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live4lust01 · 2 months

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sex, mouth fucking, head(both recieve), public teasing fingering, sex, backshots in car, names(baby), degradation like once, makeout, begging

triplets bday, you plan a dinner for them to go out but you and Chris just end up touching alot I'm awful at captions. (3.9k word count)

We gon pretend my boy Chris in a suit in the first pic. He giving those "I'm gonna fuck your throat till you choke on this dick" ahh eyes.

Chris sturniolo

I was waiting in the triplets house, sitting alone and uncomfortable in their living room. Uncomfortable due to my attempt to not ruin my dress. It's Chris, Nick and Matt's birthday today and I've planned a surprise dinner for them and their close friends. I'd also planned a major after party that was currently brewing at Larrays. I'd got a text five minutes prior that decorations were almost done and people would start showing up in an hour.

The table i'd reserved was on the roof of a well reviewed, formal restaurant so we all had dressed in suits, ties and fancy dresses. Partially because we just wanted a reason to dress up. I was in a black tight dress that looped around my neck and laced up the side of my thighs, sitting just bellow my ass. My hands were covered in black gloves and my neck, arms, ears and gloved hands were dripping in gold jewelry that blinged white gems and pearls. My hair thick and wavy.

"Chris are you done yet? Were gonna get late" i shout hoping for a response this time, being ignored the past three times I asked.

"can you help me with the tie, I don't know how to do this thing." Chris whined, walking into the room I was in. He stops directly Infront me, towering over me as his head hangs to make our eyes meet.

I look up from my phone and see Chris in the birthday suit I bought for him. I just gawked, mouth open for a few seconds having never seen him and outfit like this. It might just be my new turn on. He stands their, so innocently holding out the tie to me but my thoughts have took me to a world that's anything but innocent.

"Close that mouth baby, and it's rude to stare" he smirks down seeing me explicitly check him out. He hasn't even done anything and I'm soaked through just looking at him.

"you look so handsome Chris" I smile standing up and taking the tie from him. He stands with an inch between our bodies, drinking in my features. I put the tie around his neck but seconds later Chris' arm is around my waist and he's pulling me in and I'm stumbling into his arms with my hands on his chest as support to keep me upright.

"you look so gorgeous tonight princess. I don't think I could take my eyes off you" his words a shared whisper only we hear in the universe hear. A whisper that turns me to a slut. "Do we have time?" My eyes run all over his face and hair.

"I've always got time for you baby" I say backing up towards the wall, yanking the tie so he's pulled into me. Our bodies collided and our lips become a kissing sloppy mess as they swallow each other. Chris' yearning hands roam my body. Up and down my sides then back up to my shoulders and neck and face. My heartbeat beating faster than the speed of light at the urgency of everything happening.

My hands are now stuck in his hair, ruffing them up then sliding down his faces mushing his lips against mime while our bodies grind of each other. I pull the tie downwards again keeping Chris close. We share the same breath, inhaling each other as my back is slammed into the wall. Chris pushes himself onto me, his throbbing hard dick could be felt through the smooth material of his suit pants. Everything is so frantic and needy. I feel wet between my legs as Chris grinds himself onto me, one of my legs raised letting him in between further.

He lets go off me as I run my hands down his chest, sliding out his grasp to get on my knees, leaving the tie draped over his shoulders. He looks down at me smirking, hair all messy from my pulling. I take off my gloves and place them on the table next to my phone. His bulge in my eyeliner, I begin zipping open his zipper and pulling down his pants and boxers just as frantically as our kiss was. His dick springs out into my bare hands.

Chris rests his hand on my head and lovingly strokes it as he watches me work. I spot on his pink tip and use my hands to stroke the spit over his dick all while giving him puppy dog eyes knowing how it turns him on.

"fuck baby, the sight of you is enough to make me come all over that pretty face. Do something please" he gently moans out, pushing himself in my hands. I wrap my lips around his tip and circle my tongue around it. I grab his hips to keep him steady as I take his full length down my throat, lips touching the base, earning a groan from Chris. His eyes closed, head throws back,sharp jawline,messed strands of hair falling to his eyes. Seeing him feel so good alone made me feel like I was drowning in a pool of my own wetness. My warm breath and saliva hugged his dick. I started bobbing my head up and down slowly, sucking and licking and curing hit tip with my tongue occasionally.

"Faster baby, please" his desperate whines ring out and I do as he says. I move my head faster, now both my hands in rhythm with my mouth movements. Chris pushes himself a little more into my mouth everytime my head moves closest to him,hitting the same spot at the back of my throat causing tears to form in my eyes.

My phone rings. I take my mouth of his cock for a second before telling him to answer then moving my head back and forth again, sucking hard and fast.

"where are you guys? You said you'll be here for seven it's five past?" It was Matt. My hands run over Chris' clothes thighs, up to his balls as I start massaging and playing with them. Rubbing my thumbs in circles around them as the rest of my hands hold them up.

"y-yeah Matt, we'll be there soon. I'm just getting changed." He mutes the phone to swear as he grips a fistful of my hair in his hand. He tilts his head sideways as he looks down at me, admiration and unstable composure clear on his face. His knee buckles a little as he bends down, knowing he's about to come.

"You're not even changed yet?! Chris you always do th-" Matt's voice is cut off mid sentence.

"Yeah don't worry we'll be there in te-en" Chris stutters. I see his stomach tighten and I stop instantly. I want to hear him when he comes in my mouth. He hangs up the phone immediately after his sentence.

"Did I tell you to stop? Open that pretty little mouth of yours." He says as he cups my face with both hands, narrowing his eyes the littlest bit. I do as he says, sticking my tongue out. Chris places his tip onto my tongue and I close my lips over it again. Without warning Chris fucks rough thrusts into my mouth, using me for his pleasure as I gag and struggle to breathe.

"Yeah baby, just like that." He groans, keeping eye contact with me, smiling. His hands are back to the back of my head as he pushes my head back and forth in sync with his thrusts. His pace quickens, fucking my mouth relentlessly. I'm a whore for his wild rough side, just knowing he's using me to get himself off makes me so horny I can't comprehend any more thoughts throughout this.

He pushes harshly into me, making my back hit the wall. Chris rams his thick dick down my throat. He bends backwards slightly, moaning small sounds everytime his hips snapped into my mouth. I'm left hopelessly holding onto his hips to ease the pressure as my face is being used as a fuck toy. I'm practically buried into his cock and I can't move anywhere.

"Swallow for me baby." He breathes, keeping my face pressed against his stomach. I can't breathe at all being crammed in-between the space of the wall and Chris pelvis. He finishes down my throat then lets me go as I take deep breathes gasping for air. I run my thumb across the side of my mouth picking up a stray drop of come and suck my finger clean as my chest rises up and down. Chris shamelessly stares at the mess he's made of me with a cocky grin. "Shit ma, you're good"

He offers his hand to help me up. Chris tucks his dick back down his boxers and zips himself up.

"You okay? Was it too much?" He asks once he's done, pulling me in and kissing my forehead. I'm fine but my aching wet throbbing clit isn't. I need to be ate out bad but we're already late and Matt gets angry.

"You know I like your rough hands, here let me help." I reply to his question with a soft voice, grabbing the tie draped over his shoulders and tying it for him. I look into his gorgeous blue eyes and the way they look like tiny blue orchids blooming so bright.

"I could never ask for a better birthday gift than you" Chris smiles "We're fifteen minutes late we gotta go" he gets his suit jacket on. I fix my hair and makeup in the mirror quickly, slip into black heels and grab the keys to my car.

"nuh uh, I wanna drive" Chris says running out after me, locking the door.

"Chris you crash my fucking Porsche and I'm going to chop your dick off and let it marinate in a jar of pickle juice and use it as decoration for my room."

"So you can look at it and think of me 24/7. You're such a sweet girlfriend nothing gets as romantic as that" Sarcasm. Chris catches the keys with one hand as I throw them over the car, both of us getting in.

"Drive." My voice stern as I strap myself onto the red leather seats.

"Yes ma'am" Chris says eyebrows raised and a slight chuckle in his voice as he starts the car and begins driving. I was very excited for dinner but now I can't wait until it's over. I just want Chris inside me again.

I thought a forgotten thought. Nate was also waiting at the reserved restaurant. I didn't tell anyone that I asked Nate to fly from Boston to LA secretly because I know everyone will be thrilled seeing him as a surprise. Especially the three boys. Nate's birthday isn't too far from theirs so this is an excuse for them to celebrate together and continue tradition.

Twenty minutes later

"Why'd you have to book a table on the roof?" Chris pants walking up the stairs behind me.

"We wouldn't be doing all this if you would just man up and stop being scared of lifts." I say feeling my legs burn myself.

"Me and Matt got trapped in one when we were younger. It's called unhealed trauma, don't pick on me for it" He says as I roll my eyes.

"Then quite complaining birthday boy"

"Who's birthday is it? I'll complain as much as Id like to" he says with a fake snobbish tone. We finally reach the top of the stairs. Feeling like I've completed a hike I turn to Chris just before we go through the door to the open roof. "Wait" I say fixing his hair to sit better and smoothing out his tie and jacket. "Need to make my boyfriend looks his best on his special day. There you look flawless" i say kissing his cheek and grabbing his hand to walk.

"This is why I date you, you got you're priorities straight" he chuckles letting go of my hand and pulling me into his side by my waist instead. We walk through.

"Chris you absolute mo-" Matt starts but is cut off.

"Finally! What took you guys so long" Nick says loudly acknowledging us, knowing Matt was about to go for a rant.

"You really wanna know what they two were up to?" Nate laughs as I punch him in the arm and tell him to shut up. The fact his guess was right too.

"Yeah what the hell were you doing taking this amount of time?" Matt walks over angrily. Followed over by Ramona and Alahna.

"Calm down Matthew, it happens it's okay" Ramona rubs his shoulder. I hug Alahna a greeting.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Chris' face lights up with pure joy. That's exactly the reaction I wanted to see. He hugs him.

"Here for your wedding obviously. You're girl invited me, can't believe you got one. Finally over you're fear commitment issues huh?" Nate hugs him back tightly.

"Bro shut up. You asked him to come?" Chris talks to me now. I nod my head.

"Mhm, I knew you guys always celebrate your birthday together, I didn't want you to break that tradition since you are in La now and I know how much he means to you guys."

"You're the fucking best, this is why I love you so much. Seriously. Thankyou for literally everything you've done for me and my brothers today this is unreal and definitely unnecessary." He lets everyone hear his praise to me. I smile smugly.

Matt leads us towards our table and I hear Chris whisper something in my ear for only me to hear. "You're getting fucked good tonight". He pulls back to flash me one of those grins that make me weak in the knees. He walks with his arm around my shoulder. I'm in pure heat and I need some sort of relief.

I booked a VIP booth, which was unnecessarily expensive. However its next to the balcony that overlooks the lively city hustling with busy people walking into entertainment clubs or shops. There's a potential aroma of the grill cooking away and we're sitting in a busy but comfortable and chatty atmosphere. There's live jazz music playing in the background on a small stage with people dancing in the space Infront. People talk and eat and laugh and drink which completes the happy vibes of this place.

Chris lets me have the balcony seat so I can looks at everything going on. He knows I love pretty views. There were a generous amount of other tall buildings surrounding us too. It was a dark breezy night. Slightly chill but bearable. It was also a full moon which was the only source of light other than the dim lamps listen in the middle of each table. I looked over at Chris who's seated next to me. Nate next to him, Alahna next to him. Nick across from me,his partner next to him, Matt and Ramona next to them.

Chris looks unreal. The way the moonlight and dim lanterns cast dancing shadows across his face,his pink full lips and sharp features. His eyes, the way the light blue pops more in the moonlight. I look at his laugh and I feel like I'm falling in love all over again.

I listen to the conversation Nate makes with everyone. Soon enough a waitress takes our orders. Chris leans back and rests his hand on my exposed thigh, rubbing slowly. My breath hitches as his hand gets higher under the table. He keeps it rested there, squeezing my not doing anymore.

Our dinner goes well, the food arriving and definitely living up to it's famous reviews. We ordered deserts and conversation flowed again as our wait began.

"seriously though, Thankyou for everything again baby, you didn't have to do all this but we appreciate it" Chris says so the whole table hears that everything was organised because of me. He wraps his arm around my shoulder and kisses my forehead.

"Yeah man, youre real for this, we appreciate it thankyou" Matt says.

"You're my bestfriend I already loved you but the fact you go out your way to do all this is insane. Thankyou" Nick also talks and everyone else at the table thanks me for inviting them and making it happen.

"funny you say this is too much. I booked us all a holiday to Brazil for next week, you better pack your bags" I say as everyone's jaws drop.

"YOU BOOKED US A HOLIDAY OUT THE STATE FOR NEXT WEEK AND DIDNT THINK TO TELL ANYONE IN ADVANCE?!" Nicks eyes widen in disbelief.

"..... Surprise?" I shrug my shoulders. Everyone talks over each other. "Shut up" "no way". All of a sudden question are being launched at me. Chris finds this the perfect opportunity to slide his hand back down my body and place it on my thigh again. He squeezes hard as I try not to make a sound. I feel his fingers slip under my dress and hook my thong to the side. He runs his fingertip across my folds, circling around my entrance. I mean back, knowing how cocky Chris is gonna get knowing I'm already dripping wet.

"Am I coming too?" Alahna perks up in her seat.

"Of course you are, I've booked it for everyone here, I wouldn't ever leave anyone out" I smile. Chris index finger rubs on my clit. I squeeze my legs tight, wanting to feel the sensation of his rough hands touch everywhere but not be confronted. He takes the same hand to open my thigh then snake his hand down my dress again except this time plunging it straight inside me.

"How long for?" Nick inquires.

"two weeks" Chris squirms his fingers inside letting my heat build up again.

"TWO WEEKS?" Matt says in his gentle scream.

"Mhm." They all remain oblivious to the pure heavenly sensations I feel whilst talking to them with a poker face. Chris wet fingers are back on my clit, rubbing circles up and down and left and right. I subtly rock my hips with his hand, trying to feel more. His fingers are slipping and squirming inside me again as I arch my back, playing it off as a back scratch. I feel deep butterflies in my stomach. Everyone's still oblivious. I just want to moan out his name. Archig just makes his fingers dig deeper. My pussy pulsates around his hand as my clit rubs of the palm of his hand. I fight the urge to start grinding on his hand right there, his fingers slick moves driving me crazy but it isn't enough.

Our deserts arrive. Chris removes his hand gently wiping the wetness off onto a tissue in his lap, staring at his hands. I also stare at his hands, wishing I could suck my own wetness off him. I'm partially relieved, partially left feeling lika a desperate whore for his fingers to spread me apart and make me come right here right now. I need to feel him so bad.

I take my ice-cream ice-cream and watch as Chris eats his, licking the spoon clean after each bite. The way his tongue spreads into the dip of the spoon to clean it off. I look away over the balcony, lust spreading over me at the thought of what else he can do with his tongue.

The city could be heard singing joyful songs from different streets and cars could be scurrying down roads like beetles. The lights beamed skywards from some buildings as they faded off into the pure dark abyss of the sky. Buildings in all shapes and sizes were spurting up from the ground around us.

Half an hour later, the desert plates were empty and the bill was paid. Everyone already knew of the party and had brought clothes to change into. We agreed we get changed either in the bathroom here or at his house. Everyone was going to go in the same ride they arrived at the restaurant with. Everyone said temporary goodbyes and headed to part ways.

It was just me and Chris left now. He picked me up bridal style as I squealed, walking down the stairs with me in his arms. He took long quick strides across the parking lot towards our car that was parked under the shade of a tree. I watched his serious expression, my arms clinging around his neck to stop me from falling. I inhaled the sweet aroma of his perfume, wanting it to intoxicate every part of me.

Without a word and with a swift movement, Chris opens the back door to my car and gently lays me down onto the backseat not taking his eyes off me. He climbs on top of me and closes the door gently with his foot knowing how protective of my car I am.

His lips latch on to mine whilst undoing his tie in the almost complete darkness of my porsche. There's little to no light and we can only make out the outline of each others bodies. The smell and the feeling of Chris makes me open my legs wider letting him kneel in-between them. I feel a heart beat bouncing inside my pussy having his hands and lips all over me. Our breathes and wants desperate, Chris takes his lips off mine only to undo the top two buttons off his shirt before cupping my face in his large hands and kissing me again. His tongue slides into my mouth licking mine as our mouths inhale each other. He sloppily moves to my jaw as his knee moves between my legs, pressing against my clit. I arch against it, letting out a breathy moan, fueling the sensation

"Chris.." I get out before he puts his finger on my mouth to silence me. His lips move to my neck and down to my chest where he runs his hands over my clothes nipples. He tugs down my dress taking my tits out to grope and suck them. He leaves a hickey on my left breast before kissing down my body.

"Hips up baby" he breathes. "I'm so desperate for you" he moans as I do what he says. Lifting my hips slightly giving him access to pull my dress up my stomach. He hooks a finger around my pants and pulls them down and throws them to the front seat.

I now lay bottom half bare and exposed Infront of his eyes. Pressing his hands into my thighs he snaps me legs open. Through the dark car, I see a faint version of his eyes look up at mine. The deathly grip on my thighs has me painfully soaked. He leisurely lowers his head but pause for a minute.

His hot breathe hits off my clit which makes me arch my back pushing my pussy forward for him to taste. The sensation of his breath on my clit, the anticipation of his open mouth centimetres from the place that needs him most. I'm almost, I really need him but I know what he wants.

"Chris please. I've been longing for you all night I need you to touch me please. I can't wait any longer. Please Chris, please touch me." I moan out desperately trying to wiggle my hips closer to him but proving impossible from the added pressure Chris has on my thighs to keep me pinned down.

"Needy whore" Chris smirks before flattening his tongue against my clit and licking up. I let out a moan of relief after longing for this all evening.

"mhhh, Chris fuck, more please" I beg as I feel his tongue circle around my clit and dance over my folds. He removes a hand from my thigh just to plunge two of his lengthy fingers into my hole making me string out satisfied moans. He keeps his eyes on mine. He looks, wild, the unbuttoned shirt, collar bone slightly exposed, his hair disorderly. The eye contact he doesn't let go off. This sight alone pushes my orgasm. He works with his mouth sucking and spitting until I'm arching and his fingers are slipping and sliding and speeding and I'm screaming his name and it's all so much so quick and my stomach tightens and i grip onto the seat heads and he stops.

"Baby, please dont stop" but he's unzipping his pants again and throwing them on the floor of the seat. His hands find my waist flipping me onto my stomach faster than i can comprehend.

"i can't take this longer" he says to himself. My clit left again, swollen, wanting, throbbing and deprived of touch once again.

"baby you know how it goes, face down ass up" he says bending down to my right ear to kiss the top of it, hands still placed on hips. He assists me in pushing myself up. He pulls down his boxers and makes me feel his thick cock, snapping his hips deep without letting me get used to his size.

"oooh, baby" I cry out arching my ass, pushing against him as his hands on my waist move me in time with his body. A loud slapping filling the air.His fingers on my clit again.

"Back it up on me" Chris sighs out as I feel the heat between my legs get hotter. I listen. He stops moving and I start shaking my ass on him,my arms straight gripping the door handle and my face lay sideways on the red leather seats.

"Yeah just like that" Chris moans dropping his hands arms by his side watching my ass shake and bounce off his pelvis. I feel the top of his dick inside me punching my g spot with every move i made, this making my legs loose strength. Chris slapped my ass and spread his harsh hands across my cheeks before thrusting into me again moving my ass with his hands. His head leans back to groan then he looks down at the mess he's making off me.

I knew he was coming when he bent over me, stilling inside me as far as he could go. Hands still positioned on my ass. I arched and moved foreward,screaming as Chris kept pushing into me.

"Chris I can't" I squeeze myself tighter causing Chris eyes to squeeze shut and let out a crude moan before keeping his thrusts going after fucking out his high. He touches my clit, rubbing. Seconds later im moving back into him,making the same face and sounds letting myself go all over his girthy dick. Chris slaps my ass one more time and let's go.

He pulls out and smirks flipping me back over again in his arms as he lies on my chest for a minute in silence. After hours of needing I finally feel satisfied. We both catch our breathes. Chris then kisses my neck, his after sex glow flushing his cheeks pink making him look adorable in the distant light of the moon.

"baby?" He says softly breaking the silence. He looks up at me. I look down at him.

"hm?"

"i don't think I wanna go to the party. Can we just go home and watch something together?" He asks. A lot of effort went to this party but if that's what he wants then what's he gets.

"that's sounds perfect." I say smiling. He pecks my lips before we get up and get dressed. Chris drives us home.

Ik it lacks plot It was mainly written for the sex lmao 🙏

#chris sturniolo smut #matt sturniolo #fanfic #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #cars #nick sturniolo #sturniolo smut #smut #writing #dinner

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fillinforlater · 1 year

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Monday of Appreciation: Part 65

Hello everyone, Smite here!

It's Monday and so I am back, bringing you MoA consistently since 2021. Should I put a trade mark on that now? Lmao. If I had more time I would make it a whole review paper. Okay that is a tiny bit over the top and optimistic, but nonetheless, the appreciation will be given. You mustn't resist :)

Update: After the craziness I posted last week, I'll go softer (or not?). My current projects are either long or haven't started, so you'll have to stay patient, thank you all!

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@iznsfw: Sweet Talking ft. Sakura

Y E S, Kura smut! This dialogue only smut not only got me horny for more of IZ's Christmas posts, but also ready to finally write Sakura again... hopefully I'll make it till Christmas. Thank you for this very good piece, IZ, you never let us down!

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@sinswithpleasure: [We'll Keep This] Our Dirty Little Secret ft. Chaewon

Sins writing Chaewon, omg! School uniform, stress relief, a little danger, just how I like it. Makes me want to do it in Uni tbh, although I'm a) missing the courage and b) missing the Chaewon. Maybe I'll get one soon kekw. Nice one, Sins!

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@co-reborn: Reign ft. Saerom (Co-writer: @worldsover)

Oh fuck, anal galore. C.O and Levi and it's pure indulgence in and on the ass if Saerom. This is a guarantee to make you horny and an urgent call to read back the other parts. I really hope for more, you two are amazing!

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@kaedespicelatte: white. ft. Chaehyun

Kaede is back, and from this one pic, we all know why. I dunno if my eyes could have been more spread open at seeing Chaehyun in that titty outfit. Click on the link to find out what I mean---reading the fic after that is a given ofc.

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@ggidolsmuts: Hype Boy Hype Girl ft. Choi Yujin

Cuz I-I-I know what you like ddeun boy /

you're my-y-y chemical hype writer boy /

Y'all, listen to Hype Boy and read this fic. The clever usage of the lyrics makes it a blast to read, apart from the usual Ddeun smut greatness.

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@existslikepristin: Summon ft. Lola (PIXY)

I'm angry: this has less than 40 Notes...

I know that the idol is not well know or the theme might be very unique and dark, but cmon, give it a try. It's very well written, genuinely scary and has an idol I've never seen written before. Good job, ELP!

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@iznsfw: Mon Chef D'oeuvre ft. Hyewon

IZ could be on here so many fucking times, but I haven't been able to read all the new fics. I will get to them, I'm excited, but today it's ""just"" two. This one is my favorite, I swear, it's close to the perfect Hyewon fic. It combines elements I've seen in Levi's fics, with creative art smut, story telling and absolute drama. All with the touch of IZ, who is also an excellent angst writer.

I can really, really understand the #IZGOAT agenda. Fucking legendary! All Hyewon fans, READ THIS

Have nice December week, stay warm and hydrated!

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techforevil-er · 1 year

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01-07.01.2023

has it really only been a week?

at work

i ran a part 1 of team values workshop in place of a retro, i wrote it up and i'm waiting for feedback from my PM before proceeding. trying to make the process at leat a little bit async. this will be very useful for reviewing healthcheck questions

changed standup format and my method of terrorising the team. I mentioned before that we basically have either an icebreaker or a mole every standup with points system, I got copies of Saboteur for the two winners. :) this Q, inspired by someone on LinkedIn, to focus on collaboration I only pull up the board and ask 'what help do you need today?' & people raise their hands if they have something to say - there's a points system again for every help request or thank you (they score each other). we shall see how it goes. it's a bit of a challenge as the team is on a quieter side but going through the motions and treating standup as a reporting meeting is kind of useless to me...

stole some design system day stickers and made a creature (i've swapped the blue and green ears since taking the pic because too much of the colour on the same side was annoying me.....)

in my own time

horror show @ somerset house

very good exhibit, the first part is probably the weakest through sheer repetition (if you've been to any exhibit about uk music, counterculture, or fashion you'd have seen the same pics of Bowie, Vivienne Westwood etc) but gets interesting in the 2 later sections with lots of cool art, props, and historical artefacts, plus one of the few video rooms where i actually sat through the entire presentation (feat Aphex Twin, Ghostwatch, Radiohead, and more). they also screen the entirety of Derek Jarman's Blue!

youtube

strange clay @ hayward

i nearly missed this, i need to be less of a dunce about exhibits i want to see in 2023. many spectacular and inspiring* pieces from various artists but my highlight was the Lindsay Meyrick room with Till Death Do Us Part (1987) installation.

In Mendick's imagined household, which she has rendered from below-ground perspective, we encounter teeming groups of ceramic vermin: navy slugs are at war in the kitchen, an octopus erupts from the toilet, wasps and moths infest the hallway, spiders crawl through water pipes and cockroaches plan a cyber attack in the living room while mice and rats feast at the dining table. As it highlights the ambivalence and complexity of domestic relations, Mendick's tragicomic installation also reveals the irony and humour of situations that might otherwise be unbearable. 'Our houses are personal worlds - microcosms of hell, bliss, or loneliness,' the artists explains.

i'm reading: Gideon the Ninth. it's ok, a bit silly in places in that YA way and the cast is way too big (and multi-named) for me to follow very well in some scenes but i will get the other parts of the series.

i'm watching: Copenhagen Cowboy. classic NWR so far, in the best way possible.

i ate: finally visited Barbary (mostly because my haircut appointment was 1 minute down the road) and was not disappointed! quite pricy (single nan for £5 💀) but a treat should cost i suppose... i had the brussel sprouts, cauliflower, and the aforementioned nan with a spinach dip. i'd recommend the latter three if sticking to veg, altho maybe next time i'll just try different dips instead of going for mains. they only have bar seating around the kitchen which is not my favourite but did ensure super snappy service and really is ideal for solo dining.

next week

i'm going to see Tár, and maybe M3GAN (either it's getting a very limited release or some cinemas have not put it up yet).

dinner with pals at Berenjak. lunch with some of the team at Unity Diner. maybe another team lunch at Eataly.

first meeting of a Delivery Leadership peer group.

my pottery classes restart, and I have the first session (of 2) of mould making course.

more of trying to lift heavy things!! 😤

#weeknote #Youtube

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flyonthewallmedstudent · 2 years

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I just saw your House post. Would an infection affecting the brain always have a fever or other obvious signs of infection? I'm a young person (25) and just began experiencing some very bizarre neurological stuff that I've never experienced before, worsening over the course of a month, and I just had my appointment with the neurologist today. When I mentioned that as a possibility she told me I would definitely have a fever or be clammy.

Symptoms began with (new) migraine with classic aura, then more headaches with preceding cognitive impairment, tingling, and after like a month headache episodes preceded by involuntary movement that isn't consistent with any motor disorder, and then what made me question infection was elevated heart rate with episodes of tachycardia up to 140bpm. I don't want to be paranoid with the doctors, but part of me is worried that it's something serious that may cause preventable damage if not caught. The referral from the ER to neurology took 2 weeks after the motor stuff started, and she gave me a referral to get an EEG and see a movement disorder specialist but that will probably take weeks too.

I apologize, I've really neglected this blog - as in I can end up queuing posts in one day for up to a year and forget it exists.

And what invariably in happens is that I don't read any of the messages that come my way anymore, simply because I don't login frequently.

Disclaimer: I'm not a neurologist, and these would be my very general/superficial answers. Q1: Depends on the infection. In some cases, such as encephalitis (inflammation/infection of the brain tissue itself) you may not always develop a fever or notice one. That said, it is extremely, extremely rare to pick up encephalitis if you're other wise young and healthy. Also, there are risky behaviours we usually associate with it, like eating uncooked pork. Things we normally wouldn't do (and for good reason).

In the elderly population, their bodies may not always be able to mount a proper fever anymore either. Similarly, if you're immune suppressed you may not be able to depending on what's been suppressed.

Even then, you would have other symptoms and signs if you had good going encephalitis. Classically, behavioural changes (like really bizzare behaviours) are what might suggest this differential. Like someone with previous no mental health issues suddenly having hallucinations - we'd consider this, among many other things.

So, to all intents and purposes, in your case, it's quite possible the constellation of signs you have would only be associated with infection if you had a fever. Or at least be more obvious on your blood work or any imaging. I'd be surprised if no one's scanned your brain yet. Hence the answer received from your neurologist.

Q2: Most of the time it is the migraine at fault when you're young. It's not entirely uncommon to have young people in their 20s present to an ED as a stroke for instance, (and be treated as one till proven otherwise). It's one of the mimic's for stroke. As well as Todd's paresis - aka, an altered state post seizure. These are both far more common than an infection afflicting the brain.

Re: 2 week turnaround time - that's actually considered an urgent review. I've unfortunately seen much longer wait times now, particularly thanks to the pandemic (and that will be the new normal in many parts of the world). The only thing faster is an admission to hospital.

Regardless, it will never feel short as a patient waiting for answers. It is anxiety provoking.

When you are concerned about your health, you are always entitled to get a second opinion. If you see your PCP or family doctor you can ask for a referral elsewhere.

Alternatively, if things change or get worse, it is always worth another trip to the ED

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endlich-allein · 2 years

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My 'Zeit' review

Okay the night was short. So as I said earlier, we need to talk about Rammstein's new album. Today no photos, just my opinion that you didn't ask and you probably don't care. It doesn't matter, I'll give it to you anyway. Obviously what follows is my personal opinion and engages only me.

What to say ? A lot because Zeit is an album that looks nothing like the others, especially not the previous one. If the Untitled album was heterogeneous as a whole, with some very good and some less good, this new album is more homogeneous, the songs are of equal quality both in their vocal and musical interpretation and in their construction. However, this homogeneity means that there is no masterpiece in this album, there is no Deutschland, there are "only" good songs without any of them really coming out of the lot. I've seen many people compare this album to Rosenrot, yet it's relatively distinguishable, the theme of the songs is closer to the LIFAD album and musically it tends to be in line with Sehnsucht. But the comparisons stop there, Zeit is a surprising album, the guys could have just done the same thing as in 2019, but no, they dared and came out of their comfort zone to deliver a totally original album, without frills, and really, really good from start to finish.

Before talking about the songs themselves, I would like us to address the two points that particularly jumped out at me. Keyboards and voice. Very clearly Flake's keyboards are the musical dominants of this album, on some songs they even go so far as to stifle the guitars. They add lightness to dark themes without overdoing it. Till's voice is a real conductor, it is his voice who sets the tempo and announces the color of the songs, Till shows us his talent as a narrator and the extent of his vocal palette, capable of yelling like to whisper his texts.

The songs now. 'Armee der Tristen' was one of the songs I expected the most and I'm not disappointed, we start strong. Mamamia keyboards ! And this heady tune with Till's voice coming up and down, slowing down the rhythm to state all my faults (lol this song sounds like my life "Depressiv, betrübt, zerschlagen / Sollten wir zusammen verzagen / Deprimiert und melancholisch / Pessimistic, devilish"). I really like this song a lot.

I will pass quickly on 'Zeit' and 'Zick Zack' since we have already been able to talk about it when the videos were released.

I found in the song 'Schwarz' little things from the songs 'Hallomann' or 'Mein Herz Brennt', when I told you that the keyboards came to counterbalance the dark theme this is the case here, with at the end the addition of violins.

'Giftig' is a fucking UFO ! Unclassifiable. Musicaly nothing to say, everything plays its role to perfection, the keyboards with their jumping score come to pose notes on the powerful riff of the guitars. And Till's voice just waiting to get angry (the "ja" at 2:22 made me weak). Too bad the song is so short, we want more.

For 'OK' and 'Dicke Titten' I was a little afraid, given the topics covered, that they would redo us 'Pussy' (because I admit it I am one of those who do not like this song). On 'OK' there is a lot of work on the guitars, a fast rhythm of drums, musically we are getting closer to "heavy", without forgetting the keyboards which are still there. This is a very good surprise for me. And 'Dicke Titten' has this absurd side that Rammstein masters perfectly, with this little cartoon music in the intro. This song sends loud.

'Meine Tränen' has an epic western side that I really appreciate. And my god this text is heartbreaking.

I think I'll go into more detail on the song 'Angst' tonight when the video comes out because I have a pretty accurate interpretation of that song. But damn it, Till is doing something crazy to us like the song 'Puppe'.

'Lugen' is an excellent song and the use of autotune (which I totally condemn in certain artists who use and abuse it) is very well used. A vocal artifice for a song that speaks of lies and illusions. Genius !

'Adieu' gets into your head very quickly "Adieu Goodbye Auf Wiedersehen". I don't really want to develop this song any further. Maybe I'll come back to that later...

Here I think I told you everything I thought of this album. After a few listens I like it more and more and I got nothing but positive from it. I would be delighted to have your opinion, to know if you like it or not and why, which songs have marked you the most, which songs you would like to see live, etc. Don't hesitate !

#my toughts #zeit album #rammstein #rammstein 2022

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sweet-symphony0 · 3 years

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Legacy: Epilogue

Author's Note: well...we've reached the end. We made it. I also found out today is World Teachers Day, so what could be a more fitting day to finish. I've been putting off writing this because I didn't want it to end. Not even sure I'm ready to say goodbye to this. It'll be weird, not having this to write for every Tuesday, but this has been amazing. Love this story, love these twins, love you guys. This fandom is pretty great and I'm so happy I got to share this with all of you. Thank you. My inbox is open if you want to come chat all things Legacy with me (please do, send me prompts/asks, I’m not ready to let go). ♥️🖤

Previous Chapter

Tags: @the-real-ramimalekpeen @xmxisxforxmaybe @laminy @hah0106 @ramilicious @ramimedley @edteche2 @txmel @sassystrawberryk @moon-stars-soul

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The nominations came out in early January the following year, four months after the film's release, after its run in theatres and when it eventually hit Netflix. After all the press tours had been finished, after the night of the premiere, when everyone had gotten spectacularly drunk. Three months after Sami's students had stopped pestering him with questions, whispering about him when they saw him in the hallways, having seen the film for themselves. Three months after his own colleagues had stopped asking him millions of questions, half-joking (or not, Sami couldn't tell) that they were annoyed they hadn't made it into the film.

He was deep into teaching his fourth period when he heard his phone starting to ring, and he ignored it, continuing his review for midterms. But even as the ringing ended, another call was happening, texts were coming in, and Sami stopped to wonder what was happening that was so important, and then mentally told himself the period was almost over and wait until then. That was until his neighbor, a fellow English teacher, knocked on his door and peeked in, smiling in excitement.

"Sorry, sorry, I know you're teaching-but I just had come congratulate you, I just saw the news-"

Sami blinked. What news? "Sorry?"

Her face dropped. "Oh, you don't know?"

"Know what?"

"Know that-" She gestured vaguely and then looked around the room, keenly aware of every student watching. "Golden Globe nominations came out today. Your brother is nominated."

"What?"

Sami dropped the marker he was holding as his jaw dropped, not even registering when his kids started cheering. Rushing to get his phone, he knew he wouldn't be teaching for the rest of the period, not when there was only ten minutes left and he couldn't focus. Sure enough, when he dug it out of his bag, he had nineteen text messages, four missed calls, and two emails. He scrolled the missed calls first, seeing one from Jasmine and his mother respectively, then their texts they'd sent when he hadn't answered. He sorted through till he found the link someone had sent of the nominations, clicking it and scrolling Vanity Fair's website till he came to the "Best Actor-Drama" category. Sure enough, there was Rami Malek-Raised Ambition nestled in between Oscar Isaac-Salivation and Joaquin Phoenix-Lovers like Us.

Sami stared, a slow grin spreading across his features, and he looked up at his coworker, and now at his other colleagues who'd joined, standing at the door. His grin broadened when they started clapping, and the kids joined, and Sami couldn't help but laugh in amazement.

"Shit, how am I supposed to teach now?!"

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Rami was woken up by the sound of his phone ringing. Fumbling for it as he stuck his arm out from under the covers, he checked the caller ID briefly before answering it. "Hello...?"

Sam's voice was too bright. "Oh, did I wake you?"

"...Yes?"

"Well, I'm calling with good news, which seeing how you've been sleeping, you probably haven't heard."

"Good news?" Rami propped himself up on one elbow, mussing his hair once he caught sight of his unruly bed head. "What news?"

"Nominations came out today for the globes. We're nominated."

Rami blinked and put his phone on speaker, going to scroll through his messages now, all of them congratulating him on the news. Finding a full list from his agents, he found his name, staring in shock. It was his sixth time being nominated, and the feeling never got old.

"Holy shit."

"Congrats man," Sam was saying as Rami scrolled through the rest of the list, seeing if anyone else was nominated. "You deserve it."

"Thanks," Rami smiled then, the feeling of elation starting to creep in. "What else did we get?"

"Best cinematography, and best picture. Three nominations is solid."

"No best screenplay? Or director? I'm suing. Bullshit."

"Yeah well, you can sue out of your own pocket, I don't have that kind of money. I'll go broke." Rami laughed and Sam joined in, the euphoria setting in now.

"Three nominations," Rami mused, grinning. "Not bad for our little indie feature."

"No, it's amazing! You should be proud. Go find Sami, celebrate for me."

"Will do," Rami beamed, already moving to his brother's contact to text him. "I'll talk to you later, alright? Fucking hell, go us!"

Sam laughed, after discussing plans to chat again in the evening, Rami hung up, scrolling through his texts, answering each of the well wishes he'd received before he went to call his mother, beaming at the elation in her voice, tearing up alongside her when he heard her voice crack. Next were his agents, his management, his whole team, and after chatting with them for an hour, screaming into the phone and blowing their eardrums out, Sami finally responded:

"We did it. Holy fuck we're nominated. I can't believe this"

Rami laughed, flopping back onto his pillows again as he typed out a response.

"Come over for dinner. Grading can wait one night."

Sami showed up later that night with a bottle of Clase Azul Reposado in hand, wasting no time in cracking it open and pouring it into the two shot glasses Rami laid out upon seeing what Sami had brought with him. Recapping the bottle, he picked his glass up, clinking it carefully against the one Rami held.

"Fuck yeah," was all Rami said before he downed his in a smooth swallow, both wincing and relishing the burn that hit as it slid down his throat. "That's good."

"It is," Sami nodded, looking unfazed by the burn. "I'd forgotten about this bottle, I think you bought it for me."

"Probably."

"Want another?" When Rami laughed and nodded, Sami grinned, pouring them each another glass. "Maybe we should take six."

"What the fuck? Do you want to die? Is that your plan for celebrating?"

"What?" Sami grinned widely. "It's your sixth time nominated, one for each time. It's perfect." Rami went silent, unable to tell if he was serious, and then it looked like he was contemplating it, and Sami snorted. "Dude, I'm kidding. No, I don't want us to die, mom would bring us back to kill us again. I'm not dealing with that."

Rami laughed, but he poured them another shot this time. "She would. Alright fine, three each. That still makes six and that works."

"Cheater," Sami quipped, but he took a lime wedge anyway. "Alright. Cheers." And he tipped the glass back, bringing the lime to his lips, Rami watching with some fascination, marveling how Sami still took tequila shots like they were nothing after all these years. And as he followed suit, he wished, not for the first time, he held his brother's talent. He might like tequila as much as anyone else in Los Angeles, Sami included, but that certainly didn't mean he harbored the same finesse Sami held.

Sliding the glass away, he shook his head slightly to clear it. "Alright, I'm good. That'll fuck me up enough."

"Yep," Sami hiccuped, and then grinned at him. "Now I need food, I still have work tomorrow."

"Right," Rami sprang out of his seat, reaching for the takeout he'd picked up earlier, hearing his phone ringing on the table. "Can you see who that is? It's probably Sam, he said hi."

Sami meandered to the table, smiling when he saw the caller ID, pressing answer as he held the phone up for the FaceTime call. "It's not. It's someone better."

"You're not the twin I called," Jasmine's voice floated through the room, and Sami laughed, walking back to where Rami was heating up food. "I'll take it though."

"You better take it," Sami laughed, looking at her with an incredulous expression. "We all know I'm the better twin."

"Debatable," Rami called over, and he glanced at the screen, smiling at his sister. "Hey, Jazzy."

"Shut up, it is not."

"You're not the one with six Golden Globe nominations-"

"You wouldn't have the sixth if not for me, asshat-"

"Okay," Jasmine cut in, an exasperated expression on her face already. "God, both of you together are annoying sometimes. Rami, congratulations!"

"Thank you," Rami beamed, laughing a little easier now that the tequila was setting in. "I can't believe it. It hasn't sunk in yet."

"You deserve it! I'm excited for you," Jasmine smiled. "It's probably the start to many more."

Rami blushed, heating up another dish for the taco bar he was laying out. "You don't know that."

"I don't, but I'm probably right." And she laughed at the expression on Rami's face, smiling. "Anyway, mom says hi, sends her love, she called right?"

"Yeah, she called," Rami nodded. "This morning. I'll stop by tomorrow."

"Great. Alright, I gotta go, just wanted to say hey. Night guys."

"Night," they chorused, two near identical grins, before hanging up, and Rami placed the phone back down, getting back to work on dinner.

"How's it feel?"

Rami took a minute, mulling it over for the right word. "Surreal, I'd say. This whole thing, it's just wild."

Sami clapped his shoulder. "Better suit up then, since it's not over. Literally." And he grinned when Rami snorted, and then laughed more when Rami sighed, an air of exasperation in his tone.

"That was awful."

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It didn't matter how many red carpets Rami stood on, how many premieres or award shows he attended, he was sure he would never get used to the flashing lights of cameras in his face. He'd learned over the years, how to smooth out his expression, pose, look good for cameras, dress in ways that helped, but it never got much easier. And the Globes, even with it's laid back manner, was no different.

The Beverly Hilton was packed with reporters, executives, and nominees by the time their limo arrived, and before they'd even all stepped out of the car, Rami could hear people calling his name. He led his family towards the center where the nominees were walking, and while he knew there was a rule as to where family was allowed, he ignored it, up until he got told otherwise.

More posing, more smiling, more interviews, and Rami could feel the excitement settling in, clearing away the nerves as he sought out his favorite reporters on the carpet. It was easy this time, getting to talk about Sami and his profession more than he ever had. He'd never had any difficulty in gushing about Sami, and this time was no different.

By the time they were ushered inside, to their table, champagne glasses in hand, they were all in high spirits, and as Rami took a seat between Sami and Jasmine, he waved to Sam and Emmy sitting across from them. The Golden Globes were a favorite among attendees in Hollywood, due to the fact that there were tables rather than auditorium seating, food along with drinks, and everyone chatted during the commercial breaks. It was as much of a networking event as it was an award show, one that proved to be useful considering Rami had landed three roles alone from this night before.

As the lights dimmed and people took their seats, they watched and waited with baited breath, as each category was called out, applauding for each nominee and winner that was called. They all straightened in anticipation as Best Cinematography was announced, and Rami's eyes found Sam's quickly, cheering as Todd's name was called as a nominee, but that feeling swiftly dissipated into disappointment when it wasn't Todd who was called, but Christopher Doyle instead.

Down the categories they went, as the night got longer, and people got steadily drunker, Rami thought idly that he always forgot, as he drank his third glass of champagne, just how long the Golden Globes were. And finally, when they reached the Best Actor in a Drama-Film category, Rami gripped the edge of the tablecloth so tight he was white-knuckled. The names were announced, running through each one, and a clip from the film for each nominee, and when his own name was announced, "Rami Malek: Raised Ambition," he let out an exhale he didn't even realize he was holding, beaming when Sami grinned at him proudly. They turned their gazes to the screen that was flashing a scene of the film, watching as Rami launched into a monologue, and Rami was fully aware of every camera in the room being on him.

He'd come into this award season not expecting to be nominated, much less win. This was a smaller feature, and yes, it was Sam's production with Lionsgate, so it wasn't nothing. But he hadn't expected it to make award buzz, and remembered staring at the invitation with his name on it in awe when he got it in the mail. He remembered the way he and Sami got drunk that night nominations were announced, and how they had too much tequila, and then made the horrible decision to break out the whiskey too, and then eventually later, much later, passed a vape back and forth between them on the balcony, breathing in the chilly January air. He remembered waking up the next morning with a hangover, but all of that vanishing when he remembered the reason why.

This film hadn't been made for any type of accolade, or recognition, at least not for him. It was a celebration of what he considered to be something pivotal in education, and more importantly, a celebration of his twin, and that was special enough to be proud of. And getting to do it with people he cared about, people like Sam and Amie, who knew him for who he was, getting to work with them every day, was just the icing on top. Whatever happened, being nominated for this was an honor in of itself, and he fully wasn't expecting to win, not against the competition he had. He didn't even have a speech prepared, despite his agent's urging to, but he hadn't seen the need.

So it came as a complete shock to him when his name was called, people looking at him and standing, clapping in his direction.

It took him a moment to register it, his attention drawn to Jasmine screaming and leaping up, nearly knocking over her glass in excitement, and it was then that Sami was pulling him to his feet, hugging him and screaming in his ear, "get up there!"

And Rami beamed, hugging back, shaking his head in amazement, kissing his mother on the cheek, squeezing Amie's hand as he passed, and then he was making his way up the stairs in Emma Stone's direction. Kissing her cheek and taking both the statue and envelope from her, he gazed out at the standing ovation he was getting, suddenly finding himself at a loss for words.

"I...uh..." Rami exhaled, smiling when people cheered again, internally cursing himself for not listening to his team. "I know people say they don't have speeches prepared, but I really didn't. I..I was not expecting this, not with Joaquin right there." There were a few chuckles, and Joaquin winked at him, grinning. "First off, uh...thank you to HFPA for this, and to be nominated amongst these fine actors is a real privilege, and not one I take lightly. I have to thank our producers, Michael Gilbert and Lionsgate, Sam Esmail, our brilliant director, you're stuck with me for life, man, sorry to break it to you." Sam laughed, pointing in his direction, and for a brief moment, Rami caught sight of Yariv Milchin in the crowd, and he felt inwardly smug seeing the expression of distaste Yariv wore.

It fueled him as he grinned, continuing, "my agents, my team, thank you to everyone; the entire cast and crew of this amazing film, all of you who worked so tirelessly on this. Listen, we made a...a heartfelt film on what it means to be passionate, and help others find their passions, and the importance of raising each other up so we can collectively raise the next generation, and I think that's an incredible message. I think it's...an evergreen story, we all have had a teacher in our lives who have influenced us, shaped us to be who we are, and some of them were our earliest supporters; teachers are-they're the backbones of our society, and this film just goes to show the heart and dedication of what it takes to be part of that every day, and I couldn't be more proud to have made it with such an extraordinary group of people."

He took a beat as there was more applauding, shifting his gaze to the table his family was sat, all watching with proud, enamored expressions. "And finally, I have to thank my family, my mom-" More cheering, and Rami could feel the adrenaline coursing through his veins. "My, sister, of course my brother, Sami-" he had to raise his voice because the room exploded, and Rami could feel the tears building, the lump in his throat growing as his voice cracked. "Listen, they say to not ever meet your heroes, and sometimes if you're lucky, you get to meet them, but if you're really lucky, you're born with them. And I got that in Sami, and how fortunate am I, because there's no one better. You've been by my side since the beginning, and now we got to do this, which is more than I could have ever dreamed, so-"

Rami's voice wavered, his vision blurred as he locked eyes with Sami's identical blue ones, equally misty-eyed. "Sami...Sami, I love you, this is for you, this is because of you, so get up here."

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#rami malek #sami malek #twin tuesday #twin tuesday fic #the malek twins #malek twin appreciation #that’s it #end scene #thank you a million times for reading #thank you for going on this with me every week #in case you're wondering: rami doesn't keep this golden globe at his house next to all his other awards #because Sami has it #and he has it proudly displayed

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unbalancedscale · 2 years

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I posted 91 times in 2021

37 posts created (41%)

54 posts reblogged (59%)

For every post I created, I reblogged 1.5 posts.

I added 69 tags in 2021

#ask - 13 posts

#asks - 9 posts

#answered asks - 8 posts

#prose - 6 posts

#art - 6 posts

#love - 6 posts

#aesthetic - 6 posts

#moon - 5 posts

#writers on tumblr - 5 posts

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Longest Tag: 50 characters

#and i'll write again about it when i see you again

My Top Posts in 2021

I'm waiting today

For your words to float

Sent in small packages

I wish for them to see the most

41 notes • Posted 2021-01-07 06:30:38 GMT

(220321)

I'm back, in the same corner, behind the same door in the only room I've seen for the past 19 years.

Replaying all my memories, I'm stuck with this black and white film reel I should have struck a match to a long time ago. I think, I need to break free

"what do you want to do?"

"run away forever"

"what about the rest?"

"who cares"

(But someone always does, right?)

@unbalancedscale

@wanderingmoon

46 notes • Posted 2021-03-22 12:51:20 GMT

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Talking to the winds

I realised

You are a concept and you will never return

"it must suck to be me"

"why do you say so?"

"nah! nothing, just thought so, from all the first hand experience I have"

Your true self has been missing all along anyway

@unbalancedscale

@wanderingmoon

57 notes • Posted 2021-03-26 07:38:37 GMT

Devotion - (070321)

If the universe could ever bring us together

I'd make peace with my devotion

Kiss you in every crook and corner

Let my lips show you my reverence

My touch would paint us in colours

The high would hold us, till nothing else matters.

The universe could try to tear us apart

But by the gravity of our feelings, my love

I swear, through eons, I'd never let us far.

@unbalancedscale

@wanderingmoon

68 notes • Posted 2021-03-07 03:24:19 GMT

Thank you for tagging me @euphoniouspandemonium

(I don't know why but it made me so happy (╥﹏╥) ✨)

So the five things I like about me,

1) my neutral and level head

2) my creativity

3) competitive streak (strikes very rarely though)

4) ability to enjoy simple pleasures in life

5) my curiosity

And for the same I'd like to tag @aureatemoonshine @dg-fragments @fujwow @lowkeyyalienn @javeriah-sohail @yellow-moonstone @disruptivebychoice

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#my 2021 tumblr year in review #your tumblr year in review

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sparklingdust4612 · 3 years

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Reviewing time!!

"Two wrongs" by @jlalafics (and the accompaniying one-shot "Daughters"

Favourite quotes/parts: (opinions at the end of post)

1- "I love you, Mom, but next time one of the doctors wants to set their son up, please respectfully decline."

2- I give him the one finger salute.

"And that attitude of yours is such a delight,"

3- "Where should I put your key?"

"Keep it," she mumbles. "You're my in case of emergency."

4- "Your Mom hates me," she says with a groan.

"That's not true," I tell her. "She hates everyone."

5- "Don't get your panties in a twist, Effie," he tells her easily. "Unless you ain't wearing any…"

6- "How are you today?"

"As good as I can be wearing a hospital gown and a paper blanket."

7- "Now put your feet on these, scoot down and then I'm going to need you to spread your legs."

"I've only just met you," I tell her jokingly.

8- "Why would he give you crap?"

"Because Annie has just seen your vagina before I did."

9- "Never forget a friend, unless he owes you."

10- "What do you mean your last one?"

"Well after you've kissed all the losers you could kiss, you find a person who you want to kiss for the rest of your life," I tell her and an image of Katniss comes into my mind.

"Like you and Katniss?"

11- "So what do you mean supplies?"

"You know those paper things that you put there," I tell her.

She laughs and it sound eerily like Katniss's laugh. "I was just messing with you."

"Sometimes you are just like your sister."

12- "You should put a shirt on. It might be chilly out on the deck."

"So he actually walks around like that?" I ask her.

"No." Annie gives me an easy smile.

"Thank God."

"Most of the time, he's naked." She grins and Finnick winks at her. The teenagers in the loveseat are both red.

"What kind of friends do we have?" Katniss asks me.

13- "There are children at the table."

"What children?" I retort. "Prim is wearing a mini-skirt and Rory's eyes haven't focused on anything but that skirt."

14- Carrie, however, is not like Wheaton's first wife who was tall, blonde, and a bitch. She is also not like his second wife who was dumber than a post.

15- "One morning, I woke up and saw the prettiest blue eyes I'd ever seen. I knew I'd marry her right then and there."

I never imagined my parents having that kind of love story.

"Did you tell her that? "

"I did and she called me a jackass."

"Sounds like Mom."

16- "It's a small thing, Katniss," I tell her as I move off her body and lay next to her. "I mean she heard us during the whole green tie incident. Think about all the other times she's probably heard us. I feel like one iPod is not enough. I feel like I should buy her five iPods."

Katniss puts a hand over her eyes in embarrassment. "I don't think the tie incident is as bad as the feather experiment. Oh God, you're right! We should get her a new stereo system at this point."

17- "When I first met, she was working at her father's office. She kept on insisting that he take his medicine before our meeting. Carrie followed him through the office with bottled water until he complied. I was amazed at her tenacity. I was amazed also by her ability to love someone enough to chase them around an office till they listened."

18- Suddenly we hear footsteps coming up. "I am coming up the stairs." It is Prim. "I'm in the hallway." We see the shadow of her feet under our door. "I'm walking into my room." We hear the click of her door closing.

"What is she doing?" Katniss asks.

"She wanted to know if she should turn her iPod on tonight," I tell her and my hand is undoing the belt of her robe.

Katniss undoes my belt buckle and then kisses me. When she pulls back, she leans her forehead against mine. "Tell her to turn it on."

I pound against the wall with my fist. A muffled "thank you" is heard followed by the sounds of a bass guitar.

19- "What exactly is my costume?" He looks over at Peeta for help.

I look at Peeta whose face is crimson. "Me Tarzan, You Jane."

Turning to our friend, I scowl. "You dead."

20- "Finn, when you come out. There's going to be man with bronze hair and crazy eyes. This is your Father." I look at my friend then turn to the belly again. "I apologize for his behavior."

21- "Where are we going?"

"Weekly meeting." I nod.

"Is that what you call it now?" Finnick says with a grin and Annie smacks him in the back of the head.

"No, we call it something else," I tell him smiling and take Peeta's hand. "We'll see you soon."

"What do you call it?" Finnick's curiosity is peaked.

"Goodbye Finnick,"

"What do you call it?" Finnick asks us. His voice has reached a whiny tone. "Come on guys. You know I hate when people don't tell me things."

Ignoring him, we head to the door. When we reach it, Peeta holds open the door for me. As I walk out, I hear Finnick shout.

"WHAT DO YOU CALL IT?"

22- "Okay. Does this mean I get some after prom sex?"

"Depends on how hot the dress is," he replies jokingly. "I would probably do you if you came in a paper bag though. It would be easier to take off too."

23- "I know this," Prim tells us. "We've had sex education in school. I know about sperm and eggs and all that stuff. By the way, do you know how much sperm a man carries in the testes?"

"If you say sperm one more time, my head will explode." Peeta puts his head in his hands.

This talk wasn't as bad as I thought it would be." She takes another bite of her fried chicken. "So do you guys want to know how much sperm is held in the testes?"

"No," I tell her. "And I want to cancel my order of grits."

24- "Remember, no glove, no love," Cinna tell us.

Katniss turns red. "Cinna!"

25- "No tears." I use my thumb to wipe the tear that falls from the corner of one of her eyes. "Nobody leaves the prom crying unless someone spiked the punch."

26- "I'm gay not incestuous."

27- “Don’t spit gum in my hair or anything.”

28- “You are a couple and couples often get into fights. Only when a couple stops fighting is there a real problem.”

“Why?” I ask her.

“Because it means that you’ve stop caring,”

29- “Of all the things I would think you’d be brought in for, necking in the car was not one of them.”

“We were not necking,” I argue. “Who even says necking anyway?”

30- “Who hurt you, doll?”

“Some boy,” she replies staring back at him.

“I’ll kick his ass,” he tells her valiantly and Effie’s lips break into a smile.

“Then you should get a mirror,” she tells him. “It will be hard to punch your own face if you can’t see it.”

“Burn,”

31- "It’s better than the stick up your butt suits that you usually wear.”

32- “It was awesome. You should DEFINITELY have your baby shower here.” Prim says, looking at both Katniss and I but eyes seem to focus on me. She seems to think that I can magically convince Katniss to give her a niece or nephew.

“Oh, I didn’t know that I had grown a uterus.” I look over at Katniss and her eyes are laughing. “Did you?”

“I had no idea, but I promise to hold your hand during labor,” she mockingly assures me.

“Very funny,”

33- “Why are you smiling?” I ask.

“In that dress, you seem icy, almost unreal. Then I see you eating like a pig and I know that you’re still in there.”

34- “I’m just going to be honest. You hurt Prim, then we hurt you. I have an oven across the street and I swear to God, I’ll throw you in it if you hurt her. “

35- “Says the guy who can charm the pants off a nun,”

36- “Should we like uh—hug or something?”

I look back at him. “Why?”

“We seem to be having a moment.”

I shrug. “If you want to.”

37- “I want to celebrate. Take off your pants. Let’s finish what we started this morning on the table.”

38- “Why are you crying?” I ask through my tears.

“Because you are,” she replies and grins. “We do everything together, right?”

39- “You’re no fun,” she tells us.

“We’re not supposed to be,” I say to her. “We’re your lame parents.”

40- “Call me big again and I swear I’ll cook you and feed you to the baby.” Carrie puts a hand on her belly.

41- “You’re pregnant?” Marvel asks in disbelief.

“No, I’m just retaining a lot of water – of course I’m pregnant!”

42- Sometimes when my daughter feeds, I swear she is mocking me. I see that little baby face, checking to see if I’m watching from the corner of her eye. I know that she is still a baby and it’s probably from the lack of sleep, but she really is that smart.

43- “You’re so smart, Mrs. Mellark.”

“It happens when you push a baby out of your vagina; you get some sort of Mommy logic,”

I thought this would be less sad when I decided to read it but damn! do you have to get us so attached to a character (or more) and kill them?? (Mrs Mellark, bean, Derek...)

I really liked this story despite all the sad stuff you put there lol

I know i keep whining about the sad parts but i can clearly see how important they are for the story, ignore my rambling. But really, fanfiction isnt your duty to us and if you want to use it as an outlet for your emotions or incorporate some real-life events, you're very welcome to. I love your works despite the angst and all I appreciate you sharing this all with us. Also, thank you for being so informative in your notes :D

P.S: rate the date and dance it off are such cool Everlark traditions that i simply melt, especially when one of them goes "dance it off?" its too adjnakdsdasfg!!!!

Stay awesome!! <3

#hunger games #hunger games fanfic #everlark #jlalafics #two wrongs #two wrongs universe #sad yet happy #i totally recommend this #and all her works #HEA #sort of #Stella reads #reviewing

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Duke Reviews Xtra: Cinderella (Remake)

Hello, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Xtra Where We Continue Our Look At The Movies Of Disney...

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And Yesterday I Looked At The 3rd Cinderella Sequel, Cinderella 3: A Twist In Time So, Today Is A Day I've Been Dreading Ever Since I Started Looking At Cinderella, Let's Look At The Remake...

No Synopsis Today, Let's Just Dive Into (Sighs) Cinderella...

With The Fairy Godmother (Played By Helena Bonham Carter) Narrating, Our Story Starts With Ella, Living With Her Wealthy Parents In A Beautiful Estate In A Peaceful Kingdom...

From A Young Age, Ella Is Taught By Her Mother (Played By Agent Carter) To Believe In The Existence Of Magic, Allowing Her To Befriend Many Of The Animals On The Estate But In Particular The Mice...

Yes, Everything Is Perfect In Ella's Life Until Her Mother Contracts (Name Fatal Illness Here). On Her Deathbed, She Makes Cinderella Promise That She Will Always Have Courage And Be Kind To Other People...

Which Leads To The First Problem I Have With The Film, They Overplay The Message A Little Too Much...

It's Like They Want To Hammer Into Your Head By Saying It A Million Times Or In This Case, Seven Times Throughout The Damn Movie And It Just Gets To The Point Where You Want To Say...

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Years Later, When Ella Is A Teenager (Now Played By Lilly James) Her Father Marries Lady Tremaine (Played By Cate Blanchett) Who's The Widow Of An Old Acquaintance Who Has 2 Daughters Named Drizella And Anastasia...

But When The Father Is Getting Ready To Leave On Another Business Trip, He Admits To Ella That He Likes Ella's Mother More Than He Likes Tremaine As Tremaine Overhears Their Conversation...

After The Father Leaves, Tremaine Takes Advantage Of Ella's Hospitality By Persuading Her To Give Up Her Room To Drizella And Anastasia And Making The Attic Her New Room Temporarily...

While The Other Ones Are Painted. We Get A Sing, Sweet Nightingale Reference As Cinderella Helps The Workers Around The House Before One Night, Ella Finds Out That He Father Has Died On One Of His Trips From A Friend Of The Family...

Dismissing The Servants Shortly After Ella's Father's Death, Ella Does All The Work Around The House And Is Relegated To Nothing More Than A Servant As She Is Subjected To Cruel Mistreatment By Tremaine And The Stepsisters...

To The Point That She Is Forbidden To Eat With Them And Is Spitefully Renamed Cinderella After Waking With Soot On Her Face After Sleeping In Front Of The Fireplace...

Which Leads Next Problem With The Remake, Her Breakdown Here...

After Being Not Allowed To Eat With Her Stepmother And Stepsisters, Cinderella Breaks Down In The Kitchen, And It Is Understandable, She Has A Reason To Be Hurt...

But The Only Problem Is When She Has The Breakdown Here, It Takes Away The Impact Of Her Breakdown Later When The Stepsisters Tear Her Dress Apart Or In This Movie's Case, Slightly Rip It...

Anyway, Going On A Ride In The Woods To Get Away From Her Evil Stepsiblings, Ella Encounters A Hunting Party Where She Meets One Of The Hunters Who Claims To Be An Apprentice Named Kit (Played By Richard Madden)...

Who Lives In The Palace. But Unbeknownst To Cinderella, He Is Actually The Prince Of The Kingdom And Despite Never Learning Her Name, He Becomes Infatuated By Ella After Talking With Her...

Returning To The Palace Afterwards, Kit Discovers That His Father, The King (Played By The Master) Is Going To Die And Regenerate Into John Simms Soon...

So, He Insists That Kit Finds A Bride At The Upcoming Ball But Despite The Law Saying That The Prince Must Marry A Princess, Kit Can't Get Over Ella And Gets His Father To Invite Every Eligible Maiden In The Land To The Ball...

With The Ball Announced, The Tremaines Are Ecstatic At The Possibility Of Being Married To Royalty But Refusing To Buy Ella A Dress, Ella Fixes Up An Old Dress Of Her Mom's With The Help Of The Mice...

But On The Night Of The Ball, Ella Tries To Join Her Stepfamily But Claiming That Being Seen With Her Would Only Disgrace Them, They Tear The Dress Up (Or As I Said Slightly Rip It) And Leave Without Her..

Seemingly Breaking Down Into Tears Again, Cinderella Encounters An Old Beggar Woman Who Asks For Some Water, Getting It For Her, The Old Beggar Reveals To Ella That She's Her Fairy Godmother...

Which Leads To My Next Complaint That Whole Scene....

In The Original, As Cinderella Was Crying The Fairy Godmother Just Appeared And Comforted Her Like A Grandparent Would....

Where Here, Ella Is Put To A Test First To See If She's A Good Person When The Fairy Godmother Oughta Know That She Is A Good Person And Just Help Her

Turning Her Old Beggar Look Into The Look Of A Fairy Godmother (I Guess) She Turns A Pumpkin Into A Carriage, 4 Mice Into Horses, 2 Lizards Into Footmen And A Goose Into A Coachmen Before Turning Cinderella's Tattered Dress Into A Gorgeous Blue Gown With Glass Slippers...

Which Leads Me To My Next Complaint, Why Aren't The Songs In This?

Now I Understand Not Having The Mice's Song And So This Is Love From The Film In This Movie And I'll Live With The Reference To Sing Sweet Nightingale That They Had Earlier But Why Did You Not Have Bibbidy Bobbity Boo In This Scene?

You Have Helena Bonham Carter Singing The Song In The Soundtrack...

So Why Not Use It In The Film During That Scene?

The Same Goes For A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes Which You Had Lilly James Singing In The Soundtrack Too?

You Could Have Had Her Singing That In The Attic Instead Of That Song From So Dear To My Heart When She Was Locked In The Attic...

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And It Would Have Made It A Better Scene Than What It Was...

Idiots!

So, Getting In The Carriage, The Fairy Godmother Warns Her That The Spell Only Lasts Till Midnight Before Sending Her On Her Way...

Arriving At The Ball, The Entire Court Is Entranced By Ella Including Kit, Who Gives Her The First Dance Of The Night As He Reveals Who He Is To Her...

This Irritates The Grand Duke (Played By Erik Selvig) Who Has Secretly Promised Kit To A Spanish Princess Which Lady Tremaine Overhears...

This Leads To My Next Complaint, Making The Grand Duke A Bad Guy!...

What...The...Hell...

The Grand Duke Was Fine The Way He Was In The Original Movie, There Was No Need To Make Him Another Bad Guy When Lady Tremaine And The Stepsisters Are Enough For This Movie

Come On!

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After Dancing With The Prince, Ella And Him Look Around The Palace And The Grounds Where They Slowly Fall In Love But Before He Can Learn Her Name It Strikes Midnight And Ella Is Forced To Flee Where She Accidentally Drops One Of Her Slippers On The Stairs As She Rides Off...

Getting Away Before The Final Stroke, She Hides The Other Slipper In Her Room While Back At The Palace, The King Gives His Blessing For His Son To Find And Marry The Girl He Fell In Love With...

Making An Announcement That The Prince Will Marry The Mystery Girl If She Only Present Herself, Ella Races Home To Get The Slipper Only To Discover That It's In The Hands Of Lady Tremaine Who Has Figured Out Her Identity Through Ella's Attitude After The Ball...

This Leads Her To Blackmail Ella, Telling Her That When She Is Queen, Tremaine Will Be Made Head Of The Royal Household And Drizella And Anastasia Will Be Given Proper Husbands...

Refusing Tremaine's Threat, Saying That She Regrets Not Protecting Her Father From Her But She Will Protect Both The Prince And The Kingdom From Her Evil No Matter What She Does To Her, So, Smashing The Slipper, Tremaine Locks Cinderella In Her Room...

Taking The Shoe To The Grand Duke, Tremaine Reveals The Name Of The Mystery Girl To Him As She Makes A Deal With Him That In Exchange For Her Silence, She Would Get The Title Of Countess And And Drizella And Anastasia Would Be Given Worthy Husbands...

Taking The Broken Slipper To Kit In An Effort To Discourage Him, It Instead Makes Him More Determined To Find His True Love As He Orders Them To Take The Slipper They Have And Try It On Every Maiden In The Kingdom...

Amusing His Highness, The Grand Duke And Captain Of The Guard Lead A Garrison To Try The Slipper On All The Girls In The Land. Eventually Arriving At The Tremaine House, They Try The Slipper On Anastasia And Drizella But Of Course It Doesn't Fit Them...

Turning To Leave, They Soon Stop When They Hear Ella Singing Through A Window The Mice Opened While She's Dancing Like An Idiot...

Which Leads Me To My Last Problem With The Film, Cinderella Herself...

People Like This Cinderella For Being A So Called Smart And Independent Character, But Unlike The Original This One Is A Dummy For 2 Reasons...

The First Reason Comes From This Scene, When She Was Locked In Her Room In The Original, She Cried, She Screamed And Like A Regular Person Would But Here She Just Gives Up And Dances Like A Dummy As She Sings That Song I Mentioned From So Dear To My Heart...

And Like I Said If It Was A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes I Might Feel Different But Since It's Not, It's Just Dumb

And The Second Reason Is Her Reasoning For Staying With The Tremaines...

In The Original Movie, After Her Father Died When She Was A Child, Tremaine Manipulated Her Her Entire Life By Making Her Feel Guilty And Serve Her Family To The Point That She Doesn't Know Much About The Outside World And Could Never Really Leave The House...

Where In This, She Could Have Left Anytime She Wanted But She Promised Her Dad That She Would Look After Their House Which Makes No Sense Later When She Leaves Anyway At The Very End Of The Movie...

We're Obviously Going To Like The Cinderella That's More Human And Relatable To Us And I'm Sorry But That's The Original...

The Grand Duke Tries To Leave Anyway, But He Is Shocked To Discover That One Of The Men Is Kit In Disguise Who Demands That The Captain Thoroughly Investigate The Sound...

Of Course, Once Ella Is Found Tremaine Forbids Her From Trying On The Shoe But Telling Her That She Has Never Been Her Mother, Her And Kit Are Reunited And She Tries On The Slipper To Which She Fits...

With The Stepsisters Asking For Her Forgiveness, She Forgives Tremaine As She Leaves (Despite Promising Her Father That She Would Look After The House) And To Live Happily Ever After With Kit While Tremaine And The Stepsisters Soon Depart The Kingdom With The Grand Duke...

And That's Cinderella And Despite People Saying That This Is The Best of The Disney Remakes It's Honestly The Worst Until Mulan Comes Out...

While You All Know My Reasons For Hating This Movie, The Story Was Interesting At Times And I Do Like What They Did With The Prince And Tremaine And If There Was One Good Thing I Did Like About The Cinderella Character It Was Her Ball Gown...

But I'm Sorry The Negatives Just Outweigh The Positives Of This Movie So For That I Say Skip It And Just Watch The Frozen Short That Played Before The Movie Because You'll Get More Entertainment Out Of That Than Of This Movie...

Next Week Is Wonderland Week As I Look At Not Only Disney's Original Animated Version On Duke Reviews Movies But The Tim Burton Film, The Burton Less Sequel And 1 Other Version Of The Tale Done By Irwin Allen In 1985....

Anyway, Till Then, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#cinderella #lilly james #richard madden #cate blanchett #stellan skarsgard #derek jacobi #helena bonham carter #hayley atwell #disney #disnerd #disney +#disney remakes

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Hihi all except warmongers, 大家好! K, a business associate turned friend and I caught up on 初三 (Chinese New Year Day 3). We decided on brunch because all the restaurants we wanted to visit away from crowded downtown were fully booked.

The previous brunch place was a letdown despite the positive reviews. This one, thankfully, was decent. I've tried dishes on the evening menu before; this was the first time I tasted their brunch items.

We shared the 2 dishes - bacon, poached eggs and rosti, as well as crab scramble with avocado on sourdough. Both were delicious; K liked that the bacon was thick, tender and juicy instead of stingy thin slices. As for me, eggs are usually a winner - both the poached and scramble were done just fine.

All washed down with a latte! Current affairs dotted our conversation, including the latest surrounding anti vaccine groups. We weren't the only ones; forums/platforms like Reddit were on fire with opinions the past coupla weeks 👇

Daily new covid infections have far surpassed the height of the Delta wave; hospitalisations as well as patients requiring oxygen have risen quickly. ICU and death numbers are climbing, although thankfully not at the same rate as during the Delta wave. Experts estimate that daily new infections might peak sometime next month.

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At the CBD and other office spaces in town, more people can be seen wearing KN95s and KF94s. Realistically speaking, we face the risk of infection during lunch break; my hope is, good masks will lessen the amount of virus we inhale the rest of the time we're in public and, if we do get infected, we end up asymptomatic or experience milder symptoms. Just like during the Delta wave, the goal is not to burden our healthcare system.

1 more week of return to office, then it's back to WFH 💖 Today is 初七 (Day 7), also 人日 (all humans' birthday); I'll share about the lovely meal with my parents later. Till the next time, 下次见!

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I added 13 tags in 2021

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#i'll stop wearing my mask in public when the numbers at the hospital i work at are under control enough that i stop getting covid surge pay

My Top Posts in 2021

Me writing a history paper : Fuck, I don't know, stuff happened? *barely scrapes by the minimum word count *

Me writing a paper for Immunology: Well, time to trim this puppy down by about 1,000 words.

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So, I was offered the position at the lab I really wanted but I sold out. 😔 The lab I was doing a clinical rotation for heard about their offer through the grapevine and said they’d give me $2/hr more base pay and $3/hr differential for nights and weekends which will be just about the only shifts available to me as a new hire so an extra $5/hr plus paying for my bachelors if I want it. I thought a pay difference wouldn’t be that big a deal but when I was told I'd make more at a corporate lab I thought maybe like 50 cents an hour, not $800 a month straight out of a 2 year degree. 😂

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How often is too often to call back someplace that went through the trouble of tracking you down specifically through your school/program advisor for a job offer? How about when the person you need to get in contact with is an elderly gentleman with memory problems whose voicemail message is ‘How can I help you... uhh leave a message... uhh... lab director”

I really want this job, it pays less than the other labs in the area but said elderly gentleman is the sweetest lab director I’ve ever met, he’s the only one I’ve seen come out of his office and work the bench when his techs get overwhelmed, he’s worked all over the world and has so much amazing experience, the lab not only does patient testing but also testing for research, it’s a non profit, and I just really want this specific lab.

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I'm supposed to be teaching a mini class for phlebotomy but not even one of the 6 students showed up so I'm considering pushing the draw station chairs together and taking a paid nap since I'm supposed to stay till 5 any way lol

4 notes • Posted 2021-02-26 21:21:14 GMT

Dont quite know what to do with myself. Divorce is final, best friend of a decade has a flight moving out of the country today, and my entire family is 9 half the country away. I'm on my own for the first time in my life. 😔

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#oh jeez this year has been a mess

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Duke Reviews Tv: Smallville 1x15 Nicodemus

Hi Everyone, I'm Andrew Leduc And Welcome To Duke Reviews Tv Where Today We Continue Our Look At Smallville By Talking About Episode 15 Of Season 1, Nicodemus...

This Episode Sees Jonathan Turning On Clark, Lana Becoming A Sexy Flirt And Pete Setting Out To Settle A Score With Lex Because They All Came In Contact With A Strange, Toxic Flower To Which There Appears To Be No Antidote, Will Clark And Lex Find One Before Everyone Dies?

Let's Find Out As We Watch Nicodemus...

The Episode Starts With A Guy Named James Beals Racing Down An Open Road (Which Has Me Wondering With How Fast He's Going Why Police Aren't After Him) As He Calls Luthorcorp Asking To Speak To Lionel Luthor But Unable To As He's In A Meeting, Beals Smashes The Phone In Anger As He Looks Like He's About To Errupt Like A Volcano Any Minute...

Continually Speeding Up, Beals Runs Into A Truck Driven By (Of All People) Jonathan Kent...

And Seriously Guys, You Had To Have Jonathan Listening Dukes Of Hazzard Theme?...

Bumping Jonathan's Car, Beals Is Eventually Driven Off The Road When He Hits A Tree That Causes Him To Crash, Going To Check On Beals, Jonathan Finds Him Unconscious Which Leads Jonathan To Get Beals Out Of His Car Before The Car Explodes With Whatever Beals Had Inside...

But It Turns Out That Whatever Beals Had Survived As It Rises Up From The Ground Blasting Jonathan With It's Pollen And Dying Shortly After That...

Meanwhile At The Luthor Mansion, Dr. Hamilton Drops By To Tell Lex...

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Returning Home After Saving Beals, Jonathan Starts Acting To Put It Mildly Teenager-Ish...

He Starts Making Out With Martha To Clark's Disgustment, He Blows Off Chores To Watch A Football Game And Says Everything He's Ever Wanted To Say About The Luthors To Lex When He Comes Over To See If Jonathan Was All Right After The Accident...

Heading To School, Pete Can't Believe What Clark Tells Him About His Dad...

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Talking About His Feelings Toward Lana With Chloe, Chloe's Basically Tired Of Hearing About It Saying That He Can Either Play In His Loft With His Telescope Or Move On...

Flirting With Martha More At Home, She Feels Jonathan's Head To Discover That He Is Burning Up She Tells Jonathan To Get Into Bed And When She Gets Back She'll Make Him Soup...

But Matters Only Get Worse When The Bank Calls...

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Talking With The Doctor At The Hospital, He Tells Him That His Symptoms Indicate A Severe Anaphylactic Shock But They Can't Detect Anything. Asking What It Is, The Doctor Tells Martha And Clark The Truth Saying That If They Brought Jonathan In Yesterday He Would Have Told Them That He Had Never Seen Anything Like This...

But Telling Them About James Beals, Who Has Identical Symptoms As Jonathan, Clark Asks How Beals Is Now Which Leads The Doctor To Tell Them That Beals Is Not Doing Good As He Fell Into A Coma An Hour Ago...

Doing Some Investigating With Lana In The Woods Where Beals Crashed, Lana Comes Across The Flower Only To Be Sprayed With It's Pollen...

Meanwhile At Dr. Hamilton's Lab, Lex Pays Hamilton A Visit When He Discovers That Jonathan Is In The Hospital...

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Meanwhile At School, Lana Arrives In...

One Of The Hottest Outfits I've Ever Seen...

Tired Of Whitney Using His Dad As An Excuse, Lana Breaks Up With Him And Sets Her Sights On Clark By Taking Him To The School Pool And Giving Clark A Striptease...

(In Tommy Wisesu Voice) You're Tearing Me Apart, Lana!

Being Caught By Principal Kwan, Clark Is Given Detention As He Tells Chloe What Happened, Which Leads Clark To Assume That Something Happened At The Site Despite Chloe Telling Clark That Nothing Happened As Unlike Lana She's Not Looney Tunes...

I Think Alot Of The Women In NXIVM Would Disagree With You There Allison....

But Going Over Pictures She Took At The Site, Chloe Discovers Dr. Hamilton In One Of Them And Decides To Go Talk With Him While Clark Goes After Lana Afraid That The Same Thing That Happened To His Father Will Happen To Her....

And He Couldn't Be More Right As Lana Closes The Talon Early When She Decides To Take The Afternoon Off, Which Leads Lex To Talk With Her...

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Stealing Lex's Car Keys, Lana Drives The Car To The Windmill At Chandler's Field, Where She's Confronted By Clark...

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Taking Lana To The Hospital, Martha Tells Clark That Beals Has Died And Jonathan Has Slipped Into A Coma And The Doctors Don't Know How Long It Will Last...

Visiting Hamilton, Chloe Fills Clark And Pete In On What She Discovered...

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Confronting Lex On This, He Tells Clark That He Checked The Book Out Because The Settlement Where It Happened Years Ago Was On The Mansion Property And When He Heard About Jonathan, Lex Remembered It And Tracked It Down...

Asking About Hamilton, He Tells Clark That He Has No Idea Who That Is...

Knowing That Clark Is Only Worried About His Father And Lana, Lex Tells Clark That He Is Not Responsible For What Happened But He's Doing Everything He Can To Fix It...

Searching Hamilton's Lab When He's Gone, Chloe And Pete Look For Clues And Evidence Only For Pete To Accidentally Knock Over One Of The Nicodemus Plants And Get Sprayed By It's Pollen, Which Leads Pete To Flirt With Chloe Before Pete Turns Hostile And Grabs A Gun On The Table Before Asking Chloe For Her Car Keys..

Meanwhile At The Hospital, Martha Tells Clark How Her And Jonathan Met Years Ago At College...

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Stealing Clark Away From Martha, Chloe Tells Clark About Pete, Saying That After He Got Chloe's Keys, He Told Her That He's Going After Lex...

Meanwhile At The Luthor Mansion, Lex And Hamilton Find An Antidote To The Flower's Pollen But Before Lex Can Get It To The Hospital, Pete Enters...

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Taking The Antidote To The Hospital, Jonathan, Lana And Pete All Survive As Lex Decides To Take Precautions By Destroying Everything In Hamilton's Lab And Moving Hamilton Himself To Cadmus Labs Despite His Resistance Of Lex Doing This...

Once She's Out Of The Hospital, Clark Takes Lana To The Windmill At Chandler's Field...

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And That's Nicodemus And I Love This Episode...

The Story Is Great, The Characters Are Decently Written It's Just All Around A Good Episode That You'll Never Be Able To Take Your Mind Off Of And I Say See It...

Till Next Time, This Is Duke, Signing Off...

#smallville #smallville season 1 #the wb #the cw #arrowverse #tom welling #kristen kreuk #michael rosenbaum #tv review #tv reviews #tv #television

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johnatthemovies · 7 years

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John’s Film Review: Bee Movie (2007)

According to all known laws of aviation, there is no way a bee should be able to fly. Its wings are too small to get its fat little body off the ground. The bee, of course, flies anyway because bees don't care what humans think is impossible. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Yellow, black. Ooh, black and yellow! Let's shake it up a little. Barry! Breakfast is ready! Coming! Hang on a second. Hello? - Barry? - Adam? - Oan you believe this is happening? - I can't. I'll pick you up. Looking sharp. Use the stairs. Your father paid good money for those. Sorry. I'm excited. Here's the graduate. We're very proud of you, son. A perfect report card, all B's. Very proud. Ma! I got a thing going here. - You got lint on your fuzz. - Ow! That's me! - Wave to us! We'll be in row 118,000. - Bye! Barry, I told you, stop flying in the house! - Hey, Adam. - Hey, Barry. - Is that fuzz gel? - A little. Special day, graduation. Never thought I'd make it. Three days grade school, three days high school. Those were awkward. Three days college. I'm glad I took a day and hitchhiked around the hive. You did come back different. - Hi, Barry. - Artie, growing a mustache? Looks good. - Hear about Frankie? - Yeah. - You going to the funeral? - No, I'm not going. Everybody knows, sting someone, you die. Don't waste it on a squirrel. Such a hothead. I guess he could have just gotten out of the way. I love this incorporating an amusement park into our day. That's why we don't need vacations. Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances. - Well, Adam, today we are men. - We are! - Bee-men. - Amen! Hallelujah! Students, faculty, distinguished bees, please welcome Dean Buzzwell. Welcome, New Hive City graduating class of... ...9:15. That concludes our ceremonies. And begins your career at Honex Industries! Will we pick our job today? I heard it's just orientation. Heads up! Here we go. Keep your hands and antennas inside the tram at all times. - Wonder what it'll be like? - A little scary. Welcome to Honex, a division of Honesco and a part of the Hexagon Group. This is it! Wow. Wow. We know that you, as a bee, have worked your whole life to get to the point where you can work for your whole life. Honey begins when our valiant Pollen Jocks bring the nectar to the hive. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! - That girl was hot. - She's my cousin! - She is? - Yes, we're all cousins. - Right. You're right. - At Honex, we constantly strive to improve every aspect of bee existence. These bees are stress-testing a new helmet technology. - What do you think he makes? - Not enough. Here we have our latest advancement, the Krelman. - What does that do? - Catches that little strand of honey that hangs after you pour it. Saves us millions. Oan anyone work on the Krelman? Of course. Most bee jobs are small ones. But bees know that every small job, if it's done well, means a lot. But choose carefully because you'll stay in the job you pick for the rest of your life. The same job the rest of your life? I didn't know that. What's the difference? You'll be happy to know that bees, as a species, haven't had one day off in 27 million years. So you'll just work us to death? We'll sure try. Wow! That blew my mind! "What's the difference?" How can you say that? One job forever? That's an insane choice to have to make. I'm relieved. Now we only have to make one decision in life. But, Adam, how could they never have told us that? Why would you question anything? We're bees. We're the most perfectly functioning society on Earth. You ever think maybe things work a little too well here? Like what? Give me one example. I don't know. But you know what I'm talking about. Please clear the gate. Royal Nectar Force on approach. Wait a second. Check it out. - Hey, those are Pollen Jocks! - Wow. I've never seen them this close. They know what it's like outside the hive. Yeah, but some don't come back. - Hey, Jocks! - Hi, Jocks! You guys did great! You're monsters! You're sky freaks! I love it! I love it! - I wonder where they were. - I don't know. Their day's not planned. Outside the hive, flying who knows where, doing who knows what. You can'tjust decide to be a Pollen Jock. You have to be bred for that. Right. Look. That's more pollen than you and I will see in a lifetime. It's just a status symbol. Bees make too much of it. Perhaps. Unless you're wearing it and the ladies see you wearing it. Those ladies? Aren't they our cousins too? Distant. Distant. Look at these two. - Oouple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun with them. It must be dangerous being a Pollen Jock. Yeah. Once a bear pinned me against a mushroom! He had a paw on my throat, and with the other, he was slapping me! - Oh, my! - I never thought I'd knock him out. What were you doing during this? Trying to alert the authorities. I can autograph that. A little gusty out there today, wasn't it, comrades? Yeah. Gusty. We're hitting a sunflower patch six miles from here tomorrow. - Six miles, huh? - Barry! A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. - Maybe I am. - You are not! We're going 0900 at J-Gate. What do you think, buzzy-boy? Are you bee enough? I might be. It all depends on what 0900 means. Hey, Honex! Dad, you surprised me. You decide what you're interested in? - Well, there's a lot of choices. - But you only get one. Do you ever get bored doing the same job every day? Son, let me tell you about stirring. You grab that stick, and you just move it around, and you stir it around. You get yourself into a rhythm. It's a beautiful thing. You know, Dad, the more I think about it, maybe the honey field just isn't right for me. You were thinking of what, making balloon animals? That's a bad job for a guy with a stinger. Janet, your son's not sure he wants to go into honey! - Barry, you are so funny sometimes. - I'm not trying to be funny. You're not funny! You're going into honey. Our son, the stirrer! - You're gonna be a stirrer? - No one's listening to me! Wait till you see the sticks I have. I could say anything right now. I'm gonna get an ant tattoo! Let's open some honey and celebrate! Maybe I'll pierce my thorax. Shave my antennae. Shack up with a grasshopper. Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"! I'm so proud. - We're starting work today! - Today's the day. Oome on! All the good jobs will be gone. Yeah, right. Pollen counting, stunt bee, pouring, stirrer, front desk, hair removal... - Is it still available? - Hang on. Two left! One of them's yours! Congratulations! Step to the side. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Oouple of newbies? Yes, sir! Our first day! We are ready! Make your choice. - You want to go first? - No, you go. Oh, my. What's available? Restroom attendant's open, not for the reason you think. - Any chance of getting the Krelman? - Sure, you're on. I'm sorry, the Krelman just closed out. Wax monkey's always open. The Krelman opened up again. What happened? A bee died. Makes an opening. See? He's dead. Another dead one. Deady. Deadified. Two more dead. Dead from the neck up. Dead from the neck down. That's life! Oh, this is so hard! Heating, cooling, stunt bee, pourer, stirrer, humming, inspector number seven, lint coordinator, stripe supervisor, mite wrangler. Barry, what do you think I should... Barry? Barry! All right, we've got the sunflower patch in quadrant nine... What happened to you? Where are you? - I'm going out. - Out? Out where? - Out there. - Oh, no! I have to, before I go to work for the rest of my life. You're gonna die! You're crazy! Hello? Another call coming in. If anyone's feeling brave, there's a Korean deli on 83rd that gets their roses today. Hey, guys. - Look at that. - Isn't that the kid we saw yesterday? Hold it, son, flight deck's restricted. It's OK, Lou. We're gonna take him up. Really? Feeling lucky, are you? Sign here, here. Just initial that. - Thank you. - OK. You got a rain advisory today, and as you all know, bees cannot fly in rain. So be careful. As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Also, I got a couple of reports of root beer being poured on us. Murphy's in a home because of it, babbling like a cicada! - That's awful. - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans! All right, launch positions! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Black and yellow! Hello! You ready for this, hot shot? Yeah. Yeah, bring it on. Wind, check. - Antennae, check. - Nectar pack, check. - Wings, check. - Stinger, check. Scared out of my shorts, check. OK, ladies, let's move it out! Pound those petunias, you striped stem-suckers! All of you, drain those flowers! Wow! I'm out! I can't believe I'm out! So blue. I feel so fast and free! Box kite! Wow! Flowers! This is Blue Leader. We have roses visual. Bring it around 30 degrees and hold. Roses! 30 degrees, roger. Bringing it around. Stand to the side, kid. It's got a bit of a kick. That is one nectar collector! - Ever see pollination up close? - No, sir. I pick up some pollen here, sprinkle it over here. Maybe a dash over there, a pinch on that one. See that? It's a little bit of magic. That's amazing. Why do we do that? That's pollen power. More pollen, more flowers, more nectar, more honey for us. Cool. I'm picking up a lot of bright yellow. Oould be daisies. Don't we need those? Copy that visual. Wait. One of these flowers seems to be on the move. Say again? You're reporting a moving flower? Affirmative. That was on the line! This is the coolest. What is it? I don't know, but I'm loving this color. It smells good. Not like a flower, but I like it. Yeah, fuzzy. Ohemical-y. Oareful, guys. It's a little grabby. My sweet lord of bees! Candy-brain, get off there! Problem! - Guys! - This could be bad. Affirmative. Very close. Gonna hurt. Mama's little boy. You are way out of position, rookie! Coming in at you like a missile! Help me! I don't think these are flowers. - Should we tell him? - I think he knows. What is this?! Match point! You can start packing up, honey, because you're about to eat it! Yowser! Gross. There's a bee in the car! - Do something! - I'm driving! - Hi, bee. - He's back here! He's going to sting me! Nobody move. If you don't move, he won't sting you. Freeze! He blinked! Spray him, Granny! What are you doing?! Wow... the tension level out here is unbelievable. I gotta get home. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Can't fly in rain. Mayday! Mayday! Bee going down! Ken, could you close the window please? Ken, could you close the window please? Oheck out my new resume. I made it into a fold-out brochure. You see? Folds out. Oh, no. More humans. I don't need this. What was that? Maybe this time. This time. This time. This time! This time! This... Drapes! That is diabolical. It's fantastic. It's got all my special skills, even my top-ten favorite movies. What's number one? Star Wars? Nah, I don't go for that... ...kind of stuff. No wonder we shouldn't talk to them. They're out of their minds. When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. There's the sun. Maybe that's a way out. I don't remember the sun having a big 75 on it. I predicted global warming. I could feel it getting hotter. At first I thought it was just me. Wait! Stop! Bee! Stand back. These are winter boots. Wait! Don't kill him! You know I'm allergic to them! This thing could kill me! Why does his life have less value than yours? Why does his life have any less value than mine? Is that your statement? I'm just saying all life has value. You don't know what he's capable of feeling. My brochure! There you go, little guy. I'm not scared of him. It's an allergic thing. Put that on your resume brochure. My whole face could puff up. Make it one of your special skills. Knocking someone out is also a special skill. Right. Bye, Vanessa. Thanks. - Vanessa, next week? Yogurt night? - Sure, Ken. You know, whatever. - You could put carob chips on there. - Bye. - Supposed to be less calories. - Bye. I gotta say something. She saved my life. I gotta say something. All right, here it goes. Nah. What would I say? I could really get in trouble. It's a bee law. You're not supposed to talk to a human. I can't believe I'm doing this. I've got to. Oh, I can't do it. Come on! No. Yes. No. Do it. I can't. How should I start it? "You like jazz?" No, that's no good. Here she comes! Speak, you fool! Hi! I'm sorry. - You're talking. - Yes, I know. You're talking! I'm so sorry. No, it's OK. It's fine. I know I'm dreaming. But I don't recall going to bed. Well, I'm sure this is very disconcerting. This is a bit of a surprise to me. I mean, you're a bee! I am. And I'm not supposed to be doing this, but they were all trying to kill me. And if it wasn't for you... I had to thank you. It's just how I was raised. That was a little weird. - I'm talking with a bee. - Yeah. I'm talking to a bee. And the bee is talking to me! I just want to say I'm grateful. I'll leave now. - Wait! How did you learn to do that? - What? The talking thing. Same way you did, I guess. "Mama, Dada, honey." You pick it up. - That's very funny. - Yeah. Bees are funny. If we didn't laugh, we'd cry with what we have to deal with. Anyway... Can I... ...get you something? - Like what? I don't know. I mean... I don't know. Coffee? I don't want to put you out. It's no trouble. It takes two minutes. - It's just coffee. - I hate to impose. - Don't be ridiculous! - Actually, I would love a cup. Hey, you want rum cake? - I shouldn't. - Have some. - No, I can't. - Come on! I'm trying to lose a couple micrograms. - Where? - These stripes don't help. You look great! I don't know if you know anything about fashion. Are you all right? No. He's making the tie in the cab as they're flying up Madison. He finally gets there. He runs up the steps into the church. The wedding is on. And he says, "Watermelon? I thought you said Guatemalan. Why would I marry a watermelon?" Is that a bee joke? That's the kind of stuff we do. Yeah, different. So, what are you gonna do, Barry? About work? I don't know. I want to do my part for the hive, but I can't do it the way they want. I know how you feel. - You do? - Sure. My parents wanted me to be a lawyer or a doctor, but I wanted to be a florist. - Really? - My only interest is flowers. Our new queen was just elected with that same campaign slogan. Anyway, if you look... There's my hive right there. See it? You're in Sheep Meadow! Yes! I'm right off the Turtle Pond! No way! I know that area. I lost a toe ring there once. - Why do girls put rings on their toes? - Why not? - It's like putting a hat on your knee. - Maybe I'll try that. - You all right, ma'am? - Oh, yeah. Fine. Just having two cups of coffee! Anyway, this has been great. Thanks for the coffee. Yeah, it's no trouble. Sorry I couldn't finish it. If I did, I'd be up the rest of my life. Are you...? Oan I take a piece of this with me? Sure! Here, have a crumb. - Thanks! - Yeah. All right. Well, then... I guess I'll see you around. Or not. OK, Barry. And thank you so much again... for before. Oh, that? That was nothing. Well, not nothing, but... Anyway... This can't possibly work. He's all set to go. We may as well try it. OK, Dave, pull the chute. - Sounds amazing. - It was amazing! It was the scariest, happiest moment of my life. Humans! I can't believe you were with humans! Giant, scary humans! What were they like? Huge and crazy. They talk crazy. They eat crazy giant things. They drive crazy. - Do they try and kill you, like on TV? - Some of them. But some of them don't. - How'd you get back? - Poodle. You did it, and I'm glad. You saw whatever you wanted to see. You had your "experience." Now you can pick out yourjob and be normal. - Well... - Well? Well, I met someone. You did? Was she Bee-ish? - A wasp?! Your parents will kill you! - No, no, no, not a wasp. - Spider? - I'm not attracted to spiders. I know it's the hottest thing, with the eight legs and all. I can't get by that face. So who is she? She's... human. No, no. That's a bee law. You wouldn't break a bee law. - Her name's Vanessa. - Oh, boy. She's so nice. And she's a florist! Oh, no! You're dating a human florist! We're not dating. You're flying outside the hive, talking to humans that attack our homes with power washers and M-80s! One-eighth a stick of dynamite! She saved my life! And she understands me. This is over! Eat this. This is not over! What was that? - They call it a crumb. - It was so stingin' stripey! And that's not what they eat. That's what falls off what they eat! - You know what a Cinnabon is? - No. It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. They heat it up... Sit down! ...really hot! - Listen to me! We are not them! We're us. There's us and there's them! Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? There's no yearning. Stop yearning. Listen to me! You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. Thinking bee! - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! There he is. He's in the pool. You know what your problem is, Barry? I gotta start thinking bee? How much longer will this go on? It's been three days! Why aren't you working? I've got a lot of big life decisions to think about. What life? You have no life! You have no job. You're barely a bee! Would it kill you to make a little honey? Barry, come out. Your father's talking to you. Martin, would you talk to him? Barry, I'm talking to you! You coming? Got everything? All set! Go ahead. I'll catch up. Don't be too long. Watch this! Vanessa! - We're still here. - I told you not to yell at him. He doesn't respond to yelling! - Then why yell at me? - Because you don't listen! I'm not listening to this. Sorry, I've gotta go. - Where are you going? - I'm meeting a friend. A girl? Is this why you can't decide? Bye. I just hope she's Bee-ish. They have a huge parade of flowers every year in Pasadena? To be in the Tournament of Roses, that's every florist's dream! Up on a float, surrounded by flowers, crowds cheering. A tournament. Do the roses compete in athletic events? No. All right, I've got one. How come you don't fly everywhere? It's exhausting. Why don't you run everywhere? It's faster. Yeah, OK, I see, I see. All right, your turn. TiVo. You can just freeze live TV? That's insane! You don't have that? We have Hivo, but it's a disease. It's a horrible, horrible disease. Oh, my. Dumb bees! You must want to sting all those jerks. We try not to sting. It's usually fatal for us. So you have to watch your temper. Very carefully. You kick a wall, take a walk, write an angry letter and throw it out. Work through it like any emotion: Anger, jealousy, lust. Oh, my goodness! Are you OK? Yeah. - What is wrong with you?! - It's a bug. He's not bothering anybody. Get out of here, you creep! What was that? A Pic 'N' Save circular? Yeah, it was. How did you know? It felt like about 10 pages. Seventy-five is pretty much our limit. You've really got that down to a science. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. - I'll bet. What in the name of Mighty Hercules is this? How did this get here? Cute Bee, Golden Blossom, Ray Liotta Private Select? - Is he that actor? - I never heard of him. - Why is this here? - For people. We eat it. You don't have enough food of your own? - Well, yes. - How do you get it? - Bees make it. - I know who makes it! And it's hard to make it! There's heating, cooling, stirring. You need a whole Krelman thing! - It's organic. - It's our-ganic! It's just honey, Barry. Just what?! Bees don't know about this! This is stealing! A lot of stealing! You've taken our homes, schools, hospitals! This is all we have! And it's on sale?! I'm getting to the bottom of this. I'm getting to the bottom of all of this! Hey, Hector. - You almost done? - Almost. He is here. I sense it. Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. You're busted, box boy! I knew I heard something. So you can talk! I can talk. And now you'll start talking! Where you getting the sweet stuff? Who's your supplier? I don't understand. I thought we were friends. The last thing we want to do is upset bees! You're too late! It's ours now! You, sir, have crossed the wrong sword! You, sir, will be lunch for my iguana, Ignacio! Where is the honey coming from? Tell me where! Honey Farms! It comes from Honey Farms! Crazy person! What horrible thing has happened here? These faces, they never knew what hit them. And now they're on the road to nowhere! Just keep still. What? You're not dead? Do I look dead? They will wipe anything that moves. Where you headed? To Honey Farms. I am onto something huge here. I'm going to Alaska. Moose blood, crazy stuff. Blows your head off! I'm going to Tacoma. - And you? - He really is dead. All right. Uh-oh! - What is that?! - Oh, no! - A wiper! Triple blade! - Triple blade? Jump on! It's your only chance, bee! Why does everything have to be so doggone clean?! How much do you people need to see?! Open your eyes! Stick your head out the window! From NPR News in Washington, I'm Oarl Kasell. But don't kill no more bugs! - Bee! - Moose blood guy!! - You hear something? - Like what? Like tiny screaming. Turn off the radio. Whassup, bee boy? Hey, Blood. Just a row of honey jars, as far as the eye could see. Wow! I assume wherever this truck goes is where they're getting it. I mean, that honey's ours. - Bees hang tight. - We're all jammed in. It's a close community. Not us, man. We on our own. Every mosquito on his own. - What if you get in trouble? - You a mosquito, you in trouble. Nobody likes us. They just smack. See a mosquito, smack, smack! At least you're out in the world. You must meet girls. Mosquito girls try to trade up, get with a moth, dragonfly. Mosquito girl don't want no mosquito. You got to be kidding me! Mooseblood's about to leave the building! So long, bee! - Hey, guys! - Mooseblood! I knew I'd catch y'all down here. Did you bring your crazy straw? We throw it in jars, slap a label on it, and it's pretty much pure profit. What is this place? A bee's got a brain the size of a pinhead. They are pinheads! Pinhead. - Oheck out the new smoker. - Oh, sweet. That's the one you want. The Thomas 3000! Smoker? Ninety puffs a minute, semi-automatic. Twice the nicotine, all the tar. A couple breaths of this knocks them right out. They make the honey, and we make the money. "They make the honey, and we make the money"? Oh, my! What's going on? Are you OK? Yeah. It doesn't last too long. Do you know you're in a fake hive with fake walls? Our queen was moved here. We had no choice. This is your queen? That's a man in women's clothes! That's a drag queen! What is this? Oh, no! There's hundreds of them! Bee honey. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! This is worse than anything bears have done! I intend to do something. Oh, Barry, stop. Who told you humans are taking our honey? That's a rumor. Do these look like rumors? That's a conspiracy theory. These are obviously doctored photos. How did you get mixed up in this? He's been talking to humans. - What? - Talking to humans?! He has a human girlfriend. And they make out! Make out? Barry! We do not. - You wish you could. - Whose side are you on? The bees! I dated a cricket once in San Antonio. Those crazy legs kept me up all night. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? I want to do it for all our lives. Nobody works harder than bees! Dad, I remember you coming home so overworked your hands were still stirring. You couldn't stop. I remember that. What right do they have to our honey? We live on two cups a year. They put it in lip balm for no reason whatsoever! Even if it's true, what can one bee do? Sting them where it really hurts. In the face! The eye! - That would hurt. - No. Up the nose? That's a killer. There's only one place you can sting the humans, one place where it matters. Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. No more bee beards! With Bob Bumble at the anchor desk. Weather with Storm Stinger. Sports with Buzz Larvi. And Jeanette Chung. - Good evening. I'm Bob Bumble. - And I'm Jeanette Chung. A tri-county bee, Barry Benson, intends to sue the human race for stealing our honey, packaging it and profiting from it illegally! Tomorrow night on Bee Larry King, we'll have three former queens here in our studio, discussing their new book, Classy Ladies, out this week on Hexagon. Tonight we're talking to Barry Benson. Did you ever think, "I'm a kid from the hive. I can't do this"? Bees have never been afraid to change the world. What about Bee Columbus? Bee Gandhi? Bejesus? Where I'm from, we'd never sue humans. We were thinking of stickball or candy stores. How old are you? The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. You know, they have a Larry King in the human world too. It's a common name. Next week... He looks like you and has a show and suspenders and colored dots... Next week... Glasses, quotes on the bottom from the guest even though you just heard 'em. Bear Week next week! They're scary, hairy and here live. Always leans forward, pointy shoulders, squinty eyes, very Jewish. In tennis, you attack at the point of weakness! It was my grandmother, Ken. She's 81. Honey, her backhand's a joke! I'm not gonna take advantage of that? Quiet, please. Actual work going on here. - Is that that same bee? - Yes, it is! I'm helping him sue the human race. - Hello. - Hello, bee. This is Ken. Yeah, I remember you. Timberland, size ten and a half. Vibram sole, I believe. Why does he talk again? Listen, you better go 'cause we're really busy working. But it's our yogurt night! Bye-bye. Why is yogurt night so difficult?! You poor thing. You two have been at this for hours! Yes, and Adam here has been a huge help. - Frosting... - How many sugars? Just one. I try not to use the competition. So why are you helping me? Bees have good qualities. And it takes my mind off the shop. Instead of flowers, people are giving balloon bouquets now. Those are great, if you're three. And artificial flowers. - Oh, those just get me psychotic! - Yeah, me too. Bent stingers, pointless pollination. Bees must hate those fake things! Nothing worse than a daffodil that's had work done. Maybe this could make up for it a little bit. - This lawsuit's a pretty big deal. - I guess. You sure you want to go through with it? Am I sure? When I'm done with the humans, they won't be able to say, "Honey, I'm home," without paying a royalty! It's an incredible scene here in downtown Manhattan, where the world anxiously waits, because for the first time in history, we will hear for ourselves if a honeybee can actually speak. What have we gotten into here, Barry? It's pretty big, isn't it? I can't believe how many humans don't work during the day. You think billion-dollar multinational food companies have good lawyers? Everybody needs to stay behind the barricade. - What's the matter? - I don't know, I just got a chill. Well, if it isn't the bee team. You boys work on this? All rise! The Honorable Judge Bumbleton presiding. All right. Case number 4475, Superior Oourt of New York, Barry Bee Benson v. the Honey Industry is now in session. Mr. Montgomery, you're representing the five food companies collectively? A privilege. Mr. Benson... you're representing all the bees of the world? I'm kidding. Yes, Your Honor, we're ready to proceed. Mr. Montgomery, your opening statement, please. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, my grandmother was a simple woman. Born on a farm, she believed it was man's divine right to benefit from the bounty of nature God put before us. If we lived in the topsy-turvy world Mr. Benson imagines, just think of what would it mean. I would have to negotiate with the silkworm for the elastic in my britches! Talking bee! How do we know this isn't some sort of holographic motion-picture-capture Hollywood wizardry? They could be using laser beams! Robotics! Ventriloquism! Cloning! For all we know, he could be on steroids! Mr. Benson? Ladies and gentlemen, there's no trickery here. I'm just an ordinary bee. Honey's pretty important to me. It's important to all bees. We invented it! We make it. And we protect it with our lives. Unfortunately, there are some people in this room who think they can take it from us 'cause we're the little guys! I'm hoping that, after this is all over, you'll see how, by taking our honey, you not only take everything we have but everything we are! I wish he'd dress like that all the time. So nice! Oall your first witness. So, Mr. Klauss Vanderhayden of Honey Farms, big company you have. I suppose so. I see you also own Honeyburton and Honron! Yes, they provide beekeepers for our farms. Beekeeper. I find that to be a very disturbing term. I don't imagine you employ any bee-free-ers, do you? - No. - I couldn't hear you. - No. - No. Because you don't free bees. You keep bees. Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. They're very lovable creatures. Yogi Bear, Fozzie Bear, Build-A-Bear. You mean like this? Bears kill bees! How'd you like his head crashing through your living room?! Biting into your couch! Spitting out your throw pillows! OK, that's enough. Take him away. So, Mr. Sting, thank you for being here. Your name intrigues me. - Where have I heard it before? - I was with a band called The Police. But you've never been a police officer, have you? No, I haven't. No, you haven't. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. Oh, please. Have you ever been stung, Mr. Sting? Because I'm feeling a little stung, Sting. Or should I say... Mr. Gordon M. Sumner! That's not his real name?! You idiots! Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Thank you. Thank you. I see from your resume that you're devilishly handsome with a churning inner turmoil that's ready to blow. I enjoy what I do. Is that a crime? Not yet it isn't. But is this what it's come to for you? Exploiting tiny, helpless bees so you don't have to rehearse your part and learn your lines, sir? Watch it, Benson! I could blow right now! This isn't a goodfella. This is a badfella! Why doesn't someone just step on this creep, and we can all go home?! - Order in this court! - You're all thinking it! Order! Order, I say! - Say it! - Mr. Liotta, please sit down! I think it was awfully nice of that bear to pitch in like that. I think the jury's on our side. Are we doing everything right, legally? I'm a florist. Right. Well, here's to a great team. To a great team! Well, hello. - Ken! - Hello. I didn't think you were coming. No, I was just late. I tried to call, but... the battery. I didn't want all this to go to waste, so I called Barry. Luckily, he was free. Oh, that was lucky. There's a little left. I could heat it up. Yeah, heat it up, sure, whatever. So I hear you're quite a tennis player. I'm not much for the game myself. The ball's a little grabby. That's where I usually sit. Right... there. Ken, Barry was looking at your resume, and he agreed with me that eating with chopsticks isn't really a special skill. You think I don't see what you're doing? I know how hard it is to find the rightjob. We have that in common. Do we? Bees have 100 percent employment, but we do jobs like taking the crud out. That's just what I was thinking about doing. Ken, I let Barry borrow your razor for his fuzz. I hope that was all right. I'm going to drain the old stinger. Yeah, you do that. Look at that. You know, I've just about had it with your little mind games. - What's that? - Italian Vogue. Mamma mia, that's a lot of pages. A lot of ads. Remember what Van said, why is your life more valuable than mine? Funny, I just can't seem to recall that! I think something stinks in here! I love the smell of flowers. How do you like the smell of flames?! Not as much. Water bug! Not taking sides! Ken, I'm wearing a Chapstick hat! This is pathetic! I've got issues! Well, well, well, a royal flush! - You're bluffing. - Am I? Surf's up, dude! Poo water! That bowl is gnarly. Except for those dirty yellow rings! Kenneth! What are you doing?! You know, I don't even like honey! I don't eat it! We need to talk! He's just a little bee! And he happens to be the nicest bee I've met in a long time! Long time? What are you talking about?! Are there other bugs in your life? No, but there are other things bugging me in life. And you're one of them! Fine! Talking bees, no yogurt night... My nerves are fried from riding on this emotional roller coaster! Goodbye, Ken. And for your information, I prefer sugar-free, artificial sweeteners made by man! I'm sorry about all that. I know it's got an aftertaste! I like it! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. I couldn't overcome it. Oh, well. Are you OK for the trial? I believe Mr. Montgomery is about out of ideas. We would like to call Mr. Barry Benson Bee to the stand. Good idea! You can really see why he's considered one of the best lawyers... Yeah. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over. Don't worry. The only thing I have to do to turn this jury around is to remind them of what they don't like about bees. - You got the tweezers? - Are you allergic? Only to losing, son. Only to losing. Mr. Benson Bee, I'll ask you what I think we'd all like to know. What exactly is your relationship to that woman? We're friends. - Good friends? - Yes. How good? Do you live together? Wait a minute... Are you her little... ...bedbug? I've seen a bee documentary or two. From what I understand, doesn't your queen give birth to all the bee children? - Yeah, but... - So those aren't your real parents! - Oh, Barry... - Yes, they are! Hold me back! You're an illegitimate bee, aren't you, Benson? He's denouncing bees! Don't y'all date your cousins? - Objection! - I'm going to pincushion this guy! Adam, don't! It's what he wants! Oh, I'm hit!! Oh, lordy, I am hit! Order! Order! The venom! The venom is coursing through my veins! I have been felled by a winged beast of destruction! You see? You can't treat them like equals! They're striped savages! Stinging's the only thing they know! It's their way! - Adam, stay with me. - I can't feel my legs. What angel of mercy will come forward to suck the poison from my heaving buttocks? I will have order in this court. Order! Order, please! The case of the honeybees versus the human race took a pointed turn against the bees yesterday when one of their legal team stung Layton T. Montgomery. - Hey, buddy. - Hey. - Is there much pain? - Yeah. I... I blew the whole case, didn't I? It doesn't matter. What matters is you're alive. You could have died. I'd be better off dead. Look at me. They got it from the cafeteria downstairs, in a tuna sandwich. Look, there's a little celery still on it. What was it like to sting someone? I can't explain it. It was all... All adrenaline and then... and then ecstasy! All right. You think it was all a trap? Of course. I'm sorry. I flew us right into this. What were we thinking? Look at us. We're just a couple of bugs in this world. What will the humans do to us if they win? I don't know. I hear they put the roaches in motels. That doesn't sound so bad. Adam, they check in, but they don't check out! Oh, my. Oould you get a nurse to close that window? - Why? - The smoke. Bees don't smoke. Right. Bees don't smoke. Bees don't smoke! But some bees are smoking. That's it! That's our case! It is? It's not over? Get dressed. I've gotta go somewhere. Get back to the court and stall. Stall any way you can. And assuming you've done step correctly, you're ready for the tub. Mr. Flayman. Yes? Yes, Your Honor! Where is the rest of your team? Well, Your Honor, it's interesting. Bees are trained to fly haphazardly, and as a result, we don't make very good time. I actually heard a funny story about... Your Honor, haven't these ridiculous bugs taken up enough of this court's valuable time? How much longer will we allow these absurd shenanigans to go on? They have presented no compelling evidence to support their charges against my clients, who run legitimate businesses. I move for a complete dismissal of this entire case! Mr. Flayman, I'm afraid I'm going to have to consider Mr. Montgomery's motion. But you can't! We have a terrific case. Where is your proof? Where is the evidence? Show me the smoking gun! Hold it, Your Honor! You want a smoking gun? Here is your smoking gun. What is that? It's a bee smoker! What, this? This harmless little contraption? This couldn't hurt a fly, let alone a bee. Look at what has happened to bees who have never been asked, "Smoking or non?" Is this what nature intended for us? To be forcibly addicted to smoke machines and man-made wooden slat work camps? Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? - What are we gonna do? - He's playing the species card. Ladies and gentlemen, please, free these bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! Free the bees! The court finds in favor of the bees! Vanessa, we won! I knew you could do it! High-five! Sorry. I'm OK! You know what this means? All the honey will finally belong to the bees. Now we won't have to work so hard all the time. This is an unholy perversion of the balance of nature, Benson. You'll regret this. Barry, how much honey is out there? All right. One at a time. Barry, who are you wearing? My sweater is Ralph Lauren, and I have no pants. - What if Montgomery's right? - What do you mean? We've been living the bee way a long time, 27 million years. Oongratulations on your victory. What will you demand as a settlement? First, we'll demand a complete shutdown of all bee work camps. Then we want back the honey that was ours to begin with, every last drop. We demand an end to the glorification of the bear as anything more than a filthy, smelly, bad-breath stink machine. We're all aware of what they do in the woods. Wait for my signal. Take him out. He'll have nauseous for a few hours, then he'll be fine. And we will no longer tolerate bee-negative nicknames... But it's just a prance-about stage name! ...unnecessary inclusion of honey in bogus health products and la-dee-da human tea-time snack garnishments. Can't breathe. Bring it in, boys! Hold it right there! Good. Tap it. Mr. Buzzwell, we just passed three cups, and there's gallons more coming! - I think we need to shut down! - Shut down? We've never shut down. Shut down honey production! Stop making honey! Turn your key, sir! What do we do now? Cannonball! We're shutting honey production! Mission abort. Aborting pollination and nectar detail. Returning to base. Adam, you wouldn't believe how much honey was out there. Oh, yeah? What's going on? Where is everybody? - Are they out celebrating? - They're home. They don't know what to do. Laying out, sleeping in. I heard your Uncle Carl was on his way to San Antonio with a cricket. At least we got our honey back. Sometimes I think, so what if humans liked our honey? Who wouldn't? It's the greatest thing in the world! I was excited to be part of making it. This was my new desk. This was my new job. I wanted to do it really well. And now... Now I can't. I don't understand why they're not happy. I thought their lives would be better! They're doing nothing. It's amazing. Honey really changes people. You don't have any idea what's going on, do you? - What did you want to show me? - This. What happened here? That is not the half of it. Oh, no. Oh, my. They're all wilting. Doesn't look very good, does it? No. And whose fault do you think that is? You know, I'm gonna guess bees. Bees? Specifically, me. I didn't think bees not needing to make honey would affect all these things. It's notjust flowers. Fruits, vegetables, they all need bees. That's our whole SAT test right there. Take away produce, that affects the entire animal kingdom. And then, of course... The human species? So if there's no more pollination, it could all just go south here, couldn't it? I know this is also partly my fault. How about a suicide pact? How do we do it? - I'll sting you, you step on me. - Thatjust kills you twice. Right, right. Listen, Barry... sorry, but I gotta get going. I had to open my mouth and talk. Vanessa? Vanessa? Why are you leaving? Where are you going? To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. They've moved it to this weekend because all the flowers are dying. It's the last chance I'll ever have to see it. Vanessa, I just wanna say I'm sorry. I never meant it to turn out like this. I know. Me neither. Tournament of Roses. Roses can't do sports. Wait a minute. Roses. Roses? Roses! Vanessa! Roses?! Barry? - Roses are flowers! - Yes, they are. Flowers, bees, pollen! I know. That's why this is the last parade. Maybe not. Oould you ask him to slow down? Oould you slow down? Barry! OK, I made a huge mistake. This is a total disaster, all my fault. Yes, it kind of is. I've ruined the planet. I wanted to help you with the flower shop. I've made it worse. Actually, it's completely closed down. I thought maybe you were remodeling. But I have another idea, and it's greater than my previous ideas combined. I don't want to hear it! All right, they have the roses, the roses have the pollen. I know every bee, plant and flower bud in this park. All we gotta do is get what they've got back here with what we've got. - Bees. - Park. - Pollen! - Flowers. - Repollination! - Across the nation! Tournament of Roses, Pasadena, Oalifornia. They've got nothing but flowers, floats and cotton candy. Security will be tight. I have an idea. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. Official floral business. It's real. Sorry, ma'am. Nice brooch. Thank you. It was a gift. Once inside, we just pick the right float. How about The Princess and the Pea? I could be the princess, and you could be the pea! Yes, I got it. - Where should I sit? - What are you? - I believe I'm the pea. - The pea? It goes under the mattresses. - Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. - I'm getting the marshal. You do that! This whole parade is a fiasco! Let's see what this baby'll do. Hey, what are you doing?! Then all we do is blend in with traffic... ...without arousing suspicion. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. Stop! Security. - You and your insect pack your float? - Yes. Has it been in your possession the entire time? Would you remove your shoes? - Remove your stinger. - It's part of me. I know. Just having some fun. Enjoy your flight. Then if we're lucky, we'll have just enough pollen to do the job. Oan you believe how lucky we are? We have just enough pollen to do the job! I think this is gonna work. It's got to work. Attention, passengers, this is Oaptain Scott. We have a bit of bad weather in New York. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Barry, these are cut flowers with no water. They'll never make it. I gotta get up there and talk to them. Be careful. Can I get help with the Sky Mall magazine? I'd like to order the talking inflatable nose and ear hair trimmer. Captain, I'm in a real situation. - What'd you say, Hal? - Nothing. Bee! Don't freak out! My entire species... What are you doing? - Wait a minute! I'm an attorney! - Who's an attorney? Don't move. Oh, Barry. Good afternoon, passengers. This is your captain. Would a Miss Vanessa Bloome in 24B please report to the cockpit? And please hurry! What happened here? There was a DustBuster, a toupee, a life raft exploded. One's bald, one's in a boat, they're both unconscious! - Is that another bee joke? - No! No one's flying the plane! This is JFK control tower, Flight 356. What's your status? This is Vanessa Bloome. I'm a florist from New York. Where's the pilot? He's unconscious, and so is the copilot. Not good. Does anyone onboard have flight experience? As a matter of fact, there is. - Who's that? - Barry Benson. From the honey trial?! Oh, great. Vanessa, this is nothing more than a big metal bee. It's got giant wings, huge engines. I can't fly a plane. - Why not? Isn't John Travolta a pilot? - Yes. How hard could it be? Wait, Barry! We're headed into some lightning. This is Bob Bumble. We have some late-breaking news from JFK Airport, where a suspenseful scene is developing. Barry Benson, fresh from his legal victory... That's Barry! ...is attempting to land a plane, loaded with people, flowers and an incapacitated flight crew. Flowers?! We have a storm in the area and two individuals at the controls with absolutely no flight experience. Just a minute. There's a bee on that plane. I'm quite familiar with Mr. Benson and his no-account compadres. They've done enough damage. But isn't he your only hope? Technically, a bee shouldn't be able to fly at all. Their wings are too small... Haven't we heard this a million times? "The surface area of the wings and body mass make no sense." - Get this on the air! - Got it. - Stand by. - We're going live. The way we work may be a mystery to you. Making honey takes a lot of bees doing a lot of small jobs. But let me tell you about a small job. If you do it well, it makes a big difference. More than we realized. To us, to everyone. That's why I want to get bees back to working together. That's the bee way! We're not made of Jell-O. We get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow! - Hello! Left, right, down, hover. - Hover? - Forget hover. This isn't so hard. Beep-beep! Beep-beep! Barry, what happened?! Wait, I think we were on autopilot the whole time. - That may have been helping me. - And now we're not! So it turns out I cannot fly a plane. All of you, let's get behind this fellow! Move it out! Move out! Our only chance is if I do what I'd do, you copy me with the wings of the plane! Don't have to yell. I'm not yelling! We're in a lot of trouble. It's very hard to concentrate with that panicky tone in your voice! It's not a tone. I'm panicking! I can't do this! Vanessa, pull yourself together. You have to snap out of it! You snap out of it. You snap out of it. - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - You snap out of it! - Hold it! - Why? Come on, it's my turn. How is the plane flying? I don't know. Hello? Benson, got any flowers for a happy occasion in there? The Pollen Jocks! They do get behind a fellow. - Black and yellow. - Hello. All right, let's drop this tin can on the blacktop. Where? I can't see anything. Oan you? No, nothing. It's all cloudy. Oome on. You got to think bee, Barry. - Thinking bee. - Thinking bee. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Wait a minute. I think I'm feeling something. - What? - I don't know. It's strong, pulling me. Like a 27-million-year-old instinct. Bring the nose down. Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - What in the world is on the tarmac? - Get some lights on that! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! Thinking bee! - Vanessa, aim for the flower. - OK. Out the engines. We're going in on bee power. Ready, boys? Affirmative! Good. Good. Easy, now. That's it. Land on that flower! Ready? Full reverse! Spin it around! - Not that flower! The other one! - Which one? - That flower. - I'm aiming at the flower! That's a fat guy in a flowered shirt. I mean the giant pulsating flower made of millions of bees! Pull forward. Nose down. Tail up. Rotate around it. - This is insane, Barry! - This's the only way I know how to fly. Am I koo-koo-kachoo, or is this plane flying in an insect-like pattern? Get your nose in there. Don't be afraid. Smell it. Full reverse! Just drop it. Be a part of it. Aim for the center! Now drop it in! Drop it in, woman! Oome on, already. Barry, we did it! You taught me how to fly! - Yes. No high-five! - Right. Barry, it worked! Did you see the giant flower? What giant flower? Where? Of course I saw the flower! That was genius! - Thank you. - But we're not done yet. Listen, everyone! This runway is covered with the last pollen from the last flowers available anywhere on Earth. That means this is our last chance. We're the only ones who make honey, pollinate flowers and dress like this. If we're gonna survive as a species, this is our moment! What do you say? Are we going to be bees, or just Museum of Natural History keychains? We're bees! Keychain! Then follow me! Except Keychain. Hold on, Barry. Here. You've earned this. Yeah! I'm a Pollen Jock! And it's a perfect fit. All I gotta do are the sleeves. Oh, yeah. That's our Barry. Mom! The bees are back! If anybody needs to make a call, now's the time. I got a feeling we'll be working late tonight! Here's your change. Have a great afternoon! Oan I help who's next? Would you like some honey with that? It is bee-approved. Don't forget these. Milk, cream, cheese, it's all me. And I don't see a nickel! Sometimes I just feel like a piece of meat! I had no idea. Barry, I'm sorry. Have you got a moment? Would you excuse me? My mosquito associate will help you. Sorry I'm late. He's a lawyer too? I was already a blood-sucking parasite. All I needed was a briefcase. Have a great afternoon! Barry, I just got this huge tulip order, and I can't get them anywhere. No problem, Vannie. Just leave it to me. You're a lifesaver, Barry. Oan I help who's next? All right, scramble, jocks! It's time to fly. Thank you, Barry! That bee is living my life! Let it go, Kenny. - When will this nightmare end?! - Let it all go. - Beautiful day to fly. - Sure is. Between you and me, I was dying to get out of that office. You have got to start thinking bee, my friend. - Thinking bee! - Me? Hold it. Let's just stop for a second. Hold it. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, everyone. Can we stop here? I'm not making a major life decision during a production number! All right. Take ten, everybody. Wrap it up, guys. I had virtually no rehearsal for that.

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