’s four weeks to the day from when Mailakei died. Somebody keeps a calendar.

And Kenneth has her fully replaced in a record 9 weeks. Speedy work!

Great news for you antivaxxers - when you inevitably kick it your spouse will not be sad forever. In fact the whole sad phase may last as little as a month! No worries Mailakei I’m sure she’s just as good of a cook as you were.

[ID: Facebook posts by Mailakei LaVergne: Jul 30, 2020: “I’m sorry for the language, but this guy is a jacka**! I’m not wearing a dang shield and goggles and I sure as heck am not getting the flu vaccine!!! When I get the vaccine it is always worse than when I get the actual flu virus! So Fauci and anyone else who doesn’t like what I am saying can cram it in your cram hole LaFluer!!” Aug 20, 2020: “You’re worried about me not wearing a mask. I’m worried about the global elite and their fetish for children. We are not the same.” Aug 11, 2021: “For a country who killed an entire generation in the womb but tells adults to wear masks to ‘save lives’, Your words are a joke and an embarrassment.” “All. Day. Long!!” Sep 4, 2021: “Ok. So last week COVID hit my family. Knocked me down hard but three days later with my precious wife’s nursing my son and I were back on our feet and fever free! Then my wife went down. She has been unable to get back up as of yet. She was just admitted to Baptist in Beaumont with extremely low oxygen and BP! If that isn’t bad enough these hospitals for some unconscionable reason won’t let me be with her! I’m sitting in the parking lot because they won’t let me stay in even the waiting room. Please pray for my ladybug!” Photo of a woman with strawberry blonde hair lying in a hospital bed wearing an oxygen mask. “Mailakei Ann LaVergne, 44, of Orange, passed away on September 30, 2021, in Port Arthur.”Kenneth LaVergne, Oct 28, 2021: “Used husband for sale! High mileage but everything still works! Currently in the shop trying to get some body work done but the engine is still good! REAL CHEAP!! Test drives available. Inquire in the comments!! 😂” Nov 30, 2021: “If you have lost your rig or another removed one, just know, I’d you are still breathing, GOD has a new chapter for you. GOD has a new mission and a new journey for you! My new chapter is just beginning! My heart is beating again! Been a great few weeks. Forward we go! Photos of a man with a grey beard hugging a woman with dark brown hair in a living room. “Orange County marriage licenses issued 12.6-12.10.21. The following couples were reported to have obtained marriage licenses in the office of Brandy Robertson, Orange County Clerk, during the week of December 6 – December 10, 2021: Kenneth Lavergne and Juanita Gonzalez-Oyervides”]

#eugenics #antivaxxer #antimasker #dying to own the libs #fucked around and found out #fafo #karma is a bitch #covid 19 #coronavirus

[autismvampyre]

Would they wear a mask? Descendants Edition

A/N: I got this idea on a whim so here's a guide to which descendants characters i think would wear a mask, btw this was written before the vaccine was finished so it's a little outdated

Mal Bertha

She hates masks

Despite hating the rules and feeling ridiculous with a mask on, she'd wear one if absolutely needed

I honestly think she just wouldn't leave the house to avoid having to wear one

Might go out without one but she'd always stay away from people and wouldn't go to stores

She hates wearing a mask and complains 24/7 but as long as she still wears it Ben puts up with it

Ben Florian

Ben's the best king ever and always wears his mask

He won't bitch about it and influences everyone else around him to wear one as well

No one is allowed anywhere near his castle without a mask

He makes posters about wearing masks for the safety of others but they're not condescending like his dad's propaganda posters and they actually help

Our king will do anything for the safety of the kingdom, no matter how pissed the Karens(Queen Leah) get

Carlos De Vil

Carlos wears his fucking mask everywhere

Like do not come near him if you're not in a full hazmat suit

You can't tell me this boy wouldn't do anything to stay safe in a global pandemic

Like yes, he's messy and has probably eaten dirt before but he'll do anything to help others

Would definitely get paranoid that Dude will get it so he got him a little dog mask

Jay will laugh his ass off at him obviously

And I guess since dude is technically a character I ought to mention that he will not appreciate it

How is he supposed to sniff and dig with a huge piece a cloth on his face

Dude is an anti masker for sure

Evie Grimhilde

She a fashion designer, so she loves masks

Of course it's unfortunate that no one can see how perfect her lipstick is but she takes solace in the fact that her mask is gorgeous

She's made so many masks for herself that she's genuinely lost count

Would definitely start a fashionable mask collection and have her own line of apple scented hand sanitizer

Evie would definitely volunteer for charities during quarantine times and donates part of her profits

Jay

Anti masker

Okay no not really

But god he hates masks so much

He tries to justify it to people by saying "it's just the flu" but ultimately fails

Jay is incredibly bored during quarantine and hates every second so he's pulling a lot of pranks to fight off boredom

Ben hates it cause "OMG JAY NOT THE STATUES"

He's just a little shit, but he will wear a mask if he has to but prepare to hear him whining about it the whole time

He'll tear it off the moment he gets outside though

Audrey

I'm conflicted about this one

Because we know she's classist and entitled but I'm not sure how she'd react to the mask mandates

I feel like she'd make a video like the one Vanessa Hudgens did

"Like, yeah... people are gonna die.."

She'll wear her mask in public to avoid backlash but she'd probably go to a quarantine party

But as the pandemic progresses she's definitely gonna mature and take it more seriously

Chad Charming

Bro he's such an anti masker it physically hurts

He hosts quarantine parties and fucking refuses to wear a mask

He will bitch about how opressed he is for not being allowed to go into whole foods without a mask

Probably a coronavirus truther too

Jane

Wears a fucking hazmat suit to the grocery store

Have you seen how scared she is of literally everything?? She's not taking any chances

Obsessively washes her hands

Will use magic to make Chad put on a mask

Her mom, for once, actually approves of this use of magic because she doesn't want an outbreak at her school

She will force you to wear a mask, if you refuse she'll give you a death stare

Queen Leah

Has never, will never wear a mask

So fucking entitled it hurts

Everyone hates being around her cause she believes everything she reads

"Audrey, you do know that the masks have microchip trackers in them?" "Grammy, you have to get off Facebook"

A customer service workers worst nightmare

Just the absolute worst

#mal bertha #mal descendants #mal daughter of maleficent #disney descendants #descendants #descendants 2 #descendants 3 #ben florian #king ben #ben descendants #carlos de vil #carlos descendants #carlos son of cruella de vil #dude descendants #jay descendants #jay son of jafar #evie grimhilde #evie descendants #evie queen #evie daughter of the evil queen #audrey rose #audrey descendants #chad charming #jane descendants #jane daughter of fairy godmother #queen leah #queen leah descendants #descendants headcanons #descendants hcs

[dreamnotnapper]

just because somethings legal doesnt mean its safe. i dont give a shit about what laws you have. there were 36.9k new cases on august 20 in the uk. not a single person at that party could be seen with a mask. there were people there who either had covid recently or were in close contact with someone who had covid. doesnt matter if everyone was vaccinated because vaxxed people can still spread the virus.

these ccs are also incredibly privileged. they have the privilege of working from home, being able to afford to live comfortably during a pandemic, getting vaxxed, staying inside. thats the most disappointing thing about this. ccs are so fucking privileged, they dont need to leave their homes and risk their families health just to fucking live, yet theyre out here putting peoples health at stake.

not just talking about ccs, the uk has been incredibly irresponsible with covid. why the fuck are yall opening when youre getting such high numbers.

i understand wanting to go outside, i do. its frustrating always being inside and not being able to do the things we want to. i know a lot of people have to work and that means leaving the house. but there is no reason anyone should being going outside to party or see a football game during a global pandemic. this shit is fucking dangerous. so many people have lost their lives or lost loved ones because of covid but yall don't give a damn, apparently.

i dont care what your laws tell you. listen to doctors. i promise you, doctors know more about viruses than government officials.

so stay inside, get vaxxed, wash your hands, social distance, and wear a fucking mask.

#cross tagging for traction even tho this should be common sense #dreamwastaken #georgenotfound #sapnap #tommyinnit #tubbo #ranboo #wilbur soot #philza #wispexe #badboyhalo #quackity #karl jacobs #fundy #captain puffy #dream smp #mcyt

[damnesdelamer]

So the rail company I may or may not have quit working for last year, due to extensive corruption concerns, is being seized by the government and investigated for pocketing 25 million pounds in public funds.

I will neither confirm nor deny whether this ABSOLUTELY IS the selfsame company during my time at which I saw constant disregard and suppression of government regulations (mostly, though not exclusively, surrounding covid and wider health and safety for both staff and passengers), and in which I experienced a toxic environment rife with casual misogyny, xenophobia, transphobia, ableism, and antisemitism.

Here's my favourite part from the Guardian article:

And here's my letter of resignation, since I'm kind of proud of it, and I doubt anyone with the company ever actually read beyond the first sentence:

Dear [managers],

Please see this as my 4 weeks notice of formal resignation from the role of [overqualified Jewish immigrant], effective [late last year], which will be my final day working with [an undisclosed southerly and easterly rail company]. I will not be returning to the Training Centre due to concern for the safety of myself and others. As such, please let me know how you will arrange for my company laptop and mobile to be collected.

In addition to my practical concerns with how inefficiently the Training Centre is run, and all suggestions I have offered being effectively ignored, more importantly, my concerns around covid have not been taken seriously enough given the scale of threat. I have encountered more resistance to progress or simple practical improvement in this role than any position I have ever been in, and this is during a global pandemic when the risk of death threatens our inaction with extreme consequences. I have observed a marked lack of respect for my professional experience and expertise, but more troubling still is the disregard for human life, and the prioritising of our services getting ‘back to normal’ during an unprecedented global health crisis which is anything but normal. I have also frequently reiterated my ethical qualms with facilitating certain tasks or activities which I believe put others at risk, though again this has been largely disregarded.

It is readily apparent that [an undisclosed rail company which may or may not be under investigation for defrauding taxpayers of £25m] has got a vested interest in normalising commuting to office environments, in flagrant disregard for current Government Guidelines, as this is their source of profit, and I implore you to recognise that the claim of safety in either rail transport or office spaces, while the rate of covid infection is higher than during lockdown and still rising dramatically, is motivated by profit over safety. That is to say, I believe [an undisclosed rail company that even the fucking Tory government sees as requiring seizure due to abuse of public funding, potentially, but I can neither confirm nor deny] is prioritising their revenue stream over the safety of both their customers and their employees. Further, I believe the repetition of these company lines that things ‘are safe’ in black and white terms, ignoring or disregarding the nuances of how to improve relative safety, amounts to complicity in that harmful and irresponsible business model.

One example of this is that the Worksafe Procedure which I invoked has not been adequately carried out on the part of management. Following my invocation of the Worksafe Procedure, in keeping with company policy, my concerns were to be investigated. Rather than any investigation of my myriad concerns, I have been assured that my concerns are not concerns worth being concerned about. This is tautological nonsense; my valid concerns, based on empirical observation while working in the Training Centre, have been dismissed rather than followed up practically.

A related example is the Risk Assessment which has repeatedly been asserted as evidence that the Training Centre is ‘safe’; this was obviously forced through, as it lists several risks at level 5, which is impossible given that in all instances related to covid, the risk is of multiple fatalities rather than individual or isolated fatalities. According to the Risk Assessment framework, the absolute minimum threat level possible to achieve would therefore be 6, exposing the Risk Assessment as dangerously misrepresentative, artificially forced through in order to re-open, and effectively fraudulent. Additionally, I find it deeply troubling that said Risk Assessment was listed as due for review only in 2023, while covid and the need for adaptation is on the rise and ever changing. This Risk Assessment was carried out very poorly, with flagrant disregard for actual safety and the impact of the deadly virus.

The treatment of covid cases as occurring in a vacuum is dangerously irresponsible, and this is in relation to both the Training Centre, which has had a confirmed case of the deadly virus, and the reality of commuting thereto via trains, thus risking exposure to y/our passengers. This is in contrast with y/our professed values [stated Company values are frequently reiterated in training and correspondence: 'we care about people'; we do what's best for passengers'; 'we foster mutual trust' etc. and the following are all direct inversions thereof]: I do not see the Company as caring about people, doing what’s best for passengers, supporting colleagues to do or feel their best, moving with pace or learning from new situations, holding one another answerable to rising concerns, fostering an environment of mutual trust, or sharing responsibility. Rather, I see an expectation of accountability at an individual level, which amounts to scapegoating, and does nothing to confront systemic issues raised. I must say, given the sheer mass of unnecessary printing expected, I do not see the Company as very concerned with environmental impact either.

I believe it is also worth pointing out that, given the excessive disrespect toward my predecessor to which I have been privy, you have a responsibility to examine this, likewise, as not an isolated situation. The work environment into which I have been invited is more than a little toxic, non-inclusive, dysfunctional, uncommunicative, and unaccommodating to variability. I sincerely pity my predecessor, as I indeed pity my successor, and I believe it falls to you to address how to improve this situation.

That said, I have also become increasingly aware that I am pronouncedly overqualified for this role, and it leaves me to question why I was offered the position in the first place, as my resignation herefrom seems like precisely what to avoid when recruiting someone overqualified. I would also like to point out that this is the only position from which I have ever resigned, save when I relocated here from [my birth country]. This, and how poorly my predecessor was allegedly able to carry out the role, clearly presents all issues as belonging solely to [the undisclosed rail company which may or may not have been revealed in an article linked above as being rife with corruption] and the Training Centre. I urge you to reconsider how people therein are treated, handled, communicated with, and above all respected.

I also urge you to close all office spaces (including the Training Centres) in keeping with [then current] Government Guidelines, but I do not trust that this will be given due respect and even considered, let alone carried out. At the very least, I believe you are morally and professionally obliged to complete a new Risk Assessment for the Training Centre, as the one in place was either completed with incompetence, or knowingly falsified.

We are facing a life and death situation with covid. Every instance in which I have pointed this out has been literally laughed off. Please address this. Please take this seriously. Our highest priority as professionals and as humans must be to preserve human life.

Best wishes and stay safe.

[My professional signature]

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[itsthebeckyzone]

I'm not saying that we're saints

I'm not saying that my government is found of angels.

But some of us are innocent. My 18 years old friends? Those that got enlisted by mandatory? They don't want to go into Gaza, and possibly get killed. Not really.

And what about me? About my family? I'm 17 years old high schooler, sleeping with two little siblings, one older sister, both my parents and our cat and dog in the small safe-room, calming my 12 years old little sister, scared shitless, hoping tomorrow there will be a school to go to, that all of my friends will come too.

Last night, that's what we saw outside.

Those are rockets shot at us from Gaza, and our defense system trying to neutralize as much of them as we can.

I'm not saying all of Arabic and Palestinian people are bad, most are innocent, just like me!

I'm talking about those terror units and terror organizations. You see, one of my first memories, from 2 years old, is my parents running with me and my older sister in their hands down 4 floors of stairs just to get in time to the building's safe space. I remember her crying, and I remember the sound of the alarms and booms of the rockets exploding in the sky.

I also remember stuff from 2012 And 2014, when I was 8 and 10. Sitting in the safe room for hours in summer, I didn't go to any summer camp during those years. I remember crying over the sound of the alarms. Or being at the zoo, ducking over my baby sister when a rocket explodes right on top of us, so no shadders will fall on us.

And today, at 17, after a fucking global crisis and pandemic, I have to go through it all over again. And just to say, I'm living in one of the least bombed places, those who live in the south go through this on a daily basis.

So please, before you go and believe what some people and even celebrities who don't know shit about what we're going through post, pause, and think for a moment before sharing the false facts. Those people? Some of them were never even here!

The bad people? The terrorists? Last night, burned cars, smashed windows, cursed passers, kind of like the glass night in world war 2...

Do you know how these terror units operate? They put their rockets in hospitals, schools, even resident-filled buildings, knowing that we won't attack before at least trying to evacuate any harmless civilian. Morality, such an ironic thing. Gaza is not bad. Their head management is.

So here I am, sitting in the safe room.

(Not everyone has a safe room. Old buildings have a safe space at -1. Older buildings and houses have a community safe space. Sometimes it's so far from your house you won't make it in time...)

I'm sitting and writing this, hoping that people will finally begin to understand our situation. On both sides. And that people will stop spreading hate and lies, and start spreading love, and support, and if not that? Then awareness.

Stay safe, please. Spread love, not lies.

#stay safe #spread love not lies #save civilians #ישרבלר #ישראבלר #טאמבלר עברי #עברית #ישראל #israel #hebrew #english jewish #jewish #those celebs really dont know shit sorry not sorry #i don't want another war #heya im kinda scared #Stop anti-Semitism #Stop spreading rumors about the Israeli-Palestinian conflict #Stop spreading rumors about the i/p conflict