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twinuchiha · 3 months

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Okay. Those who know me know that I’m not the type of person that likes to make serious posts. But this situation has been on my radar since Wednesday, and has turned into borderline harassment.

This is a warning to be wary of the Naruto anon rpers.

This is not a call to attack anyone. This is not a call to harass anyone. This is a warning. Trigger Warning: Harrasment, Death threats, SA threats, Stalking and Abuse will be mentioned under the cut. If you can not handle these topics, feel free to not click read more. However, it would be appreciated if you relogged this post to spread awareness.

Some people may already be aware that I used to interact with this group, and be on friendly terms with Sasukeanon, but not anymore. I have blocked most of them, and they may have already blocked me as well by now. Honestly? I'm just disappointed. So around January 30th, someone sent a hate post to Hidan anon mentioning a few of their fellow blogs. Understandable, they mentioned Kisame anon to ask them what was going on, as they have also recently been getting hate.

They're trying to figure out who this possibly could be, but then out of nowhere, Orochimaru's anon says this:

To which??? Okay, some people just type similar to each other? I've seen it happen. Anyway, when Kisame tries to explain that they've had problems with people in the past and listing off who it could have been, Sasuke comes in with this:

How they came to this conclusion, I don't know. But they then suddenly start going on a tirade and start making threats.

This took me off guard. I knew Sasuke could be harsh in some of their posts, which made me uncomfortable, but this was the first time I've seen them jump to death threats. This is no way to talk to someone. Especially when you have no evidence against. And don't have any evidence, because all you have done is claim things, never show proof, and then harass Kisame further (along with your friends) when they were trying to prove their innocence to everyone. Even in posts that had nothing to do with any of you!

(Note that Sasuke's mod was handling Hidan's blog at the time of this)

You keep saying that Kisame has been sending death threats and SA threats yet show no proof to back up your claims when someone confronts you on it. Instead, insult them. And type in all caps to try and be intimidating.

These were in response to cherrypiesakurokun's posts on the matter, as like me they have also been talking to Kisame about what has been happening. The top one was after the Naruto anon blog added them in a callout and basically implied they were a death threats/SA threat defender. All because what? They tried to be supportive and wanted everyone to make up? I agree that they probably shouldn't have jumped in, but that's not fair.

The blog you claim that is Kisame's main isn't even her main. This is her main. She linked me her Reddit account to prove this.

Do these blogs look remotely the same??? The threats you claim were sent by Kisame to herself hold critical information that held her real name and where she lives. Why would someone do to themselves, risk doxing themselves? It doesn't make any sense. She's sent me proof of that as well, but I will not be showing them here because that is private information. Kisame told me that she gave you her discord, you could have asked her what was going on. But you never did. You just jumped to conclusions.

When I asked Kisame about the threats that were being, her conclusion was that it was from her stalker ex boyfriend, who's she's been gathering evidence of for doing the same behaviour. She's informed me that she's currently trying to get a restraining order. I've been given permission to show these screenshots.

Congratulations on harassing a victim of stalking and abuse. But if that wasn't vile enough, the night Kisame's mother was taken to the hospital, and they explained they'd be offline because of it, Sasuke, still using Hidan's blog, said this:

This was vile. Fucking vile, and was the straw that broke the camels back for me. I blocked as many of the blogs I could. Like I said, I'm disappointed. Sad, even. Sasuke was one of the first blogs who'd interacted with me, and i thought they were nice. It seemed like I was wrong though. As I mentioned before, this isn't an attack. This is simply to warn others about the kind of people they will be interacting with should they come across the anon group.

#ooc #say it louder for the people in the back (psa)#tw: stalking #tw: harrasment #tw: abuse #tw: abuse mention #tw: threats #please reblog #//I was nervous to make this I admit #//mainly because of the group #//but I am not letting someone else get harassed off this website #//if they are gonna come at me so be it

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causalitylinked · 1 year

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OOC UPDATES

Rules have officially been amended! Things to note:

I'm no longer gonna chase (aka follow first) muns that are blog hoppers/archivers, especially if they have issues with commitment (failing to write me a starter/answer asks I've sent them or dropping threads after only two notes).

I'm now putting my foot down and unfollowing blogs who follow me first but make no effort in interacting (whether it be through liking/replying to posts or writing with me)... but I'm not strictly mutuals only anymore, meaning I will happily refollow blogs I've unfollowed again if they actually make an effort in engaging with me.

Basically added a section for Personals, Memes, Threads, and OOC Conduct... not only so my partners would know what to expect from me as a partner, but make my boundaries clear for personal blogs who decide to follow me for whatever reason.

#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• PSA — ⧼ say it louder for the people in the back. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• OUT OF SPOONS — ⧼ livi please shut up. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• QUEUED — ⧼ because livi is a busy adult irl. ⧽ 』#[ basically if you notice i unfollowed you ]#[ YOU ARE STILL ENCOURAGED TO ENGAGE WITH MY POSTS/SEND ME ASKS ]#[ i just am really tired of constantly being treated like a number to someone's follower count ]#[ and being made to feel as if i don't matter ]#[ so i ended up going on a BIG unfollowing spree fairly recently ]#[ ofc... it's one thing if you like my posts every once in a while or i ended up following you first (which means ]#[ the onus of making the first move automatically falls on me) but if my attempts to interact with you go ignored ]#[ or you fail to like even a single post on my blog for months after following me first ]#[ I MAY JUST TEMPORARILY UNFOLLOW ]#[ slow repliers i have no issues with though ]#[ i just do not like thread-droppers/blog hoppers that have trouble committing to stuff ]

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lonestar-badash · 2 years

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The ending…

Trust me, I once knew a Scientist 😉.

#l-ba #tiktok #psa #say it louder for the people in the back #these is facts

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firstplant · 1 year

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((this is gonna be in my rules, especially since i do plan on having Knives on here as a side/npc muse, but I DON’T SHIP THE PLANT SIBLINGS!!!! Neither on here NOR on the Multi! i have literally EVERY tag for it blacklisted and will keep it that way, if you’re only seeking out my Tesla here or Vash on the multi for shipping i will block you the instant you suggest it

I’m at that point in my internet life where I don’t care what you write, so long as I don’t see it and you aren’t trying to shove it at me, if i find you don’t use easily accessible tags that can be blacklisted i will want nothing to do with you))

#ooc; well fuck me gently with a chainsaw #psas; say it louder for the people in the back #gonna reblog this to cakotopia because i am fucking tired

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ynscrazylife · 2 years

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🥱🏕🌠😘 - Steve Rogers?

Human Shield | S.R

Summary: You have this ability to bring out Steve’s sassy side, which is evident with yours and his constant bickering. That changes, though, on a camping trip.

Authors Note: Just pretend that jellyfish are in lakes.

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It was a known fact within the Avengers that you and Steve Rogers did not get along. You thought that he was too stuck-up and bossy, always in the “Captain” mode, and Steve thought that you were too reckless and never listened. The two of you frequently got into arguments whenever and wherever — so it was no surprise when the bickering started as they were walking.

“Who’s bright idea was it to go camping again?” Tony asked as they trudged up an incline.

“Steve’s, I bet,” you said almost instantly, trailing behind the billionaire. You’d take any opportunity available to insult the Captain.

Steve, who was in front of Tony, looked over his shoulder and paused for a moment. “You really had to ruin the peace by talking, didn’t you?” He snapped, already a bit grumpy as this was meant to be a bonding trip for the team and all you and Tony done since leaving the tower was complain.

“Oooh, cranky, are we? It would’ve been rude to leave Stark’s question unanswered, wouldn’t it? As the Please and Thank You Police, I’d think you’d understand,” you bit back without hesitation.

“I am so not getting in the middle of this,” Tony muttered, stepping around you and heading towards the back.

As he found a place besides Natasha and Clint, the sounds of yours and Steve’s voices growing louder and louder could be heard. “You really had to get them started?” Natasha complained.

“Please — they can make an argument out of anything. What do you want me to do, never talk again?” Tony said, scoffing.

“Yes,” the spy and the archer deadpanned.

Once the team got up the incline, they found a nice clearing to set up their tents. As everyone got to work, though, you became distracted. There were tons of bugs flying around you, just waiting to take a chunk out of your skin.

Having finished setting up his own tent, Steve smirked as he watched you flail around in vain. “Having trouble there?” He teased.

You paused momentarily to glare at Steve and then slapped your arm when you saw a bug there, muttering an “Ouch” which only made Steve’s smirk grow. “If you don’t have bug spray, don’t talk to me, Rogers,” you said, annoyed.

“Oh, I do have bug spray, but why should I give it to you? Maybe I will if you say please and thank you . . . I am the police of it, right?” He said, throwing your own words back in your face.

You scowled at him. “Never.”

“Suits you,” Steve said, shrugging. “You know, isn’t it odd that a big, scary Avenger like you is afraid of some tiny bugs?” He grinned.

You rolled your eyes, opening your mouth to give him a remark when Tony’s sudden boisterous laughter cut you off. Turning around, you narrowed your eyes at the man. “What?”

Tony gestured around. “Everyone has chosen who they’re gonna bunk with . . . Which means you and Rogers are stuck together,” he said.

Sure enough, as you and Steve looked around, everyone was standing side-by-side at their tents. Frantically, you looked at Tony, finding that he was alone. “Can‘t I room with you?” You pleaded.

Tony smiled, shaking his head. “I’d like to sleep in peace — which means, no roommates. Sorry,” he said, but didn’t sound apologetic at all.

Your gaze slowly found Steve, the both of you frowning. Steve’s eyes were fixated on Tony, his jaw set as he glared at his supposed friend. “Trust me, I’m not fond of this either,” he said, before dragging his eyes to meet yours. He forced a smile. “But it looks like we’re stuck together, sugar.”

A dangerous flash sparked in your eyes but before you could gnaw at him for that nickname, Natasha appeared at your side, placing a calming (and warning) hand on your arm. She gently pulled you back. “How about we have a campfire?” She suggested, changing the topic of conversation.

Around ten minutes later, the group was situated around the campfire. You and Steve were as far away as you could get, a move orchestrated by the others. You sat next to Natasha, twirling your marshmallow around at the end of its stick. “I cannot believe how insufferable he is,” you complained, referring to Steve. “He never stops!”

Beside you, Natasha found herself unable to contain a smile. “You realize Steve has never talked to anyone like the way he argues with you, right? I mean, Stark comes close because he can be rather annoying but . . . I don’t think you realize that you get under his skin way more than Stark does. I wonder why,” she observed.

“He just has some problem with me and he’s too high up on his horse to actually be a human being about it. I mean, everyone is fooled by his Captainness, but he’s just an ass,” you continued on complaining, too involved with your own whining about him that you were oblivious to Natasha’s reactions.

She nodded along and continued smiling, humming a bit. “Mhm . . . So you hate his guts completely?” She prodded, before taking a bite of her marshmallow.

“As long as he hates mine and keeps being the absolute prick he is, then I hate his,” you said, before getting bored of roasting your marshmallow and eating it plain.

Natasha just shook her head. She couldn’t believe how stubborn you were sometimes but at the same time, with how you acted with and about Steve, it completely made sense. As you readied yourself to probably complain about the man again, she quickly changed the topic.

Thankfully, for the rest of the night, the Avengers managed to keep you and Steve from snapping at each other. After wrapping up the campfire, with night falling, the group lounged at the river. You, Natasha, Clint, and Tony had brought along bathing suits while Thor, Bruce, and Steve sat and engaged in their own conversations. The only incident that occurred was when Steve was skipping rocks and a pebble accidentally nailed you in the head. It was an actual accident, but you didn’t believe it when Steve was struggling to hide his laughter at your reaction.

“See, I told you. A prick,” you muttered to Natasha.

Natasha just decided to go along with it. There was no use arguing. But, as she observed Steve hide his smile and Bruce smack him lightly on the arm, the wheels in her head began to turn. He was usually so composed, the most composed, and would never laugh at even the tiniest of things that happened to a teammate. Unless it was you or Stark, of course. With Tony, it made sense. They had been at each other’s throats before, but Tony didn’t push Steve like you did. Tony didn’t make Steve disregard his usual composure like you did.

There was something different in how you affected Steve and how he affected you, Natasha was sure of it. She had been your friend a while and even though you complained about Steve, she had never seen you talk about anyone more.

Something was up. And she smirked, deciding to keep that piece of information to herself.

Slowly but surely, the Avengers started to wade out of the water and go to bed until it was only you and Steve left. The two of you kept to yourselves, keeping yourselves occupied and managing to not bother each other, until Steve’s gaze settled on you. He couldn’t help his smirk when he saw you yet again swatting at bugs.

“Do you need my shield to protect you?” He called out, teasing once again.

You turned around, ready to retort, when you felt a sharp and powerful sting just above your hip, on your abdomen. You instantly recoiled, jumping away with a yelp, before losing your footing and plunging under the water.

Steve’s posture straightened as suddenly, he stared intently at the water. Feeling his heart thump in his chest, the seconds felt like hours until you resurfaced, scrambling back. “Shit!” You yelled hoarsely, coughing out water.

Even from there, in the dark, he could tell that this wasn’t good. The soldier jumped up, sprinting into the water and not caring about the change in temperature as he waded over to you. “There was a jellyfish . . . And I hit my ankle against a rock,” you rasped, taking heavy breaths as you turned around and faced Steve. In that moment still, a small part of you hated that Steve was seeing you like this, but you didn’t have much choice.

Any and all thoughts and feelings of annoyance that he previously held towards you disappeared once Steve got close. He could see that you were upset and in pain. “Can you walk?” He asked.

You tried to take a step, but only ended up stumbling directly into Steve. He found his arms wrapping around you, holding you. You let out a frustrated grunt, lamely pushing at Steve’s chest. “I’ll be fine, I don’t need your help or any of your jokes,” you muttered.

Steve’s first instinct was to roll his eyes at your stubbornness, but then he realized what was going on: you weren’t foolish. He knew that at heart. He knew you. You knew you were injured and needed help. But you didn’t want Steve because of your relationship with him. You didn’t want him to tease or make fun of you.

The realization that you thought he would do that, that his past behavior had made you think that, made him gulp down a load of guilt. “No jokes, I promise. I just want you to be okay,” he said.

You allowed him to hold you, taking a moment to take some deep breath. You leaned heavily on Steve, unable to put weight on her ankle. “You’ve gotten yourself all wet now for no reason . . . Also, I don’t think I can walk,” you muttered.

“Well I’d say that it’s for a good reason, then, if you can’t walk,” Steve pointed out. “Can I carry you?”

You let out a long, slightly dramatic sigh. “If you must . . .” You said, knowing that Steve would have to carry you no matter what you said.

Steve smiled in amusement and gently picked you up. You wrapped your arms around his neck and he gingerly carried you back to the tent. It was a bit of a struggle to unzip the tent and actually get inside, but teamwork made the dream work and you two handled it.

Steve set you down on your sleeping bag before stepping away. “Lemme just change quickly,” he muttered, before turning away and changing into warm and dry clothes. You waited patiently, although you were cold and in pain yourself.

When he was finished, he knelt down beside you and gave you a small smile. “Okay, I have some stuff for the jellyfish sting,” he said, before digging into the bag he had packed.

You watched him, distracted from the pain. “Some might get the idea that you were an army nurse instead of a soldier with how good you are at this,” you teased, admiring how he seemed to know just what to do and what to grab.

“I spent a lot of time patching Bucky up as kids,” Steve explained, flashing a grin.

“I bet,” you said.

He carefully worked on treating your sting and when you felt his fingers against your flesh, you couldn’t help but flinch a little bit. Just the fact that he was so close was causing butterflies to swarm in your stomach, which then in turn made you blush. Not only that, but of course Steve’s touch was the softest and the kindest.

Steve glanced up at your face, his grin blooming into a smug smirk. “Are you warm, darling? Your face is rather red,” he teased.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as you felt his breath, skin tingling. You were sure your blush had just deepened, and by the even smugger look on Steve’s face, it had. “On the contrary, I’m quite cold,” you changed the topic, referencing your wet clothes and the water.

When you first realized you might be attracted to Steve, it was when he got all mad at you for disobeying an order on a mission. You thought he was rather cute and hot when he was mad and barely listened to his scolding. But, you pushed it all down and was determined to hate him instead. You refused to admit you were attracted to someone who was able to crawl under your skin like he was, that just seemed to know how to annoy you the most and exploit it . . .

Now, though, you were seeing a different, non-annoying side of the famed Captain America.

Steve glanced at you and nodded in sympathy. “I’m almost done,” he assured you, before finishing up the treatment and applying a bandage. He then moved onto your ankle, muttering a small apology when you winced when his touch was too hard and hurt. “I don’t think you’ve broken it, but I’ll still wrap it just in case.” He did just that and got an ice pack for it.

You let out a content sigh at the coolness of it and leaned back. “Can I get your pajamas?” Steve asked, gesturing to your bag. A part of you didn’t want to appear weak and wanted to do it yourself, and Steve seemed to sense your hesitation. “Don’t worry, I still know that you can tear me down with just your words alone. Just let me help you. I won’t think any less of you and I’m more than happy to do it.”

At that, you gave in and nodded. “I might milk your help for a while, then,” you said, only half-teasing. The thought of sitting back and relaxing while Steve got you what you needed was tempting. Less for you to have to do, right?

He pulled out a Mickey Mouse themed t-shirt and black shorts, tilting his head to the side. “Cute,” he teased right back.

You rolled your eyes. “I just threw in whatever was in my drawer,” you defended yourself, catching the pajamas when he tossed them to you.

Steve just nodded and turned around, giving you your privacy. It took a little longer than normal, more difficult with your injuries, but you managed to get the pajamas on. “You can turn around now,” you told him.

Steve did and walked over, looking at your sleeping bag. “That will not be comfortable. I have a blanket we can share if you sleep on top of the sleeping bag,” he said, going to grab it.

You raised your eyebrows, but didn’t say no. “Are you sure?” You asked, shifting so you were fully on top of the sleeping bag.

Steve nodded with a smile. He laid down on his sleeping bag next to you and then draped the blanket over the both of you. “Good night, then?” He asked.

“Good night,” you said, returning his smile. You could not believe you were getting along with Steve Rogers, but you liked it.

Steve turned off the lamp next to him, plunging you both in the darkness. The only sounds that could be heard were the crickets outside. A couple minutes passed as you both got comfortable, but it didn’t take long for Steve to notice that you were shivering from the cold.

He pursed his lips unhappily. Even though he had been annoyed by your “recklessness”, he knew at his heart that you weren’t really reckless, you just didn’t like to listen to him. And, deep down, he knew that a part of him liked it. He liked that you were the one challenging him because it was . . . You. You had this way about you, this confidence and spark and fun. Not to mention, in Steve’s eyes, you were beautiful. But had had convinced himself that it would never work. You guys were too different, right? But ever since you got hurt, he couldn’t allow himself to ignore it anymore.

He wanted you and, if he was right, had a feeling that you wanted him, too.

Then, he saw you begin to swat at the bugs again, and smiled fondly. “Wow, still?” He said, his voice low and deep.

You let out a frustrated huff. “They won’t go away!” You complained.

An idea came to Steve and he decided to take a chance. “How about I shield you, then?” He suggested.

You paused, turning to him. “Huh?” You asked, confused.

Steve shifted closer and wrapped his arms around you, your head falling against his chest, nestled under his chin. When you didn’t move away or protest, he wrapped one leg around both of yours. “See? I’ve become your human shield. The bugs won’t get you now,” he said.

At first, being so close to Steve made the butterflies in your stomach fly around, but you began to relax after a moment. When the blond started running his fingers through your hair, you knew he was doing it to lull you to sleep. “This is just you wanting to cuddle with me, Rogers,” you teased, your voice sleepy.

“Maybe . . . But you like it. You’re gonna be out like a light within minutes,” he teased right back.

You let out a small, quiet hum and sure enough, proved Steve right. It took no time at all for your eyes to stay closed and for you to succumb to sleep. When Steve noticed, he just smiled, only stopping running his fingers through your hair when he fell asleep himself. Despite laying on the ground through sleeping bags, it was the most comfortable of sleep either of you had ever had.

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reddragon-cowboy · 8 months

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CW: Anti-blackness, Racism.

I usually don't make posts of this nature, but something had to be addressed since it involves my racial identity as a black women. This involves my experience in the server with one individual.

This is a post to share my experience concerning an individual who displayed direct and indirect racial prejudice towards me in the @bebopcrew server. First and foremost, I must say that the Bebop crew is an amazing server and, although I am particularly shy as it can take me awhile to feel comfortable enough to socialize in groups, the members there made me feel welcomed and supported me, as well as many writers/artists alike.

But one member in particular, @/Drasino, stood out to me that treated me differently than the rest. I thought I could put the situation behind me and let it rest, but due to seeing them on my dash often continuously calls back to mind what occurred.

This happened when I had begun to try to come out of my shell, attempting to socialize and engage in conversations in certain channels. I left a compliment on some insight they shared in a channel, but I never got a response that showed he acknowledged me. I also tried to engage in them again, but he didn't acknowledge me and proceeded to ignore me. Interestingly, he would engage with other people in the server and their stuff, but nope, not me.

Ironically, a day or so later right after, Drasino posted an image where he outwardly mocked the Afrikaan language. That was the first red flag for me. I asked one of the admins about what they posted, what his intention and motives could be about the crude image. The admin got right on it and confronted Drasino about it, to which he acted oblivious and played innocent. But after that incident, the admin updated the rules to emphasize how racist and other toxic content, comments, or memes are not allowed.

Afterward, there wasn't no more images of that sort again. However, he proceeded to deliberately ignore me and my stuff while engaging and initiating conversations with other people. I also tried to involve a few people in a channel where he and other people were talking, which he easily could've engaged with me as well, but instead, he proceeded to switch over to another channel to try initiate a totally other conversation, again, deliberately and willingly trying to exclude me from his presence. There was also a comment a admin told me where Drasino made a joke about monkeys as well.

All of these things began to pile up. Even though he acted oblivious about the picture he posted, you have to remember, Drasino, ACTIONS SPEAK LOUDER THAN WORDS. THE WAY YOU TREAT OTHERS IS ENOUGH TO KNOW THE TYPE OF PERSON YOU ARE. I am not stupid; I knew exactly what you were doing, and your actions towards me further proved my case. I do my utmost best to extend kindness towards others, try to make others feel welcomed, and I don't like it when others feel left out. I extended kindness towards and courtesy towards him in the same manner as I try for anyone else. But he didn't for me; the fact I'm the only black person ( plus with the only black oc) in the server who he outwardly and deliberately chose to not give me the same courtesy and respect as he gave other people stuck out like a sore thumb. Plus, that image was all I needed to know because he knew exactly what he was doing and proceeded to downright ignore me.

This type of behavior something I wouldn't expect to experience in this type of community, but here we are. Shinichro Watanabe created a show with a diverse cast of characters; Cowboy Bebop is abundant with diversity of different languages, cultures, ethnicities, and nationalities-it is an element I love about the show. Anyone who is a fan should understand and appreciate the message and vision that Watanabe delivered for us. If Watanabe appreciates and respect others, no matter their race, culture, or language, a fan of his work should share that same openness. With that being said, showing racial prejudice, anti-blackness, xenophobia, or any other type of prejudice towards another person is completely unacceptable here.

I decided to make this post to make others aware of my experience with this individual, and for others who look like me to be wary of their company, so they don't also have to go through the same thing I experienced.

#antiblackness tw #racism tw #( ooc ) the mun.#drama tw #discourse tw #cowboy bebop

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hskinhome · 4 months

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IMPORTANT UPDATE - TWO WEEK BAN.

I really thought about including the person's URL in here, because they sent this off anon, but I'm going to be nice because I also don't want them to get an asston of flak for being the cause of this.

Regardless, this is the third fucking ask about system intricacies. I didn't think the other two posts were that watered down, but clearly, they are, so let me say it louder for the people in the back.

We have not, will not, and will not ever handle asks about systems along the lines of this, or the prior two asks (here and here).

This is not a place to ask us about your system and your system's intricacies. We are not therapists. None of us are any licensed professionals to any degree-- At best, the only certificate any of us has to my knowledge is that I am ServSafe certified, and that's for food handling. This is something that you, and you alone, would find out eventually.

This isn't funny.

It's not cute.

I'm fucking tired of it. We all are.

I tried being nice about it. I tried giving my advice. I tried redirecting people.

This is the final straw and a show that we were serious about the ban.

As of this post, any new asks about systems (fictives/introjects/etc) outside of canon calls will be automatically deleted. For the next two weeks, we will not be handling any requests about y'all. Any asks in the box will remain in the box and be answered as normal.

One ruins it for the many, but until people get their shit together and make it fucking click in their heads, this is the length we're having to go to.

The next time this happens, it will be a total ban. Full stop.

On that note, if you are ever unsure if your ask would fall under the guideline that may cause the ban, you can ALWAYS reach out to me (@drkvrs) or Nepeta (@sinfulauthor) and ask.

Please, for the love of god, just ask. It's so much easier to be gentler one-on-one versus having to do shit like this.

Thank you. This has been a general PSA.

/Mod Eridan (Author) & the Mod Team

#Mod Eridan #Chit Chat #Literally so TIRED of this.#I'm sorry I'm definitely snapping but how many times do I SPECIFICALLY need to repeat myself.#ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

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WiP: Stranger Things

Well, I tried to write a thing but life got in the way (aka I thru my back out? wtf is that about?) Don’t know if I’ll wind up finishing it even though I’d really wanted to for @doodlethings birthday (and you should ALL check out their Steddie drawings they are PERFECTION) so here, have nearly 2k of what was gearing up to be a Stranger Things Steddie fic but for now it’s just... I dunno. Characters being characters. Or something. Anyway, post Season 4, so spoilers for that, etc. Let me know if you like it, maybe I’ll get a second wind and actually finish the damn thing, who knows. Sigh. The Baby-Sitters Club #1 - Robin’s Great Idea

Hawkins is burning.

Which, to be fair, is nothing new. It’s been months of ash raining from the sky, of fissures fracturing underground and swallowing buildings whole, of FEMA and the Red Cross and way more church disaster relief groups than Steve can remember setting up shop and helping and leaving only to arrive again at the next wave of fires and fissures and disasters and the next and the next…

And even that is only the public stuff. There’s the years it’s been close to total destruction, held together with essentially El’s psychic equivalent of duct tape and, well, yeah.

So Hawkins is burning. Again. Big whoop.

“I’m just saying, maybe we ought to get away for a bit,” Robin says, her feet on the dash as they wait in the parking lot in front of the cluster of trailers that’s passing for the high school these days. “See the sights outside of Hawkins. Breathe air that doesn’t taste like an ashtray for a few days. You remember air, Steve, don’t you? Clean air?”

Robin’s getting louder and closer the more fixated she becomes on this idea, her hand finding Steve’s bicep and squeezing until he finally has to nudge her away with a: “Yeah, yeah, clean air. I remember it, jeez,” before she chokes his arm to death like a boa constrictor.

“Look at this shit. Just look at it,” Robin taps at the window, as if Steve needs a visual aid when the ash hasn’t let up in four months. “This isn’t clean air. This is like the opposite. The furthest thing from. Next thing you know they’re gonna bring in a camera crew to film an environmental PSA only instead of some old Native American dude crying it’ll be a dumpy middle-aged Hoosier dad. It’ll be Mr. Wheeler, and they’ll zoom in on his face and one single tear will be coming down,” she paints an invisible line on her cheek with an index finger, and contorts her face into a truly ridiculous frown until Steve can’t help but snort a laugh. Robin’s grin is bright as she continues: “And his thick glasses will get all fogged up. Just imagine it, it’ll be so sad. So very, very sad. Are you imagining it?”

The thing of it is, he’s not even lying when he says: “Yeah, yup. Imagining it,” because if there’s one thing Robin is it’s good with words. Or at least, she’s good with words that Steve can follow. Usually. For the most part. Granted, she uses a lot of them, so it’s kind of that law of averages thing that he vaguely remembers hearing about in Statistics class way back when. That thing where, because she tries every word known to man in a single sitting, Steve’s bound to grasp some of them eventually.

“So?” she asks with a blink of her big, blue eyes. The late afternoon sun has to work hard to slice through the thick clouds above, but it’s bright enough to find Robin’s nose through the windshield, to highlight the smattering of freckles across her face as she stares at him, waiting for a response.

“Clean air could be cool, I guess,” Steve mutters with a shrug, cutting his eyes back to the trailers just as an alarm sounds out the end of the school day.

There aren’t many kids still around Hawkins—most families got out back in the spring when the going was good—so it’s a sad little trickle that lets out, making their way down the stairs of their trailers which rock a bit with the movement. It’s nothing like the rush of people Steve remembers back when he was the king of Hawkins High, back when the student population was a sea that parted for anyone in a letterman jacket like they were that dude from the Bible, the one that parted the sea. Or maybe he walked on it—or was that a flood?—something like that, Steve never really did pay attention to that church shit back when his parents were around to drag him in every Sunday.

Now that Hawkins is ground zero for every Satan-fighting crusader in the Midwest, he’s even less inclined to give a shit about Christianity. Especially since all those brain-dead Bible thumpers seem to agree that, as far as they’re concerned, Satan’s name starts with an ‘E’ and ends with an ‘ddie Munson’ and that, well, that makes Steve want to do things like pick up a bat and go to town on every stained glass window the Presbyterian church has left.

Robin pokes his knuckles where they're gripping the steering wheel, scarred skin now bone white from how tight he's holding on, and with a start he lets go. He wipes his palms against his legs, rucking up his twill pastel blue shorts up his thighs even higher. Not that they're sweaty or anything, but it gives him something to do so he doesn't have to think about why, whenever he starts to think about Eddie Munson lately, a pit to rival any Upside Down gate opens in his guts.

"You good?"

"Yeah," Steve answers with a scoff. "Why wouldn't I be?" and Robin at least has the decency not to say anything else about it, even if her eyebrows are creased together with worry.

He catches sight of his band of merry misfits and pops the locks as they trudge closer. He waits. And waits. And waits some more, before hitting the button on the power windows and mutters "Would it kill them to pick up the pace?" to no one in particular before shouting out: “Come on, Henderson, Sinclair, Byers, Wheeler, Hopper, let’s go, go, go,” as he pounds on the outside of his driver’s side door.

When the door finally opens, Steve grouses “You know, maybe the rest of these dweebs I’m not surprised at, but you, Sinclair? You? You were on the basketball team. Where’s that hustle? Where’s that drive, huh?”

Lucas rolls his eyes as he tosses his backpack in, the rest of the brat pack following close behind as they all pile in, one by one, as Dustin whines: “Are you out of your mind? That new grape flavor absolutely ruined Fruity Pebbles."

"Well. Agree to disagree," Lucas shoots back, settling into his seat.

Mike, El, and Will squeeze their way into the back row, and for every twinge of regret Steve gets now and then for trading in his maroon BMW for an ‘84 Dodge Caravan, it's nothing compared to the ache of relief he feels somewhere around his demobat scars whenever he's got his entire brood together in one place.

The minivan might not be the sexiest thing that’s ever rumbled down the roads of Indiana, but he doesn’t even care anymore. Sex, once almost synonymous with the Steve Harrington name, is now the furthest thing from his mind. The change has been building for a while now, pretty much ever since his first taste of that whole, weird world just beside this one, but ever since the showdown with Venca a few months back Steve has all but lost interest. Girls and dates and sliding through the bases, it just doesn't do it for him anymore.

Now his life is simpler. Quieter. He picks up hours at the grocery store for cash, and helps out with whatever volunteer effort is in town, and ferries around his twerps whenever he can, and at the end of the day he crashes face first into the narrow, stupid bed of the RV camper he never bothered to return. Wake up and do it all again the next day.

True, there's a whole thing with El laying low as Jane, and Will's goosebumps, and being on the lookout for the next great disaster that's going to hit any day now, but even that is whatever. It doesn't take up much of his attention. He leaves that crap to everyone else. Say the word, he'll be there, ready to kick ass and take names but until then his life is this:

A minivan with faux wood panel siding, and a Robin riding shotgun, and five (sometimes six, on the rare occasions that Erica decides to grace them with her presence) little jerks bitching and moaning and arguing about Fruity fucking Pebbles behind him.

“It’s disgusting,” Dustin declares. “It’s trash, it besmirches the names of Fred Flintstone and Barney Rubble, and Post cereal should be ashamed of themself for this stunt. Come on, somebody. Back me up here!”

“I like it,” El says, voice soft and through the rear view mirror Steve can see her shy, one-shouldered shrug and quirked half-smile. For a kid with all the power in the world, she’s still so quiet most of the time. It’s easy to forget she could probably crush them all like a Coke can with just a thought if she ever had a reason to.

Steve’s not used to people having an advantage in life without being more than willing to take it, to lord it over people or worse, turn it into a weapon, be it that they’re stronger or smarter or richer or come from a long line of guys with a great head of hair. Survival of the fittest, as his dad always liked to say, but Eleven seems perfectly content to stay small, and unassuming, and curl up next to Mike in the back. There’s something about that almost feels like permission? in a way? For Steve to not worry so much that, for all that he’s older, he’s been well and truly whipped by a ragtag group of children into being their stooge. Even if it does piss him off that no one is listening when he yells through the chaos: “Okay. Seat belts, we all got our seat belts on back there?”

“I like it, too!” Mike agrees, a little too eager to take El’s side, and Dustin rolls his eyes so hard it’s a wonder they don’t rattle out of his skull completely.

“Safety first, guys. Come on—”

“Honestly,” Will chimes in. “I just think it’s weird they have a cereal that’s basically like ‘here, kids, eat some rocks for breakfast.’”

“I paid for the extra row of seats—“

“I mean, Pop Rocks are, you know, also rocks. But in candy form,” Lucas points out.

“Yeah,” Will agrees. “And that’s weird, too, when you think about it.”

“ —the least you little shits could do is buckle up.”

“So then don’t think about it!” Dustin yells.

“Well,” Lucas says with a sigh. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Wait, isn't Fred Flintstone’s daughter called ‘Pebbles’?” Mike asks.

“Oh, because that makes sense, we’re eating Fred’s child instead of—”

“I never said—”

Robin launches herself forward, twisting at the radio dials until the Miami Sound Machine is blasting through the minivan, Gloria Estefan crooning how words get in the way as everyone slaps their palms to their ears. When Robin turns it down again, everyone has been cowed into silence and her raspy voice is smug when she says: “There. Brutal, but effective. Anyway, you were saying, Steve?”

“Oh, uh,” he answers with a blink. “Right, yeah. Seat belts on.”

This time they actually do it, even if Dustin is muttering to himself: ”Of course Steve is listening to mom music.”

“Hey, dude, come on. It was the radio. I don’t control the radio.”

“Sure, sure. I believe you,” Dustin says, dripping with sarcasm. “I toooootally believe you. Mom.”

“Hey,” Robin raises a finger in warning and Steve doesn’t need to spare another look sideways to see she’s not as serious as she’s pretending to be. “Show some goddamn respect.” She settles back into her seat. “That’s Mr. Mom to you.”

#DarkIsRising fic #stranger things #wip #season four spoilers

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wickedsrest-rp · 1 year

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Welcome to our weekly round-up! We do these every week to provide plot drops, highlight starters posted that week, and share other information about the setting. Anyone is welcome to use these bullet points in starters, plots, anons etc. Also let us know if you want us to include one of your setting-related plots in here for next week by sending us a bullet point!

What’s new in town?:

Something not quite right is in the air as the impact of the mining accident proves to be more far-reaching than anyone anticipated. Check out our ongoing plot of the week for ways to interact!

Darkling Lake was cleared out early after many witnessed a panicked woman who appeared to be turning into an obsidian statue. She tripped and sunk into the water before she could be questioned. This has caused residents to believe the ooze from the cracks can now affect people. While authorities have assured residents the incident was a prank, their lack of concrete evidence has failed to remove the concern.

Late Sunday evening as the sun set, La Sauce spouted out an alarming amount of the strange black ooze it's known for. While the area is currently roped off by law enforcement, since people in some louder areas of town have appeared to randomly have their mouths zipped shut.

Art Walk has a new mural and it is jarring to say the least. Three lone bagels upon a mountain of cream cheese seem to be staring back at people despite the fact they lack eyes. If someone looks back in just the right spot, they may find a new found enthusiasm for bagels and spreading the word of Bagelism. Others are finding their shoes randomly completely submerged in cream cheese throughout the day, but that's probably a coincidence.

Starters:

Alex is both amused and concerned by the traveling Spongebob statue on campus and is looking for answers

Jasper wishes the art students would stop with the meme art but that doesn't mean it's okay to mess with student's work

Cassius is unsurprised that the crabs are decidedly cursed, but he wasn't expecting a crab rave

Being a good citizen, Ren warns the residents of Wicked's Rest to avoid a particularly rude man

Fang advises people stay away from the Claw at Rock Lobstah, but also plugs her cheap crab removal services

Teagan doesn't know who Spongebob is but she is decidedly unsettled his statue is following her

Stinky air got you down? Metzli too. They're sorry in advance if they try to fight you

It is urgent that Nora gets an address. Can you help?

Place your bets, Bridie has Battle of the Bots going on. Which knife equipped roomba will steal the win?

Just Beau sending the internet well wishes in this most normal of ways while sharing masterful artistry

Milo is eagerly awaiting being able to get and play the new Zelda game, so share your gaming experiences

Luis has questions about who named cat things and why it's called a primodorial pouch

PSA to Jo's Neighbor: No one wants to listen to Karma Chameleon 18 times in a row

#wrw #wickeds rest weekly

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Hello all. Panda here.

Since my recent post of addressing the drama that happened in February, I thought it would be best to do a follow up.

Firstly, I would like to clear a few things up. My intention for my PSA was not to attack or harass anyone involved, but to critique and bring awareness to the situation and explain why it wasn’t okay.

Secondly, despite what has happened, I don’t hold any ill will towards any of the anons. I may not be very happy with what they had to say about me, but it what it is. I learned a long time ago, that unfortunately, you can’t change people’s opinions of you. And that’s okay. Because the opinions of the people you care about are all that matter.

Thirdly, I truly do hope that whoever has been anonymously sending death threats is caught and held accountable for what they have caused. Kisame didn’t deserve it, the anons didn’t deserve it, no one did.

I just want to put the situation behind me, as I’m sure everyone else involved does. I am not asking anyone to choose sides, and I’m not going to judge you for interacting/wanting to interact with anyone. Just know that you are welcome here, and that this is a safe space. All I ask is that the drama is not brought up or for hate to be sent to anyone.

Thank you all, and have a wonderful day/afternoon/evening ❤️

#ooc #say it louder for the people in the back (psa)#naruto rp #naruto roleplay #naruto #roleplay #rp

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causalitylinked · 1 year

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MINOR UPDATE.

With it being my birthday, I have now updated my age to be 26 in my pinned post.

Replies/asks on this blog will be worked on tomorrow! Thank you for your patience and understanding.

#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• OUT OF SPOONS — ⧼ livi please shut up. ⧽ 』#█ ▓『 ✦ ⸂ •• PSA — ⧼ say it louder for the people in the back. ⧽ 』#[ if you need me i'll be over on my oc blog ]#[ but yeah I JUST WANNA WRITE SELF-INDULGENT BIRTHDAY STUFF WITH VIVIAN ]#[ so replies and the like will have to come tomorrow ]#[ UNFORTUNATELY... ]

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firstplant · 1 year

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((ooc tags))

ooc; well fuck me gently with a chainsaw

ooc art; Art of Achilles

others art; now this. this is beautiful

psas; say it louder for the people in the back

self promo; check me out!

promo; check them out!

prompts & memes; do it for the vine

starter call; let me tell you something

thread wishlist; i want that

queue; don’t wait up

#ooc; well fuck me gently with a chainsaw #ooc art; Art of Achilles #others art; now this. this is beautiful #psas; say it louder for the people in the back #self promo; check me out!#promo; check them out!#prompts & memes; do it for the vine #starter call; let me tell you something #thread wishlist; i want that #queue; don’t wait up

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crowdvscritic · 2 years

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round up // JUNE 22

Big action! Twisty plots! They can only mean one thing: summer. Big blockbusters are back in theaters, and so am I! This month’s list of recommendations is on the short side, but there are still top 10 picks, including three movies fresh to the big screen or streaming.

June Crowd-Pleasers

1. Top Gun: Maverick (2022)

The kind of blockbuster that is making people who aren’t passionate about movies to become passionate about this movie. I’ve talked with many in the last few weeks who have said they haven’t seen or don’t like the 1986 Top Gun or action movies in general, but they all left in love with this sequel. As one who is passionate about movies and loves Top Gun, I also gotta say it took my breath away. Be sure to see it on the big screen for the ultimate thrill ride. Crowd: 10/10 // Critic: 8/10

2. Chip ’n Dale: Rescue Rangers (2022)

Apparently Rescue Rangers was a TV show starring Chip and Dale in the late ‘80s and early ‘90s—that means nothing to me. What does mean something to me: John Mulaney and Andy Samberg teaming up to voice animated chipmunks and inviting their pals (like Will Arnett, Keegan Michael-Key, Chris Parnell, Seth Rogen, Paul Rudd, J.K. Simmons, and—wait, Steve Curtis Chapman?) to join this hilarious Who Framed Roger Rabbit?-style adventure. Now make Aunt-Man, you cowards! Crowd: 9/10 // Critic: 8/10

3. Double Feature—Police Action Thrillers: Chaos (2005) + Copshop (2021)

Fun fact about me: I’ll watch Jason Statham in pretty much anything, and…I’m pretty much on my way to doing that. Chaos (Crowd: 8/10 // Critic: 6/10) is one of the most watchable action B-movies he’s been in (and believe me, “watchable” is higher praise for his canon than you’d think—you can only remake The Italian Job so many times). Statham, Ryan Phillippe, and Wesley Snipes lead a twisty bank robbery plot that may surprise you even with its hackneyed setup. That’s also true for Copshop (Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 6.5/10), which is a twisty prison break plot Gerard Butler, Frank Grillo, and Alexis Louder turn into something fun. Pair these movies together for an afternoon of action comfort food.

4. Jurassic World Dominion (2022)

Look, we can sit around and pick at its flaws, but that is not this review. Here are three things I loved about this movie (which is part of a franchise you know I love):

Dominion is by far the most intellectually curious of the World movies, asking big questions about ethics in science, how we cope with impending disaster, and our responsibility to each other. These are all-time questions but feel especially relevant to our time in how they're presented, and I don’t think any Jurassic movie has been this curious since ’93.

It reunited my Avengers (Laura Dern, Jeff Goldblum, and Sam Neill) and gave them appropriate and consistent arcs for each of them, not just cameos! Even better, it let Goldblum be Goldblum, which was my biggest wish for this movie.

It featured some of the most fun set pieces of the World series: That chase in Malta! A triple giant dino fight! Scary locust! Even better, homages to the past and the fresh-to-the-franchise ideas were in balance.

Maybe another day I will write about the things that did not work, but I'm still reveling in the Dern and dinos at the moment. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 7/10

5. Runaway Jury (2003)

2003: My dad dragged me to see this in theaters though I insisted I wasn't interested. To this day it is still only one of two movies I've ever fallen asleep during at the cinema. (The other was Master and Commander, which I did want to see. Apparently 2003 was a bad year for holding my attention.)

Father's Day 2022: Finally finished it with Dad! Though I’m feeling validated this movie was not for a pre-teen me, it’s quite fun for adults who understand of how juries work. Gene Hackman and Dustin Hoffman are competing to chew the most scenery, and John Cusack and Rachel Weisz may or may not be your classic John Grisham heroes to root for in this twisty conspiracy plot. PSA: I am ready for John Cusack to make a comeback at anytime. If you have any influence in the matter, I appreciate you using it to make whatever we're watching better. All team-ups with Joan welcome. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 8/10

June Critic Picks

1. It’s Always Fair Weather (1953)

I don’t care what you say—Gene Kelly’s tap dance in roller skates here confirms my love for the terrible-yet-delightful Xanadu. The Turner Classic Movies intro informed me this was pitched as a sequel to On the Town but was reworked when Frank Sinatra and Jules Munshin were unavailable. Knowing this does make me wish the OG team could’ve reunited for that vision—the other two guys felt like filler, not like a part of a true ensemble—but I’m such a sucker for Kelly and Cyd Charisse that their dancing and the fun premise covers those weaknesses. Crowd: 7/10 // Critic: 7.5/10

2. And the Oscar Goes to… Podcast

TCM host Jacqueline Stewart is putting together a podcast about pivotal Oscar ceremonies? You don’t have to tell me twice to subscribe. Listen for insight on how the Academy Awards overlap with politics, social change, the history of film in in 1940, 1957, 1973, 2002, and more.

3. Margin Call (2011)

I can’t pretend I understand all the economic, um, stuff in this inspired-by-the-2008-financial-collapse drama, but I do understand the power of a top-notch cast to create suspense even with a clueless audience. Paul Bettany, Jeremy Irons, Demi Moore, Zachary Quinto, Stanley Tucci, and more will get you invested even if you’re like me and have zero interest in Wall Street. Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

4. Good Reads

A miscellaneous Round Up of links that appeared in my inbox and Twitter feed I’m happy to put in yours.

“The Jonas Brothers Are 'Better' Than They've Ever Been: 'We're Having the Time of Our Lives,’” People.com (2022) - I’ve never felt more seen than when People listed 100 reasons to love American and made the Jonas Brothers #1

“The 25 Most Quintessential 1980s Soundtracks, From Top Gun and Footloose to Do the Right Thing and Repo Man,” Variety.com (2022) - Because no other decade has done soundtracks like the ‘80s

“A New Golden Age Emerges for O.G. Film Stars,” HollywoodReporter.com (2022) - A follow-up of my recommendations of Top Gun: Maverick and Jurassic World Dominion

“Labor Exploitation, Explained by Minions,” Vox.com (2022) - This is a little ridiculous—few things in life deserve to be analyzed less than the Minions—but it’s so well-written I couldn’t help but get a kick out of it

“What Would You Like to Know?” Vulture.com (2022) - You know I wouldn’t scroll past a Joe Alwyn profile

“I’m Not Afraid of Stephen King Books Because I Know Maine Isn’t Real,” McSweeneys.net (2022)

“The Lord of the Rings Hobbit Stars Reunite for 'Smash It Out of the Park' Dinner,” EW.com (2022) - My heart!

5. Letter From an Unknown Woman (1948)

Joan Fontaine strikes again! Here she’s a lovesick groupie of a handsome pianist (Louis Jourdan) who basically wills a relationship with him into existence. It’s a tragic romance that will make you swoon over their affair and the gowns. Another entry on my Letterboxd list “’40s Gals Just Trying to Live Their Best Lives BUT SOCIETY.” Crowd: 8.5/10 // Critic: 9/10

Also this June…

My Best Picture Project continues slowly but surely with How Green Was My Valley, aka the film that beat Citizen Kane for Best Picture. If this kind of movie isn’t your cup of tea, this especially slow-paced drama won’t be for you. But if historical family dramas make you feel warm and cozy, it’s worth checking out. Read my Crowd and Critic reviews.

On SO IT’S A SHOW?, Kyla and I released a new episode the HBO sitcom(?) The Comeback. What real life lawsuit may have inspired a storyline on the show? Is it possible for a show to be cringier than the character of April Nardini on Gilmore Girls? (Spoiler alert: Yes.) And what on Earth is the “that” no one wants to see? Get the documentary crew ready to follow us on our journey!

And in ep. 123, Lorelai is comparing Rory’s new apartment to an Irish memoir and a ‘70s sitcom—you know, like you do all the time. How were we introduced to these references by two modern sitcoms? What do Harry Potter actors have to do with Angela’s Ashes? Can you still go to the Sanford and Son junkyard? And are Rory’s new digs with Paris really as bad as the homes Lorelai is referencing?

#Round Up #Chaos #Copshop #Jurassic World Dominion #Runaway Jury #It's Always Fair Weather #Margin Call #Letter From an Unknown Woman #Top Gun: Maverick #Chip ’n Dale: Rescue Rangers

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