Video: How States Act: Fidget Toys

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Link: How States Act: Fidget Toys - YouTube

Date Posted: April 4th 2022

Something something Lucan never had a home or safe place ( at least one that lasted ) so if he falls in love with you you become that place. His home is wherever you are, literally. And that is also why he's so protective of loved ones, and so afraid of losing them. He doesn't want to go back to feeling unsafe.

Lo-Key? - Sweet on You

@al-hazen liked for a starter for Jing Yuan. || Status: Accepting

"My apologies for being poor company, I'm sure a man such as you is probably used to much more intelligent conversation than anything I can offer." He mused, moving a piece on the board. If he played his cards right he might be able to win this particular match. It was hardly a given considering his present company.

"Regardless, I hope I can satisfy whatever you might need to know to get by while you are a welcome guest aboard the Luofu."

things said with the number of your choice please! xD surprise us!

#30 THINGS YOU SAID UNDER THE STARS. FROM THINGS YOU SAID ⬩ Still accepting.

"I for many centuries have believed Time has been the greatest enemy of mine, as I longed for a death no mortal, no creature, no god would grant me. All became a twisted embodiment of my immortality, a mirror I did not wish to look into the eyes of. And so I have killed. All. I have killed them all. Exterminated. Massacred. Desperately seeking release in the pleasure of punishment. I wished watching the blood flow, bathing in it, would have filled the cold of this void within me. I wanted to punish you too, Earl. Oh to slice your neck has haunted many of my nights. But I know. I do know now. As I am no longer a creature of denial and delusion, my true enemy has always been myself. It never was you." The night is silent. Her piercing golden eyes watching through the wide open from-ceiling-to-floor windows as the lights inside are turned off, only the moon dancing in a clear sky decorated of stars. She steps outside, on the balcony of marble and stones, the curtains singing in the wind. The view on the city appears unexpectedly soothing for the Lamia, empty of these little ants of mortals in the streets, only the lights and the constellations. It reminds her of the calm of the forest. Her hand holding a glass of sirens blood, bringing it to her lips as her eyes remain stuck on the horizon, her free fingertips resting down the cold railing. "You and I never been apart, I cannot quite understand how nor why." There is a smile on her usual expresionless features, her head, kept high in her white suit. "I first believed it would be my curse to remain alone and I wholehearly embraced it, my fate in all its glory, as desastrous as it is. To be alone is the cowards peace, to never connect my existence to any other in order for it to be easier to suppress. I remember you by my side ever since my first massacre in this little village, the witches of the sea. I remember you by my side as I was dripping of madness and blood of the Moonlake Knights, euphoric of my first battles. I shall remember you by my side right now, in these modern times. Will you still be here, then, when I never die, as you keep my rotting soul within the palms of your gloved hands?" Her eyes look down, sligthly, the white of her silken hair caressed by the moonlight. "This sirens blood is getting to me. I can hear their voices in my head." She whispers in a scoff, a slow shake of the head. "I should go and lay down."

Palermo pizza is like the ny style pizza of Argentina. As in it sucks and doesn't have nearly enough cheese in it.

Music Review ; Cali Lili debut album “ this female is not yet rated “

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We caught only a snippet of this song during Ep. 1708 of Heartland during the very beginning of the gallery scene, but for some reason it grabbed my attention. The end credits were irritatingly no help, so I'm grateful for the AHA music/song finder extension that identified it with only a few short bars of music available. It's called Could Not Be Another One by:

Thomas Kenneth Varrall/Rupert Thomas Oldnall Morgan/Jonathan Joseph Hodari

Album: Cali Soul

Release Date: 2020-09-01

I’ve been thinking about Eddie’s family giving Buck various nicknames. Bc if you’re Latino you know that you’re usually given a nickname based off some random crap or a physical attribute (I’m never called by my government name at home unless I’m in trouble or it’s serious) and every time Buck comes around the nickname is different. The first nickname he gets is pretty run of the mill: güero, because well. He’s a white man. And Eddie rolls his eyes at it because his mom’s side is literally white but the tíos wave him off. The second nickname is ojitos because the little kids joke his blue eyes are too much to look at and the tias love them so when he’s asked to bring napkins from the kitchen it’s directed at him with “ojitos”, which Eddie teases him endlessly about. The third is pollo after he dropped a package of marinated chicken on the sidewalk and spent the next fifteen minutes chasing a family dog to get a drumstick away from her because he’s heard horror stories about dogs and chicken bones. That one sticks for a while because everyone thinks it’s funny that the big firefighter is nicknamed chicken. The fourth is from a tipsy tio that couldn’t stop laughing when he made the connection and settled on Los Bukis for Buck because, well, Los Bukis are his favorite band and Buck literally goes by a Buck and it sounds the same okay. And every time Eddie and Buck make heart eyes at each other he sings Tu Cárcel at the top of his lungs. The fifth nickname is a little mean but Buck can’t stop grinning at it because with familial meanness comes a sense of intimacy that means he’s part of the club. Mancha, referring to the birthmark above his eye. It’s from one of Eddie’s sisters, Adriana, who said it so casually she must have been calling Buck it in private since he started dating Eddie. At first Eddie was sibling level pissed at her but Buck took it in stride, not upset or hurt, just laughed off the idea of ppl calling him stain and changed his contact name in her phone to Manchas with a yellow heart emoji next to it. The only time they call Buck “Evan” is the day he gets to abuelitas house before Eddie, the entire family’s sitting and standing around the kitchen trying to steal fresh tortillas off the comal, and he asks if it would be okay if he proposed to Eddie. He knows he doesn’t need their permission, but Eddie’s California family means the world to him and if Buck can include them in on this milestone in their life he will. Everyone’s stunned into silence for a moment, the smell of burnt tortilla filling the kitchen, before Los Bukis tio slaps Buck on the Buck and says “Evan, we would love nothing more for you to become a Diaz” and ojitos tias squish his face saying “mí Evan” wistfully, and he gets a text from the group chat with Adriana and Sophia that they guess they should change his name to “Evan Buck Manchas Diaz” in their phone huh?

i love being the biggest red hot chili peppers hater in the room at any moment but the second anyone says anything bad about them especially a man it’s like woah you’re crossing a line here bud…

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BILLY   HARGROVE   HAS   NEVER   FELT   ANYTHING   LIKE   THIS.   the   overflowing   joy   and   connection   with   another   human   being.   nothing   like   this.   it’s   that   same   type   of   feeling   he   chases   when   no   one   is   looking,   sticking   things   up   his   nose   and   what   not.   but   this   comes   for   free,   completely   unprompted.   it’s   electric   and   feels   breathless   and   warm   all   over.   it’s   the   ocean,   getting   lost   in   it.   fresh   and   rejuvenating.   billy   hargrove   finds   himself   at   a   place   he   won’t   be   able   to   look   at   in   the   same   way.   behind   the   shade   of   some   greenery.   no   one   came   to   this   spot,   unless   you   were   horny   and   had   found   someone.   this   isn’t   that.   not   necesarilly.   billy   wouldn’t   treat   it   just   like   that.   still,   there’s   sand   underneath   his   back.   curls   hot,   against   steve’s   thigh.   summer   heat   hitting   in   a   different   kinda   way.   dangerous,   the   thrill   of   it   making   everything   much   sweeter.   everything   golden.   the   water   the   background   music   to   whatever   the   fuck   they   are   doing   right   now.   they’re   talking   because   that’s   a   thing   billy   does   now,   he   talks.   at   least   with   steve,   and   tells   him   stupid   stories   about   campfires   at   the   beach   and   van   drives   so   long   he   nearly   hurled   and   it   doesn’t   matter   what   the   fuck   he   is   saying   steve   seems   content,   seems   to   think   he’s   funny   or   something   and   he   laughs,   he   legitimately   laughs   and      it   fucking   drives   billy   insane.   like   he   wants   to   put   the   keys   turn   the   engine   on   and   drive   off   the   cliff.   they’re   sharing   a   coke   bottle   like   they’re   something   (sweethearts,   like   they   sweethearts   billy   wants   to   say   wants   to   think   but   he   isn’t   letting   himself   anywhere   close   to   that.)   and   like   he   is   thinking   about   this.  

he   is   thinking   about   the   fact   that   this   is   not   forever,   steve   is   leaving   at   some   point.   but   billy   cannot   give   a   flying   fuck,   because   the   sun   turns   everything   to   gold,   and   over   the   few   days   it   seems   like   there’s   now   streaks   of   the   sun   in   steve’s   hair,   like   cali’s   taking   him   in   and   cali   looks   so   damn   beautiful   on   steve   harrington.   he   feels   like   his   chest   wants   to   cave   in.   but   it   doesn’t   he   just   lays   there.   the   sun   hitting   him   and   warming   him   and   doing   nothing   to   the   butterflies   in   his   stomach,   his   hand   wipes   the   hairs   out   of   his   forehead.   and   he   giggles   like   he’s   a   girl,   and   like   steve   must   be   a   hit   with   the   girls   back   home,   because   if   he   wasn’t   billy   wouldn’t   be   swooning   right   now   about   it.   talk   about   a   guy.   plaguing   his   every   thought.   fucking   hell,   fucking   hell,   fucking   fuck.   and   like   he   gets   an   idea   and   billy   hargrove   should   stop   having   ideas,   he   should   stop   taking   steve   to   places   because   it   would   mean   associating   this   place   with   steve   and   holy   shit   if   that’s   not   putting   himself   on   a   tough   spot   he   wouldn’t   fucking   now.   he   licks   his   lips   and   opens   blue   eyes   to   look   up   from   the   spot   were   billy’s   head   is   at.   “-so   you   totally   suck   at   skating,   are   you   any   good   at   swimming,   harrington?”   it’s   a   moot   point.   billy   knows   a   swimmer’s   back   when   he   sees   one.   it’s   teasing,   billy   smirks,   like   he’s   won   something.   like   it’s   a   challenge.   everything   still   golden,   turning   rosey.  

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BFCD Reviews By Nesha || The Purge Franchise

Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to my experience with my Purge marathon this month, for October purposes. We could glide by the first one, since there is literally one Black woman in it and she’s there for like, a few minutes, or whatever. BUT. Since there were prominent Black female characters elsewhere in the franchise, I decided to just put all of my thoughts into one long post. (Only covered the movies 1-3, because that’s all I watched)

This essentially started whenever I saw this post that asked for POC thoughts on the representation in The Purge. I was already considering reviewing it, but that pretty much was like my little push. Then, I was in the comments or whatever, and just don’t think that I had the time at the moment to really state my thoughts in a comments section, particularly while I was only two movies in. Basically, long story short, if there is ever a story about POC, especially in stories where injustice is a major plot point - if there are characters of color, there need to be writers of color. If there are characters of color and no writers of color... Just know that them white people fucked it up. Sometimes it’s okay, because sometimes, they got a friend of color or something and have watched a few documentaries. Lol. Idk if this man who wrote this franchise know any Black people outside of work. 🤷🏾‍♀️

And the usual disclaimer, since we back OUTSIDE! You say you outside but you ain’t that outside. I’m outside of my fandoms in this department, and these things tend to bring the fandoms to me because I stepped foot in their things. Disclaimer for somebody who stumbled across this post because of the fandom tags - I am an independent partaker of this content, not “part of the fandom,” and my audience in particular is NOT for everybody. SO: If you may have been criticized in the past for casual racism, tone deafness to Black women’s concerns or accused of misogynoir or antiblackness, leave now. If you don’t like cussing, AAVE, general ratchetness and mean lesbian energy, you too might wanna go. A bitch can be eloquent, but I type like I talk, at times, so it is what it is and I don’t curate for kids, dudes, or nonblacks. That’s just what that is.

The Purge

I initially watched this movie whenever it first was out (more like whenever it was out of the theaters, so not at the very beginning of it’s existence, but pretty dang close). I watched it at my older sister’s house. I wasn’t interested in it. Whenever I heard the premise, I thought it sounded pretty dope, but then I saw Ethan Hawke, and so I was willing to pass. One thing I’ma do is pass on an Ethan Hawke movie without a second thought. So. I didn’t plan on watching it, but my sister put it on at her home one night and that’s her TV, so I wound up seeing the thing.

Wasn’t impressed with the movie, overall. It came out at a time where I was very invested and involved in Black activism and the movie read like someone who had read a few white liberal articles on politics and then made a lil’ movie about the horrors. It felt extremely tone deaf in some areas, and like the point it was trying to make was not being properly communicated. 

BUT THEN, I noted that many of the white people I knew personally felt very into it and I decided, “Oh, okay. It was meant for them. It was to communicate things that we already know to these people who have often always been able to live without having to know or think about these things. I’m including this interaction with someone in the fandom, on the post linked above, to clarify:

So. To me, this family read as conservative. They could be moderates. I definitely could see it. They put their flowers out to show that they support the purge, but then whenever it comes down to it, they don’t actually have it in them to support it in full. But. I feel like there are so many conservatives like this as well. 

I’m from Texas. Southeast Texas, to be exact. Right by the Gulf of Mexico, right by Louisiana. I have hella conservatives surrounding me who were “nice” people. They love their families, however that looked, and didn’t actually go out to klan rallies or anything, but they support law enforcement and make excuses for these “great institutions” in our nation, and in Texas. Now... They wouldn’t be likely to actually shoot me down dead without a second thought like the police would, but they would support the police force, despite them doing such things. This is how the main family reads, to me. 

The writer though? Felt like someone on the other side. The ones who will gladly raise awareness to help the less fortunate, but if they had to do even a step more than that, they would not have the energy. The story read like a person - who puts BLM in their profile, but doesn’t really even know any Black people, much less help them - telling a story about how maybe, under the right (or very wrong) circumstances, their white counterparts could see the light about humanity. 

I was glad to see that brotha survive, but beyond that, this was not a movie for me or mine. It isn’t a movie that outside of this marathon I will watch again either. Now, the second one, to me, was more empathetic.  It was like if the writer heard feedback and decided to clarify and expound on what message the story was giving, and opened up a doorway to a broader audience.

The Purge: Anarchy

We followed characters around who knew what was up and were just trying to do their best. Instead of following people who were part of the problem like we did in the first movie, we followed people who were more likely to be affected by those in power who were the problem. They even went so far as to cast leads who are biracial Black women as part of the ensemble that we take this journey with. 

Yes, like the first one, they’re still shown as targets of the problem, but they also are shown as survivors too, and while there is still an undertone of white saviorism, as there also was in the first movie, it isn’t a cut and dry white savior story. It is a group of people who need help through an impossible life in an unfair world, and how each of them does their best, not only to live, but to look out for their loved ones, and eventually each other. It is really the type of story that I would have wanted from a world like this, and I would have wanted evidence that there were people who could somehow make the best of it all. 

Nobody don’t do that like Black people. One of our main identifiers is how we make lemonade out of lemons, so there was good visuals in who they selected to follow through this story and I thought the end was BEAUTIFUL. To see the brotha done not only survived last time, but he done started working to give power to the powerless? Loved that for him. Loved that Our Good Sis nem made sure to have the man’s back who had theirs in the beginning. It was a well told story for such a horrifying state of things.

The Purge: Election Year

I don’t know what happened here...

This movie was not good. At the end of the day, I think that they needed Black people, preferably ones who know about community work, politics, and such to assist them in trying to write these characters.

They gave you more POC in this story... They gave you more access to the ones standing up to the corrupt power system. But, then they sort of sullied it with this idea that to rise up is to be as bad as those who LITERALLY use their power to eradicate you and have the means and malice to do it. 

White liberal knucka strikes again with a heavy hand in false equivalencies of an organization that had to be created in order to help and protect the most vulnerable people in these disgusting times with actual white supremacists. The white supremacists were a seen, real, force trying to eliminate the one person who wanted to make changes, from a place of power.

Enter the White Savior Trope that they were flirting with last movie, and amplify that bitch. This movie was so damn annoying with the thought of this white woman being the only hope that the people had, when the brotha had been tearing through the Purge purists’ shit for years. (He finally got him a name this movie too). But, my point is. There is no better way for you to get me to roll my eyes and smack my teeth than to try to paint some white as the only hope, and in THIS particular story, it’s especially heinous, because there was already some hope in the niggas evening the field a little bit by exterminating some of the high profile people and hitting their fancy events.

What this movie did was that, and even worse, they shoved down my THROAT that these negros with guns were just as bad, and somebody in there had the audacity to have the main negro say at one point, “Now, I love Black people, but I’m not letting you shoot these good white folks. These our white folks” while those people were in the process of trying to thwart an operation that could eliminate one of the worst of the purge pushers who had ALREADY tried to kill them PERSONALLY! WHY??? WHO BUT SOME HONKEY OR SOME COON WOULD WRITE THAT AND BE SERIOUS??????????? 

HUGE. STEP. DOWN. From the trust that they built with me as a Black viewer in the previous movie. I thought perhaps that there might be another increase in awareness and quality, like there was between the first and second movies. There was not. Not for my Black ass. I didn’t even watch it in one sitting, and was ready to end my trek through the franchise. I was that irritated by the complete and utter audacity, in a universe like this, in a situation like this for THAT. What SHOULD have happened, if it wasn’t some white nonsense, was everybody shoulda told that white lady what the brotha was tryna tell her and get the white people to sit down and shut up and get out the way, because come 7:00, THEY were gonna fucking be safe again! EVEN IF this white bitch is the only fucking hope in this universe, what she was gon’ do? Wave a wand and make it so? 

These people were supposed to just wait for you to have the right pieces in order to possibly help them, when they KNOW FOR SURE, one of they problems can end, right now today, by blowing this dude brains out? GOOFY. This is goofy. This was the height of too white for me to personally enjoy. Especially because people who tend to say shit like, “Then, you’re no better than them” usually haven’t gone through nothing. This hoe went through the purge. Shit killed her whole family. She was almost assassinated TONIGHT, multiple times, and the minute. THE VERY MINUTE she realized that these people who HELPED HER were going after her opponent, her main focus was how SHE couldn’t win like that. BITCH, THIS IS THESE PEOPLE’S LIVES. FUCK YOUR WIN.

AND, WHO THE FUCK PUT THIS LADY IN CHARGE??? They already have an entire operation that they had to do with not one spec of help from the great white hope, and they have been doing there best and helping people. They have been about it, while she has spoken about it. And then suddenly, folk all gather to crowd and protect her and why is everybody in this movie priority to protect her? This is not my ministry. Hated it, for all of that. Some other POC might have liked it, oh no baby, not my Black ass. I was cussing all they asses out through them shenanigans. Fuckin’ up the church’s money.

“This is no longer an assassination. It’s a rescue mission.” IT COULD BE BOTH! UGH. HATE THIS GODDAMN BULLSHIT. “We can’t be like them.” YOUR LIFE LITERALLY IS NOT GOING TO BE SHIT TOMORROW, LADY, FUCK YOU! And she’s like... getting in his way as they’re tryna move out, talking through him through the door when he has this decision to make. Quite frankly, I think she’s a piece of shit specifically for getting in the way of this group killing that man. She’s just the “lesser of two evils,” who STILL does not have these people’s best interests at heart, and it is not clear if the writer knew this or actually believed in her policies. Judging from the way this story has always read as white liberal bullshit, I think it’s a writer issue, and not that her character is this way on purpose.

AND THEY KILL MY NIGGA! They gave us the optics of the main Black character getting gunned down by Nazis. And the one white hero whose entire mission this movie is to save the white woman is the one we get to see defeat the main Nazi. Who, as I said, had just killed the longest running Black character in the franchise, who only even got a name THIS movie, even though it’s his third appearance in the franchise. The other main negro jump in front of the white woman to give us the Sacrificial Negro Trope that I had a sneaky suspicion would occur in this movie. I just didn’t know which one they was gon’ do it too. But I knew. I felt it in my spirit that this was the type of writer who would employ that representation. Girl, fuck this movie. No lol. 

The first hour and a quarter are tolerable, then it just shits itself. I actually went to try to see if there was some shuckin’ & jivin’ ass nigga behind the scenes that for whatever made them think this was okay, but nope - white people were responsible, and it SHOWS. Powered through the last half hour on principle. Don’t know if I wanna continue. There are so many horrific things that I can watch that I will probably love out there.

Not only was this the worst movie in the franchise, but this is one of the worst movies that I have seen recently. I’d advise the Black people with interests similar to mine not to waste your time. I would punch this man in his face for writing this movie, if I could. Whew. Well, niggas and friends... idk if Auntie Nesha will be finishing this franchise, but even if I do, at MOST, I’d do a “Nesha Watches” and liveblog it. This shit got my equilibrium fucked up. 

07/19/22: Dodgers & their families walking the ASG red carpet.