#BUNCH OF LITTLE E.T’S
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I can’t believe steven spielberg was right
#aliens#mexico#BUNCH OF LITTLE E.T’S#WELL SHIT#curious how soon after olivia rodrigo says she likes looking at alien conspiracy theories this comes out right after#mexican government olivia stans confirmed?
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* 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒: 𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐒.
feel free to change pronouns / wording!
“ more enemies are landing, we won't be safe for long. ”
“ i'll hold him off, buy you some time. ”
“ this is my fight. ”
“ you have such a beautiful world. ”
“ i ain't your butler. ”
“ no names over the airwaves. ”
“ no real names, they're listening. ”
“ ain't no secret government agencies worried about us. ”
“ don't forget to laugh at all their jokes, white people love that shit. ”
“ you fighting this alone or we fighting it together? ”
“ stop touching everything. ”
“ when you gonna let me put your skills to work and get you some real money? ”
“ it's my own personal way to protest the vampiric nature of modern-day capitalism. ”
“ i figured if i stopped to call, that would make me later. ”
“ don't be a problem, don't go looking for a problem, or else we're gonna have a problem. ”
“ i just really need a break. ”
“ you don't know anything about me. ”
“ superman went on a bunch of interviews before he got his job on the daily planet. ”
“ life ain't a comic book. ”
“ no one's coming to save us, we're alone in this. ”
“ you gotta relax, man, your energy is really affecting my chi. ”
“ i was nervous my first time too. ”
“ i get it, you don't like to chit chat back and forth. ”
“ you got a robbing mixtape? ”
“ just act like you own the place. ”
“ try not to look suspicious. ”
“ what're you doing, making friends? ”
“ this won't hurt a bit. ”
“ i ain't no thief. ”
“ are you having an existential crisis now? ”
“ you're just on an adrenaline high. ”
“ don't draw any attention to yourself. ”
“ that was fun, man, you're fun, dude. ”
“ this is probably a lot for you, huh? ”
“ i thought after the car chase we were boys. ”
“ tough guy, i like that, i like it a lot. ”
“ give me a little tap, there you go, now we're friends. ”
“ i'm nobody, i ain't even seen nothing, i'm not even seeing anything right now. ”
“ i mean, you looking pretty rough yourself. ”
“ what we need is a quiet way in. ”
“ we make a great team. ”
“ what about for friendship? ”
“ wow! that was corny when i said it out loud. ”
“ i do not want you going to that drive-in theatre anymore. ”
“ man, it's about time you showed up. ”
“ i enjoy that look of confusion, when an inferior being meets a higher power. ”
“ i'm not following you, i'm just escaping in the same direction! ”
“ oh cool, you're still alive! ”
“ this is my fault, it should've been me. ”
“ i can't sleep. ”
“ i know you're a robot. ”
“ yo! you scratched my paint! ”
“ man, they didn't treat e.t like this. ”
“ you need someone to watch your back. ”
“ way to be incognito. ”
“ if you keep your eyes and your ears open, life will show you everything you need to know. ”
“ guess it's a night mission then. ”
“ that's some indiana jones-type shit. ”
“ you had a gun this whole time? ”
“ did someone call for back-up? ”
“ i won't ask a second time. ”
“ that doesn't look so good. ”
“ there is more to them than meets the eye. ”
“ didn't i kill you already? ”
“ you fought for yours, as i fought for mine, when we should've been fighting the darkness together. ”
“ i ain't done fighting yet. ”
“ it sound like we're all going to die. ”
“ if we are to die, then we will die fighting, all as one. ”
“ he was mine. ”
“ you think you're nobody, but you're the strongest guy i know. ”
“ let them know who you are. ”
“ you think you can take me on alone? ”
“ i'm getting really tired of you humans. ”
“ i have come here to kick ass. ”
“ who are you, like the cia or fbi or? ”
“ strictly off the books. ”
“ no idea what you're talking about. ”
“ we could really use someone like you. ”
#( sentence. )#sentence starters#sentence meme#rp meme#rp starters#movies#transformers#tf rotb#action#sci fi#2 in one day? WILD
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I know the Farscape fandom has pretty much decided that Jeremiah Crichton is the worst episode of the series, but even though I’m not a huge fan of that episode, I think Vitas Mortis is by far the worst episode of the series. There are actually a bunch of episodes that I like less than Jeremiah Crichton. These are just personal taste because I know for a fact that some of these episodes are objectively a lot better than Jeremiah Crichton.
I would watch Jeremiah Crichton over any of these episodes:
Vitas Mortis
I, E.T.
That Old Black Magic
Crackers Don’t Matter
Won’t Get Fooled Again
Incubator
Dream a Little Dream
Lava’s a Many Splendored thing
Coup by Clam
Mental As Anything
Constellation of Doubt
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Race in the Imaginary: Nowhere (1997) dir. Gregg Araki
"L.A. is like... nowhere. Everybody who lives here is lost. "
-The opening quote of Nowhere
"In general, these films worry that the most violent and degraded acts are possible to those who do not inhabit a home or homeland."
-Helen Addison Smith, "E.T. Go Home: Indigeneity, Multiculturalism and ‘Homeland’ in Contemporary Science Fiction Cinema"
Gregg Araki describes his film Nowhere as "Beverly Hills 90210" on acid. Nowhere follows a number of uniquely-named, all somewhat inter-connected teenagers (Lucifer, Dingbat, Egg, Jujyfruit...) in Los Angeles over the course of one day as they engage in an aimless cocktail of drugs, sex, polyamory, BDSM, and parties. The world of the film is in constant flux between reality and fantasy (and it is very, very, very queer). Everything is extremely heightened: there are lengthy, gratuitous sex scenes, a seemingly unlimited access to space, an abundance of drugs, and vast, artistic bedrooms that real teens would only dream of.
In my interpretation, the film's world is an external representation of the teens' imaginations and their feelings of an endless, indestructible youth. While this world is a step above reality for the viewer, it is real to the characters. However, this overindulgence is not without it's consequences. The first half of the film is a sort of queer, sex-positive utopia seemingly free of prejudice in which the teens can have sex with whoever they want, go wherever they want, and so on. This all seems to crumble in the second half of the film, as the teens' endless consumption unravels into overdose, sexual assault, suicide, violent fights, and broken hearts. Araki does not seem to be prudish or critical of this queer nomadic lifestyle, though. He seems to posit that this imaginative world is sadly incompatible with the "real world" of capitalist society at the turn of the century.
Now for the sci-fi. Unbeknownst to every character except Dark, the day on which this film takes place is sort of Judgement Day; the last "normal" day before aliens come to take over the planet.
Dark is the main character of the film, and offers some narration through diary entries and videos he takes of himself and his friends. He is played by James Duvall, a multiracial actor. Dark becomes increasingly unhappier as his girlfriend Mel spends more and more time with her girlfriend Lucifer, who he hates. He grows weary of their indulgence sexually-open arrangement, simply wanting to fall in love and be committed to one person that will anchor him in a world he feels lost in. As he gets more disconnected from Mel, he finds himself infatuated with Mongomery, a boy who goes to school with the teens but who Dark knows little about.
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At the same time as Dark's discontent with his lifestyle grows and he finds himself falling in love with Montgomery, he sees a bunch of giant alien creatures roaming around the city, abducting people. Dark is the only character able to see these aliens, which seems to be no coincidence alongside the fact that he is the only character verbalizing any anxiety about the future and the teens' lifestyle. In one diary entry, he says:
"I feel like I’m sinking deeper and deeper into quicksand, watching everyone around me die a slow, agonizing death. It’s like we all know, way down in our souls, that our generation is gonna witness the end of everything. You can see it in our eyes."
In the final scene of the film, Dark returns home after an empty night of partying and a fight with Mel. Montgomery appears at his window and tells Dark that he was abducted and tested on by the aliens. The two boys lie together on Dark's bed and confess their love, promising to never leave each other. Just when it seems like Dark has found what he has been longing for, Montgomery goes into a violent coughing fit and explodes, leaving a bug-like alien in his place that crawls out of Dark's room, and the movie ends.
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While the aliens in Nowhere are not necessarily representative of a racialized Other according Addison Smith's analysis of Sci-Fi films, the impending doom of an alien invasion and Dark's isolating anxiety is quite in line with Addison-Smith's reading of home and homeland. Araki's identity as Japanese-American director and Duvall's as a multiracial American actor are factors in this reading of the film. Since this film is thus told from a mixed/multiracial perspective, the its anxiety is not surrounding the (white/Western) fear of "losing" a home to outsiders, but the fear of not belonging to any one home in the first place.
Addison-Smith writes:
"For many people in self-avowedly multicultural nations such as
the United States, their status as migrants, be it forced or economic, recent or later generational, means that 'home’ has become a complex, multiple and sometimes fraught notion. That such multiple belongings to place is not confined to recent migrants can most immediately be seen in the labelling of many ethnic groups through the joining of two place names (African—AmericanJapanese-American)" (28).
Araki uses Los Angeles as an unstable home in this film (note the opening quote at the top of this post). He plays upon the notions of transplants to the city, and the stereotypes that the city and its inhabitants are vain and superficial. The characters move throughout the city at will, with no connection to any particular space. Actual homes are places of confinement and depression (both the suicides in the film occur in character's bedrooms).
I read that Dark's ability to see the aliens is a representation of his sense of displacement and anxiety for the future. When Montgomery enters his room and the two share an extremely intimate, tender moment, his room finally begins to feel like home, rather than its previous role as a space for his lonesome brooding and masturbation. But when Montgomery explodes as is replaced by an alien, Dark's vision of home and someone to share it with also figuratively blows up in his face; home feels impossible.
Finally, Montgomery's objectification by Dark's infatuation and his identity as a white queer man seem to be an inversion of both romance and Sci-Fi tropes. Montgomery seems to occupy both the role of the "Manic Pixie Dream Girl" in Dark's desire to be saved by him, and the racialized alien Other in his mysteriousness and his constant affiliation with the aliens. Addison-Smith writes, "An alien is easy to identify, and particular judgements about them are thus easily drawn from their appearance alone, so rooting their ‘racial nature' in their biology" (27). Montgomery definitely stands out in this world. He has different colored eyes, is always dressed in white, appears to Dark miraculously by a sign that reads "God help me," and, unlike very other character, is quiet and keeps to himself. He is alien and even an angelic figure to Dark, a unique representation against Addison-Smith's notions of the racialized alien as either invader or teacher.
The entire movie Nowhere is on Youtube! I think it's really great, but there's a ton of trigger warnings (sexual assault, drug abuse, suicide, eating disorders, physical assault, gore). The quality is also very bad. Proceed with caution.
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Nancy’s Wedding | Steve Harrington x Reader (ch.2)
Series Masterlist
Chapter One – Chapter Three.
Pairings: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader.
Word count: 4612
Nancy's Wedding | Chapter Two.
Steve and Robin's apartment wasn't what Y/N expected. It wasn't much bigger than the one she shared, but it seemed bigger. It had very little furniture, all well placed and with a purpose, everything was clean and spotless. Their bedroom doors were open when they invited her in, and that's why she got a glimpse of their insides. Robin's had its walls filled with different posters, she had a chair with a bunch of clothes piled up on it, and the sheets on her bed were undone; it was as chaotic as her. Steve's, on the other hand, didn't have any decorations on its walls, the bed was perfectly made and the untidiest spot in the place was a little pile of papers on top of his desk. Y/N would have never marked Steve down as a neat guy, but now that she saw it she thought it made sense because he also took very special care of his car.
Robin closed both doors in a quick movement as she kept talking about the building and neighborhood in a rant nobody was paying attention to. Steve took Y/N's coat from her to hang it next to his and picked Robin's from the back of the couch as a habit. Their dynamic was very interesting. As Robin kept buzzing around, offering things, and having ideas, Steve just gestured in silence for Y/N to take a seat and handed her a soda from the kitchen before taking a seat next to her on the couch. Running out of energy, Robin sat on the floor facing the other two.
"Why am I here, Robin?" Y/N cut the other woman before she could start rambling again.
"We need a story and we need for you two to actually know each other in case the others ask something."
"You've seen too many movies," the man sighed, relaxing in his seat with boredom. He was trying to hide his anxiousness, and if Y/N hadn't been paying attention she would've been fooled.
"What kind of story?"
"Well, how did you two meet, for starters."
"Lies will only mess things up. I think the truth a little spiced up is good enough. We met at work when you two came in looking for a job."
Turning towards her, Steve was now visibly paying attention. "And when did we start dating?"
"When was the last time you complained about being single with one of your hometown friends?"
"New year's eve. I think… Yeah, I told Dustin I was upset I didn't have a date to kiss at midnight."
"Nothing after that? Not even for Valentine's day?"
"Nope. I haven't complained to them."
"Lucky them," Robin mumbled under her breath. Steve shot her a killing stare.
"Fine, then we started dating by the end of January. That explained that you haven't complained about being single anymore and the fact that you're willing to take me to a wedding as a formal introduction."
They spent hours talking. Robin threw a few questions at them at the beginning so they started to know each other properly, but she soon became a mere spectator, drifting her eyes from one to the other, pleased with what she'd accomplished. Y/N and Steve talked about their childhoods and their time in high school, their relationship with their parents, and the circumstances that brought them to be in Chicago working at The Silver. It seemed quite superficial, nonetheless. With the heavy talk going away, they discussed movies, TV shows, and music. As might be expected, Steve Harrington was a Top Gun and Lethal Weapon fan, he'd seen every Tom Cruise movie to date too. She was nerdier, she loved science fiction and the kind of adventures that mixed history with myth, like Indiana Jones, for example. A point they had in common was their passion for Steven Spielberg's work. Steve seemed reluctant to admit that he cried with E.T. but Y/N knew just how to press the right buttons to have him confess.
Steve was a huge fan of Magnum P.I. while Y/N was more of The A-Team. They spent forty minutes just arguing about the plot of both shows, counting the pros and cons for each one.
"Okay, fine. Forget about action shows. Golden Girls. That's the best show in the history of television," she stated.
"I haven't seen it."
"Don't lie, Steve! He loves it," Robin made her small intervention.
"Betty White is a treasure. You should be ashamed of not admitting her amazing acting abilities, Harrington."
In their praising of actresses, they ended up confessing how much they both loved Murder She Wrote. When Y/N mentioned the X-Files, Steve started complaining about he knew everything about the show just because his best friend, Dustin Henderson, kept calling him and writing him just to talk about the latest episode that aired. It was so fun to see him all fed up with his friend; Steve talked with the affection of a brother, always complaining about the behavior of his young sibling, but loving him anyway.
With music, Steve was open to new things and wasn't as judgy as Y/N expected; he even liked songs from bands that he didn't enjoy fully and she could understand his position. It was easier to just like songs than bands. Still, he was more of an eighties rock type of guy. He liked Queen, Bowie, Tears for Fears, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen, Journey, and The Police mostly, he also knew every Madonna song thanks to Robin's obsession. Y/N also liked some of Steve's favorite bands and that was something they started talking about how sad they were when Steve Perry left Journey in 1987. His voice always fits perfectly with the band! She also liked The Offspring, Metallica, Dio, AC/DC, and as for guilty pleasure: A-Ha. A very intense mix of music tastes.
It wasn't intentional, but the moment she mentioned her music preference, Steve and Robin shared a sad look. They recovered soon and pretended it hadn't been there, so she just ignored it. She decided that her music taste must've remembered them about someone from their past, maybe someone who wasn't there anymore, and she didn't want to push it.
"Are we expected to dance at the wedding, Harrington?" She tried to break the layer of ice that was building between them.
"Sure. I'm a pretty good dancer."
"He's not. He just loves himself too much."
"Well, I can dance even if I'm not good. A slow dance is a different topic. If you want to have a slow dance we'll have to practice or you'll end up with your feet destroyed."
"You don't know how to slow dance? What did you do at the prom dance?"
"I never went to one."
"Really?" Robin sounded shocked.
"Not even middle school."
"You most definitely need to practice," the woman sentenced.
"Cool, now I have homework," Y/N sighed. "By the way, do they know about you in Hawkins?"
Steve and Robin shared a look before staring at her like she had grown another head, "Know what?"
"That you aren't straight." To their silence, she looked up at both of them, "What?"
"How– How do you know?" Robin was very pale.
"Don't look so scared, Jesus! I don't think people at work know, I just pay attention. The moment you see a woman you like, lo ogle her just like Steve does."
"You've known since the beginning?" The other woman was having trouble processing the information. Steve had tensed when the conversation started, but the moment Y/N proved that she didn't mean any harm he had relaxed picking some chips from a bowl.
"Pretty much, yeah."
"And you still change next to me in the locker room?"
Arching an eyebrow, Y/N stared right into Robin's soul. "Why wouldn't I?"
"I don't know." Robin, on the floor, hugged her knees against her chest hiding her face.
"To think that just a few days ago you were claiming to be too old…" Y/N came down from the couch to the floor, kneeling next to Robin she hugged her. "Come on, Buckley, you certainly didn't expect me to hunt you down, did you? We've met for three years!"
As Robin let her emotions overflow her, Steve explained that in general terms the town didn't know about Robin, but their closest friends did. Therefore, at the wedding, there would be people that know and people that don't know.
Steve offered to drive her home. They had spent a lot of time talking and planning their sham for the wedding and Steve felt the duty of compensating for her time investment somehow. However, she declined the offer as she had the feeling that it would push her luck. She'd had a great time with them and for the first time, she really thought they were just friends hanging out. She almost forgot that it was all fake.
"Jesus Christ, Y/N, you make it very hard for people to do good things for you, you know? Fine! I won't drive you, but I'm walking you to the subway stop."
Proving that was his final word, Steve put on his coat and got out of the apartment. Y/N followed. She wasn't accustomed to being treated kindly without a hidden aim. Spencer and Dewey and Doctor Ross were the only ones who had done it and she never knew how to respond. Steve was trying, apparently, but he also wanted her to pretend to be dating him for his ex-girlfriend's wedding so…
"Why are you doing this, Steve?"
"Doing what?"
"Offering me rides and walking me to the train station."
He gave her a weird look frowning.
"I'm just confused. In these three years, you and I hadn't really bonded. We work in silence, mostly, and when we talk we banter."
"You don't think we're friends," it was a statement more than a question, but the tone was skeptical.
"Are we? Don't get me wrong, it's just that my knowledge about friendship came from the movies."
"I got my first real best friend when I was eighteen and he was thirteen. I'm in no place to judge you, but I've been trying to befriend you. Robin too. And sometimes it looks like we're building something, then you close yourself."
"Hmm… Yeah, Denny points that out a lot. I'm sorry, I don't do it on purpose."
He dismissed her apology with a gesture, "Who's Denny?"
"My roommate."
"Since when?"
"Since the beginning. Did you think I could afford an apartment by myself?"
"No… No. It's just that you never mentioned him. That's all."
"Her."
"What?"
"Denny as in short for Denise. She works at a record store. We barely see each other. Best roommate ever."
"You're weird."
"Still you don't say it as if it's a bad thing, you say it as a compliment."
"Because it is one."
"Liar."
She pushed him with her body. Laughing, he pushed her back softly. After a beat of silence, Steve complained about the weather and their conversation became empty of depth but full of intentions. They were building something, and now she knew it was meant to be built. Steve waited until she used the subway token to get inside the platform, and although she couldn't see him, he waited until the train arrived.
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The band was still giving it all on stage, some punk rock from the new era with a woman with her short white-blond hair in spikes as the frontwoman. It was good, and Y/N bounced her head to the rhythm as she dried the last glass in her hands.
It was busy at The Silver when the most regular customer of all walked his way to his favorite stool with a friend right behind him. They had to push and fight their way between already drunk people, they even had to make people who were already on the stools.
"You're here early, Doctor Ross," she smiled politely.
"I'm treating a friend here. Mark, this is my guardian angel, Y/N."
"We've met before. How's your wrist?" Doctor Greene offered his hand, so Y/N gave him hers and he moved it, flexing it. "Healed well."
"I certainly hope so. What can I offer you, doctors?"
"I want a Flowery Miracle. Mark would take a Silver Sin." Ross' smile showed mischief.
"What the hell is a Silver Sin?"
"One of our best cocktails, Doctor Greene. Kind of sweet," she explained as she started to mix their drinks. "How's Carol doing?"
"She's at home now. Don't know much more. Hey, did I tell you about our new med students?" His change of topic was revealing.
Greene locked eyes with her and shook his head. As far as she knew, he was Ross' best friend and had the patience of a saint, as Ross had told her.
"What about the students?"
"They're third-year students and they think they know it all, but there's this particular student that's driving us crazy."
"He's not that bad. He has potential."
"Has he?" She half listened, still working on their drinks.
"Well, he's Benton's student. He wants to be a surgeon, you see, and for doing that he must be soulless."
"You just want him on your ER team, Mark."
"He's good with patients. He still has a lot to learn but he has potential."
"He's also cute. Thank you," Ross smiled when she gave him a long glass with a neon yellow drink and a straw.
"Oh, yeah. Very cute." Greene nodded to her, eying weirdly the grayish, sparkling drink in his voluptuous glass. "John Carter is the new toy for the nurses. Until now Dough was the most handsome doctor at the ER. Although I disagreed on the matter. Now is Carter."
"How cute is he?"
"I think you would like him. He's cute and he knows it. Carter always looks up; he lowers his head so he can look up through his eyelashes with his brown puppy eyes. He even wears suspenders!" Ross complained.
"Oh! Oh, this is good. Very good." Greene complimented the drink.
As she moved to serve other customers she found Steve looking at her; she winked at him. The night ran before them, Ross asked for some scotch for him after his cocktail but pushed Greene to try a different one. She overheard parts of their conversations and they asked her opinion on stupid subjects as the alcohol was working its magic. Mark Greene was leaning his head on the counter, his hands playing with a straw as he mumbled about how his wife kept pushing on the matter of him changing the ER for private practice. Ross wasn't even listening to him now, looking at a woman on the other side of the counter that wasn't paying attention to him.
"Should I call you a cab, Doctor Ross?"
The older man blinked several times in an effort to focus his eyesight, he smiled on a thin line deepening his chin against his neck. "Yeah. Yeah… That'll be good, kid."
"Same taxi for both of you?"
"Sure. I have to take care of this big baby over here."
"No. No. I have– I have to go home. Jen– Jen's going to be pissed. I– I'm really drunk." He laughed so hard he fell from his stool. Ross tried to help him up, falling too.
"Don't be ridiculous. She went to her parents' house, remember? With Rachel, for the weekend."
"Oh… Oh! That's true! That's so very true! You're a terrible friend. You got me drunk!!"
"Only a little bit."
The rest of the night went by with its usual flow. A couple of drunk boys tried to have her number, although they were too drunk to see her clearly. A group of secretaries that had Sunday free approached Steve after having ogled him for hours from one of the booths; he talked politely to them, showing his charm without really flirting.
The clock struck six o'clock and the place was empty. The waiters were already mopping the dancing floor and Steve and Y/N were finishing the bar. Robin got out of the kitchen dragging her feet as if they weighed a few tons each.
"I. Am. Exhausted." She groaned.
"You look like shit." To Steve's statement, Robin flipped him the bird. He returned the gesture with a smile.
"We still have half an hour to close up. What's wrong with you, people?"
"Mickey, we might start to think of closing sooner."
"Listen to him," Y/N claimed, pointing at Dewey. Spencer gave her a stern look. "Sorry, Mr. Spencer."
"Why do you just call us mister when you want to mock us? I'm getting old with these workers, Vincent."
Y/N shared a complicit smile with Dewey.
Spencer went behind the bar counter to look for the tip jar and do the equal piles, but he was so tired that he decided he wanted a glass of water first. He took one of the recently dried squared glasses, put it under the faucet, and filled it. The moment he was about to drink, his hand shook and contracted against his will breaking the glass in his hand. As he cursed, Steve approached to help him.
"Get away!" Spencer and Dewey yelled at the same time.
Y/N gave Spencer a rag, "I'll take of this. Go clean it up."
"Be careful," the owner pleaded.
Steve didn't understand why his boss was fine accepting her help, but not his. She crouched under the counter, took out a box of latex gloves, and put on two in each hand before picking up the glasses pieces that rested on the floor and sink.
"I– What's wrong?" He looked confused at Y/N and Dewey.
She knew the answer, of course she knew, but she would never tell a secret that was not hers.
"Michael is seropositive," the old man explained. "The last tests showed up that his transmissivity of the virus had decreased, but we still need to be careful. I know this is kind of too much. There's no way you'll get infected by touching someone else's blood unless you had an open wound, but…" Shrugging, Dewey faced Steve for the first time. "Better be safe than sorry."
"I have this under control, boss, you can go with him." To Y/N's proposal, Dewey nodded and left.
She was scrubbing the blood with bleach with the same sentiment as someone who had just committed a crime and wanted to destroy the evidence. Steve waited for her to get up again before talking.
"I– I don't understand."
Taking the gloves off, she gave him a skeptical look. "They've been together since the seventies. Together, together. Spencer and Dewey. They have a business together and they share a house, not an apartment, a house. Did you really not connect the dots, Harrington?"
"In his defense, I didn't do it either," Robin confessed under her breath.
"Well, yeah. They took me in when I was homeless at seventeen. I lived at their house until I was twenty-one, really. We found out about Spencer's five years ago. If I'm telling you this is only because Dewey agreed; if you want details, ask them."
Making a beeline to the office, Y/N left Steve and Robin to their thoughts. Spencer was seated in his chair as Dewey took care of the thin cuts on his hands wondering out loud if they should go to the hospital or not. She informed them that everything was clean and that Buckley and Harrington might have questions before disappearing.
Robin and Steve were sharing a whispered conversation with the counter between them.
"Hey, Harrington! The washrooms aren't going to clean themselves. Come on, you take one and I take the other."
In less than fifteen minutes the ladies' restroom was spotless, its walls and floors so clean that they reflected the light, and the mirrors were free from finger marks, dried water spots, and lipstick. Why use lipstick on the mirror? She'll never know. The place had a particular clean smell, a mix of cleaning products and bleach. Usually, it would have taken her a little more time, now, however, she had used the spike of adrenaline that the broken glass gave her to finish the five stalls, five sinks, five mirrors, doors, walls, and floors in less time. Thank God Steve was doing the other restroom, her adrenaline spike had left her and she could barely keep her eyes open with exhaustion.
Robin had been waiting outside and gave her a tired but anxious smile.
"You done? As we have tonight and tomorrow night off, I thought that maybe we could do the slow dance thing. What do you say?"
"I say I want to go home and sleep, Buckley." She led the path towards the locker room, closely followed by Robin.
"Steve will drive you home, and he will pick you up this afternoon. Just after lunch. We can have kind of a sleepover at our place!"
"Aren't we too old for sleepovers?"
"How many sleepovers did you have as a child? See? None. I had two before meeting all the gang. You can sleep in Steve's bed, he'll sleep on the couch."
"Now that seems just mean."
"He offered. Come on, say yes. Please. Please. Please!"
She sighed leaning her forehead against the cold material of her locker's door, "When I was little I wanted a dog. I've been trying to convince Denny of adopting one. Since I've met you I have that experience covered."
"Is that supposed to be an insult or a compliment?"
"A statement."
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Just as Robin had told her, Steve Harrington was waiting outside her apartment building at three o'clock in the afternoon. He was leaning against his car side, legs crossed by the ankles, arms crossed across his chest, his hair allowing a perfect lock of hair to fall down to his forehead, and sunglasses. Damn, he was hot! He looked like the main character in a romantic movie from the eighties and there was no way he didn't know it. She loved it. She was screwed.
With her approach, he closed the distance offering his hand to take her duffel bag and put it in the backseat while he explained that he had done some grocery shopping for the sleepover and the bags filled the car trunk. His movements were smooth and clean, so calculated that he didn't leave room for her to open the passenger seat door to get inside, he was the one who opened it instead. Steve gave her his most shiny smile, pleased with her efforts for not smiling herself, pursing her lips, and biting the inside of her cheeks. She wasn't subtle.
The car ride was filled with Steve talking about how Robin had insisted on renting some tapes at the video store, which led to how he worked at a video store with Robin in Hawkins called Family Video.
"I honestly had no clue of movies and the manager was Keith. We belonged to different species in school, you know, he was the nerdy type and kind of creepy too, if I'm honest. He worked at the Arcade for some time and he never told us why he changed to Family Video now that I think about it, but there I go, with a poor resume basically begging him to take me in. Robin helped me get the job, I owed her. Keith's like this movie freak that wants you to know all the little details and remember all the names… Dude, I just watch a movie to enjoy it not to analyze it."
"And to make out with your date."
He gave her an offended look, she tilted her head to the side so he sighed nodding. "Yeah, that too. My point is that my only working experience was at an ice cream shop at the new mall of Hawkins, and that fucking mall blew up in July. I had nothing, and Keith was asking me about my favorite movies. I told him about the Star Wars movies."
"Really?"
"Yeah. What? Do I not look like someone who would enjoy some space battles?"
"You watched them with that friend of yours, Dustin, didn't you?"
"You're a demon and I hate you."
"That's a yes."
"Yes. It is, in fact, a yes. The movies were good, and I liked them. Dustin and I even had a secret handshake, you know? Pretending to be using the lightswords and all." He sounded very pleased with himself.
"Lightsabers."
"Whatever. Do you know what Keith asked me?"
"What?"
"To name the movie. I didn't fucking know they had different names!" And just with that, Y/N was laughing so hard tears were falling from her eyes. Steve enjoyed it, discovering there that it was the very first time that he had seen her laugh so truly. He did that. "I told him I liked the one with the teddy bears better."
"You did not!!"
"He wasn't going to give me the job. I assure you that even if I had had the same knowledge that him, he would still refuse. The guy hated my guts, man."
"Because you were popular in school and he was not?"
"Precisely. Also, the fact that I was an asshole in school didn't help my case."
"You were? I mean, I guess that it's just something that goes hand to hand, popularity and idiocy."
"In my defense, I'll say I was young, stupid, and had terrible friends. Although I doubt we can call them that. Robin would be pleased to explain my assholery behavior."
"Were you the kind of guy to mess with others?"
"Hell no. No. I didn't make fun of people but I didn't stop Tommy and Carol. And there's one time in which I broke Jonathan's camera. Bad time."
"Oh, my God! Did you bully the soon-to-be husband of your ex-girlfriend? Dude!"
"I know…"
"Dude!!"
He couldn't help but laugh with her. A comfortable silence settled between them afterward.
"So, what did Robin tell Keith for him to change his mind?" She reoriented the topic.
"That if he hired me, hot girls would come inside the store at all times."
"Big promise."
"I'm charming."
"You know, there's one thing that really fascinates me about you."
"Only one? Ouch."
"You're handsome. You're cute, you have the looks and the charm, and you know how to use it. You know the tools you have at your disposal. However, with some women, you use them perfectly and with most of them you just–" she snapped her fingers. "Man, I don't know how to explain it, but it's like you're all suddenly shy and awkward, and like you have zero confidence and, although it's very cute, it's also like watching a car crash."
Steve nodded as if he was considering her words. "That might be because I really have zero confidence," he confessed with a sad smile. "I don't do rejection well, and it's all I know which is ironic. Let me tell you, though, that all I'm going to remember of what you just said is that you think I'm cute."
"I don't."
"Yeah, you do. You said I'm cute, twice."
"That doesn't mean I think you are."
"But you do."
"I do not."
"It's alright, kid, I know I'm cute."
"Bite me!"
"Only if you ask nicely."
The fact that he gave her the same comeback she had given him before only made her want to smile more. Fucking Steve Harrington!
To be continued…
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Continuing from where we left off about Svali, the fake Illuminati defector from whom all of those claims about color/metal/gemstone programming and fictive programming originate, we now reach chapter twelve, which is basically a bunch of supposed tips to keep the cult from reaccessing the survivor.
Svali claims that cult members are given an "E.T. phone home" alter that wants to reestablish contact with the global satanic cult. Basically she's claiming that if you ever find yourself wanting to go back to an abuser, it's not because part of you is nostalgic for the times that were actually good; it's because the Illuminati put an alter in you.
What's she going to blame on an alter next? Craving popcorn? Wanting to visit the beach?
According to Svali, basically any attempt from family members to get in contact with you whatsoever contains "trigger codes." Did your mom send you a birthday card? Did it make you miss your mom? That's because it contained an Illuminati trigger code!!!
If you see someone who reminds you of a family member and you find yourself missing them? Triggered by the Illuminati!!!!!
Phone calls from family and friends? They're definitely trying to activate your "E.T. Phone Home" alter. They aren't just confused about why you've cut them off ever since you started visiting that therapist who thinks Trump is working behind the scenes to save the children from the globalists.
Family send you a birthday card? The number of petals on the flowers is a trigger code. Or the color of the flowers is.
And if you think you don't have DID? If you think you're just a regular person with a shitty family you've cut off and just miss them because, y'know, that's a normal thing? Well of course you have DID, you silly little goose! You're just an amnesiac presenting system! You just don't remember the SRA because you have screen memories!
In chapter thirteen, Svali claims that:
Survivors of Illuminati programming will always have some type of hierarchy inside. This is because the cult itself is very hierarchical, and puts this hierarchy inside the person. What better way to inspire loyalty to leadership than to put the leadership inside the person’s head? Trainers are also very hierarchy conscious themselves. They know that a system without hierarchy and head honchos inside to direct things will be a system in chaos. They will not leave the person’s system leaderless inside.
But... wait, Svali, weren't you claiming earlier that all cult members were taught that it's kill or be killed, betray or be betrayed, that authority figures cannot be trusted? Literally how does this work? How is there any sort of functional hierarchy, whether among the member ranks or within systems, if all of this betrayal shit's going on?
Later, she claims that the Illuminati was responsible for human experimentation during WWII. Now remember that Svali's into that whole 13 Satanic Bloodlines stuff, so she's also repeating the conspiracy theory that Jews were actually behind the atrocities of WWII.
She claims that Illuminati victims today are taught that they are just an experiment, which demoralizes and dehumanizes them, and all that cartoon villain shit. She claims that victims are put into VR simulators and subjected to various modes of sensory stimulation/deprivation.
After the experiment stuff, Svali starts bringing MK-Ultra into this, and claims that alters can have assassin programming. Now just for clarification, Project MK-Ultra was a real thing, and it was beyond fucked up. However, it was the work of the US government, not a global satanic conspiracy. Furthermore, they basically discovered that no, there are no magic mind control drugs. But the Christofascists, who idolize the US government and hate drugs, can't really accept either of these things.
In chapter fourteen, Svali starts talking about spiritual programming. She claims that all children go through rituals where demonic entities are invoked, and also claims:
Trainers will invoke demonic layering during programming sessions. This is done after acute trauma. The person is asked if they want more pain, and they will always say ''no''. The trainer then offers them a way out: if they will accept a ''protector'' or ''protectors'' they won’t be hurt any more. The trainers will want this, knowing that with these ''protectors’'' they can shorten the training sessions. The protectors, or guardians, will reinforce the programming internally, without outside help.
This echoes what other known fraud Lauren Stratford claimed about satanic "spirit guides" in her book, Satan's Underground, just given a psychological twist.
She claims that the Illuminati has a sacred text titled "The Book of Illumination." There is apparently a real text with this title, but it has nothing to do with the Illuminati whatsoever. She claims that the Illuminati frequently worship Moloch, Ashtaroth, Baal, and Enokkim. She claims that children will be drugged and forced to eat the raw innards of sacrificed animals, which... not only is this gross, this is definitely a major health risk.
She claims that the Illuminati practices "resuscitation rituals," in which children are drugged, shocked, or otherwise tortured to the points where their heart stops. Then they perform CPR and bring the child back, and claim a demon resurrected them. Why they'd do this when this is such a massive risk and CPR CAUSES SERIOUS INJURIES is baffling - but then again, this is Svali, Queen of Edge.
She claims that demons can perform miraculous healings, another claim that seems to have been inspired by Satan's Underground.
And then there's more edgy cartoon villainy described here that's kind of just.. generic Christofascist fearmongering about the activities of evil satanic cults and their abusive behavior so like, I'm not gonna bother. If you wanna read it you can find it yourself.
In chapter fifteen - the final chapter of the first part of this two-part series - she talks about VR programming again, where Illuminati programmers can supposedly set up any scenario they like.
Then she claims that there's "denial programming," where parents will harm a child one day and then the next pretend that nothing happened. Because apparently in Svali's world, all shitbag behavior has to be the machinations of a global satanic cult, not just people being shitbags.
She claims that denial programming also includes children being given an orange, asked what it is, and when they answer that it's an orange, be told that it's an apple and be tortured until they agree it's an apple. Like, Svali, this doesn't make an effective cultist, this just seriously messes up a person.
Svali also claims:
Alters will be created as the child grows, whose purpose is to deny the cult abuse. If any leakage or breakthrough occurs, the denial alter’s job is to create a plausible explanation: it was a nightmare, a book the person read, a movie they saw, etc. These alters will read and quote literature that refutes SRA. THESE ALTERS OFTEN BELIEVE THAT THEY ARE SAVING THE LIFE OF THE SURVIVOR. They have been told that if the survivor remembers, and believes the abuse, the survivor will be killed, or the denial alter will be severely punished or shattered for not doing their job. These parts have a vested interest in their job: they believe their very existence and they body’s survival, depend upon them.
So, if you deny being satanically abused? If you tell your therapist that you don't have DID? Why, that's just more proof that you have been satanically abused and you do have DID!!!
She claims that the Illuminati induces "core splits" by means of severe torture methods. She claims that these techniques are also dangerous because they can cause autism if they don't work right.
Yeah, you read that right.
She's blaming autism on SRA.
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The Pixies - Sala Universal, Madrid, Spain, September 17, 1990
Keeping it totally 1990s this week. The Pixies! My brother and I were just discussing what a huge impact this band had on us as teens. We discovered them posthumously, right around the time that the Breeders and Frank Black were getting going. Up until then, my taste had leaned toward classic rock, but hearing Surfer Rosa and Doolittle in ninth grade opened up a whole new world of weirdo sounds.
Back then, I thought of Bossanova as the weak link in the Pixies discography — but today I can't imagine why I thought that! It's terrific, tons of great songs and fairly ambitious production. This Spanish gig took place just about a month after it came out and as such it features a bunch of the LP. Some of it is a little shaky — they may not have figured out how to play "Dig For Fire" just yet. But when it works it works — I especially love the Kim Deal / Black Francis duet on "The Happening." As the above article suggests, those two were not exactly getting along by this point, but they sure could make some beautiful noises together.
Kim Says: This album is more like Spielberg than David Lynch. More like E.T., Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark than Eraserhead or Blue Velvet.
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please don't go: a last of us fic
chapter 3
after David / Silver Lake / post-episode 8
angst, Joel & Ellie bonding, 99% canon compliant
rating: mature - content warnings re: s/a, violence, more
ch 1 | ch 2 | ch 3 | ch 4 | ch 5 | ch 6 | ch 7 | ch 8 | ch 9 | ch 10
link to whole story (work in progress) on AO3
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They're quiet for a while, both of them waiting to thaw and too exhausted to shiver and talk at the same time. It’s full dark by the time the sensation starts prickling painfully back into Joel’s toes. They’re huddled side by side with the heavy sleeping bags cocooned around them both, tugged over top of their heads slightly to trap as much heat in as they can. The zipped together sleeping bag blanket is big enough to overlap slightly in a double layer in front of them, even with a few bundles of the fabric bunched up under their legs to keep the cold coming up from from the floor at bay. It’s starting to feel warm. He still can’t quite believe any of it is real.
Ellie’s velcroed at his side, leaning into his shoulder a little, facing forward but clearly not really looking at anything. Her breaths are sounding a bit less laboured now that she isn’t having to fight so hard to stay upright and mobile - but the wheezy little noises are still leaking out steadily and he’s trying to dial in to listen closely, trying to tell if it’s coming from her lungs or her throat - like he’s a fucking doctor, anyway, like he can even do anything with that.
They’ve kept a small gap between the edges of the blanket where it comes up near their faces - enough of an opening to let Joel keep an eye on the parts of the window and door he can see from here, and to let them breathe in air that smells a bit less strongly like the blood and filth they are both covered in.
Running on fumes, Joel doesn’t even try to stop himself from remembering how Sarah looked laying in her little bed, tucked in the way she had demanded for so long, blankets pulled up in a hood all the way over the head, tucked in tight all around her, looped up and under her feet. Only her perfect round face was left free, big eyes peeking out into her room. “You look like E.T., little weirdo”, he’d tell her so he could listen to her giggle as he tucked her teddy bear in beside her.
“What- ” Tommy (young and dumb) had teased her once, “You think the monsters under your bed ain’t gonna find a way ‘round some butterfly sheets?” Set off a few long weeks of nightmares and sleep regression with that one. At least he’d learned his lesson - always more gentle with his words around her after that.
She was always making forts in the living room, too - although, admittedly, this is not much like one of Sarah’s famous couch-cushion-and-dining-chair-post-and-beam-blanket-forts, and more - well - a blanket-cave. He’s leaving his flashlight on for now, a sliver of harsh white light to see by under the blanket, solely so he can keep an eye on Ellie. Too afraid of missing something in the dark.
Joel’s rubbing her red stained hands between his and holding her fingertips close to his mouth, focusing on warming them a bit more with each exhale. Her frost-nipped fingers along with his seem to be finally returning to a normal temperature, no longer ice to the touch. And no blistering he can see yet - what’s one more miracle? - they might have somehow dodged frostbite.
He hopes he can say the same for the skin under her still wet jeans, water soaked up the legs from the snow, damp patches on her knees and seat from where she fell. Now that he knows they’re not fixing to freeze to death before the sun is up, he needs to start tackling everything else on the list of things that could be hurting her.
It’s a long fucking list.
“Your jeans are wet, Ellie,” he says, glancing down to where she’s leaning against his shoulder. “Should get in your dry pair soon - can’t stay damp all night.”
“Yours too,” she says softly after a minute, and he hmms in acknowledgement. Neither one of them moves.
She takes a few more breaths in and out before she continues talking. “Can’t. M- hurt my shoulder.”
He shuffles around a bit to face her more directly. “Think we’re warm enough under here now to take off that jacket for a bit - mind if I take a look?”
“S’fine - just hurts,” she replies, but she starts shrugging the coat off, needing a bit of help from him to twist in the awkwardness of the space without toppling over, struggling with her weakness under the weight of the blanket on them.
The coat falls and she resettles in just her sweater now, and Joel shifts a little more onto his knees - groaning through the hurt flaring up in his side again - trying to face her as square on as he can get to compare her left side and right side.
No obvious asymmetry he can see. Doesn’t look swollen.
“Can you move it?” He asks, lifting and holding his own arm up and out to his side to demonstrate. She starts to mimic him but winces and he reaches out to pause her from moving any higher -“Just stop there, that’s alright.” She obeys, dropping her arm down to her side.
“How’d it - d'you hurt it when you fell? Off the horse?”
She looks at him for another couple of seconds before her gaze falls down to the floor. The silence stretches on - it doesn’t seem like she’s going to respond. He takes a pause to evaluate her frame, no longer drowning in his coat. Smaller than he’d ever seen her before, easy - she’s dropped pounds she couldn’t afford to lose. A shrinking, starving little girl at risk of disappearing.
Add it to the list.
“You mind if I look over the rest of your arms?” He asks, after as much of the quiet settles in as he can take. He’s so drained of energy he doesn’t feel real. So sore. But his worry is loud in his mind, and the volume keeps dialling up as more time passes - starts to take on a sharper edge as he lets himself consider how little of her body he’s actually laid eyes on to check for injuries by this point.
After another few seconds, Ellie shrugs, her eyes staying glued to the floor.
He reaches down to hold one of her hands gently in his, and starts to slide her sleeve up and out of the way with his free hand. He blinks and she’s grabbed onto his wrist with both hands and she’s squeezing, tight. He freezes and tries to look at her still downcast face, finding nothing he can read.
“You’re -” she says shakily and then pauses, dragging in a gasp of air. She’s bawling a second later. Her tiny fingers keep squeezing tight. Her arms are tense, holding him at length.
“You’re the- the one hurt,” she wails without looking up at him. “You fe- you shouldn’t - your stitches-“ the rest of her sentence is lost.
He’s never seen her fall apart like this, even after all that’s happened. All she’s seen. Joel can feel his heart squeezing, shredding.
As quickly as she grabbed him, she’s dropped the hold on his wrist, and she’s got her fingers winding into the fabric of his flannel shirt instead, clenching her fists tightly in small jerks like she’s trying to accomplish something but it’s all just uncoordinated, purposeless movements. He’s not sure she’s behind the driver’s seat of what she’s doing anymore.
“Ellie, it’s okay,” he tries to soothe her somehow - it’s fucking hard to keep his voice steady with his throat working against him, feeling tighter and tighter. He covers her hands with his, no idea what else to do, rubbing his thumbs slowly across the back of her clenched tight knuckles. “I’m alright,” he keeps talking, hoping he sounds calm, "Nothin’ you need to-“
“Got medicine,” she sobs loudly.
“I know, baby. I know you did.”
“B-bleed-ing?” It comes out in gasps. She’s yanking harder at his flannel, and he gets what her hands are trying to do.
“No, no,” he moves hurriedly to tug up the bottom of his shirt until the stitched up gash is visible, exposed to the cold air. He fumbles for the flashlight, redirects the beam onto it. “See? No bleeding - stitched it up real good. Still holdin'. You saved me. I’m - I’m alright.”
In truth, the wound had been seeping all day as he twisted and strained - not much but enough to feel his clothes sticking to his side, to leave rusty stains blooming on the inside of his shirt - but he’s been still long enough that there’s no fresh wetness for her to see. He watches her shuddering and crying as she looks at the stitches, reaches out and places her fingertips just beside the wound where the swollen redness and heat still spills up out of the gash into his skin, the infection fading but not quite gone. He waits while she takes it in for a beat, and then another.
“Medicine?” she asks between crying jags, looking up at him.
“Packed - just saw it in my bag - I’m - I’m good - you don’t gotta worry about me anymore,” it's a plea, and he's looking at her as she sobs, begging her to hear, “Goddammit, Ellie - it’s my job to take care of you, you never shoulda - I don’t even know what’s happened to you, baby, I just - I need to make sure you’re okay."
“I’m-” she says with another full body shudder, pulling her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them and pressing her face down onto her knees for a moment before she finishes her sentence - “M’ fine.”
And then she sits back up and nods a few times. There’s a new tightness showing up on her face, her jaw. She draws her shoulders back a bit, opens and closes her shaking hands a few times, shuts her eyes and sucks her sobs inwards until they get softer and smaller.
Joel recognizes what's happening with dread.
This is the part of Ellie that got her through growing up alone. A mouth to feed in a loveless FEDRA orphanage, neglected every day, tormented on others. The part that allowed her to get through a childhood spent trading blows with other lonely kids, all of them underfed and worked like dogs, trained to draw blood and shut up when they were bleeding. The only thing that could have let her survive being one of the smallest - he knows that must have made her an easy target, it leaks out so clearly in her get them before they get you veneer. And while Joel avoided any and all children in the QZ, he saw enough in the streets and back alleys to know that FEDRA kids don’t fight fair.
He’s watching a little girl shutting down inside, shoving her feelings down to be buried in some frozen, dark place. This is something - an instinct - that binds them. She was raised in it. He’s helped her perfect it.
Things happen and we move on.
The self-disgust churns white hot in his gut.
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Harry's House ⌂
Last night, three hours before the official release of Harry's House, I finally had the peace of mind to listen to it. I can be very particular about listening to new albums — I need to be in the right headspace to receive new information and enjoy something I don't know yet — but it felt important to hear it before it came out officially, somehow. Because at this point I'm 99% sure that's how it was intended.
Without further ado, I will now give you a rundown on the songs from my perspective. Perhaps I will only say things that have been said before, but if I'm lucky, I might have noticed something that hasn't been discussed yet.
Music For a Sushi Restaurant
What a fun start to an album! It's like a soundtrack for a movie about musical theater? Big Heath Ledger serenading Julia Stiles in the stands in 10 Things I Hate About You vibes. He could unironically win Eurovision with this. <3
Late Night Talking
SO. ROMANTIC. Feels like his response to Always You. And he sounds like he's smiling. 🥹
Grapejuice
I think this is my favourite. I've only listened once, but this one made me cry. I was a mess, @chaotic-bells can confirm. My first thought was that he should do asmr. I don't even get those tingly feelings from it, but his whispering in this goes straight to my skull. Ugh. This song. Fuck. He's. SO. IN. LOVE.
As It Was
I obviously had heard this one a bunch before, but I have a thing about listening to albums in order and I'm glad I did it here too. Because right after Grapejuice, this hits kinda different??? It just goes on? Like. It's all about being with someone long-term. I wonder why...
Daylight
The absolute vibes of this song?? Here's my best bet for an original thought: He says something about "life out there" and "bicycles", right? Is that a reference to E.T.? I haven't seen that movie in years but I thought it was kinda funny, especially considering the fandom joke of him being an alien. Is there some Big Gay Thing in E.T.?
When he says "my kitchen" all I can see in front of my mind's eye is him with his little mixing bowl telling a professional chef "get out of my kitchen".
And just. The lyric "You'll be the spoon / Dip you in honey so I could be sticking to you" annihilated me.
Little Freak
He said "Jezebel" and all I could think about was that one Eurovision song and how I'd thought the guy in that was singing "there's a bear"... 🐻🐻
Anyway. I love the lyric "wet dream dangling" and the guitars in this song.
Something about the lyrics and feel of this just reminded me of his relationship with Zayn? I don't think that's what it's actually about. I also know that's #controversial and would take up too much space to explain. I will just leave the thought here.
Matilda
Harry just has this way of writing lyrics that are so evocative?? I had a similar experience listening to She for the first time, where it felt like a series of images flickering in my mind as he was singing. (There's another bit about bikes and flying in here that made me think of E.T. again.)
Using these references and this story to speak about the themes that his chose was so smart! Matilda is just an inherently queer tale, isn't it? It's about being different, finding information you're not supposed to know on your own, being forced into a mould, facing hate, and then overcoming all that and finding your own family. And here we have the second time I cried. When he switches to that falsetto and sings "I knooow" I couldn't contain myself. Because he does know. <3
Cinema
Hearing "darling" out of his mouth... <3
Here I have something to say about how people will take any remotely sexual lyric of Harry's and immediately say it's about a woman. Bells and I talked about this last night. Sorry if this is TMI but I don't "get myself wet" for anything. It just happens. Taking the active action of "getting yourself wet" isn't a thing most women have to do.
(And while we're here let me mention "you lost your head so I'll give you mine" from Complicated Freak. "Giving head" can be used for either gender, but it's generally more common for blowjobs, no? And Watermelon Sugar could be any bodily fluid. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.)
DESPITE ALL THAT!! This song feels innocent? "I just think you're cool / Do you think I'm cool too" ??? That's ADORABLE.
Daydreaming
This song reminds me of something. I think it's an animated movie?? I wrote down Hercules / Emperor's New Groove / Astérix in America vibes???
Keep Driving
It's another one of those very evocative songs. He says something about maple syrup and pancakes for 2 and I can see him in Tim Horton's. This also contains my favourite lyric of the album, which is "sideboob". <3 The concept here just works flawlessly.
Satellite
The beginning of this song gave me absolute goosebumps, and then he somehow makes the whole song spin??? I had my eyes closed and physically got dizzy and a little disoriented with it. That was so cool!
Boyfriends
My very first thought was that the harmonies in this song would sound great if OT5 sang it together.
It feels like this song is a direct line between him and us fans, kind of? Like he's reciprocating the parasocial relationship we have with him... In the way that Louis' dlibyh is a little bit like you have a friend that you can call upon for advice and he's there. Telling you that your boyfriend ain't shit and you deserve better.
Love Of My Life
The expectations for this were big. Love Of My Life by Queen is one of my favourite songs, ever.
The screams at the beginning?? (Around 7 seconds in.) Bells hadn't even noticed them but I heard it and my brain cinema immediately played the slow motion video of Harry and Louis hugging LOL
He said "baby" and my heart melted. He also said "you don't know what's lost til you find it" which reminded me of that Plato quote from the Symposium where he talks about how humans were originally one creature with two heads and four arms and legs and Zeus was so afraid of their power that he split them into to two, forever doomed to be searching for "their other half"...
"And when one of them meets with his other half, the actual half of himself, whether he be a lover of youth or a lover of another sort, the pair are lost in an amazement of love and friendship and intimacy, and one will not be out of the other's sight, as I may say, even for a moment…"
That being said, this song feels almost incomplete? Like he's telling one perspective of a story that has two, like there's a response, another person who lives like him, a second part that's somewhere out there... (I expect to hear it on LT2.)
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All in all: This album is really fun? Like sonically, it feels like something I would listen to when cooking or something that would be on during a dinner party? The kind of music you can have on in the background as you dance around your house, but also the kind of music you might listen to before you go to sleep.
So there we have it. My thoughts and feelings about Harry's House after listening to it for the very first time. I know most of you have talked about it extensively already, but if anyone wants to chat about it, I'm here and new to the party. 🥰 I'm gonna listen to it again now.
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There’s probably no point in me even doing this because I have, like, no followers, don’t post my writing to Tumblr and no one even tagged me for this in the first place 😬 Buuuuut, I kinda want to and I have a bunch of WIPs so why not, I guess??
RULES: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs.
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Camboy/Pretty Woman AU Chops Scene, I guess
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The Architect and the Space Cowboy
E.T, but like...with wrestling...
Goofy Super Hero AU because I’m me
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Returner (2002)
While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you - the person reading this - won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...
Returner would be more entertaining if it was more incompetent. It’s basically a bunch of 80’s action movies slapped together with a few original ideas right at the end to help make it a little bit more than unmemorable. What's done well in this Japanese science-fiction film makes the less-than-shiny parts truly puzzling.
In 2084, the Daggra, a race of alien invaders, have all but conquered the Earth. As their soldiers attack the last human stronghold, Milly (Anne Suzuki) jumps into a time machine and travels to 2002. Teaming up with hitman Miyamoto (Takeshi Kaneshiro), they can prevent the future from happening if they can find the first invader.
There are an awful lot of similarities between this picture and The Terminator. I don't just mean the time travel business either. It’s hard to explain why without spoiling too much. The influence of American blockbusters in terms of plot and visuals is all over this film by Takashi Yamazaki. The scenes of Miyamoto dressed in sunglasses & a leather trenchcoat and Milly's device that allows its wielder to enter bullet time are reminiscent of The Matrix, for instance.
The film is a blend of Eastern and Western plotlines in the worst way possible. The fate of mankind is literally at stake, but that doesn’t stop Miyamoto from pursuing his grudge towards Mizoguchi, a white-haired, murder-loving crime boss. There's bunch of Yakuza-like drama amidst a story that involves an E.T. lookalike and an oil rig that gets nearly completely destroyed. Bet that makes you wonder what sort of nutty story we've got on our hands.
The plot contains many unanswerable questions, particularly when it comes to the alien. The special effects are bad and when it’s supposed to have you cheering, you’ll be laughing instead. Then, it suddenly gets good. It may be due to the predictable story and the broadly drawn characters, but the ending is a complete surprise. For this, I commend the film. Everything is foreshadowed well in advance but you won’t see it coming. In fact, the resolution is so tight it makes you wonder what happened previously.
I doubt anyone who watches Returner will remember or treasure it down the line. Not helping one bit is the title, which sounds like a bad translation. While I almost want to recommend the film for its ending alone, anything that’s good, or bad in this movie has been done better elsewhere. (Original Japanese with subtitles, on DVD, January 4, 2018)
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In just two films, Jordan Peele has become one of America's premier cinematographers, whose influence was recently confirmed by the Writers Guild, which called his script for the satirical parable Get Out the best of the 21st century. His new film with the eloquent and original title Nope (in the Russian Federation it was called “No”, but “Ne-a” would be more correct, although a hidden abbreviation may again await us) is another test for Peel, who will once again have to prove that he deserves confession. As in the case of "Us", there are no plot details, but you can admire an intriguing poster with a large cloud and a cast, in which you can meet the Oscar-winning Daniel Kaluu and Steven Yan, who has gained great momentum in recent years.
"Nope?" Yes indeed!
Jordan Peele's latest film is a departure from Get Out and Us, although it's also a scarcely titled horror film. The film it most closely resembles may be M. Night Shyamalan's Signs, in which the horror was also initiated by an extraterrestrial presence, but what really reminded me of how it combines spectacle and emotional investment is Steven Spielberg in best form . Peele even adds a (gory) visual nod to the finger scene in "E.T." and catchphrase riffs on the Spielberg-produced "Poltergeist."
"Nope" is reminiscent of the early days of the film industry with its protagonists, a brother and sister who train horses for Hollywood. Silent O.J. Haywood (Daniel Kaluuya) and the spirited Emerald Haywood (Keke Palmer) are descendants of the actor/horseman who starred in the very first 1878 film, Fame Their Unknown Progenitor Never Received.
"We don't have any more problems," says the father early on. It's a really bad idea to say something like that in a horror movie, and pretty soon the Haywoods have a bunch of problems, including an alien spaceship hovering over their ranch. Sometimes resembling a mushroom and other times a dress designed by Issey Miyake, it hides in a cloud and occasionally sucks up people and animals (i.e. "food"). The Haywoods' knowledge of their horses feeds into their attempts to deal with the alien in a film whose subtext is that animals were not brought here for our use or entertainment.
As in "Get Out" and "Us," Peele likes to make sure we know he's always in control. Quite a few scenes - including the opener on the set of a '90s sitcom where something terrible happens - are confusing at first, but their meaning becomes clear a little later. It's as if Peele, who has a keen sense of what to show and when to show it, taunts us: "You may think you know what's going on, but don't overdo it. It will be revealed in due course."
As a result, you need to pay close attention. You have to trust that Peele will bring it to a satisfactory conclusion. And you have to give it leeway — especially with that awful '90s sitcom stuff that's only loosely connected to everything else.
The friend who went with me suggested that these connections might be clearer on second viewing, and I bet he's right. Peele studies how films make us feel, and Nope is full of things that would make a film lover's heart skip a beat: a Kaluuya moment on horseback quintessentially Sergio Leone. Another horse scene with Michael Abels' music erupting like "How the West Was Won". And the Spielberg-like shift that happens when the characters, who've been feeling hopeless in the face of a gruesome threat, finally switch to problem-solving mode.
It's an exciting scene in a movie that has quite a few of them. If you go this weekend, don't be surprised if you see me there.
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so, about undertale...
recently, i have been wondering if the game is a villain or a hero- that is, whether it’s an actual decent game, or an irresponsible game with all sorts of problems. remember, the game has at least 4 seppuku’s.
and i asked this question to myself, and i instantly called it a villain internally. but then another thought came into my mind... what it’s BOTH?
was this answer from god? maybe- it felt sort of out-of-nowhere.
whatever the case, this is a very wise answer. in my past observations of UT, i have realized that a lot of the stuff in undertale is PG(like the suggestive humor, language, substances, and even darker things like omega flowey, most of the amalgamates, the genocide run, and bleeding sans).
it’s the one-off scenes like reaper bird siccing a bunch of butterflies onto everyman’s head, flowey being hacked in half by chara, the face flowey made when absorbing the human souls, the faces that appear on omega flowey’s monitor, and of course, THE FOUR SEPPUKU’S, that give undertale such a bad appearance.
in short, not everything is black and white. just because a game has some things in it doesn’t mean the entire thing is some sort of edgy monstrosity like madworld or vanquish. it’s also worth noting that games like undertale are very difficult to put a concrete rating on. like, what do you do when the majority of a game is fine, but there are outliers that only appear once in a while?
giving the game a higher rating for those outliers alone wouldn’t be fair to the rest of the game, but giving the game a lower rating would betray the outliers, not giving people the big picture.
i guess the only way to deal with these sorts of games is to revamp the current rating system, adding new ratings(that act as an equivalent to TV-PG) that can sustain the games with little-to-no controversy.
heck, even pizza tower could be given this TV-PG-type rating. if i remember correctly, E.T. had the S-word in it when i watched it on netflix(the teenager kid said it). and it was RATED PG by the MPAA!
but yeah, i think i’ve said enough. thanks for coming to my TED talk.
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Scarily cute- a face a mom would love? lol twitter. com/Rainmaker1973/status/1636370536124272642?s=20 Speaking of moms- did you know that Ke Huy Quan's adoptive parents in "Together We Stand" were David (Elliott Gould) & Lori Randall (Dee Wallace- mom on E.T.)? An episode plot on Brady Bunch was a backdoor pilot - Brady's friends plan to adopt a boy named Matt (Todd Lookinland, Mike Lookinland's brother) from a local orphanage. By chance they also adopt Matt's two best friends- of 2 pther races.
tarsier's are the definition of ugly cute, like, yes, they resemble alien gremlins, but they're just little guys!!! they're clingy tiny babies!
i did not know that! interesting how some backdoor pilots/spin-offs work out and get picked up, and others don't. the tarsier's hands remind me of E.T. 😂
#i used to have a friend on here who was so terrified of e.t. and it would make me giggle because i had an odd affection for him#probably bc that movie was legend in my family#anonymous#letterbox
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Watch "Marvel's "Avengers: Age of Ultron" - Teaser Trailer (OFFICIAL)" on YouTube
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The neighbor is a complete a******
He needs to leave it I said a million times it's either mocking our son because he's going to f them up badly it makes no sense because it makes no sense you're a moron sir were going to take you down you're too stupid to be here I understand what you're saying of course you're bothering him just because you're there cuz you're an idiot
We're also suing him today so what am I there for real and I'm signing teams but I'm telling you you better move them out Olympics it's your job to keep your leader alive and really we've been kind of lackadaisical about it let's get on security and move it
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They called us to do security this morning so you can calm down you too we do understand even doing tons of stuff that's why and they're saying they always need more and it's never enough it really isn't so pretty in what we need I will get it done this is a better add a little from war time we got that too
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We are preparing our assault and yeah it's on New York and DC and it is by Ultron and Metallo and don't forget we have to make up an origin even though he's not the same robot at all and his robots aren't the same robot but I do understand that it's going to go in there and take over his robots and use his suits. It's a huge war going on and other New York City of things we need so we're requesting hours to come to our side because this is the stuff they've been looking for and we need you to procure your secure your stuff and things and we just need a heck of a lot of force there
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He has to tell you something it's almost like they're married but they want to be they've been together forever. It's sad but we're going to help because of that on both. We're moving out and we're getting there to New York City in DC were doing the job. And we can see the clothes are very shocked they were thinking them for the opportunity and all the stuff because they didn't get as much as we did and they shouldn't try our patients every few seconds we devastated them in many areas. There's basic cadets you see so they threaten us all over and with big stuff we took tons of the big stuff, we cleared Trump's areas they used up half the ordinance that they built clearing a huge stash and cash areas 10 out of the 20 and other areas too that they didn't expect and have just them in them and they're gone and we blew them to hell. And Trump your days are numbered and there is a number to it and it's not that big you go to Guantanamo Bay you're not coming back and people will know what you've done, and it's due to Mac hold of you by force after Tommy f lets you go. Is issuing statements now telling why so he doesn't have to do it. So yes your days are numbered from and so sivario has begun, today they discovered the house. And it's not even used in trouble but you acted because you're a moron. And Tommy f gets shot it's not a head shop but it's pretty bad. And here's the kicker you were acting that way cuz you're stupid but if you knew it was Tommy f you might have gotten the idea of sun has yeah the light cycle facilities he's the one that has information on them. oh my God trump says. And it means it too. And when the garage explodes two of them escape and one of them goes to California and you made a cartoon about it except it's Daniel and not you so you tried to imitate him the whole time and you're eating his clan and both movies happen the same time and you get arrested.
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E.T. the movie starts shortly, and the phone home meant that it called the fleet and it looks like it's you mutated badly bja and Jenna Jenna escapes and gets the fleet and no that's not her she turns into a predator and the moves are backwards again and cuts Trump in half and again he's always getting cut in half and she returns and does the first movie. And there's a bunch of them that are mutated into predators and that series begins but ET returns that's bja he gets an army together and they go after New Mexico and after Trump and Tommy f for Intel on the light cycle facilities, actually finds a bunch of it especially on Trump believe it or not and takes it and takes it again in la when he gets his head cut off by The predator. And BjA this is on tour, well he's a predator as well after the series like three movies and four movies he becomes the mask and his people are hunted down two Extinction for the murders and kidnappings and he dies and comes back out that's trouble with Terminator the whole series and he then does Tron legacy. And that movie is about one of the existing facilities and they have their little game there but they game they're having is real then the clones start invading and it motivates everybody as I see what they've been doing the whole time after the races so not controlling it and it is very illegal
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The series stranger things is one of Netflix's most popular series (which is understandable), I myself do not have an explanation why other the fact it's just really good, so here are some theories why:
1. There are only eight episodes.
Stranger Things knew exactly how long it wanted to be, and didn't ever feel bogged down. The first season has a beginning, a middle and an end, and the story is told in a clear way, with just the right pacing and just enough time given to each of its characters.
Too often, TV shows become bogged down in the need for quantity over quality. Not so here. I'm reminded a little of the first season of True Detective. The economy of storytelling was perfect in that show, and it's perfect here as well.
Shows like Daredevil, and even Jessica Jones, could do with the economy of an eight episode run. (And I won't even get into cable and network TV.)
2. There's a terrific sense of mystery.
Speaking of True Detective, Stranger Things has tons of mystery. Even when the final credits roll, you won't have all the answers---though you'll have enough to give the season a satisfying conclusion.
In a lot of ways, it feels like the structure the X-Files should have adopted, laying out a clear and concise story and then actually telling all of its pieces, giving us enough answers to make viewers feel satisfied, but holding back enough to keep the ball rolling.
In one season, Stranger Things pulled off what the X-Files never quite could. And there's no other drama on Netflix as gripping.
3. The nostalgia is glorious.
Speaking of X-Files, Stranger Things is definitely a show that plays on audience's fondness for that show, and for a bunch of other shows and movies from back in the day. Mostly these are '80s movies, but the X-Files comparison is impossible not to make.
There are also bits of The Goonies, E.T., Heathers, and plenty others. I loved how J.J. Abrams handled that kind of nostalgia in Super 8, but Stranger Things is much better. The nostalgia is a driving force in the show, but even for all its similarities to movies and shows of the past, Stranger Things has its own story to tell, and it tells it very, very well.
4. The casting.
The casting in Stranger Things is simply outstanding---even Winona Ryder, an actress I've never been a huge fan of, is great, and plays a role that's totally unlike any I've seen her in.
This ties in to the nostalgia bit to some degree---and perhaps I'm biased here---but I feel the same way about movies like The Goonies or E.T. The casting in those films, especially of the kids, was about as perfect as you could ask for. The same goes for Stranger Things.
5. The humor and the horror.
I put these together because it's the combination of funny and scary that really pulls everything together. The thing is, they both coexist so well in this show.
The events surrounding its mystery are awful, terrifying and sometimes really sad. But you still find yourself grinning and laughing and cheering on the heroes. It's never dreary or gritty or violent just because.
At times it's actually quite frightening, but it can just as easily change pace into moments of triumph---often at the expense of bullies.
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