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voidlessmaze · 1 year
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someone telling me the character i love is a murderer:
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seriesxwriting · 8 months
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Soulmates
W Klaus Mikaelson <3
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Warnings- swearing, flighting, kissing.
Series- the vampire diaries/ the originals
Summary- After being prisoner to mikael for a century your finally free and can find your soulmate again… once you’ve sorted out a few issues about why you left in the first place. Presuming the Mikealson’s don’t kill you first.
Recreating a post I deleted from when I first started writing<3
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I’d just arrived in New Orleans. It had been a long ass time since I’d been here. It had been a century. I was here for only one reason. Id been dwelling on if it was a good idea or not for a while. It wasn’t, I’d probably lose my head as soon as I got into town. But I grew some balls and followed my heart. And that lead me to New Orleans.
I stepped off the train and just looked around for a second breathing in a deep breath of New Orleans air. I remember how this place looked since I was last here. It hadn’t changed much apart from the vending machines and new benches made of metal now.
Working up the courage, I left the train station and went into the square which wasn’t a long walk. It was kind of refreshing. Being back was scary almost but it was home, I knew I was risking a lot coming here but I had to. For myself, for him. I walked down to my favourite bar, I needed to be a little intoxicated before I faced him. Rousseau’s.
There it stood, proudly if anything. I’d missed this place. That feeling was very short lived as a hand tightened around my throat dragging me into an alley next to the bar. I struggled against them but could only use vampirism after I was out of sight from the humans. I elbowed the man but he managed to push me against the wall.
I looked up to see who it was and the colour left my face. “So it really is you” he scoffed shaking his head. “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t removed your head and give it to him in a box?”. Elijah Mikaelson. Always a pleasure. “Get off me!” I hissed as the tears started forming in my eyes. He had never been hostile to me before. I’d only seen it when he was fighting his families enemies. Now I was an enemy of the Mikaelsons.
He threw me against the wall again after letting go of my neck. “I came to explain not fight” I scoffed rubbing my neck from the throbbing pain. “You shouldn’t have come here if you didn’t expect a fight” he mocked shaking his head. “I assumed it would be on the table” “why are you here? After what you did?” Elijah asked squinting his eyes at me.
“I didn’t do anything!” I hissed trying to contain my tears. “Will you hear me out or not?”. Elijah looked like he was debating it. “Fine I will hear you out but I can’t promise I won’t pull your heart out mid conversation” “I’m not a fool Elijah- I know you don’t trust me I know you don’t want to see me- he won’t want to either but I owe it to myself to explain what happened” I told him pushing off the wall now.
“Let’s have a drink shall we, be civil about this?”. He looked like he was holding back a laugh but he nodded his head once and then followed me into the bar. We took one of the back booths so we could talk without being heard or seen. “You look different” he told me sitting across from me. “You look worn out, skinnier” “where do you want me to start?” I asked swallowing, feeling even more intimidated now it was really happening.
“Start from the fire” he told me bluntly keeping his eyes on me. “1919, we were in the Oprah house” I began thinking back to that terrible night. “Klaus had gone to get our seats while I went to the bathroom, when I exited I saw a face that still horrifies me to this day” “mikael” Elijah exhaled as he began to realised there was much more to the story. “I ran to get away from him but he caught me quickly over powering me”.
“He told me all these things- everything he was planning on doing to klaus, I struggled but he was too strong” I shook my head as the tears started forming again. “He compelled me- to leave with him- compelled me to say what I said to Klaus- I told him I was done I was leaving and that i couldn’t stand the sight of him- those words rang in my head for years” I sniffed as the first tear fell down. “After that mikael snapped my neck and left me in the trunk of some car” I explained.
“He did what he did in New Orleans- and kept me prisoner for years on end, he thought he could use me to help find Klaus as I knew him so well- I refused and that’s when his violence appeared”. Elijah looked horrified. That was the only word to describe his face. He reached over to my hand and nodded sympathetically. “You can compel me if you don’t believe me” I made very clear.
Elijah shook his head vigorously “I believe you’ve had enough compelling to last you for a lifetime” he told me rubbing my hand gently. “I believe you y/n” “thank you Elijah, truly” i gasp nodding my head agreeing I’d had enough. “I’ve heard enough about mikael- how’d you escape”.
“He didn’t come back to where he left me for a while- I had the chance to escape with him gone, but I don’t know where he is- he must be looking for me” I shook my head not wanting to think about it. “He’s not” Elijah squeezed my hand as he plunged in abruptly. “He’s dead y/n, Klaus killed him”. I sat back in the chair as my eye brows knitted together.
A weight off my shoulder literally lifted off me and I felt as if i could breath again. The tears leaked out my eyes without permission as I laughed from happiness. Elijah moved round to my side and embraced me. It was nice having him back, he was always so caring towards me. I’d truly missed him. “It’s over y/n- you done it, your home- and I am so! So sorry that my father put you through that, that he turned us against you”.
“You weren’t to know” I shook my head not wanting an apology from him. “What happened? When I left- Klaus- what happened?” “He um…” Elijah started before his eyes drifted to the table. “He hasn’t been okay since” Elijah shook his head vigorously. He must have been thinking of the events because I practically saw them flashing in his eyes.
“I didn’t think he ever would be again” he smiled before looking at me. “But you both will- I assume that’s why your here” “I’m here to explain- I understand it’s been a long time- I don’t expect him to feel the same way about me now” “do you want to see him? I’ll take you to him- help you smooth things over” “yes please” I nodded feeling my heart patting against my chest. “I’d like that very much”.
“Let’s go” Elijah nodded with a smile getting up from the table. I was afraid to face Klaus. I knew what his temper was like, once upon a time I was the only one who could control it. Though I didn’t think now would be one of those times. Elijah walked me over to the house. I stopped at the threshold taking a deep breath. “It’s going to be fine” he whispered comforting me. But that was when I heard his voice.
“Brother! Bout time you were back we have business to discuss” klaus called out as we walked into the house. His back was turned to us and he was pouring two bourbons. “Yes brother, we do indeed” Elijah told him forwardly. “We have much to discuss”. With that Klaus turned around. His smirk dropped off his face as he locked eyes with me. How the hell do I feel right now? I didn’t know myself.
He clearly didn’t. It took a few seconds but his face hardened just as I remembered, just as I’d imagined it to do. “You were foolish to step into this house” he told me seriously. “Thank you for delivering her to me brother but I have no intention of looking at her for more than two seconds, your welcome to let her out” klaus crushed a glass in his hand. The glass scattered everywhere.
“I thought- you’d want me dead for sure” I told him in a wavy voice. “I want you dead believe me, I just don’t want to watch it” he frowned as his jaw locked together watching his cuts heal up. “Brother, I haven’t delivered y/n to you to inflict any sort of harm” Elijah stated making Klaus look at him with the hard look now. “Explain yourself now Elijah” his hand flew out and I saw his eyes getting watery. “You should sit down and let y/n explain herself” he nodded taking a step forward.
I guess he knew Klaus was about to attack him as that’s exactly what happened. Klaus vamp ran towards him knocking Elijah off his feet. Klaus turned to me, his eyes orange now. That was new. “Get out, before I change my mind” he told me without a wave of anything but anger. “Klaus please- that night didn’t go down how you think it went down” I told him with tears in my own eyes now.
“Don’t think you can lie your way out of this one” he scoffed, the veins seemed to run further down his eyes onto his cheeks as his teeth came out. He had another set now, that was new too. “Klaus, she’s not lying- she was compelled” Elijah explained as he stood back up fixing his suit. “Oh really and by who exac-.” Klaus trailed off as a moment of realisation hit him. “No” he shook his head as his eyes went back to normal and he took a step back.
He looked me up and down before shaking his head and walking off toward the bourbon again with his hand pointing out. “I will not hear these lies!” “I’m not lying- I’ve never lied to you” I told him confidently, it was working he was realising. “If so, why didn’t you come back? Why didn’t you look for me?” Klaus asked me with a frown. “Because you had no interest in it!”.
“I came as soon as I escaped from mikael- well- a week after- I was debating whether i should come or not, I wasn’t sure if you’d hear me out”. Klaus’s face dropped. “What do you mean… escaped from Mikel” he asked me walking slowly towards me. “He- he kept me prisoner, he wanted my help to find you” “he- no I would have known- I- no” klaus shook his head but I knew he was just in denial about it now.
I slid my hand up to his face. “Klaus, I never would have left you” I told him when his eyes landed on me. “You don’t have to believe me- I didn’t come and see you to make things go back to how they were I just- i couldn’t live with you thinking I hated you” I told him softly holding eye contact with me. I slowly took my hand away but he caught it holding it bringing it back up.
“He- hurt you?” “It’s over now Klaus I’m free” I shook my head not wanting to give any details. “He hurt you?” Klaus asked me again in a much more authoritative tone. I nodded losing eye contact with him drifting to the floor. Klaus moved forward wrapping his arms around me tighter than I’d ever felt a hug. He didn’t want to let go and I was okay with that.
“You two- you should talk, clear everything up” Elijah told us with a smile on his face. “It’s good to see you again y/n” he nodded before wondering out of the door. “Elijah!” I called out before he got too far. He turned innocently looking at me under his brothers arm. “Thank you- seriously thank you” I nodded with sad eyes. “Who am I to keep soulmates apart” he chuckled as he walked off backwards.
Klaus didn’t say anything more to me just led me to the sofa and looked at me. He scanned me for a minute or two. “Klaus- it’s me” “I know” he nodded still looking at me. “I’m savouring it” he answered a few seconds after. He was holding my hand and hadn’t let go since we sat down. “What do you want to know?” “Nothing gorgeous- I believe you, Mikael is a bastard always has been, I presume Elijah told you he’s dead”.
I nodded frantically. “I’m free” I smiled again as it really sank in the the nightmare was over. A hundred years later. “I’m tempted to bring him back so I can kill him again for the years he kept us apart”. “I’m glad you came- I’m glad you chose to come” he told me fiddling with my fingers. “So am I- I don’t- expect anything from you Klaus not for you to take me in, take me back, nothing, I have peace knowing you know the truth”.
“Y/n, You are the queen of New Orleans and you are never leaving my side again” klaus told me putting his hand on my cheek. “Does that mea- mean you’ll have me back?” “Your my always and forever” he chuckled kissing my hand softly. “I should have knew something was off- I should have looked for you” he tutted, I spotted a tear falling down his face. “No don’t do that” I warned him.
“Don’t not make this your fault- you were hurt and you had every right to be” “y/n I know you better than anyone- I should have known something was wrong” he clutched my hand to his chest. “Can we- stop talking about it please- we can tomorrow just…” “…it’s done- I just want to make up for lost time, my love” he brushed my cheek with my thumb.
“Then there’s no better way” I smiled as I moved my head towards his attaching his lips to mine. Klaus didn’t hesitate for a semi second. He was right there with me, we’re truly were soulmates. We moved like we were made for each other because we were. “Now, nothing can take you away from me” he whispered holding me close.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that” I smiled putting my head in between his shoulders and neck. Klaus kissed my head gently. Heaven.
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ericdeggans · 14 days
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Why hoping Lily Gladstone won an Oscar does not equal valuing race over talent.
Social media is never a great place to have discussions about race and culture. The real issues at hand are way too nuanced and detailed for outrage factories like X/Twitter and Instagram to handle.
Still, I was disappointed to see so many people – perhaps willfully – missing the point online when discussion rose after the Oscars about Lily Gladstone failing to win best actress honors.
No doubt, a win for Gladstone – who would have been the first Native American woman to earn a major acting Oscar – also would have felt like a serious triumph for champions touting the power of diversity in film.
Feeling the love big time today, especially from Indian Country. Kittō”kuniikaakomimmō”po’waw - seriously, I love you all ❤️ (Better believe when I was leaving the Dolby Theater and walked passed the big Oscar statue I gave that golden booty a little Coup tap - Count: one 😉)
— Lily Gladstone (@lily_gladstone) March 12, 2024
Those of us who clock these things regularly knew that Emma Stone’s turn in Poor Things was most likely to spoil that scenario. Stone offered a showy-yet-accomplished performance as a singular character in an ambitious, creatively weird production. A much-loved past winner delivering a career-best effort, she was just the kind of nominee that Oscar loves to reward. And, as Vulture pointed out, modern Oscar voters seem to enjoy turning against expectations in big moments like this.
But when I expressed those feelings online – that Stone was marvelous and more than earned the award, but the Oscar academy really missed a chance to make history by overlooking Gladstone’s more subtle, quietly powerful turn in a better movie – the knives came out.
The gist of most negative reactions was the implication that I and others lamenting her loss were insisting that ethnicity should trump talent. As if the only or most important reason that an indigenous woman could be nominated for such a lofty award, is by people trying to bring social justice to the Oscars. (I guess Gladstone’s wins as best actress at the Golden Globes and Screen Actors Guild awards, among others, were also nods to diversity?)
As if it couldn’t be possible that perhaps -- just perhaps -- some racial cultural preferences were mixed up in Oscar voters’ attraction to the story of a beautiful, young white woman who has loads of sex while learning to define herself in a male dominated world.
What really disappointed me, however, was reading an analysis which reached all the way back to the 2017 Oscars to imply that one reason Barry Jenkins’ masterpiece Moonlight won best picture honors over La La Land was the pressure to bring social justice to the Oscars.
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Talk about missing the point by a mile. What I’m driving at, when I advocate for contenders like Gladstone, Barry Jenkins and Jeffrey Wright, isn’t a finger on the scale to make up for past exclusion.
It’s a plea for Oscar voters to see these performances the way I and so many other people actually see them.
I still remember watching last year’s version of The Color Purple in a screening alongside lots of folks from Black fraternity and sorority organizations. And when the moment arrived where Danielle Brooks’ character intoned about her husband, “I loves Harpo — God knows I do — but I’ll kill him dead before I let him or anybody beat me,” it felt like the whole theater said those words with her. That’s how iconic those lines -- first spoken on film by Oprah Winfrey in the 1985 production – have become for Black America.
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That same feeling came after I first saw Cord Jefferson’s brilliant American Fiction, centered on a frustrated, floundering Black writer who creates a stereotypical parody of a Black novel as a dark joke, only to see it become a best seller. I felt as if Jefferson had pulled the same bait-and-switch with his movie that his lead character managed onscreen – using the outrageous premise to draw us all into a more subtle and deliberately powerful story of a Black man struggling to connect with his family after huge losses.
I needed three attempts to get through watching all of Gladstone’s work in Killers of the Flower Moon. Not because the movie was so long I had to “get my mail forwarded to the theater,” like Oscars host Jimmy Kimmel joked. But because it was so hard for me to watch a film centered on the historic exploitation and murder of Native American people by white men.
It sounds like a simple idea, but it’s worth repeating: evocative moments in films will speak differently to different people.
Sometimes, when I’m pushing for a win in an awards category, or championing a particular project, it’s not because I’m putting a finger on the scale for the sake of equality. It’s because I’m more invested in that story than some others because of who I am. And I’m challenging some people, who might not see their cultural preferences as preferences, to consider exactly why they love one thing over another.
In many ways, it is sad to see great artists pitted against each other in these contests. Comparing the delightful, dangerous absurdity of Poor Things to the gritty, punishing tone in Killers of the Flower Moon feels like a fool’s errand, anyway.
But with so much that comes from an Oscar win – including proof that inclusion brings success, accolades and a great argument for more equity – it is important to understand why some people value some performances.
And part of living in a diverse society means valuing the wide range of opinions and reactions, not shrugging off those that don’t fit your worldview.
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celticcrossanon · 16 days
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Anon: The AP is an American newspaper that withdrew Catherine’s photo due to evidence of photoshop.
Celta, this is incorrect information. The AP (Associated Press) is not an “American newspaper.” It’s a non-profit associated news agency est. over 150 yrs ago in the US, but now international in reach and coverage. In other words, it’s a news clearing house, so to speak, where news reporting (incl photos) by thousands of reporters/outlets all over the world is submitted and then distributed to various newspapers, TV networks, and online media.
The AP routinely requires news photos to pass high standards of “tech truth” (ie, no more than minor photoshopping, or none). This is a good thing. This went off the rails with Catherine’s photo because 1) it was NOT a news photo, per se, but a personal pic posted on a non-news IG acct (KP’s) and therefore should not have been subjected to this level of scrutiny, but 2) given the context of C’s recovery, it became news, and 3) the level of actual photoshopping (called the “mirage %”) was very low - in the teens.
Compare this, for example, with the level of photoshop manipulation found in the official group photo released by the Sussexes of Archie’s christening…the “mirage %” is a whopping 43%! So, H&M, prepare to have ALL of your pics analyzed and exposed as well (H’s “hair,” M’s “smooth” complexion, moonbumps, A/L’s “ginger” hair and “blue blue blue” eyes, etc). In particular, I can’t wait for the public analysis of your “QEII and PP meet infant Archie” photo lol! Be aware, too, that Sussex pics have been “killed,” as well, in the past by the AP (eg, the 2019 Sussex Christmas photo w A). I’d love to see a photoshop analysis of their family-of-four Christmas photo (w infant L being held up in the air by M).
IMHO, I do think that MM herself, or a Sussex surrogate, contacted someone at the AP to initiate the scrutiny of C’s pic. We already know she’s done this in the past (a/g Piers Morgan) by directly contacting the head of ITV when PM doubted her Oprah lies. Ultimately, PM was exonerated, though, and MM’s lies exposed. The same will happen here. 
Also, kudos to Lady Kinnaroch (sp?) for her intriguing tarot reading/theory that C deliberately masterminded this scrutiny of her innocent photo in order to catalyze equal scrutiny of MM’s pics. Catherine, the Queen of 3-D chess! I like this theory a lot! Let’s start turning over the slimy Sussex rocks and exposing them to the cleansing sunlight of Truth. If we’re lucky, it’ll set off a chain reaction leading to the exposure of their surrogacy/LoS scam.
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Hi Nonny,
Thank you for the correct information about Associated Press.
I wish they would analyse all of the Harkle’s previous news photos - you know, the ones they put out while they were royals - and see if they reach those high standards. Personally I think AP came down hard just because the picture was put out by The Prince and Princess of Wales, but I could be wrong.
I also think this was instigated by Meghan, especially given the PR she has put out about how she would never do such a thing etc.
Is there any way the public can demand AP scrutinise a certain photograph?
I will tag Lady Kinrannoch so she sees your message to her: @ladykinrannoch
I would love to see the Harkles exposed for the fakes and hypocrites that they are. 
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kinsey3furry300 · 11 months
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My (very late) take on Ricky “Jupe” Park from Nope.
So, when I was a small child, my sister and I were taken to a local museum by my father and it was a wholesome and fun day out for all the family EXEPT FOR THE BADLY TAXIDERMIED WHALE SHARK HANGING FROM THE CEALLING MY GOD WHAT WAS THAT THING?! It was huge, it looked and smelt terrible, the room was poorly lit and crowded and decorated to look like the bottom of the sea and you had this thing with it’s huge open maw hanging right over you all the time. I distinctly remember that I couldn’t look. I could not look. Between the, the ocean episode of walking with dinosaurs, the underwater segment of myst, and fucking books like this that were everywhere in the 90’s!
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Fuck you Nigel Marven and Jasper James, Fuck you.
…both me and my sister developed a lifelong fear of being eaten alive by giant, aquatic-type monsters. And because it was advertised and a film about a brother and sister fighting off little green men, and not advertised as a film where 40 people get fucking vored by a flying Portuguese man of war, me and my sister saw Nope together in the cinema and ohhh boy 1, did I catch shit from her about it, to this day, and 2, while I love that film, it scared the shit out of me. It scared me so badly I tried not to think about it until I plucked up the courage to re-watch it this weekend.  So I’m a little late to the party, but speaking on behalf of people terrified of being gobbled up by ever-present sky-sharks (you know they’re there prove me wrong!), I’d like to talk about Jupe.
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How was this not a best Supporting Actor win? Give him all the awards!
I’ve seen a surprising amount of commentary say that he’s an idiot for endangering and getting all those people killed, and that he deserves his fate, and while there is a little element of truth to the first part, I can’t fathom the second. One, no, no one deserves that and two… Do, do you guys know how story strucure works? Jupe is a foil for OJ. His life and arc mirrors OJ to a surprising degree: they’re both people of colour working in a white-dominated Hollywood system who have been held back by, or are stereotyped because of, their race. They both witness “a bad Miracle” that’s starts with a strange popping/crunching noise (the balloon for Jupe, Jean Jacket regurgitating indigestible items above them for OJ), that results in death, where a seemingly imposable thing happens (a coin falls from an empty sky, a shoe balances perfectly on one end) and where they are spared death because they don’t look the danger in the eye (Jupe has the table cloth between him and the chimp, OJ looks around whereas Ottis senior looks up and so is hit in his unprotected eye), and are traumatized. Both deal with the trauma badly, and surround themselves with constant reminders of it (Jupe’s Gordy shrine, OJ’s horses and ranch. I mean he keeps the fucking coin!). Both try to commodify and sell their trauma for fame and fortune (the paid tours of the Gordy shrine, getting that “Oprah shot”). Both also want to use Jean Jacket to reclaim the heritage that the film and TV industry has taken from them (OJ wants to save the ranch and memorialize his family’s role in the invention of film, Jupe wants to be remembered for the Starlight Lasso and not just as that Asian kid who survived a chimp attack, for taming the beast, not just surviving it). Both unwittingly train JJ to attack humans (Jupe by teaching it to associate people and music with food, OJ by putting it off horsemeat by feeding it a decoy). Both are a bit greedy, and kind of disrespectful to the dead, and nether Get Out (couldn’t resist sorry) when they should. Both put their family, friends and strangers in danger to get their payday, and both get at least one person killed doing it.
So why does the film kill Jupe and his family in such a hilariously awful way, but spare OJ and Em (and Angel: we love you Angel)? What’s Jupes fatal flaw, that greek tragic hubris that dooms him and that separates him from OJ? Why is he the one who gets vored by an angry stetson? Is it a eat the rich narrative? A critique of the idea of Asian Americans as the “Ideal minority?”. Is it killing off the comic relif, or just done for shock value? No, I don’t think Jordan Peele would be that heavy handed or un-imaginative. I think it’s something far more clever.
It’s this: from an early age, Jupe was trained to perform, whereas OJ was trained to handle performing horses. OJ thinks about how to safely provide the spectacle, whereas Jupe was trained to be the spectacle. OJ communicates with Angel in clicks and gestures without realising: OJ’s internalised how to talk to horses, how to use body-language. But Jupe...His plan, upon finding out that there’s a UAP flying around his home is to build and stage and make it into a rodeo attraction. That’s not a sane person’s reaction, that’s how Homer Simpson would try and Monetize first contact with alien life. That’s how Peter Griffin or BoJack Horseman would treat ET…. That how a 90’s sitcom character, who never got over that one role, would treat the situation.
Every time a name is mentioned in the chapter titles of Nope, the living being it refers to dies… except the title card “Lucky.” The horse (so long as the final shot is real and not Em hallucinating) lives. It (and OJ) makes it out. But then again….
Jupe probably thought of himself as Lucky, after the Gordy incident. He was probably told time and time again that he was Lucky, until he internalized it. He learnt the wrong lessons from the experience, he learnt that he not only needed to perform, but that he was special. “You’re’ chosen.” He learnt that he needed to perform, to be a spectacle, to survive a horrible industry that swallows people whole and chews them up and spits them out and occasionally has animal control shoot its stars dead if they go of script. He was conditioned, and trained, from an early age to treat everything that ever happened to him as part of a performance, until he can only talk about his own trauma in terms of how good the SNL take on it was.
And like every other trained living being taken from their natural habitat and forced out on stage as spectacle in this film, his training fails him at the worst possible time.
He’s “Lucky”, and he’s tragic, and he’s just another victim of spectacle, and that’s the scariest part of the film. ...Other than the FUCKING MURDER PANCAKE IN THE SKY OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!?
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jourdepluie91 · 2 months
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The Nicki Minaj and Megan Thee Stallion feud, explained
By Olivia McCormack and Herb Scribner
Megan Thee Stallion released her biting song “Hiss” on Friday — a punchy diss track that takes aim at the haters and critics she’s encountered throughout her career.
“Hiss” has climbed high up on streaming charts since Friday, Jan. 26, with more than 5 million plays on Spotify, made waves throughout the rap community and ignited a social media firestorm with fans of Minaj, who claim Megan directly insulted her on the track.
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Though no names were mentioned in this song, a number of “Hiss” lyrics appear to reference Minaj, too. One line, fans say, seems pointed at Minaj’s family: “These h--s don’t be mad at Megan, these h--s mad at Megan’s Law.”
“Megan’s Law” could be a reference to a federal law that requires police to share information with the public about convicted and registered sex offenders. It was named after Megan Kanka, a 7-year-old who was raped and killed in 1994 by their neighbor, a convicted child molester. In the wake of Megan Kanka’s death, her family campaigned for a law that would require police to tell communities about sex offenders, noting that they would not have let their daughter cross the street if they had known about their neighbor’s past.
It appears Minaj, and many on social media, believed the diss to be directed at Minaj’s husband Kenneth Petty — a registered sex offender who served four years in prison after he was convicted of attempted rape in 1995 and was put on probation in 2022 for failing to register as a sex offender in California.
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Another line — “I can never be judged by a b---- that was dancin’, makin’ R. Kelly go viral” — might be a reference to Minaj, too, since she released a song in 2018 called “Up in Flames,” where she cheekily mentioned R. Kelly with the line, “Even R. Kelly couldn’t touch the kid.”
Representatives for Megan Thee Stallion did not respond to a request for comment about the lyrics and if she was directly referencing Minaj and Petty.
Nicki Minaj responds with ‘Big Foot’ diss songs
With the internet swirling with theories about Megan’s lyrics, Minaj took to X (formerly Twitter) to voice her displeasure with the song and announce her follow-up “Big Foot,” which she released on Monday.
The title appeared to be a reference to Megan’s 5-foot-10 height and the fact that she was shot in the foot by Lanez.
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In the song (which was released with an a cappella version on streaming), Minaj claims Megan lied about the shooting incident with Lanez while referencing the death of Megan’s mother, saying: “Swearin’ on your dead mother when you lie” and “F--- you get shot with no scar?”
Minaj also accuses Megan of sleeping with her best friend’s partner and having ghostwriters. She claims Megan lied during her 2022 interview with anchor CBS’s Gayle King. In that interview, Megan said she was worried for her life during the incident with Lanez.
“I never put my hands on anybody,” Megan told King. “I never raised my voice too loud. This was one of them times where it shouldn’t have gotten this crazy.”
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King later wrote for Oprah’s website that she believed Megan’s account on the night and she stood by the music artist.
“I’m so fascinated that people still don’t think that she’s telling the truth. How can that be?” King wrote. “You’ve heard all the rumors; please listen to what she has to say and then ask yourself, What does she gain by lying?”
Has Megan responded to Nicki Minaj’s diss track?
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Megan has yet to respond directly to “Big Foot,” though she posted a photo on her Instagram Story on Friday of herself laughing after Minaj shared a snippet of the song before it was released.
Representatives for Minaj did not respond to a request for comment.
Minaj says on X that she has five songs ready to release if Megan so much as “breathes” wrong. Minaj is also seeking an apology from Megan for her comments on “Hiss.”
“I don’t think you want the next installment of this song,” she says on “Big Foot.”
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G/t July #27: Jewelry
Maybe this one is too silly
“Aha, Mr. Graves, I see you have fallen into my trap.”
The intrepid hero and all around handsome good guy Mr. Graves struggled against the ropes that tied him to the chair. “You’ll never get away with this, Doctor Destructo!”
Doctor Destructo (real name Calvin) just laughed again. “But I already have. Even as we speak my moon lasers have their sights on the White House. And if President Oprah Winfrey doesn’t wire me the eleventy billion dollars by four o’ clock this afternoon, the entirety of Washington D.C. will be reduced to rubble! No one can stop me now!”
“You can’t blow up the White House! That’s illegal!” Mr. Graves protested, still trying to free himself from his bonds. It was no use. He was well and truly trapped.
“Any last words?” Doctor Destructo said, waggling his eyebrows. He walked over to his desk, right by the big window with the perfect view of planet Earth, and started rifling through a drawer.
Mr. Graves had never failed a mission before and didn’t know what to do now. If only he’d been more prepared for this mission on the space station. If only he’d been more cautious. If only he hadn’t sat down in this chair in the first place. But his feet were so tired from all that walking.
Doctor Destructo turned back to face his victim. “Come now, let’s hear it. Give me some sort of pithy quote I can etch onto the back of my moon laser emitter. Keep it short, though, lasers are expensive and I had to buy the smallest model.”
“Do you expect me to just give up that easily?”
“No, Mr. Graves. I expect you to shrink.”
Our stalwart and well-dressed hero did a double take. “Don’t you mean that you expect me to die?” he asked.
“Eventually,” replied the evil doctor. “We all die someday, and I suppose you’ll have a much harder time surviving when you’re two inches tall. Behold, my shrink ray!” He held up a hand and flashed his ring.
Mr. Graves gasped. “What is that? It looks like an ordinary diamond ring which has no supernatural qualities whatsoever!”
“That is where you’re mistaken,” said Doctor Destructo. “This is no ordinary diamond ring which has no supernatural qualities whatsoever. In fact, it possesses at least one supernatural quality you’ll find interesting. With this gem, I can change a person’s size! Watch me demonstrate! Simmons!”
On cue, the sliding door whizzed open and an unassuming man in a white lab coat entered. “You beckoned, sir?” he said, his voice chipper.
Immediately Doctor Destructo stuck out his hand and a bright red beam shot from his ring ring into the man’s forehead. There was a bright flash, and then no more Simmons - just his lab coat piled on the floor.
“You killed him!” cried Mr. Graves.
“Relax, Mr. Graves. I have not killed him. I have merely shrunk him.” Doctor Destructo went over to the pile and stuck a hand inside, reaching around until he pulled out a tiny little man. “Thank you, Simmons. You are dismissed.” With a flick of his wrist he tossed the man out the door again.
Mr. Graves felt sick. “You’re going to grow him back to normal, right?”
The evil doctor paused to think about it. “Actually, I haven’t figured out how to do that part yet. The manual never mentioned… you know what, never mind, it’s not important. What’s important is that you’re about to join Simmons as a tiny little guy. Forever.”
Our hero struggled even harder against his restraints. “You can’t do that! How would I be able to stop you then?”
“Ah, but that’s the point,” said Doctor Destructo. “Say goodbye to your old life, Mr. Graves. From now on, you’re going to be having little tiny adventures on the floor, running around with mice and such activities.”
“On a space station?” wondered Mr. Graves.
“Space mice,” the doctor replied immediately.
Mr. Graves’ face fell. “Oh well, at least mice are cool. I like mice.”
“Me too, Mr. Graves. Me too.”
“When I’m little, do you think they’ll let me have tiny adventures in the walls? With mice and spiders and very small ferrets?”
Doctor Destructo paused. “Well, I guess if you want to.”
“And I’ll make myself clothes out of cotton balls and use dental floss as rope!” Mr. Graves said.
“I suppose that’s possible. Now if you would hold still for a moment - ”
But Mr. Graves was on a roll now. “And I’ll finally be able to ride a gecko! They can walk up walls, you know. I’ll probably have to make a saddle by cutting up a cork. This will be so much fun!”
“Fun?” Doctor Destructo paused, the confusion obvious on his face. “This isn’t supposed to be fun! I’m trying to torture you.”
“Hush, evil doctor,” said Mr. Graves. “Shrink me already. Set me up in a terrarium with a hamster. Put me in one of those plastic balls and roll me down the stairs! Doesn’t that just sound like so much fun?”
The doctor shrugged. “Actually, yes. You’ll have to tell me all about it.”
“And I’ll save a bundle on food. I could probably live for a month and spend maybe two dollars. Okay, I’ve made up my mind. Shrink me, Doctor Destructo!”
“Uh… no, you’re not supposed to want to do this. You understand if I do this, you won’t be able to stop me from blowing up the White House.”
Mr. Graves sighed. “But why would you want to blow up the White House when you could be driving a remote controlled Hot Wheels car, or sleeping in a matchbox?”
“You make a compelling point,” said Doctor Destructo. “I have always wondered what it was like to be a little guy.”
“Let’s wonder together,” said Mr. Graves. “We could have a little place all to ourselves in some old lady’s apartment somewhere, cooking popcorn over a lighter.”
“Yes, it would be a perfect ending to our countless feuds with homoerotic subtext,” the doctor agreed. “To be honest, I just don’t have the heart to take over the world anymore. It’s just something I’m expected to do now. I didn’t want to be a doctor. I wanted to be a ballet dancer, but I couldn’t afford the tuition.”
“I never wanted to be a handsome, virile super spy,” admitted Mr. Graves. “I was trying to impress a girl. It turned out she was just a cardboard cutout of a TV actress.”
“We have so much in common,” said Doctor Destructo. “To think, in another life, we could be the best of friends.”
“I’d hug you,” Mr. Graves said, “but I’m strapped to this chair. Well, enough talk. Let’s get to shrinking. You do me first, then I’ll do you.”
Doctor Destructo smiled. “No. Let’s do it together,” he said, standing next to his victim and pointing the jewel right towards them both.
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Maybe a fic where Heavy and Medic are trying to have a nice cuddle but the other mercs keep bursting into their room to ask Medic for stuff at 2 in the morning? Can end in them giving up trying to sleep or killing someone, your choice.
Oh yeah let's make them suffer now
Established relationship, scout's an idiot sometimes, fluff, tiny tiny suggestive bit, cuddling and kissing and all that, poor medic is so sleep deprived please let this man rest, *like Oprah* You get sexually frustrated! You get sexually frustrated! You all get sexually frustrated!!!
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Moonlight enters the bedroom through the slits of the window's blinds. The room is filled with quiet snoring, the soft shuffle of feathers and gently cooing birds. On the bed, Medic and Heavy lay intertwined together. They're facing each other. The doctor's head slumps against his lover's arm, and the rest of their bodies tangled together snugly. They radiate comfort; even when Medic snores loud enough to cause Heavy to stir and mumble something in his sleep.
It certainly is a sight, he concludes from the dark of the room. He tries not to bother them, really! He only came in for those gummies doc keeps in one of the cabinets. He glances at them again as he walks further into the infirmary.
He gets about three cabinets into his search when all hell breaks loose.
He's reaching for the bottle in the back when the chair he's standing on slides out from under him. He instinctively grabs anything he can for purchase, but that turns out to be a bad idea as the entire cabinet comes crashing down with him. Pills explode from their bottles, scattering across the linoleum floor loudly. He might as well have thrown a bomb in there, and the men wake up immediately.
"SORRY DOC!" Scout yells, sprinting out of the room with the bottle of melatonin in hand. He didn't mean it, honest! He just didn't want to clean up the aftermath.
Medic groans, not even bothering to open his eyes as he burrows further into the chuckling man next to him.
"Cabinet is on the floor again, doctor," Heavy grunts out, still fighting off sleep.
"Ja, und the sky is blue," he retorts as Heavy just chuckles harder, "This is the second time he's done this in a week. A week! How many cabinets could you possibly need to take down for this?"
Heavy shifts, laughing as he sits up in bed. Medic's head nestles into his lap, and everything calms once again.
"Want me to read to you?" He asks, gently shifting to the side to grab the book he has stashed away under the side of the bed. The tips of his fingers snag the corner of the cover before pulling it up to his chest. Medic peeks from the warmth of his lover's thighs, eyeing the book. It's blurry without his glasses but...
"Maurice?" Medic guesses.
Heavy nods, "Da. Librarian said it's new, but dialect in the book seems dated," he flips it, showing him all sides of the paperback, "A romance, I think, between two young men."
A scoff from his lap, "I didn't take you as the type of person to enjoy romance."
"Not normally. But this one has a sense of..." He trails off for a second, "Familiarity. The main character reminds me of you."
Medic let's out an inquisitive hum, craning his neck to look into the other man's eyes as he talks.
"He's Headstrong. Stubborn. Maybe a little arrogant, But very wise. He can tell his feelings for his friend push boundaries, but his ego gets in the way of letting him understand them fully."
"And what of his friend?"
"He seems to have been brought up well. Polite and soft spoken. Very popular with the women in the novel, but he hints in many ways that relations with them are meaningless and futile."
"You wanna know what's meaningless and futile?"
"Soldier, get the hell out of my infirmary!"
Boots squeak against floor as Soldier marches to where the men are laying.
"What's meaningless and futile, maggots, is this toaster!" He pulls the communal toaster out from... Somewhere, and displays it to the lovers, "I have been trying to create toast to feed my cats before bed, and this contraption is one minute away from being Dishonorably Discharged due to its inability to carry out orders!"
"Did you try plugging it in?" Heavy suggests.
Medic butts in, "Cats don't eat toast, you fool. And they're not cats! They live in our trash!"
"Only because you wouldn't let them bunk with your fellow infantryman," he exclaims, "Regardless. This toaster needs to be fixed pronto, men! This calls for a plan of action!" He throws the toaster onto the bed.
"WHY IS IT WET!?"
"How else was I supposed to put out the fire?"
Heavy's booming laugh startles them both. It's animated, accompanied with his hands and a shake of his head. Medic and Soldier can't help but smile. It's only a little infectious every time someone makes him laugh.
He stops suddenly.
"Soldier," his smile drops, "Get out. I will hurt you if you don't."
Never a single beat missed; Soldier readily salutes to the men before turning on his heel and marching away. Medic kicks the wet toaster to the ground.
"There is going to be such a mess when I wake up in the morning."
"Da. Glad I got him out quickly."
Medic smirks, amused, "You're all talk, you know. You wouldn't have hurt him even if you wanted to."
"Says who?"
The doctor is sitting up now, cupping one side of his face. Heavy tries to ignore the other warm hand sliding up his thigh.
"Experience. I've been around you far too long."
"Getting sick of me?" Feigning innocence.
"No, actually," an experimental grasp, "Quite the opposite."
To Heavy, Medic's lips were always softest in the morning and when they go to bed at night. Many dawns and dusks were spent lovingly observing the man's extensive self care routine. For someone who manages to get caught up in deals with the literal devil; he sure knows how to make himself feel heavenly against him.
Tonight is no different. Arms tangle as hands begin to explore each body, moving as quickly and feverishly as their lips. Medic grunts at the sudden feeling of being lifted, but only falters when he's gently placed on the man's lap. Heavy's hands nearly engulf his hips, which only makes it feel better when he starts kneading at his sensitive skin.
"M-Misha," He breaks the kiss with a shiver, "You'll leave marks if you're not careful."
"Do not play coy with me, Doctor." He gives a harsh squeeze, "You love every bit."
Whatever Medic is going to say back is swiftly interrupted by three sharp knocks on the infirmary's door. Frustrated sighs escape both men. Medic slides off Heavy's lap.
"It's Herr Engineer. Be right back," He leaves him with a chaste kiss to the forehead.
Heavy rests against their shared pillows and listens. He hears the quiet shuffling of his love's feet against the floor, followed by the familiar creak of the infirmary's door being opened.
The voices are hushed, too quiet for him to understand the words, but he understands this conversation perfectly. Engineer is most likely asking for a tool back, or perhaps he and Medic were working in the lab and he left some behind. Either way, he always comes to this side of the base when he needs a tool for one of his sleepless projects. Always three sharp knocks to the door. Always an apology for bugging him so late. Always leaving just as quickly as he came.
At least he's polite about interrupting people. Unlike some others.
"Some others" being a helmet-brandishing, extra arm-wielding Soldier who has come back to give the latest update on his "cats". Medic's voice always gets louder when he's frustrated; so much so that it startles Heavy when he banishes his teammate back to wherever he got that body part from.
Medic stomps back to the bedroom, scowling and muttering like a crabby old man. Heavy's always found him cute like that, though. He gently pats the bed next to him; an offer Medic would never in his unright mind think to reject.
"Soldier somehow managed to find a corpse in storage," he starts with a flop onto the bed, "and instead of leaving it there or doing pretty much anything else, he decided the best move would be to rip it's arm off so your sister can have a new back scratcher."
Heavy grunts, "Anything about his beloved pets?"
"Oh, only that they ate the rest of the body."
"Oh..." His brows furrow in disgust. They sit there for a second in silence, digesting the thought.
"Tell me about it," The very tired doctor eventually sighs, "Actually, don't. Let's go to sleep please?"
"Happily."
The men curl up and, once again, attempt to get some sleep. Surprisingly it works well, and they both manage to revert back to their comfortable slumber. In fact, it works so well that they don't hear Scout coming in again, bags under his eyes and a hankering for the Bonk left on the counter from earlier. Did he just eat all those melatonin gummies like an afternoon snack? Yes. Does he know that drinking a concoction like this and eating those gummies will make his body warp space itself? Not really... Or he does and just doesn't have the self preservation to care.
He leaves the infirmary without a hitch, allowing the men at least more than an hour's worth of sleep.
And then, everybody gets to enjoy a nice wake up call from the team's beloved Soldier, and whatever explosive accident he caused just now.
Medic, after calming down from being scared half to death, throws on a robe, and goes outside to the entrance of the base. Scout and Solider are also there, staring at... something? Staring back is what looks like a floating bundle of fat racoons and body parts, the whole thing emulating some sort of radioactive glow. The animals stuck in its orbit chitter in unison. It bares the low-crown molars of the racoons' teeth, along with what's left of a human mouth.
"What the fuck did you do, Sol?" Scout chimes after a moment of silence.
"Well... You know my cats are very hungry."
"Yeah."
"And you know how sometimes corpses you find in the secret war meeting room are actually sleeping ancient gods who smell like a good ham?"
"You lost me."
"Smells like a bloody ham out here," Sniper calls from the safety of his camper.
"THAT'S WHAT I SAID!"
Scout groans suddenly, "Doc. I don't feel good. I think I ate too many gummy bears."
Medic looks at the boy. Then back up to the racoon monster. Then to Solider. Back to Scout. The creature growls lowly, but it doesn't break the awkward silence. They all stare at each other.
Medic walks back inside. He'll deal with it in the morning.
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HI REN 🎶
By Artist Ren.
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Hi there Ren  Its been a little while,  Did you miss me?  You thought you'd buried me, didn't you? Risky...  Because I always come back  Deep down you know that...  Deep down you know I'm always in periphery  Ren aren't you pleased to see me?  It's been weeks since we spoke bro, you know you need me  You're the sheep, I'm the shepherd  Not your place to lead me  Not your place to be biting off the hand that feeds me
Hi Ren  I've been taking some time to be distant  I've been taking some time to be still  I've been taking some time to be by myself  Since my therapist told me I'm ill  I've been making some progress lately,  And I've learnt some new coping skills  So I haven't really needed you much man  I think we need to just step back and chill
Ren, you sound more insane than I do  You think that those doctors are really there to guide you?  Been through this a million times  Your civilian mind is so perfect at always being lied to  Okay, take another pill boy  Drown yourself in the sound of white noise  Follow this 10 step program, rejoice!  All your problems will be gone! Fucking dumb boy
Nah mate, this time it's different man trust me  I feel like things might be falling in place  And my music's been kinda doing bits too  Like I actually might do something great  And when I'm gone maybe I'll be remembered  For doing something special with myself  That's why I don't think that we should talk man  Cause when your with me it never seems to help
You think that you can amputate me?  I am you, you are me, you are I, I am we  We are one, split in two that makes one so you see  You got to kill you if you wanna kill me.  I'm not left over dinner, I'm not scraps on the side,  Oh your music is thriving? Delusional guy!  Where's your top ten hit? Where's your interview with Oprah?  Where are your grammies Ren?  Nowhere!
Yeah but, my music's not commercial like that  I never chased numbers, statistics or stats  I Never write hooks for the radio, they never even play me  So why would I concern myself with that?  But my music is really connecting,  And the people who find it respect it,  And for me that's enough 'cause this life's been tough  So it gives me a purpose I can rest in
Man you sound so pretentious!  Ren your music is so self centred,  No one wants to hear another song about  How much you hate yourself... trust me  You should be so lucky having me inside you to guide you,  Remind you to manage expectations,  Provide you perspective, that thing you neglected, I get it  You wana be a big deal... Next jimi hendrix? forget it
Man it's not like that
Man it's just like that I'm inside you you twat
Nah it's not man your wrong, when I write I belong
Let me break the fourth wall by acknowledging this song  Ren sits down,  Has a stroke of genius,  He wants to write a song that was not done previous  A battle with his subconscious...  Eminem did it
Played on guitar
Plan B did it  Man your not original you criminal, rip off artist,  The pinnacle of your success is stealing other people's material  Ren mate we've heard it all before  Ohh "she sell sea shells on the sea shore"
Fuck you I don't need you, I don't need to hear this,  Cause I'm fine by myself, I'm a genius!  And I will be great, and I will make waves  And I'll shake up the whole world beneath us
That's right speak your truth,  Your fucking god complex leaks out of you  It's refreshing to actually hear you say it!  In stead of down play it...  "Oh the music Is all about the creative process  And if people can find something to relate to  Within that then that's just a bonus"
Fuck you ima fucking kill you Ren
Well fucking kill me then  Let's fucking have you Ren
I'm a do it, watch me prove it, who are you to doubt my music?  'Cause I call the shots I choose if you die  Yeah I call the shots and so i who choose who survives  I'll tie you up in knots then I'll lock you inside
News flash...  I was created at the dawn of creation,  I am temptation  I am the snake in Eden,  I am the reason for treason  Beheading all Kings,  I am sin with no rhyme or reason,  Sun of the morning, Lucifer,  Antichrist, father of lies,  Mestophilies,  Truth in a blender,  Deceitful pretender,  The Banished avenger,  The righteous surrender  When standing in-front of my solar eclipse,  My name it is stitched to your lips so see  I won't bow to the will of a mortal, feeble and normal  You wana kill me? I'm enteral, immortal  I live in every decision that catalysed chaos  That causes division  I live inside death, the beginning of ends  I am you, you are me, I am you Ren
Hi Ren... I've been taking some time to be distant,  I've been taking some time to be still  I've been taking some time to be by myself  And I've spent half my life ill  But just as sure as the tide start turning  Just as sure as the night has dawn  Just as sure as rain fall soon runs dry  When you stand in the eye of the storm
I was made to be tested and twisted  I was made to be broken and beat  And you know me my will is eternal  And you know me you've met Me before  Face to with a beast I will rise from the east  And I'll settle on the ocean floor  And I go by many names also  Some people know me as hope  Some people know me as the voice that you hear  When u loosen the noose on the rope  And you know how I know how I know that I'll prosper?  Because I stand here beside you today  I have stood in the flames that cremated my brain  And I didn't once flinch or shake  So cower at the man I've become  When I sing from the top of my lungs  That I won't retire I'll stand in your fire  Inspire the weak to be strong  And when I am gone I will rise  In the music that I left behind  Ferocious persistent, immortal like you  We're a coin with two different sides
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read in march 2023
articles (ones behind a paywall are linked through webpage archive):
articles
Reverse boundaries How good are we at respecting when someone else says 'no'?
"Slow Pleasure" in a Fast World
Should People Be Allowed to Like Things? Are we discoursing ourselves to death?
The Divine Delusion of Gender: On "Energy" and the TikTokification of Spirituality
Spiritual misogyny is flourishing on TikTok
How ‘Poker Face’s’ Stop-Motion Animation Episode Was Brought to Life
Are there too many sex scenes in movies?
Man Says BetterHelp Referred Him to Conversion Therapy Supporter
Who's Afraid of Mark Rothko?
When Everything Becomes an Event
Meet the Lipsdick: A Dick Shaped Lipstick
How Do We Define the Female Gaze in 2018?
Do Words Mean Anything Anymore?
It’s Been Over Two Decades Since We’ve Had a Non-White Best Actress Winner. Will That Change in 2023?
I'm Coming Clean about Friend Envy & You Should Too
A Friend Doesn't Have to be "Toxic" to be Bad for You
Does Anyone Mend Clothes Anymore?
The Moral Case Against Equity Language
Inspiration Is Everywhere. Literally: The "We're Not Really Strangers"-ification of social media.
Men Are Lonely. But Women Are Being Attacked: Male Loneliness is Not Women's Problem to Solve
Romance isn't Just for Dating
What is Romantic Friendship?
The Case of the Missing Perpetrator: On Mysterious Pregnancies, the Passive Voice, and Disappearing Men
Dingus of the Week: Women’s History Month
Friends and mentees remember Judy Heumann, mother of the disability rights movement
The Language of Place
One of Walgreens biggest stockholders commissioned Fearless Girl
Fine I'll admit it. I Like Titanic.
A Plan Forms in Mexico: Help Americans Get Abortions
Can Nostalgia Be Sinister?
The Stay-At-Home Girlfriend Phenomenon
A Conversation With Stay-At-Home Girlfriend & Content Creator Kendel Kay
The Soft Boy Brigade: Was He “Written By a Woman” or Is He Just Wearing Nail Polish?
The Scientific Reason You Love Watching Reruns
Take Some Pills for Your Hysteria, Lady: America's Long History of Drugging Women Up
Everybody’s a Critic. So Stop Hating Critics.
A League of Their Own Is The First Great Gay Movie-to-TV Reboot
The Bear: At Last, A Chicago Show For People Who Are Not From Chicago And Have Never Stepped Foot There
the science of giving pain
i bet she has a nice scream: in praise of X, the new novel by Davey Davis
the persistent desire: on erotic identification
leatherdyke gender technology
‘The Last of Us’ Finale: First-Person Shooter
The ‘Last of Us’ Finale Is Just as Ambiguous and Agonizing as the Game’s Indelible Ending
What Exactly Is the Point of ‘The Last of Us’?
Do We Need Another ‘Love Letter to Cinema’?
Everyone needs to grow up: Whether it’s people who mention their Hogwarts house on their Hinge profile or literal white supremacists, culture is awash with adult babies
Instagram Store Core: A Manifesto Against Avant-Basic Home Design
Who Gets Care and Who Gets to Die?
Shoppers say secondhand stores like Goodwill are getting too expensive as Gen Z makes thrifting cool
Where Does Discarded Clothing Go?
How ‘travel aesthetics’ are ruining travel for everyone
Why is everyone so obsessed with frontal lobe development?
the sinking pleasure of a bath
Love, Sex, and Disabled Women: we want to be sexy too.
“Nope” Perfectly Encapsulates My Disappointment with the Biden Administration
What really killed Jane Austen?
On (Not) Discovering Disability in the World of Jane Austen: Disabled characters are present in Austen’s novels, but largely invisible in her cinematic remakes
Nathan Lane: Robin Williams ‘Protected Me’ From Coming Out as Gay on ‘Oprah’ in 1996 Because ‘He Was a Saint’
'The Last of Us’ finale isn’t controversial, it’s correct
The Oscars are beyond repair. Let’s make something better.
The House That Mr. Mayer Built: Inside the Union-Busting Birth of the Academy Awards
‘A League of Their Own’ is based on the 1992 movie, but has an identity all its own
Black Southern food isn’t killing us:The ‘plate’ is not the real problem
In the history of hip-hop fashion, there’s no ignoring Lil’ Kim
The next first ladies of rap
books:
Wear, Repair, Repurpose: A Maker's Guide to Mending & Upcycling Clothes by Lily Fulop
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Everyones talking about this dumpster fire of a book. But im more interested that we've had 2-3 "response leaks" from Meghan and harry. The first two are omid and peter hunt and its a clear response to the military outrage. Everyone saw the tweets under invictus games twitter. They were bad and in my opinion the no "context to the story is going to correct that narrative". The response came to late, and the Taliban already commented. (Which makes me think they had NO idea how to handle this but were under pressure from invictius to do so). It basically confirms that ARCs went out to "squad member journalists"
The other one i find SUPER interesting is the leak he wanted to cancel it last year after spending time in the UK. So we know he came back 3 times. The stopover on the way to Invictus, the jubilee (they left early), and the queens funeral. This is the most obvious sign yet that he wants to distance himself from the book already, but also that this likely was a reaction to the Oprah interview. was he able to get his way for the jubliee when he spoke to his grandmother in feb? Like was a jubliee invitation off the table and he got it back? and then it wasn't enough for her and she wanted a balcony moment and kept putting out PR for it? If he was SO happy (enough to cancel the book) why did they leave early and miss the last portion of it? Why did they ever think that W & K and the family would make it to lili first birthday? I don't think him and william spoke at all during the jubliee so was he issued a threat?
Somethings not adding up in my eyes.
Because we are getting Harry and Meghan's side of the story which is 99.9% lies.
We can't really add up the facts here because we will only get bits and pieces from the palaces.
HOWEVER,
I guarantee Harry and Meghan DID NOT expect this reaction. They thought people would focus on William “attacking” Harold and Charles not hugging Harry after telling them Diana died. I bet it never crossed their minds that the 25 insurgents being killed would blow up this way. It was not part of their strategy so they had nothing planned to counter it, that is why it took a while for the entire excerpt of that chapter to be released by Hunt and Omid. Now, 24 hours later, the Invictus guys are running to his defense so it tells us it took a while for him to get statements together and people who would actually defend him
As for the book and the Jubilee. Honestly, he might have had second thoughts over the book after he saw TQ in June 2022. His conscience might have gotten the better of him, however that feeling didn’t last long and here we are. Plus, this book was to be released last year remember? I think it was April 2022. I think the invitation was always going to happen but the palace was waiting to see how he behaved to see if he would be a part of the ceremony.
Harry and Meghan are egomaniacs. They never once thought that the family would be busy during the Platinum Jubilee doing, you know, their JOBS! Or they assumed that everyone would cancel their plans to attend Lili’s birthday. Which never happened.
They left early because it was made clear a photo of TQ with Harry, Meghan, Lili, and Archie was not going to happen for public release. They left early because they were holding out hope of being on the final balcony appearance after the parade. Instead it was TQ, PC, Camila, and the Wales’. They left early because they were place second row 10 seats in and no where near the senior royals. They left early because they didn’t get their own processional walk into the Abbey (although they did their best to fake on). They left early because they were denied a carriage and balcony appearance with their kids for the TTC.
When they realized that being out meant actually being OUT, Harry never gave another thought to pulling that book.
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Spotify Playlists and Starbucks Cards | Angel Torres x Reader
Prompt: Pain
Word: 1389
Fandom: Nope (2022)
A/N: Super late Writer's Month entry. Been meaning to write for him. I’m so happy that Brandon was in this movie. I loved his character from The OA and I was sad that it got canceled, so it was nice to see him getting projects like this. How do I title again?
Summary: One late shift at Fry’s Electronics with Angel led you to joining him and the Haywoods on the quest for the Oprah shot of a UFO. The aftermath of a series of adrenaline inducing events came peace, silence, and a little sense of normalcy.
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You gradually came to, finding yourself tightly cocooned in a tattered piece of tarp that you, Angel, and Antlers were huddled under, trying to get the perfect shot. The sun was going down and you could feel the wind through the tarp’s opening. You wrestled your way out, sliding your body the rest of the way. Once free, you slowly rose onto your knees and looked around. You were far from the Haywood house, the lights like a beacon through the darkening landscape. 
A beam of light was quickly making their way towards you and you realized in your hazy state that it was Angel. There was a flood of relief that washed over you as he came closer, littered with cuts and scrapes but still in one piece.
“Did we do it?” you asked, your legs giving in when you tried to stand.
Angel swiftly swooped over, catching you by the waist. “Yeah, yeah, we did it,” he said, smiling.
“And the others? Em? OJ?” You looked over his shoulder at the house again, not seeing any movement through the windows.
“They’re making their way back right now. Em made it all the way to Jupiter’s Claim and got the shot. She managed to kill Jean Jacket, well we think she did, and we got OJ back. Then, the news crew showed up, so they had to deal with that right after.” 
He made you lean onto him as the two of you made your way back to the house. There was a  peaceful silence that fell between you two, using the rest of your strength to get back. All you wanted to do now was collapse in a giant bed and hibernate for a few days.  Once inside the house, you and Angel slumped onto the nearest kitchen chair, catching your breath.
“I think we got some footage on the side that we could –”
“I don’t really care about that now,” you interrupted. You rubbed your face, spreading dirt that still remained on your palm. “We need to take a look at those cuts.”
“I’m fine,” Angel said, jerking forward as you slowly got out of your chair.
“Where’s the bathroom?”
He sighed in defeat, pointing in the direction down the hall. You scrunch your fingers through his hair as you pass him, a habit you started after the first few weeks of working together at the electronics store. Once in the bathroom, you rifled through their medicine cabinet and under the sink for what you needed to treat Angel’s cuts.
When you came back, he had just finished wiping himself down with a wet paper towel, his body slumped against the kitchen counter. You carried a chair closer and he let you pull him down to sit, his eyes closing slowly as exhaustion set in again. 
Without a word, you got to work laying out your supplies, kneeling next to his chair, and started cleaning his wounds. They weren’t too deep, but you could see where the barbs snagged into his skin when he was being sucked in by Jean Jacket. When you started cleaning one of his bigger cuts, he winced in pain, his eyes opening just a crack.
“Hey,” you said, smiling softly.
The corners of his lips slowly turned up. “Hey,” he whispered, his voice hoarse. “Can I tell you something? Usually I would have reserved it for, like, before our potential death, but since it’s after and we survived –”
“What is it, Angel?”
He huffed, his eyes more awake than before as he looked at you. “I think I like you. Like, really like you.”
You paused your cleaning, your brain trying to catch up with the words he just said. “Are you saying that you only wait until there’s a situation where you might die to confess romantic feelings for someone?” you asked incredulously. Sure, he just confessed, but your mind works in a strange way to cope with the fact that your best friend actually had feelings for you.
“Is that what you got out of that? I just bled my heart out –”
“Not exactly a Shakespeare or a Jane Austen way of confessing, so I wouldn’t say bled it out –”
But I’m serious right now,” he insisted, reaching out for your wrist.
You hoped that he couldn’t feel your pulse racing as he leaned closer. “I’m serious, too. You didn’t even tell me before we tried to get Jean Jacket, you told me after. You could have told me weeks ago.”
He snorted. “We’re friends. I couldn’t just spring that on you like that. Now, we’ve just gone through some shit together, so I figured, you know, now would be a good time. I’m not expecting you to like me back, I’m just putting it out there. From the time you gave me your Starbucks card to the hair scrunching, the jokes after a customer complaint on the phone, and sci-fi movie debates. Every day, I fell a little bit more… in love with you.”
“Jesus, Gellie Bean. You fell in love with me because I gave you my Starbucks card? There was only $8 in that thing.”
“Come on, dude,” he groaned, leaning back again and rubbing his face in frustration and embarrassment.
“Sorry, I’m just trying to wrap my head around this since whenever I bring up something that remotely reminds you of your ex, you kept whining about how she ditched you and now she’s got a pilot on the CW or something. I know you always offer to cover when I need a  break at work, and you’d introduce me to your favorite music and shared your spotify playlist with me, and you’d get me Starbucks and a spinach feta wrap with that Starbucks card that you’ve kept, but how was I supposed to know that you were even interested in me when you sounded like you were still hung up about your ex?”
Angel opened his mouth, then shut it with a click, nodding in understanding. “I… yeah, I can see how that’s confusing.” He scratched his head, scrunching his face in thought before clearing his throat. “So, uh, wanna go grab a bite some time? Just us two?”
You raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”
“Yeah, maybe some spinach feta wrap with your Starbucks card or something,” he teased.
“You’re stupid.” 
You shoved his shoulder, shaking your head with a smile. He grinned widely, pulling at your wrist until your faces were inches apart, your elbows resting on his thighs. Your stomach fluttered as he gazed adoringly at you before swooping down to capture your lips. You lifted yourself up until you were almost straddling him as you kissed back, running a hand through his hair.
“Listen, you two are cute, but can we not deal with this now?” Emerald said, strolling through the kitchen to get something from the fridge.
“Uh, when did you guys get back?” Angel asked, clearing his throat.
“Just now. We got a guest room, in case y’all forgot, so if you guys wanna…,” Emerald trailed off with a cheeky wink, handing a cold beer to her brother who was silently lounging in the other room.
Your face heated as you pulled away from Angel. “Thanks, Em, but I think we’re gonna get something to eat. You guys want anything?”
Emerald looked over at OJ who raised a thumbs up. “No, we’re good for now. Enjoy your date, lovebirds.”
“Thanks, Em,” you and Angel said, quickly cleaning up the kitchen before heading out.
Emerald watched the two of you scramble out to the van and smirked. “You owe me money,” she said.
OJ rolled his eyes. “I don’t remember making a bet with you.”
“Well, I remember. I remember saying how if those two don’t get their shit together, we should do that thing that dad talked about to breed horses.”
“We train horses, we don’t breed them. We are not putting our two friends into a dark room so they could get together,” OJ said.
“We’re not, because we don’t have to now!”
OJ lied down on the couch with a sigh, setting his beer on the side table before closing his eyes.
“So…,” Em started again. 
OJ hummed, telling her he was listening.
“How are we going to clean the house outside?”
OJ opened his eyes again. “Fuck.”
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Prince Harry was never going to miss the Coronation​
The more time he spends with irritating Californians, the more he will know that Britain is genuinely homeTIM STANLEY17 April 2023 • 6:00amIf I were Meghan, I wouldn’t go to the Coronation, either. Aside from being stuck talking to people you suspect don’t like you, there’s the nightmare of being upstaged. No matter how much money one spends on a hat, the King’s is always going to be fancier.So, I get why she’s staying in California, land of the freebie. The question is, why is Harry coming to the Coronation? He has accused his family of briefing against him; his brother of physical assault. And then there’s the memoir, Spare, which he might not have written but he’s certainly read, because he recorded the audiobook, so he knows that it portrays the monarchy as borderline abusive.It is, the book seems to imply, a Ruritanian zoo – the royals kept as pets, deprived of autonomy and put on display. If William is the heir, Harry was born to be the “backup, distraction, diversion and, if necessary, a spare part. Kidney, perhaps. Blood transfusion. Speck of bone marrow.” There’s a lot of bloodletting in these pages (hunting stags, killing Taliban), yet the Windsors suppress their emotions, even in front of those they love. No wonder the spare was set to explode. No wonder he ran off to America, where, he says, he was relieved to be among people who say how they truly feel.Well, a lot of us have made that journey, Harry, and a lot of us have come crawling back.At first, Californian honesty is refreshing. The barriers come down, you feel understood. But then their openness becomes oversharing, and you begin to realise they haven’t really got that much to say, they just enjoy talking. By the millionth time someone tells you their chakras are out of line or “we can learn a lot from the dolphins”, you want to scream. Harry must be missing Britain’s brooding silences, our civilising damp. You can tell that from Spare’s description of Frogmore Gardens in April: “The trees were bare, but the air was soft. The sky was grey, but the tulips were popping. The light was pale, but the indigo lake, threading through the gardens, glowed.”I sense a tension between the ghostwriter, who thinks the monarchy is mad, and Harry, whose memories he has to interpret are bittersweet enough to suggest that, deep down, he bloody loves it. Hence, he can’t let go. Ever.Harry has traduced his family, but wants to be among them. He has suggested the monarchy is ridiculous, yet uses his title and so do his little children.As my communist friend Ash Sarkar once observed, the Sussexes have never asked for equality in the sense of being regular citizens; what they want is to be equal among aristocrats, to have their royal status recognised and honoured. Far from being republican Jacobins, they are closer in spirit to Jacobites, asserting a disputed claim from a foreign fleshpot. Except that they weren’t forced into exile, like the magnificent James II; they flounced off and burnt the bridges behind them. No one compelled them to speak to Oprah or spill their guts on Netflix. The Windsors have long said they would take them back, as the invitation to the Coronation proves. I’m afraid responsibility for this rupture lies squarely with the Sussexes, who probably imagined they could withdraw from royal duties yet enjoy the trappings of royalty.Isn’t that typical? So many of us want it both ways. We undervalue our institutions – from Church to education to the family – starve them of money or effort, yet still expect them to be there when we want them. The crown is just the most glittering example of a culture taken for granted. We have mocked the monarchy and made its members’ lives hell, yet for one weekend in May we will luxuriate in its traditions – including the people who, for the rest of the year, claim to find it repugnant.Were republicans sincere in their philosophy, they would volunteer to work on the bank holiday Monday, just as the Puritans carried on through Christmas. But I bet they’ll take the whole weekend off, wallow in the livery and street parties, and Take That playing Windsor Castle. They’ll agree that “nobody does this as well as the British” – and then the next day, Britain will resume its project to ensure we can never do it again, by labelling our customs “elitist” and our history “racist”. Even the monarchy is supporting a study into its relationship with the slave trade. One thing that does not put Harry at odds with the establishment is his wokeness.As he takes his seat in the 38th row, between Humza Yousaf and Valerie Singleton, Harry will find himself back where he belongs – for Britain made him and Britain looks a lot like him, too. We’ve always had a Robinson Crusoe complex, a desire to strike out and see the world, only to return to a country that will be as we remember it.And it is one of the jobs of the monarchy to be constant. After the changes Britain has been through, the fact that this institution goes on being itself is refreshing, almost a novelty. But it doesn’t happen by accident. If every royal behaved like Harry, and walked away when it got too tough, or too boring, there’d be no monarchy left – no home for Harry to come back to.So, I hope he says “thank you” to Charles and William for keeping things ticking along while he was absent. For doing their duty
Thank you.   Very interesting🐼
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Saturday, November 04, 2023 Canadian TV Listings (Times Eastern)
WHERE CAN I FIND THOSE PREMIERES?: NEVER BEEN CHRIS'D (W Network) 8:00pm
WHAT IS NOT PREMIERING IN CANADA TONIGHT? YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE HERE (TBD - Lifetime Canada) OWN SPOTLIGHT: OPRAH & NICOLE AVANT (TBD - OWN Canada) PLANET EARTH III (TBD)
NEW TO AMAZON PRIME CANADA/CBC GEM/CRAVE TV/DISNEY + STAR/NETFLIX CANADA:
AMAZON PRME CANADA ONE FIGHT NIGHT 16: HAGGERTY VS. ANDRADE
NHL HOCKEY (SN) 3:00pm: Predators vs. Oilers (TSN3) 4:00pm: Jets vs. Coyotes (CBC/SN) 7:00pm: Sabres vs. Leafs (City TV/SNEast) 7:00pm: Habs vs. Blues (SN1) 7:00pm: Lightning vs. Sens (CBC/SN360/SNPacific) 10:00pm: Stars vs. Canucks (SN/SN1) 10:00pm: Flames vs. Kraken
CFL FOOTBALL (TSN/TSN4) 3:00pm: Eastern Semi-Final: Ti-Cats vs. Alouettes (TSN/TSN4) 6:30pm: Eastern Semi-Final - Stamps vs. Lions
NBA BASKETBALL (SN Now) 7:00pm: Lakers vs. Magic (SN Now) 9:00pm: Bulls vs. Nuggets
CRIME BEAT: MOST WANTED (Global) 7:30pm: Recently released on bail, a middle-aged man returns to a home he's been ordered to stay away from and allegedly attacks; after a miraculous recovery, a traumatized teenage girl and her mother wonder where Harry Rajkumar is.
THOR: THE DARK WORLD (CTV) 8:00pm: Thor (Chris Hemsworth) forms an alliance with treacherous Loki (Tom Hiddleston) to save Earth and the Nine Realms from an ancient enemy that predates the universe itself.
`WOULD YOU KILL FOR ME? THE MARY BAILEY STORY (Lifetime Canada) 8:00pm: The lives of three generations of women take a turn for the worse when one of them becomes trapped in a toxic relationship with an increasingly abusive man.
A CHRISTMAS FREQUENCY (CTV Life) 8:00pm: A young radio show producer sets her recently separated boss up on live-on-air blind dates to save their dying show but accidentally falls for one of the contenders and must choose her head or her heart in time for Christmas.
THE STORY OF LOVE (Super Channel Heart & Home) 8:00pm: Ruby, an aspiring romance novelist, joins a writers retreat in Tahoe to win a book deal. However, when Woody, the outdoorsy hotel owner, shows her nature's beauty, she reevaluates her choices.
EVE OF ABDUCTION (Super Channel Fuse) 8:00pm: When a single mother becomes engaged, she receives an anonymous threat -- either break off the engagement or her daughter will be kidnapped.
LEGENDS OF VENOM (Nat Geo Wild) 9:00pm (SERIES PREMIERE): The filmmakers showcase the incredible world of cobras, from giant cannibalistic kings, bird-hunting specialists, to semi-aquatic toad hunters.
JOHN WICK: CHAPTER 4 (Crave) 9:00pm: With the price on his head ever increasing, legendary hit man John Wick takes his fight against the High Table global as he seeks out the most powerful players in the underworld, from New York to Paris to Japan to Berlin.
ABOUT MY FATHER (Starz Canada) 9:00pm: Encouraged by his fiancee, a man and his father spend the weekend with her wealthy and exceedingly eccentric family. The gathering soon develops into a culture clash, allowing father and son to discover the true meaning of family.
BABYLON 5: THE ROAD HOME (adult swim) 10:00pm: John Sheridan unexpectedly finds himself transported through multiple timelines and alternate realities. Along the way, he reunites with some familiar faces and discovers cosmic new revelations about the history, purpose and meaning of the universe.
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I was watching most things live about Queen Elizabeth’s passing, crying on and off. But the words that really brought it home was when Liz Truss ended her speech to the nation on September 8th with “God Save The King”. She said it so forcefully you can see she was caught by the emotion of it all. And she was doing it live too, which was very brave of her. That made it so real to hear those words for the first time by a prime minister.
Also Charles. Wow he impressed me. That he was good at statescraft is no surprise, he’s had 50 years practise. He spoke so lovingly of his mother, and then he conferred the POW titles on his son William and Catherine, his wife. I literally shouted out loud. Could this be happening? He listened to advice and warnings. They all noted the “Of Wales” use at polo and on court documents. Plus Charles wants to separate himself as quickly as possible from the POW title and identify as King Charles. So he killed two birds with one stone. And just 24 hours after his moms passing too. The overseas duo had no time to plot and plan their months long pr assault about POW titles, and Haz being equal to William. Charles expressed his much love theme, on their new life overseas. It was very clear. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out. No pr to spin there. Never, ever, never cross a Scorpio. You will never know stick the knife in.
Now rumours about Mrs overseas flew Doria in and is seeking help and advice from Oprah. She supposedly wants a prominent role in the funeral. No dice missy. Not after the cee you next Tuesday interview. Poor Haz must be like a deer in headlights now. Well buddy, there are consequences. No one wanted to touch you while gran was alive, but you pissed all over that. I’d be very shocked if we went back to California with her. No wonder she called in Doria for reinforcements. Where’s Marcus when you need him?
Hi AnonymousRetired,
I was pleased that His Majesty put the Harkles in their place so quickly and publicly. Whatever the reasons behind it, it was something that needed to be done and I am glad it was done. I think it was a good move to hand on the Prince of Wales title as well. As you said, it helps Charles in his identity as King and I think it will be a popular move among the general public, as well as shutting down all the Harkle equivalency PR, again as you have said. Lots of things accomplished by one Letters Patent making William the Prince of Wales.
The rumours about Meghan show what an ongoing nuisance she is going to be to the BRF. I now have hopes that His Majesty will say No to her instead of bending the rules for her, in line with the current treatment of the Harkles since the jubilee (i.e. putting them firmly in their place). I hope that Harry leaves her, but I don't know. I think she is now going to hang onto him until after the coronation, so it will be up to him to take the initiative and leave. I just don't know if Harry is up to doing that, or if her repeated (failed) promises of fame and fortune will continue to keep him at her side.
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OMFG I AM dying for a world where these 2 aren’t together!!! I desperately need a respite from MM. not come across anyone as narcissistic, manipulative, crass & vulgar as she is. She even lowered H to her level, he who was brought up with all the refined decorum of a Royal Prince & a member of the most elite family in the world. Still can’t get over how she keeps pushing him away at every turn, ensuring she greets the VIP first & when he stands up for women when they enter a room, she LEGIT PULLS HIM AWAY/DOWN. Has she got no basic manners??? Or is this too the BRF’s fault??
Well, I think Meghan is at the end of the road professionally. She’s doing a meet ‘n greet in Indianapolis, Indiana, in a few weeks. Can’t wait to read the chatter about that mess. Because I have no doubt it’s going to be a mess. 
The Megxit situation happened shortly before Saturn changed signs from (sidereal) Sagittarius to Capricorn in January 2020. It’s changing again in January 2023 from (sidereal) Capricorn to Aquarius. H&M had already moved to Canada a couple of months prior to their official announcement in November 2019. It makes sense that Harry is already separating himself from Meghan in the public sphere, even though many people are seemingly oblivious to it. The previous two Veterans Days in 2020 and 2021, H&M were obviously together in their media moves. They couldn’t be more separate right now, except that many people don’t want to see it. 
It’s interesting reading the comments of the reddit user who is connected to all the Hollywood gossip. She relates to a lot of the mental torture Harry has been put through with her ex-husband who also is a narc.
Harry routinely looks like a man trapped into or gaslit in Meghan's lies. He didnt lie about 3 day early wedding with Oprah. She did. He neither confirmed nor denied, And he started looking uncomfortable, clutched a chicken, and got into a fetal position. He did not lie about family racism. She was interviewed by Oprah for hours first and when he came out and was asked, he was blindsided. He got angry, said it happened before the engagement (already contradicting Meghan, and he would not answer any more questions about it.
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Again, not 100% sure it's true, though I have it on good authority, but just wanted to add that that is a powerful moment for the victim of a narcissist: when other people validate that what you have been seeing and hearing is actually true, and that the narcissist is truly the one in the relationship who is disturbed.
Unless someone has been in a relationship with a narcissist or is aware of the narcissistic dynamic, it is hard to understand Prince Harry's sudden change in personality, betrayal of his family, and the sudden change in his memory of past events (like that it was Meghan who first got him into therapy, when he's on tape pre-Meghan saying it was William and Catherine, and that Diana was killed because she was dating a man of color just like Harry is with a woman of color that he believes they are trying to kill [or will not stop until Meghan is dead]). Narcissists can get you so mindfucked that it's hard to know what's real. I am a very strong-minded somewhat intelligent person who often fought back against the lies, and it took me a while to get deprogrammed. I can't imagine how easy it would be and how much more confused a narcissist could make a weakminded, damaged, and notoriously unintelligent man like Harry.
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Everything that happens like this, he likely gets yelled at for by her until he himself is angry and starts complaining to shut her up. Notice she's never pictured looking anyway but smiling while harry looks more and more ready to implode. Narcs behave rabidly in private this to make you look sullen and ragey in public. Then they use the photographic record to tell you you're the one with the chip on your shoulder and that they are just trying to get on with things but you wont let it go. Meanwhile the opposite is happening.
So, Harry’s mental state is probably going to need a lot of therapy in the coming months. An deprogramming. And frequent flier miles between the UK and California to see his kids. 
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