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gatespage · 3 months
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Behind the scenes of ‘Sub Rosa’ with Gates McFadden & dir. Jonathan Frakes
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brazaesthetic · 1 year
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Almanacão de férias Tuema da Mônica (1993)
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simplycobain · 1 year
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This video is hilarious 😂
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sagradofemenin0 · 1 year
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Maison Margiela Tabi. (1993-)
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the-overseer2005 · 1 year
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Happy MAR10 Day!
I hope you celebrated responsibly, because i didn’t.
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nexustoinsanity · 1 year
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Happy MAR10 day!
Hope you celebrated responsibly, because i didn’t.
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motownfiction · 1 year
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a conversation between two enemies
Sam’s excited. He’s never had an enemy before.
Sure, there have been people who don’t like him very much – people like Robby Blair and Nick Crosby and Jesse Johnston, the popular kids who resented Sam for his ebullience and smiling eyes, the ones that got girls talking when he thought they weren’t listening. There have been people who think he’s not living up to his full potential – people like his teachers and his parents, who thought highly of him and always looked so heartbroken when he came home with a C on his report grade instead of the A they knew he could have earned (that he knew he could have earned, too). There have been people who are angry with him, who feel wronged by him – people like Steph, whose heart he broke in the fall of ‘85 (and all the times thereafter), and people like Charlie, who loves Sam with all his heart but will always hate him for being born first. There are tons of people like that.
But none of them have been enemies.
Sam’s always been a pretty lucky guy in that way. Even when you don’t like him, even when you’re mad at him, you can’t really stay mad at him. You can’t even really get mad at him at all. I’m like a walking Skeeter Davis song, he used to say to Eddie, as recently as last month. And Eddie would always say the same thing (“‘The End of the World?’”) and they’d laugh because they knew the answer was no; because they both knew the right answer all along.
Eddie will never be there to joke with him again.
But it’s not like Eddie is his enemy. No, he made that very clear. Last month, when Eddie got that job in Tennessee, he asked Sam to come with him. He was so romantic about it, too. So sweet, Sam thought, considering Eddie’s usual allergy to romantic overtures. But he was so excited. With beaming brown eyes, he talked of their future around Memphis.
And you could visit Sun Studio … and, and Stax. Maybe you could give Graceland a few tours. Maybe get a job there or something. I’m telling you, baby, Memphis is the best place to be for people who love music as much as we do. I’m hardly even worried about the South. Come on, baby. What do you say?
Sam wishes he could have said yes. He wishes he could have wrapped his arms around Eddie and fallen more in love with him for the way he could sound just like Fred MacMurray in Double Indemnity. But unfortunately, this made Sam into Barbara Stanwyck, and if there’s anything he knows about a Barbara Stanwyck character, it’s that she’s dangerous. It’s that she doesn’t stick around. As soon as Eddie talked about moving away – moving in together – Sam realized how young he really felt. Twenty-six and just like a little boy. Unprepared for anything but untethered affection.
He looks at himself in the mirror after he’s done brushing his teeth. Usually, when he stares into the mirror for longer than a second or two, he sees his twin sister Sadie, and he can never feel bad when he’s looking at Sadie. But she’s not in the mirror today. Today, it’s just Sam all by himself.
And he looks terrible. He looks like a guy who can’t commit to the people he loves, even when they’ve loved him for a long time. He looks terrible. Terrible enough to make one half of himself laugh for a long, long time.
“Well!” he says. “How about it?”
He waits for a second … wonders how he’s going to respond.
Yeah, he thinks. How about it?
(part of @nosebleedclub november challenge -- day xxix!)
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shibachangtimes-blog · 2 months
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Swatch Aqua Chrono AG 1993 BAGNINO S SBK103 Chronograph Watch, manufactured in 1993
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angiebowiearchive · 10 months
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Blesk (1993)
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[if you’re interested in translating this, feel free to drop me a message!]
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gatespage · 1 year
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BTS of Gates McFadden during season 7’s ‘Sub Rosa’
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alleniversonautographs · 11 months
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bunnygirlpost · 1 year
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Chanel 1993💄
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probablybadrpgideas · 5 months
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Red Flags In A DM
Their copy of the Dungeon Master's Guide is blatantly a copy of Guide To American Birdspotting with a crude drawing of an orc over the red-bellied finch
Instead of "Yes, anding" your suggestions, they "No, get out of my housing" them.
They insist they have a "secret missive from wizards of the coast" with the "real rules of D&D" that you can't see but oddly always aligns with their plot.
The above, even when you're not playing D&D
Their minis are clearly just random animals they've put on the game map. One's a deer.
You give your action, and they just stare, unblinking, faintly smiling. They don't respond to anything you say.
You abruptly realize you've never seen this person before
When you turn to ask other members of the game group what's going on, the room is empty.
On social media you find no trace of your game group. None of your friends remember ever meeting anyone of that description.
However, investigation finds their names and descriptions match the victims of an unsolved murder from 30 years ago.
You find photos of the victims, and it's them. Oh god, it's definitely them.
The murder took place during a D&D session
The GM was never found, but there's a photo.
You recognize them. Of course you recognize them.
As you realize this, you turn to run, but your GM is behind you. You didn't hear them enter. You're not sure how they did.
They still don't speak, but their smile is broader
You try to run, but you find you're frozen. The GM takes something out their bag.
It's their terrible homebrew with a bunch of awful rules that's completely focused around their self-insert mary sue DMNPC and they refuse to play anything else for the rest of the campaign.
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jessiehuffstetler · 1 year
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Happy MAR10 Day!
I hope you celebrated responsibly, because i didn’t.
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lacephale · 1 year
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Dinosaur Jr. - Drawerings
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motownfiction · 1 year
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first flight
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The first flight Carrie and Charlie take together isn’t a terribly long one. It’s just about ninety minutes on a plane to New York so they can tour Fordham (where Carrie’s going to school in the fall), scope out a place to live, and visit Lucy, Will, and Elenore. They left Cordelia with Charlie’s parents for the weekend, so the rest of their time is theirs. Carrie is excited. She’s never been on an airplane before. Even that time Mom saved up all her pennies to take all four kids to Disney World, they piled up in the van. An airplane sounds glamorous … metropolitan, cosmopolitan, all the olitans Carrie will have to learn if she really wants to get by in New York City. When she buckles her seatbelt, she’s thrilled to be taking off and going somewhere new.
Charlie, on the other hand, is already giving his sick bag the eye.
The funny thing is that Charlie’s been on a plane before. He’s been on a plane more than once. He knows what to expect. If anything, he should be comforting Carrie, but she’s cooler than any proverbial cucumber you think you’ve ever met. Carrie says something to him about that. He snorts and grips onto the seat in front of him even though they’re not moving (not even close).
“I know what to expect?” he says. “Yeah, sure. Of course I know what to expect. I expect I’ll get sick, like I always do. And you’re gonna have to hold my hair back.”
“Charlie, sweetie,” Carrie says, “your hair isn’t long enough for me to hold it back. It never has been.”
“Well, I meant it as a metaphor.”
Carrie laughs. She’s not really sure what metaphor Charlie thinks he’s wringing out of that one, but if it’s what he needs, she’ll give it to him. He’s already sacrificing so much by moving to New York for her.
“Charlie?”
“Yeah?”
“If I were the one who was nervous and puking on this plane, would you hold my hair back?”
Charlie lets out a little chuckle. Thank God. It’s the most positive thing Carrie has seen from his direction since last night, when he started worrying about getting on the plane.
“I would,” he says. “Don’t worry.”
The boarding door closes, and Charlie’s grip around Carrie’s wrist gets anxious and tight. Carrie exhales softly. She doesn’t say a word to comfort Charlie, but she knows it doesn’t matter. He can feel her sitting there. That counts. Even when the plane takes off, it counts. She never lets go.
You don’t let go of somebody who moves to a whole new state for you, after all.
That’s what Carrie has to say to herself from now on.
When somebody moves to another state for you (or gets on an airplane for you, even though they’re about to vomit in a paper bag), you don’t let go. Dammit, you can’t.
Dammit, she won’t.
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