#Dylan-esque

[mr-e-nigma]

“How do you manage having four hyperfixations at once? How is that possible? How in the hell are you doing that?” It’s really quite simple

Ted Raimi is in three of them, and Bruce Campbell is in two of them, and connective tissue between things that’s even just the same actor being in them is enough for my brain to double team hyperfixations. One of them has crossed over with two of the others multiple times in the past. That same one is also referenced and paralleled heavily in the remaining one that it hasn’t ever crossed over with. Hope this helps.

#I haven’t read the aod/xwp comics yet I still gotta do that #evil dead and re-animator are like a cinematic universe to me #the quarry is also here I love dylan and his forcibly assigned ash williams-esque traits #and also travis hackett my best friend travis hackett #tangentially hyperfixation related #ted raimi #bruce campbell #evil dead #re-animator #xena: warrior princess #the quarry

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Well ya knees either side but like the upward downward movement.. couldn’t figure out if my feet needed to be there and I needed to be squatting up and down??? With my man I can’t really make it work hahahah

I mean, that works...

but that's a LOT of squatting, bruh. This is why I take the one foot planted, one knee bent (so my weight on that side is on my shin and knee) approach. You could try this. It helps cheat the position you're talking about with both feet planted. You can also try the leaning forward thing I mentioned in the original ask and have him lift from the bed. He has more leverage in his position, so it's easier for him to take an active role even though you're on top?

But again, and I can't stress this enough, work with your partner to find a rhythm that doesn't require you to bounce as much and see if that might do the trick.

anon is furthering discussion from their previous ask HERE.

#as I said in a post earlier today... this isn't my favorite position #and the weak quads is part of the reason ;) #I gotta hit leg day #but you can work around the issues your describing #am I giving sex advice now? #trashy advice #ask #anon #anon ask #curious anon is curious #hubs #hubs ask #personal #not dylan #if you don't want to see my Dr. Laura-esque posts #please filter the trashy advice tag #<3

[a-simple-spiders-oc-dump]

The Kiddos From Universe 1 At Calypso Water Park

so one of my favourite character-building exercises I like to do is figure out how my OCs would act going to the theme park I used to go to a lot when I was in high school - Calypso Water Park. and while I've done this for the Realm Kiddos before, I haven't done it RECENTLY, and especially not since the canon shift. so fuck it!! we ball!!

Lydia is very much the Mom Friend of the group. She's the one who makes sure everyone's brought everything they need before heading out, and the one who pesters everyone to put on sunscreen (on Trinity's behalf). She's not the biggest fan of a lot of the slides, but she'll go on the smaller ones, especially if they're two-person slides and only one member of the group wants to go on 'em. Otherwise, she spends the day relaxing in the lazy river and spending time with Trinity to make sure she feels included. Probably gets a stomach ache from eating ice cream and then immediately getting roped into going on slides.

Sinclair is ADAMANT about going on literally every single slide in the park, probably bragging the whole time that these slides are child's play for them. In reality, they're fucking terrified of slides like Adrenaline (basically a straight drop), and completely chicken out at the Aqua Loops. They do get very competitive during races the group have on the Fast Track, and eventually it's just Sinclair and Sydney doing the ride over and over again until one of them is the definitive victor. The two bond afterwards over their bruised stomachs and somehow managing to steal the entirety of their meals (because both of them decided the food was super overpriced and thus it was stupid to pay for it).

Cynthia is largely just trying to keep track of everyone, since that's just instinct for her at this point, but after some time she starts to relax and do what she wants. I think the wave pool would be her favourite attraction, and she'd spend a bunch of time there just seeing how long she can last against the waves in the deep end of the pool (probably having a friendly competition with Dylan to see who can last the longest at least once.) She doesn't care too much for the slides, not because she's scared of them - they just don't really interest her. Still has a relatively good day against all odds!

Dylan is going fucking EVERYWHERE. He's doing Fast Track races with Sydney, Sinclair and the twins. He's going on Canyon Rafting with as much of the group as he can gather in one place. He's lounging in the lazy river. He's surviving the wave pool with Cynthia. He's eating a big hot dog and then immediately going back into it and then needs to rest on one of the lounge chairs in front of the wave pool because he gave himself a stomach cramp. Dylan is in his element here and he's having the TIME OF HIS LIFE. I think he might end up going into a bit of a funk for a few days afterwards because he got so much serotonin from this trip that he simply cannot get in his daily life. Plans on making this an annual event the second they leave the park at the end of the day.

Morgan loudly complains the whole time everyone is planning this excursion, calling it a waste of time, saying it's dumb baby shit, asking to stay home... But then everyone gets to the park and they learn that Morgan has a well-hidden thrill-seeking side. Sinclair TRIES to go on every slide in the park, but Morgan SUCCEEDS. Although, this comes with a downside... There are multiple slides that require two people that only Sinclair, or worse, Sydney are willing to go on with her. She definitely bullies Sinclair over being scared of the Aqua Loops and rubs it in their face when she does it, like, "see? I survived the big scary plastic slides. coward." Sinclair will probably seethe over this for the next week.

Sydney. is. fucking. ELATED. You just brought the Realm's biggest thrill-seeker to a water park that claims to have the fastest slides in the world! Peak enrichment!! Much like Dylan, she's absolutely everywhere, and it's really hard to track her down. Much like Morgan, she also goes on every single ride in the park, minus a couple because she got so caught up with the Fast Track bullshit. She and Sinclair get to do crime together too, which is just a nice bonus. She does get some weird looks due to her extensive scars, because sometimes people suck, but Sydney Could Not Care Less About This, There Are Slides To Be Conquered And Friends To Compete With Over Stupid Shit.

Trinity is deathly afraid of heights. This means basically every slide is off-limits for her. Additionally, she's pretty self-conscious about her death scar on her neck, and this doesn't help her social anxiety much. Mostly just sticks to Lydia, Dylan, Cynthia or Morgan's sides for the majority of the trip, watching everyone else have fun, but after a bit Bianca and Troy coax her to come with them to Pirate's Aquaplay and she starts to really enjoy herself. The three of them go under the bigass bucket there together (because when you go to Calypso you HAVE to step under the bucket) and the twins keep her from getting knocked over by the water, and it's the loudest anyone's heard Trinity laugh before.

Bianca desperately WANTS to keep up with Sydney but. holy shit. that's a LOT of slides. Her paranoia kinda ebbs and flows throughout the day regarding Troy, because on one hand, More People = More People Who Could Hurt Him, but on the other hand... who'd kill a kid surrounded by so many people?? (The latter reasoning is mostly her trying to fight that shit off with a metaphorical stick for the sake of actually being able to enjoy her day. It... only kind of works, much to her own chagrin.) And, at the very least, the two spend most of their day with Sydney, who Bianca full-heartedly trusts. (Maybe not to keep them safe from over-exertion, but at least to keep them safe from anyone who might try to hurt either twin.) She joins Troy in his gremlin antics at Pirate's Aquaplay, and is the one to suggest that Trinity come and join them to experience The Bucket. She heads to the gift shop early while Troy and Sydney are hanging out and gets everyone surprisingly thoughtful souvenirs from the day.

Troy is that little shit who goes to Pirate's Aquaplay and dumps the mini-buckets on kids' heads when they pass under it. I know this, because I was that little shit when I was a kid, and I know it's exactly the kind of thing Troy would love. A lot of the slides scare him more than he's willing to admit, and he especially hates any of the covered slides because they make him feel claustrophobic, but the big exception to this is the Turbo Lab. Partially due to the theming, partially due to the fact that they aren't super fast or tall slides, and partially because the ones he likes best are ones he can go on with his friends. By and large, though, he's mostly just following the group and joining in on activities like Canyon Rafting and Fast Track races. I like to think he and Bianca also make a bet on whether they can last more than five minutes in the kiddie pool without being kicked out. They barely even last a minute.

Gamma got volunteered by Alice to be a chaperone. He fucking hates it. Not just because it's REALLY hard to keep track of nine humans when they're all going on different rides on different ends of the park, not just because there are more people in the park that day than Gamma's seen in his entire life, but because Gamma has a secret phobia of drowning/being underwater. Being around this much water? That's hell to him. Either Alice or Sinclair has to explain the concept of a "lifeguard" to him to keep him from spontaneously combusting out of stress, and he can't look at the wave pool without his stomach twisting up in knots. Also? He refuses to wear swimwear. He's still in his fucking suit. He only vaguely understands why he's getting strange looks from everyone. Needless to say, Gamma does not have fun, but the humans had a great time and no one got seriously hurt, and once it's all over, that's all that truly matters to him. (He still needs to take a day or two to recover tho, because being hyper-vigilant for that long is fucking exhausting. And by 'take a day' I mean he spends a little more time than usual reading between patrolling the woods and making sure his siblings do their jobs, because Gamma doesn't understand that he can take a sick day without everything exploding, so there's no way he's taking a mental health day voluntarily.)

Alice would fucking LOOOOOOVE to go, but because of the Mechanics Of How Realms Work, she physically cannot. (The humans obviously can't go back to their homeworld, so they have to go to a different Reality in order to go to Calypso, and Alice is shackled to her Realm and the Reality it branched off from. I'm torn between it being a "if I leave I die instantly and I Do Not Want That" situation or "yeah I've got a built-in aversion to leaving this place that's kind of like a primal fear and I'm Not Fucking With That" situation. Could be both!) She still makes an adorable swimsuit for herself just for fun and watches everyone's day through portals while eating popcorn. She also spends a good amount of time talking with Gamma over his communication device whenever he starts getting overwhelmed by the. fucking EVERYTHING happening that day. Absolutely gets him to bring her back a souvenir from the park. (Oh, also, the group circumvents the money issue via Alice basically creating counterfeit money. Hey, they're only there for a day! What are the cops gonna do, track them down across time and space for a couple of forged twenties?)

#Universe 1 #The Gang's All Here #it was going to be LITERALLY every human(oid) character in Universe 1 but. tumblr wouldn't let me post it??? #did this site get a word count limit when I wasn't looking or someshit??? #anyways!! long story short: #(in a hypothetical post-main story Everybody Lives And Nothing Sucks timeline) #if Dawn went too Dylan would try to spend more time with her while they're there. it's awkward but it helps a little #and Dawn finally has a chance to fully relax for the first time in fucking AGES #meanwhile the Oracle couldn't go at all because her seer powers have left her pretty incapable of being able to be around large groups #or in water that she could drown in because. if you can't perceive what's happening in the moment you can't exactly. tell you're drowning. #but she doesn't care much because all of Alice's soldiers are basically strangers to her and she didn't like water slides to begin with lol #Alice's guards also can't go for. obvious reasons. #although the mental image of El and Ar in one of those two-person floatie tubes is fucking hilarious to me #like ''uh yeah can you let my fuckin rock dogs go on this water slide please? I've never asked before.'' #if you're asking why I made this. I don't fucking know. but it sure was fun!!! #I'm sure this is kinda incomprehensible to anyone who didn't grow up in southern Ontario lmao #just look at the Calypso website they've got all the attractions listed there #(along with the cheesy mascot-esque characters that go with them afahjsdgfjhasd I've got a soft spot for them)

[cardinaldrama]

Haley Heynderickx - "Gemini"

#this song is just. such a complete thing y'know #quite dylan-esque & that works on another level bc he's famously a Gemini too #and her smile at the end knowing she crushed it #I could melt #haley heynderickx

[mercuryismygenius]

Tattoo

              Columbine High School 4-20-99

Some bullets can fertilize years, take root within the psyche— a shot is planted          is nourished . . . Someone still asks for the story. What remains              to be said? I have told this same tale to many mouths and watched                “Columbine” become a buzzword on TV shows. Is this what grows?

I know where I stood on the day shots popped. I heard the explosion of so many lives uprooted. I felt the root penetrate the air, exposing the fragility of intricate capillaries. A flower dies.             A new flower grows. Fifteen bodies interred as the years take root. Time heals flesh, but skin wears stories our voices can’t hold. Scars remain. A finger tries to translate this braille, asks a hand to relate . . . And so some of us create things, find expression            purpose, release— a way to weed out the pain.

Headlines sprouted around me and years later they still grow, words digging to make the story complete. Words rusting like leaves. Questions remain. A flower dies.             A new flower grows. Years blossom into memory. But the questions do not change and the answers stay the same. And for some of us there can be no expression, no lesson— no project that will extricate the vein of this leaf. No project that can laser over this blemished skin.

Only the soil can know the intricate roots. Only blood knows what lingers beneath the skin, what festers, what      was always there. How many should-have-beens haunted your tears? A flower dies.             A new flower grows. Skin cells cycle like leaves. Stories remain. What else can be repeated?

How many feet walked these halls? How many hands wrote on these desks? How many eyes read in these rooms? How many minds thought knowledge was a seed? And when “school shooting” was all over the anchorman’s tongue, how many skins had wounds that bled? A flower dies.             A new flower grows. But this kaleidoscopic tragedy   has too many arteries. Our voices cannot separate. The event is gone— what remains is fruit on the ground. Ask what withers       what flourishes. And what gets buried with the remains? Lost                 forgotten.

So many lives . . . I know where I stood . . .

A flower dies. Skin always knew that it could break.

A new flower grows. We remain.

And for some of us there is only skin that can carry. So we tattoo our surfaces, to find where the flower meets the root, to find the distance blood flows, to find ground, not knowing where the story goes.

~*~

[author’s note]

I was a senior---Class of ‘99---when 2 classmates shot up the school. I was also in the middle of a deep, crippling depression that completely depersonalized it for me---that year, and several after, I was a cobbled-together automaton operating on what she assumed was factory settings for a functional human being. Needless to say, processing the shooting was . . . a process.

Poetry was one of my few lifelines---a way to get things out, so they didn’t tornado around inside me. Looking back, I think poetry was really the only thing I trusted at the time to listen---writing poetry, I didn’t have to conform to anybody else’s script. So I wrote.

It took several years to finish “Tattoo”---so titled for the tattoos some of my classmates got. I wrote a poem about 9/11, which also took a couple years to finish, before I finished “Tattoo”. At first, I wanted something polyphonous, to show just how many people---individuals---there are in a community. Columbine was a large school---joke was “2000 in the class of 2000″ because the school had just been renovated in 1995 (the summer before my freshman year) and already it was crammed.’Everybody’ is a whole lot of stories, not THE story that news media need to make it for national consumption.

Anyway, snippets and snapshots didn’t work, and when I finally found my groove, I realized I was writing for myself, that my imagery was personal and might not convey meaning to anyone else. And the poem was exactly itself. It’s been in my files all these years since, part of my me space.

But recently . . . well, I felt like sharing it this month.

#poetry #Tattoo #mercuryismygeniuspoetry #National Poetry Month 2022 #social poetry #poetry as a coping mechanism #probably my most Dylan Thomas-esque work #my work #my poetry #the queue wags the blog

[thehoax]

THE ABSOLUTE BOB DYLAN-ESQUE SINGER-SONGWRITER SHE IS SERVING IN THIS PHOTO!!!! THE JEANS . THE BLAZER.

#the gender. #amber rambles

[snootlestheangel]

More of the YouTuber AU random bits

Just thinking of this thing as I'm working on the drabbles

There's compilation videos of all the times Gaz kinda blushes/smiles softly when Alex calls him a pet name. There's compilations literally titled "Alex for SIMP President" and it's just all the times he's being Alex and in love with Gaz. The Among Us video fuels these like gasoline lol

There's "Soap Being Scottish" compilations.

There's "Times They Forgot Alex is an Amputee" compilations

There's compilations of Gaz's side eyes to his camera every time one of them says something really wild/insults him directly

Once he and Alex move in together there's compilations of "Times Alex Interrupted Gaz's Stream Just For CuddlesTM" and it's all the times where Alex just walks into Gaz's office and sits on his lap

There's "Times Gaz Had Beef With A Weird Russian Dude" compilations, but they're just every time anyone, especially Gaz, brings up his misfortunes with helicopters, especially when Nik is the pilot.

There's Ghost compilations that always comment on his dark humor/edgy humor; there's compilations on all the times he's referenced 'death' in his life (like how in some games his tag is "LegallyDead")

From @eaveplzzz 's tags during a reblog of the OG post, there's so many theory videos on what happened to Alex's leg; why do they always say "Classic Soap" or "Soap NO" when he has a bomb/sets off an explosion; Who Is Ghost? theory videos are a big hit, especially the ones about if he's actually "legally dead" or not; the theories about what happened between Gaz and Nik

Gaz eventually being convinced to do vlogs.

His first one is "Moving In Together" and it's literally just a cute/funny video taken from highlights of his stream where he and Alex unpack a bunch of boxes while answering questions from his chat. (the compilation videos go hard after this stream/video goes live) *there's one question during this where someone asks Alex if he's missing his leg because he sold it to help Gaz's career and he just beams at the joke while Gaz screams into his hands*

This stream/video was so popular Alex suggests they make an entire channel dedicated to doing streams like that again/playing games just the two of them/a day in the life type super duper cute shit *there's one clip where they start slow-dancing cause they're listening to a playlist put together by the chat and a slow song comes up. There's so many music video-esque compilations where there's a love song/dedicated-to-this-one-person-for-the-rest-of-my-life songs play to a bunch of their cute moments with the slow dancing in the kitchen being the refrain*

He does eventually post a vlog style video but it's just random bits of things he recorded while at a big gathering over the Christmas holidays with everyone. There's a few ways viewers piece together who is who: Soap because he's the only Scot, and they're always yelling his name in some fashion, Dylan (Gaz's friend) is also easily picked out, Nik once again due to his accent, and eventually everyone catches on with Price *comments go crazy spamming the time signature Price first appears with "Daddy??"*

What surprises everyone the most is when Ghost finally makes an on-camera appearance. It's a brief video, where he's smiling at Soap and Gaz doing something silly. It's just Simon in that moment: no mask, no black around the eyes, his hair is recently cut and styled, and he's happy

*bout to make it sad for a second y'all*

There's a stream once where Gaz makes it clear everything he makes during it go to a Veteran's Help program. It's before the holidays, a very vulnerable time for all veterans, and it's just a quiet stream where he plays a relaxing game and answer questions from chat. He talks about Task Force 141 (briefly and in as little detail as possible), he talks about the helicopter incidents, how he met all the guys he plays with, he talks about he and Soap getting up to no good together, he talks about some of the struggles he had adjusting to civilian life since he didn't know anything else, how much of a help his friends and Alex had been.

It's later revealed the reason he did the stream is for Simon. Because even though it's been years since the incident with his family, it's still something that can hurt badly to this day. How he and Soap were shopping for gifts for Soap's several nieces and nephews. How there was a little toy plane that made the exact same sound Simon's nephew's once did. They even looked the same. How a little blonde boy begged his mum for it. The child looked so familiar it broke one of Simon's barriers.

PTSD isn't curable, it doesn't just disappear over time. There's ways to trigger really bad episodes, and this was just one of those times. It was hard for everyone to see Ghost have such a big setback, but for Gaz? The way they all found ways to help Ghost during it. The way he and the rest of the team, their friends and loved ones, helped reach out to pull Simon back onto his feet. And Gaz wanted other veterans to have that support, especially during the holidays.

He and the 141 (Price, Soap, and Ghost) eventually start doing charity streams just for veterans and the many existing resources for them. They're always wacky, sometimes they're gaming, sometimes they're all in-person doing a fake game show with some of their friends. There's one where they all travel to Mexico to host one with their Las Almas friends to benefit North American veterans' benefits charities.

I don't know, I'm just having so many thoughts about this AU I might just write an entire GazAlex fic based on their lives involving Gaz becoming a big creator.

There's so many thoughts about this AU HOLY SHIT

#gaz is a gamer #youtubers au #youtubers au ft the cod boys #gaz is adorable #gaz mw2 #gaz modern warfare #gaz call of duty #gaz cod #kyle gaz garrick #alex keller #call of duty alex keller #alex keller mw2 #gazalex #alexgaz #simon ghost riley #soapghost #john soap mactavish #john price #captain john price #call of duty

[freuleinanna]

It's always trauma o'clock somewhere! Especially for these kids who had to come home and lie about why they returned from the camp a day later. They hardly had a chance to unpack the recent trauma, but I think this is how the HQ massacre affected their lives afterwards.

Jacob, as many others, chose a half-truth and told his parents that some jerk broke the car to stay with his girlfriend. He omitted the part where that jerk was him. Couldn't bear that guilt.

He was a decent swimmer and wanted to maybe take it professionally, but the next time he found himself at the pool, he completely froze at the signal. He never dived in that day. He stared at the blue-tiled water, and he saw the chains and the overblown body.

He found Emma on Instagram and, for a while, he was checking it obsessively, hoping she'd talk about what happened or mention it in some way, any way. He wanted to stop being so alone in knowing the truth and living with it. Emma never did that.

Emma, actually, fell silent for almost 2 months after her return. She'd speak the bare minimum, but never an actual conversation, never a joke. The happy, bubbly girl simply wasn't there. Her parents even took her to a teen therapist with little to no result.

Emma had stopped streaming for a while, although she still kept her Insta. One time she almost posted a selfie from that day, before the nightfall. Almost.

Some time later, she set up a really non-Emma-esque live stream. She was sitting in silence, looking at the sunset, the comment section was overflowing, and sometimes Emma would pick a question to answer from there. Many thought she was doing some sort of spiritual cleanse. She only spoke without a prompt for the first time when she saw Abi joining the stream.

For Abi, it was nightmares. That simple, that efficient. Dark forests, mist, dangerous beasts lurking around. What else to screw with the sleep of a sweet, tender person?

Movies on the background didn't help. Music didn't help. Drawing made everything worse, because in every shape, form, and shadow, beasts were lurking. Whenever she'd pick up a pencil to sketch, she left monsters on the paper. Wherever she looked, she saw monsters. Monsters always looked just a little bit like Nick.

It went on until the night she looked Emma up on Insta and, by pure coincidence, got to her live stream.

Nick blocked most of it out. There wasn't much to remember, but some memories still bled through.

He became the snack guy, the guy who always had something to chew on. It was a small quirk nobody was really paying attention to, but its trail led back to the only thing he did remember: hunger.

Whenever he emailed, Abi never replied.

Ryan, on the contrary, was replying to and receiving a LOT of emails. He was the one to send all the evidence to the Bizarre Yet Bonafide studio, and he also kept in touch with a few other Hacketteers, including Kaitlyn and Dylan.

Another thing he did is meticulously go through all his favorite media (TV & films mostly) and unbooked/deleted everything that dealt with guns being shot or vivid descriptions of wild animals (or their victims). This took him several hard days, but he finally felt safer when he did it.

He only watched something new if Dylan watched it first and gave him an okay.

Dylan, as opposed to Ryan, consumed horror content like his life depended on it. At some point, he even had a special notepad with details of how to defeat or protect yourself from all supernatural dangers and their mother. He kept this notepad on him at all times and often re-read it.

Getting used to not having a hand was slightly easier than he expected. What wasn't easy? That one time when his dad asked him to bring him sth to work. His father, a crane conductor on a construction site, did not expect his grown son to have a full-blown panic attack over a pb&j.

On the other hand (his joke, not mine), he got really close with Ryan and Kat, and they were planning a getaway together.

Kaitlyn was the one to propose the getaway. Despite the general total mindfuck, she managed to keep a cool head on the night of, and, surprisingly, it didn't cost her a hand and a leg (her joke, not mine!)

Thus, she became a healer. Reaching out, making sure. Helping. She didn't make it her sacred goal to help all others, but she tried, and that's what counts.

She kept tabs on Jacob especially. She knew he'd never ask for help. He didn't have to ask. That's what best friends are for.

Max never met any of those people, except Emma. That one time he bit his lip and nearly puked because he thought he remembered the taste of blood.

He topped his steak-cooking up to inventing the well-well-well-done steak without any possibility of there being blood.

Mostly, he just wasn't sure if he knew his own nature anymore. As the whole night was blocked in his mind, he could only trust Laura. And he did. The fact that she looked at him even more lovingly than before told him that if she trusts him, if she loves him, than it's okay.

Laura did trust him and loved him. But she also ran a gazillion of drills per week and kept at least two take-and-run bags in the house, and one in a special place. Clothes, flashlights, crackers, compass, you name it. She was an amateur that last time. Now she was ready for anything.

She took up running as well. She continued with vet studies. Even years after, the first thought that sprung to her mind if someone was butten by an animal was: CUT THE FUCKING LIMB.

Max kept her grounded with his laugh and his honest, sincere warmth. She could have gone really cold inside if it wasn't for him.

#i.... i want to send them to therapy #the quarry #the quarry spoilers #the quarry thoughts #the quarry game #supermassive games #laura kearney #max brinly #jacob custos #emma mountebank #abigail blyg #dylan lenivy #nick furcillo #ryan erzahler #kaitlyn ka

[streetlegal1978]

john’s songs:

kaneki twt icon it’s so fucking over meme

uncomfortable personal freudian fixations

I Am Being Gang stalked by the FBI For My Political Affiliations

surreal imagery and silly word play :)

heartbreaking personal ballads

george’s songs:

I Am Deeply Tramutized by Beatlemania

paul hate song

john + paul hate song

deeply personal reflections about spirituality

love songs written about bob dylan

thinly veiled songs about legal disputes

paul’s songs:

silly little love songs :)

vaudeville esque ditties (his granny shite)

prog rock esque epics with the craziest instrumentation you’ve ever heard

I love my wife ^_^

Ringo’s Songs:

“hey baby I’m a womanizer and a drinker I’m bad for you ahaha 😜” songs

disco glam rock

Im a silly little guy what the hell!!! lmao

I Am Struggling With Substance Issues

#my posts #someone already made something like this but this is my version

[cordspaghetti]

had a dream that i made fan art of mcr as some brooklyn-based doom patrol-esque crime fighting team battling the big robot from dylan burnett’s arcade kings outside the broadway showing of moulin rouge. i think gerard was literally rita farr he was like skyscraper sized in the background , naturally in the secretary uniform. and i did it in colored pencil

#they were specifically ‘morally ambiguous’

[rom-e-o]

Now, but I'm replaying The Quarry, and have had a couple drinks, so I'm even more passionate about this scene than usual.

It takes some really specific actions to get this moment, which sucks, because it's one of the best. Careful players going for the best ending probably won't see this organically. There are like 180 endings, so maybe it's possible? Anyway:

Dylan not only attacks a werewolf Emma to save Kaitlyn, but he PUTS HIMSELF BETWEEN THEM. He pulls her back, he uses his body as a shield, knowing Emma won't go for him because he's bitten.

There's no dialogue. Not a word the entire time. They move in-sync, knowing exactly what needs to happen.

These characters both pine for Ryan. The game could have made them bitter, insufferable enemies. They razz each other a lot.

...And they develop probably the best bond in the game (I love Laura/Max and Ryan/Dylan as romantic couples, but these two...I could play a whole other game with just them.)

An extremely well-written, complex, platonic, almost sibling-esque relationship.

#the quarry #the solidarity #Youtube

[new-sandrafilter]

Timothée Chalamet (“One of the most talented people I've ever met!”).

“Timothée has this magical aura around him,” Vetro says. “Almost like he has a light around him. He takes what he does very seriously, but he also has a lot of fun with it. So we have a lot of fun.” The two have been watching performances of songs like “A Hard Rain's A-Gonna Fall,” “Masters of War,” and “Blowin' In the Wind.” (Funnily, as he worked with John C. Reilly on Walk Hard, he technically also helped prepare another Bob Dylan-esque performance.)

“Timothée is very, very open,” Vetro shares. “So with him, I don't really censor myself at all. I just go with what I'm thinking. We listen to a song, we talk about Bob Dylan. I always know with him, honesty is the best policy. If it comes out of my mouth, well, it must be what that person needed to hear at that moment.”

And does Chalamet stay in Dylan's voice the whole time? “In and out,” Vetro says. “But it comes in.”

( GQ - Meet the Vocal Coach Who’s Helping Timothée Chalamet Sound Like Bob Dylan )

#timmy #timothee chalamet #a complete unknown #bob dylan

[cloudycaffeinatedcryptid]

Which of the Quarry counselors do you think are more obvious about having favourite campers? What do you think are their tells?

thank you for the ask! obviously all of the counselors try very very hard to not pick favorites & some of them are better than others. Emma can't help herself - there's a girl in her cabin with severe confidence issues that she can't help but take under her wing. she's not TOO obvious, she's a role model after all, but she picks the girl to be her assistant during demonstrations more often, "accidentally" runs into her during free time almost every day to see how & what she's doing, ends up braiding her hair at least once a week. but when anyone else asks to be braided, she does them too bc she doesn't want anyone to feel left out. the braiding nights end up helping her little star make friends with some of the other girls in her cabin & Emma couldn't be prouder. there's also prolly a cluster of Emma-esque girls that constantly seek her out & she (not-so) secretly preens under the attention

Jacob's a little more obvious about the scrappy little kid he takes to on the third day of camp - they're always the first kid he greets, loud & obnoxious, & he's always scouting them out to play frisbee or throw a football. they tell him he's annoying & he smells bad but they always go with him. Jacob gives them terrible advice, they give him equally-as-terrible (but for jokes) advice & it's very chaotically wholesome. whenever he's not with them, he's definitely the leader of the pack for a bunch of noisy, rambunctious boys that either play football or cause general mayhem

Dylan & Kaitlyn are a lot better at hiding it. they see how obvious Chris is after all. their daily rounds happen to brush by a certain camper's favorite "hiding" spot? crazy. hey, now that i've seen you, did you eat much at breakfast? seemed kind of zoned out - you need to talk about anything? there's always conveniently a spot near them at the meal table. if they notice the kid reading a certain book, they'll find it in the library to skim through so they can happen to bring it up- oh thats a good book! who's your fav character? mine's blorbo.

i don't know if Abi or Ryan picks favorites but they're prolly good at keeping it to themselves, & Nick is so weird it's impossible to tell if he likes someone or not bc his behavior never makes any sense. thank you for coming to my ted talk

#this was fun :) #i don't know how accurate they are but i like thinking about it #the quarry #ask moth #no i cannot & will not stop bullying nick #again i dont hate him #i just feel the need to fight him in every fiber of my being

[radfemih8men]

I love how in the Dylan Mulvaney video she’s wearing this disgusting Lolita-esque outfit and singing about everything that comes with the horrible abuse that we endure and frames it as “girlhood”, like yeah because popping pills for a lot of women isn’t a coping mechanism from their horrible sexual traumatic past, right? Thanks Dylan but we don’t need another “anthem” that sounds like it was written by a 57 year old man in a record label board room.

#radical feminism #radical feminist community #radical feminist safe #feminism #i hate men #radical misandrist #radical feminists please interact #feminist blog #men suck #misandry #dylan mulvaney #days of girlhood

[silvyysthings]

By the way, it’s not really a Bob Dylan biopic,” Mangold told the hosts of “Happy Sad Confused.” “The reason Bob has been so supportive of us making it, is it’s about, as in all cases I think of the best true-life movies are never cradle to grave but they’re about a very specific moment. In this case, it might sound [Robert] Altman-esque, but it’s a kind of ensemble piece about this moment in time, the early ’60s in New York, and this 17-year-old kid with $16 in his pockets hitchhikes his way to New York to meet Woody Guthrie who is in the hospital and is dying of a nerve disease.”

#timothée chalamet #a complete unknown #james mangold

[infernalodie]

𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 || 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦“

Inspo: Kehlani - Bad News

Pairing: Sadie Sink x Black!Male!reader

Requested - 🚨🦇

Summary: She didn’t know half of the shit you went through. But she would be willing to understand first hand.

Warnings: Brief fluff, but overall angst

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“Cut!” The Director called out, an alarm going off as you sighed, running your hands down your face. “Y/n, what’s going on, man?”

You couldn’t respond, only grabbing your phone from your pocket and staring at the screen. All media’s screaming out about the decision to choose you for the villain in Ms. Marvel. It’d started when the rumours came up, but after the trailer was released, you have been getting nonstop hate.

So, without much thought besides pure anger and frustration, you whipped your phone at the floor. “Fuck!”

The sheer volume of your shout silenced the entire room, who looked to see you fuming. Everyone on set knew of the trials that you and Iman had been going through after getting cast for the show. Now, Iman only had the troubles surrounding Ms. Marvel’s powers, but that was Marvel’s decision. But for you, no one liked the casting you were given. The moment people found out, there had been nothing but hate for weeks.

Anybody who was famous and had experienced what you are was lying if they said the initial hate didn’t bother them. Because today you had made the mistake of bringing your phone on set and you were paying the price for it. Phone constantly going off and even in between scenes, you were looking at your phone and the bullshit coming from it. You couldn’t remember your lines and the fact you guys were going through major reshoots was only adding to the stress.

It was understandable to hate a character from the comics and the things he did in the comics, but this was a show. A new look at the character you were tasked to bring to the screen, along with the director. You took the role to hopefully take a leap in your career and do the roles you were actually wanting to do. But this wasn’t at all what you signed up for.

Iman, being one of the only people brave enough to comfort you, walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into her touch, bending over and trying to take calming breaths. “Wanna take a break?” She asked softly.

In the time both of you walked out on set and did your first scene together, you instantly clicked. Although your character was Homelander Esque from The Boys, a brutal psychopath, you managed to be able to put down the mask at will. Which made the in-between takes relaxing when you could joke around with the girl and talk freely. She made this decision and transition easy for you. And she might’ve been the only person there that could somewhat understand what you were going through.

But you shook your head, sighing as you ran a hand down your face. “No, I should be good.” Placing your hand on your hips, you turned to the staff and waved your hand. “I’m sorry, everyone. I- I’ve just been having a difficult time. Let’s do that again. Sorry.”

They all nodded, getting back to their places as you walked on stage with a sigh. “I hope Sadie is having a good day.”

“Hey, uh, Sadie? Have you heard from your boyfriend?” Dylan asked, sitting in the makeup trailer, eyes scanning his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

The redhead that was sitting beside him frowned, glancing over for a moment. “Um, no?” She said. “Why? Did something happen?”

Dylan was about to open his mouth to speak, but the trailer doors opened and Taylor stepped inside. An uneasy look on her face as she walked over. “Sadie, you might want to hear this.”

Handing over her phone, a video was going viral on Twitter that was a pure black screen. The caption talking about you on the set of Ms. Marvel. A show you were extremely excited to be a part of and even had her read lines with you. She knew that you weren’t planning on signing a multi-movie deal with Marvel, just considering how the experience would go. But seeing that the caption was involving you having a massive outburst, she could only guess that this would be your one and only appearance with Marvel.

And when she watched the video, she heard something smash and you yell something before the video cut to you apologizing. She couldn’t blame you at all for what happened. Considering that all the tweets below were making fun of you, she was guessing this was the reasoning behind the said outburst. With how reshoots have been going for you, the addition of hate could only stress you out further. So, she knew that tonight would likely be a rather quiet night between you two.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Sadie called out, shutting the front door to the large house as she kicked her shoes off and proceeded further. No response was given as she found you sat on the couch in front of your 4k TV with Stranger Things on, passed out with a soft snore coming from you.

A smile formed on her lips as she placed her bag down and took her jacket off before walking over. You wore a pair of black joggers and no shirt from the heat of California recently. Your chocolate back was presented to her as she carefully straddled your back, leaning forward and resting against you. Only creating a larger heat to build between you two.

You shifted underneath her, grumbling as you lifted your head just enough to see her smiling down at you. “Hi, baby.” You playfully puckered up your lips, making Sadie laugh as she kissed you softly.

“How was work?” She muttered, but you groaned, laying your head back down onto the pillow as you watched Steve push Dustin’s butt into the vent. A soft laugh fell from your lips before you glanced back up at her.

“How was Dylan?” You avoided, shifting around until she straddled your waist where you let your hands rest on her thighs. “Haven’t heard from him since Maze Runner. He doing good?”

Sadie knew that you didn’t like talking about your work life. You were always far keener to learn about hers and see how she was doing. Able to avoid your side of life fully, but still have so many questions about hers. It was one thing she loved and despised about you. She couldn’t hold it against you considering today likely was a pain in the ass for you. But every day seemed to be having that single description.

She sighed, leaning back as she rested her hands on your stomach. “He’s good,” she answered. “We finished up filming, so I get a day or two off before I have to get into filming for Season 4 of Stranger Things. Don’t know if I am excited or dreading the filming for it.”

You chuckled, nodding in understanding as you shot your hands. “You and me both.”

That made Sadie tilt her head, nails gently tracing shapes and figures into your skin. Earning a gentle hum of approval as you sighed softly. “I saw the video.” The mere mention of the video made you groan. Having been told by the director and Iman, who ambushed you at the end of the day about it. Promising to find whoever was responsible and punish them for it. But you knew that there was no direct way to figure out who could leak the video. There were far too many people on set to even single out the person.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Do you wanna talk about the hate.”

“Could care less about that.”

Sadie chuckled in amusement as you shook your head. “It doesn’t bother me, Sadie. I got it for when I was in The Harder They Fall-”

“But all that hate was from racists if we’re being honest here.” Sadie pointed out.

“Fair point, but I’ve always had a chip on my shoulder,” you stated. “I’m not going to let some people deter me from a role because I’m black and it goes against the comic version of the character. Yes, it is a big change, but that doesn’t mean shit to me.”

“You don’t have to act tough around me, you know?” Sadie reminded softly. “I come to you about all my problems. Don’t think that means you aren’t allowed to either.”

That was a very true statement, but you didn’t go to Sadie about it because it was often you were gaining daily comfort from your aunt. Yes, Sadie knew you like the back of her hand, but your aunt knew you and read between the lines of everything you said. Able to get to the core of your problems and provide help. It’s not like Sadie wasn’t able to do the same, but your aunt has been there since you were a kid.

But Sadie had accepted that she wasn’t the first person you would go to. After everything you’ve been through with your parents and trauma overall, she couldn’t relate. So, she understood completely that you needed to vent to someone who knew you best. Instead, she would keep an open eye and help wherever she could. If you beckoned her, she was sprinting to your aid. It was that unconditional love that had fueled and made this three-year-long relationship sustainable.

“I think you should take a break from acting-”

“Can’t.” Sadie stared down at you, slightly surprised by how quickly you were to interject. “I have Uncharted with Tom, then I have Black Adam, and then I have Oppenheimer with Robert and Cillian.”

“Do you ever take a break?” Sadie teased softly, blessed to hear when that soft chuckle falls from your lips. “You should take a break. You have enough money to just hold back on taking any more roles for the next few months.”

“But what’s the point if I can’t spend that free time with you?” You asked softly, earning that large smile from Sadie.

She brushed a finger across your caramel skin, kissing your cheek softly and muttering, “You are adorable.”

“No, I am being realistic.” You grumbled as the girl laughed.

The both of you laughed as you two spent the majority of the night sitting and watching Stranger Things. With you preparing for long and gruesome coming weeks of reshoots for something you were already regretting ever deciding to do.

Well, the filming of the show was done and you finished filming for the other three projects given you didn’t have massive roles in almost all of them. So, you were still looking for other projects that were willing to take you up. And so far, reception for Uncharted had been mixed. You played the games, so you knew it would be expected when you got the script. But a lot of people liked your character, so that was something for you to look forward to.

After the reshoots for Ms. Marvel, the second trailer came out and gave your character more exposure from Kamala Khan. Showing just how well you did portraying the character that was far different from your previous roles. Especially considering, they might’ve not shown it on screen, but you killed soldiers without a second thought. It might’ve just been your acting and the direction the studio took the character that allowed some of the people to accept your character and you.

There was still the mixed reception, but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. It gave you enough time to finally breathe and feel some sort of weight off your shoulders. And now, you are using the very small time with Sadie before you go film Uncharted.

Today, you were accompanying her and Millie to the set of Stranger Things. Happy that you finally get to experience Sadie acting firsthand, as well as support her. It was a rare occasion that you were excited to finally get as you wanted to spend every waking moment with your girlfriend.

So, when the springer van pulled at the front of the closed-off studio, you, Sadie, and Millie exited with bodyguards surrounding you. You held Sadie’s hand, sunglasses blocking out the sun as you held a cigarette in the other.

But as you guys approached the entrance of the studio, fans and paparazzi could be seen behind a fence. They screamed Millie and Sadie’s names hysterically. The two girls gave friendly waves and smiles as you kept your head down. Since finishing Ms. Marvel, you had opted to keep your head down. As well as not spill too much into what you were doing next, so you’d been under the radar for a bit.

Except, your head snapped towards the fence when you heard, “Fuck you, Y/n! You fucking suck ass in Ms. Marvel!”

Now, you have had many verbal altercations with people and the roles you’ve gotten. There is always going to be that one person that wants to speak their mind and it isn’t much you can really do about that. So, you just continued to walk, keeping a deadpan as best as you could. If only Sadie had felt the same because she was quick to break off from your side and march towards the fence.

“Who said that?” She yelled. “Who the hell said that?”

“Sadie- shit!” You rushed over with Millie in tow as Sadie found the person responsible for the comment.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She spat. “Judging someone just because of a character they play- You haven’t even seen the show yet and you’re making rude comments!”

Before anything could continue, you literally picked the girl up bridal style and quickly jogged away. Jaw ticked in frustration as Sadie fumed in silence. “You alright, love?” Millie asked, specificity of who not set as you kept your eyes forward, allowing Millie to direct.

But Sadie nodded, turning her gaze to you, and before she could speak, you cut her off. “You don’t have to fight my battles for me. You just gotta leave it alone when it’s fans.”

“They had no right to speak to you like that,” Sadie huffed. “You may be used to it, but that doesn’t mean they get to continue to treat you like that. And if they were fans of mine, then they aren’t anymore.”

A small smile forms on your lips as you look away, shaking your head in amusement. “I don’t deserve any bit of you.”

Sadie leaned up, kissing your cheek. “You deserve the world and everything in it, Y/n.”

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